ã€ŠThis Game Is Too Realisticã€‹


 Chapter 1: 1 How real is a 100% real game?

    "...How real is a fully immersive game that is 100% real?"

    The earth, a universityputer room.

    Looking at the group chat message, the picture that first appeared in Ye Wei''s mind was not a game, but slender legs and justice.

    To be specific, it was his Elder Scrolls 5 with 200+ mods, and 100+ waifus who he personally madeing alive.

    His nickname in the group was Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night. Because it was too long and obscene, the group of old buddies called him Night Ten in short.

    "I mean the real in the literal sense."

    "Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste¡­ all are the same as the real world. The time flow of the game world is 1:1 with the real world, and the time difference is about 12 hours. Because the technical principle is an interference with the dream, so ying the game is equivalent to sleep."

    The nickname of the person who typed out these two lines was Light.

    This serious one-character nickname seemed ipatible with the group name "Bull and Horse Club", so the people in the group would asionally call this person "Ultraman" or "Gaia".

    Level_8_Gale (Administrator): "What kind of fantasy setting is this??"

    There_will_be_ample_time (Administrator): "Sounds like the setting of virtual reality games in the early web novels."

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice (Group Owner): "Haha, do you mean wearing a virtual helmet? I liked this concept when I was in school."

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night (Administrator): "This kind of setting doesn''t make sense, right? If it is 100% real, how can it reflect the superiority of paying yers? Does the publisher not want to make money?"

    Ye Wei didn''t read these novels. He who had received proper education pursued rationality more than wish fulfillment.

    So he preferred to read fantasy and ghost stories.

    There_will_be_ample_time: "Brother, you are too serious. If you want to talk sense, it is more sensible to make readers feel satisfied than letting the fictitious publishers in the novel make money."

    Level_8_Gale: "Do not digress."

    The topic quickly went off the track.

    Although Bull and Horse Club was a game group, members rarely discussed games as seriously as today.

    Especially a "game" that did not exist at all and waspletely imagined out of thin air.

    However, even if the topic hadpletely gone off the track, the initiator of this topic-that was, the brother named Light, still stubbornly pulled the topic back.

    Light: "I mean if."

    Light: "If there is such a game, would you like to y it?"

    Looking at the group chat, Ye Wei smiled and shook his head.

    ¡®Is there a need to ask?''

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: "Why not? A 100% realistic game, why not try it, you know what I''m talking about. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Level_8_Gale: "+1, but about the setting you mentioned, I still have a little doubt. If game time is equal to sleep time... Isn''t it more reasonable to apply this technology to work?"

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: "Damn, are you a devil??"

    There_will_be_ample_time: "Then I prefer sleeping ?"

    Quit_smoking: "Chatting such an unrealistic thing in a group, don''t you guys want to go to bed?"

    "LMAO."

    More and more people began to go online in the group.

    Some people were still watching the screen with great interest even though they hadn''t sent a message.

    In a game group of two hundred people, there were usually about ten to twenty active group members, and asionally two new faces of "he knows you, but you don''t know him" would pop up. Only after asking, did they know that they had been lurking in the group for years.

    The old brother named Light ignored them and continued to immerse himself in his own world.

    "In fact, thepany I recently joined is developing a fully immersive virtual reality online game."

    The lively group chat was quiet for a short while.

    But soon, a series of new messages popped up simultaneously as if they had made an agreement in advance.

    "Holy shit!"

    "For real?!"

    "Brother you are awesome! I almost believed it. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Ye Wei felt that this guy must be trolling.

    A fully immersive virtual reality online game?

    100% real?

    Nonsense.

    Just like Brother Gale said, if this kind of technology really existed, would it be used to make a game? ? ?

    Of course, he didn''t agree with using it directly in the working field. In his imagination, if there was such an advanced technology, it would definitely be used in the military field first.

    How awesome it was to train special forces using this kind of technology!

    The man named Light didn''t speak anymore but sent a website.

    Ye Wei opened it casually and found that it was actually an official game website.

    The pages of the official website were not well made, and it looked like they couldn''t afford to hire an artist for some artworks. The empty pages had no content, only three lines of words.

    [100% real virtual reality game-"Wastnd Online"]

    [Current number of applications: 0]

    [Apply: Yes/No]

    Ye Wei smiled.

    ¡®So this is what all this is about. It turns out to be an . It must be some kind of dodgy site.''

    However, the number of applications was real enough, there was no fictional eight-figure online number, and then some kind famous celebrity was also ying it.

    "Fine then, I will see what kind of game you are."

    Holding the mouse, he clicked yes.

    However, to his surprise, the expected registration page did not pop up, and there was no change except for the number of applications changed from 0 to 1.

    "This broken game doesn''t even need to register an ount???"

    Ye Wei was at a loss. He was not sure for a moment whether this thing was considered an .

    Was it a virus?

    It was also unlikely.

    Nowadays, even antivirus software was about to retire from the stage of history, so how could he get viruses by clicking YES and NO on a website?

    Not to mention that he was in theputer room in the school.

    Even if he was using his ownputer, he was not afraid of this stuff.

    ...

    [Number of applications: 11]

    Wastnd, Resident Hall of Refuge 404.

    Looking at the numbers on the background of the web page on theputer screen, Chu Guang, who was sitting in a small room, breathed a sigh of relief and released the mouse that he held tightly.

    "Is this all right?"

    The answer to him was two lines of text that appeared in front of him.

    [Missionpleted. ]

    [Reward: A set of Carbon Nano Bulletproof Vest, bonus points +5. ]

    The wall on one side of the room vibrated faintly, and as the curved alloy door panel opened, a ck vest was lying on the tform behind the door.

    The conveyor belt sent the vest out.

    The alloy door closed again, and the room was calm again.

    Chu Guang immediately got up from theputer, stepped forward and picked up the vest.

    Its weight was very light, the texture was like ice silk pajamas, feeling delicate and soft. It was hard to imagine that this thing could withstand bullets.

    [Name: Carbon Nano Bulletproof Vest

    Description: It can effectively absorb the kic energy of the bullet, disperse the impact force within the durable bearing range, and resist a certain degree of puncture and cutting damage.

    Durability: 100%]

    The rewards obtained from the Shelter System would be registered in the inventory with product introduction and instructions for use.

    Chu Guang immediately took off his shirt and put it on.

    It was chilly at first, but soon he got used to it.

    At this time, the cylindrical metal object resting in the corner of the room made an electronic sound.

    "Congrattions, Master, it seems that you havepleted your first mission."

    "Can you stop talking all of sudden?"

    "Yes, master."

    The robot that looked like a bin was named Little Seven.

    As an assistant to the administrator of Shelter 404, it did not have a name in the strict sense, only a 777 serial number.

    But Chu Guang found it very troublesome, so he named it.

    As for who Chu Guang was, and why he was in Shelter No. 404, it was the story in the

 Chapter 2: 2 Shelter 404

    Chapter 2 Shelter 404

    Chu Guang, male, aged 26. His parents divorced when he was young and grew up with his grandfather.

    In the second year after entering university, his grandfather passed away and he became alone.

    Fortunately, he was born in a peaceful era, so he was able to finish his study with the money he earned from his part-time work. After graduation, he got a job in sales. Because of his outstanding work performance and the appreciation of his boss, it didn''t take long for him to be promoted to be the supervisor.

    Just when Chu Guang was optimistic that he could finally have a good life after surviving the toughest period of his life, God didn¡¯t y by the book.

    And this time, Destiny made a big joke with him.

    About five months ago.

    Chu Guang still remembered that when he was negotiating a contract that was worth 20 million yuan with a client, it just happened that his boss was in a great mood, so he drank too much.

    When he came back to his senses, he was already lying in the wilderness.

    Moreover, this was no ordinary wilderness.

    After walking two miles in a row, he was shocked that he didn''t see a single figure. In addition, he was almost chewed by a big dog with two heads.

    Thanks also to the beast with two heads, Chu Guang broke out in a cold sweat in fear, and as soon as the sweat broke out, he became soberpletely and ran away hurriedly.

    Maybe it was because the two heads were too heavy and they didn''t coordinate well while running, the dog chased him for a while and didn''t catch up with him, so they gave up after barking at him a few times.

    Even without seeing the beast, Chu Guang still didn''t dare to go back, but he also didn¡¯t know where he should go.

    Only then did he realize that his wallet and mobile phone were gone, and even his clothes had been reced with a blue jacket that he had never seen before.

    He found a small puddle and looked down under the moonlight. Good god, not only was his outfit changed, but his head was also different.

    He didn''t know which crazy guy had drugged him, changed his face, and left him in this deserted ce.

    While Chu Guang was wandering in the wilderness aimlessly, the smoke from a distance attracted his attention.

    Looking back now, Chu Guang still had some lingering fear.

    At that time, he was thinking of calling the police, and desperately running toward the wisp of people. After thinking about it, it was fortunate that he came across a ce where survivors lived.

    If it were some predators who kill people without blinking their eyes, cannibals, or mutants, etc., he would have already been eaten by other people.

    After contacting the survivors living here, Chu Guang learned from the fragmentary clues that this ce was no longer country Hua, or even the earth he was familiar with!

    In this parallel world, the war two hundred years ago destroyed all the achievements of civilization, leaving only a devastated wastnd, as well as survivors who lingered on the wastnd.

    And now, it was 2340.

    It was also the 211th year since human civilization entered the Wastnd Era in early 2129!

    Dumbfounded.

    Shock.

    Unspeakable fear.

    Fortunately, Chu Guang''s receptive ability was fairly strong. After getting through the first days, he gradually began to adapt to life here.

    He had struggled to live in the wastnd for five months, and every day, he had to worry about when the next meal would be. In addition, he had to fight against mutant creatures and malicious predators.

    Just when Chu Guang thought pessimistically that this was how his life would end, the situation took a huge turn a few hours ago.

    In the remains of an abandoned nursing home, he found the entrance to Shelter 404.

    To be precise, it was not Chu Guang that found it, but that the facility named "Shelter 404" found Chu Guang.

    The sound that rang from his mind guided him to the shelter.

    But when Chu Guang approached the nursing home, he suddenly realized that this was the ce where he first woke up in this world!

    If I didn''t run around at the beginning, or if the sky was a little brighter, he might have found it already!

    In any case, the "cheat" that was five monthste finally arrived.

    At the same time, a brand new job was also ced in front of him.

    This Shelter seemed to have been prepared for him, and it had been waiting for a long time.

    From the moment he stepped into the door of the Shelter, his identity changed from a scavenger to the only resident and administrator of this Shelter 404.

    And he had only one job.

    That was to use the Inte on Earth to guide or fool a group of creatures named "yers" toe to this world to work for him.

    Yes, the incredible technology in this Shelter not only could connect to the Inte of the parallel world, but also had its own "official website"!

    yers who applied would automatically get a number and register it in the [Shelter Resident Directory] of the administrator system.

    As an administrator, Chu Guang could choose a specific number to issue a "game qualification".

    The system would deliver the game helmet to the yer in a special way. yers only needed to wear a helmet to connect to the culture chamber in the Shelter, and then they would wake up in a clone¡¯s body.

    Very considerate.

    And also very convenient!

    Although there would be no punishment for not taking this job, the reward forpleting the mission was something that Chu Guang could not refuse anyway.

    Such as that body armor.

    After struggling to survive in the wastnd for five months, he knew too much how important this life-saving thing was.

    In addition, the points of quest rewards were also good things. He could redeem the rewards named "Blind Box" on the [Administrator Allowance] page.

    He needed 1 bonus point to buy the primary blind box, 10 points for the intermediate blind box, and 100 points for the advanced blind box.

    ording to the exnation of the function of [Administrator Allowance] by the "Shelter 404 Administrator System", the type and quantity of the items drawn in the blind box vary, but he would still get something in the end, which meant that there was no such thing as "Thank you for your patronage".

    Different levels of blind boxes determined the guaranteed rewards.

    For example, the primary blind box could be used for food and supplies thest time, the intermediate blind box was guaranteed to get medicines, and the advanced blind box could get weapons.

    As for whether the primary blind box could give out the prize of the intermediate blind box, it was not stated in the description of the system, but even if they could, the probability was estimated to be low.

    Just as Chu Guang wondered whether all the 5 points in his hand should be used to open the primary blind box, or if he saved enough for 100 points to draw a weapon, the "bin" squatting in the corner spoke again.

    "Master, the new mission has been updated in your administrator log. Please check it in time."

    "I see." Chu Guang replied annoyingly.

    ¡®Damn it.¡¯

    ¡®Who is the master here?!¡¯

    Rolling his eyes towards the corner, Chu Guang put the blind box aside for the time being, and called out the administrator system in his mind.

    Soon, a light blue holographic screen was projected on his retina.

    ¡ª¡ªAdministrator''s Log¡ª¡ª

    [mission: Shelter 404 activation conditions have been met, the first batch of "containment items" are confirmed to be delivered, and it is required to ensure that at least one yer logs in to the game.

    Type: Main mission.

    Reward: Active substance extractor.]

    [mission: Prepare a generator with a power greater than 10kw.

    Type: side mission.

    Reward: Reward points +100.]

    Huh?

    100 bonus points? !

    After reading the missions updated in the administrator''s log, Chu Guang''s eyes lit up.

    But what made him even more concerned was the reward for that main mission.

    "The active substance extractor¡­ What is this thing used for?"

    Little Seven replied.

    "The active substance is the raw material for making clones. As for how to use it, there should be something like instructions?"

    As an AI assistant, in fact Little Seven didn''t know much information.

    At present, Chu Guang only had the authority to reach the B1 floor of the Shelter, and the authority of other floors needed to be unlocked through the main mission.

    By the way, if he forcibly destroyed the wall structure of the shelter and tried to illegally invade other floors, it would cause the shelter''s electrical facilities and air exchange facilities to be interrupted.

    When he first entered the shelter, the "Shelter System" loaded into his brain had already informed him.

    But even without this reminder, Chu Guang felt that he would not do the stupid thing about demolishing his own house.

    After all, if he demolished this ce, where would he live in the future?

    Moreover, this kind of shelter was designed to withstand strategic-level nuclear strikes, it was not easy to destroy it.

    Let alone the nuclear bomb, he did not even have a gun.

    "Okay, I pretty much understand it now."

    In other words, active substances were simr to "resurrection coins", which were resources that yers needed to consume to re-synthesize clones.

    At present, there were 100 culture chambers stored on the B1 floor, all of which were in an activatable state. Chu Guang believed that there should be 1 unit of active substance inside, which could supply the consumption of the first synthetic clone.

    ording to the system''s "one machine, one number" setting, Chu Guang could now summon up to 100 "yers" to descend into the world in the form of clones.

    Of course, Chu Guang knew in his heart that things were not so simple.

    First of all, there was currently no traffic on the official website of Wastnd Online.

    After most people hear the "100% real immersive virtual reality game", their first reaction was that it was a lie.

    After all, this kind of technology did not exist in reality, and even the mainstream media would make such obvious lies.

    Secondly, even if there were 11 yers who were fooled by him to apply for a ce, he couldn''t be sure that these 11 yers would listen to him.

    yers had the initiative to enter and log out of the game.

    And his own power could only "kick out", "ban login rights", and "confiscate game qualifications" of the troubled yers, but he could not force them to wear helmets and go online to work for him.

    Therefore, who he needed to give the qualification to¡ªespecially the first batch of ¡°closed beta¡± yers must be cautiously selected.

    It was better to be less than messy.

    Otherwise, it would be very troublesome for him!

    Then, there was a most critical problem.

    The conditions on the wastnd were also determined. At this time, more people did not mean better.

    One more person meant one more mouth.

    He could hardly support himself, let alone feed a hundred people.

    Even if he had the conditions now and opened all the 100 culture chambers, they would be food for mutants and predators.

    Other than that, it was pointless.

    Chu Guang went back to theputer and sat down again.

    After calmly thinking about it for a long time, his thinking gradually became clear.

    Login to his penguin chat ount, Chu Guang then opened the game group called "Bull and Horse Club" and opened a discussion group for the group owner and the three administrators.

    Then, he sent a message.

    [After you applied, please send me the updated number on the official website. ]

    [There are only four qualifications for close-beta testing at the moment, so if you want, I will ask mypany and see if I can give you the qualifications and the game helmet directly. ]

    They often yed games together, so it was not that obtrusive to give them this kind of benefit.

    The most important thing was that Chu Guang couldn¡¯t think of any acquaintances he could ask in reality, and he could only rely on theseizens who had never seen him in reality, but had known each other for quite some time.

    Rtive?

    After his grandpa left, he hadn''t talked to them for many years. If the police didn''t notify them, they might not know that he was no longer in this world.

    At the moment, he probably only cared about where the rent was.

    ssmate?

    He hadn''t contacted them after graduation.

    Colleagues?

    Haha, very funny.

    Presumably because of bad luck, Chu Guang found that they had deleted him already.

    Moreover, even if they didn''t delete him, Chu Guang would not send them a message. After all, he probably died at the dinner table.

    Messages from the dead to the living were scary, even just thinking about it.

    In contrast, theseizens were undoubtedly the best choice.

    They didn''t know him in reality, and even if he hadn''t been online for five months, they wouldn''t think too much about that.

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Boss you are awesome! ]

    Level_8_Gale: [Super! Awesome! ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [666! ]

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: [OK! The old brother is invincible! Waiting for your game helmet! (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Chu Guang continued typing his instructions.

    [But there is one thing I have to dere, the equipment can only be used by you, don¡¯t lose it, let alone dismantle it; otherwise, I can¡¯t exin it to thepany. ]

    [In addition, the device will be bound to the user¡¯s identity information. In principle, a device can only register one ount, and it can only be used by one person. ]

    Although he reminded them that, he didn''t worry that the yers would not follow it.

    ording to the system, the helmet would recognize the yer''s identity information, and the non-yer couldn''t use it at all.

    As for the equipment...

    He did not need to worry about this.

    Since the system could deliver the helmet to the yer, there must be a way to solve the "after-sales service" problem, which was not something he needed to care about.

    There_will_be_ample_time: [Are there any charges? ]

    Chu Guang: [No fees during the close beta testing phase, but because of the tight budget, there is no reward for yers. ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [Noice, I¡¯ve sent you my number privately. ]

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Awesome, hahaha, give me one too. If it is reallypletely immersive virtual reality like you said, I will live stream your game to promote your game for free! ]

    Level_8_Gale: [Haha, in that case, count me in as well. ]

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: [(?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Although these four old brothers obviously didn''t believe what he said, let alone that kind of fully immersive virtual reality game actually existed in this world, they still sent him the number he asked.

    After all, it was just a number generated by the official website.

    It was not the bank card number and password.

    Besides, they were also very curious about what he was doing...

    After receiving the number, Chu Guang did not hesitate, and immediately called the administrator system, found [Shelter Resident List], and checked "Issued Game Qualification" after the four numbers.

    It would take three days to synthesize clones in the culture chamber.

    During these three days, the system would use special means to deliver the game helmet to the yer¡­ they didn¡¯t even need to fill in the delivery address.

    As for the specific method used, whether it would attract the attention of some organization, or whether it would be suspected of illegal operation by the government, Chu Guang was evenzier to worry about it.

    He hoped that more people would notice his official website, and it would be best if it would cause a sensation.

    In this way, he would have more options.

    "Master, didn¡¯t 11 yers apply on our official website? Why are you only giving out 4 qualifications?"

    Perhaps noticing the activated culture chambers in the next room, Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, expressed doubts.

    "Because I don¡¯t need that much for the time being."

    Turning off [Shelter Resident List], Chu Guang then opened the [Administrator Allowance] page in the system and spent all five bonus points on the "primary blind box".

    It was pointless to save and buy advance blind boxes.

    The reward for mission 2 was 100 points, so he didn¡¯t need to save these 5 points.

    Fluorescence flickered in the light blue holographic screen, and the wall on one side of the room gently vibrated again. With a light click, the alloy door of the "outlet port" opened.

    Looking at the things lying on the tform, Chu Guang was slightly stunned.

    "This... is the blind box?"

    Little Seven replied.

    "Probably."

    Chu Guang collected himself and said.

    "I thought the prizes would at least be packed in boxes."

    Little Seven tried to exin.

    "Perhaps the blind box is just a setting?"

    But what was the point of a blind box that did not need to be unpacked?

    Why not just call the lucky draw?

    Staring at the reward in front of the conveyor belt, Chu Guang was silent for a while.

    "I know it is a setting."

    "But there are only four that came up? I spent five points."

 Chapter 3: 3: Is this guy serious?

    Okay.

    Facts have proven that Chu Guang misunderstood the system.

    There were indeed "five" rewards from the blind box.

    The system did not do anything like "withholding a reward", and no "Thank you for your patronage" notifications popped up.

    It was just that the reward opened in the fifth blind box was suppressed by the other four rewards...

    Presented in front of Chu Guang werepressed biscuits with a weight of 100g in a vacuum package, and three lollipops with a weight of 25g vored apple, banana and mango.

    And, a note.

    The packaging of thepressed biscuits was intact. It was not bulging, so although the shelf life and production date were a mystery, they should be edible.

    This was a good thing.

    There were 500 calories stated on the ingredient list. Whether it was eaten dry or boiled in a pot, it could fill his stomach.

    As for the lollipops, although the calories were not low, they could not provide a feeling of fullness.

    However, for Chu Guang, who was running out of food to eat, it was already pretty good.

    But this system was too stingy, the amount of this reward was too little.

    Standing next to the delivery port, Chu Guang stuffed the food into his backpack, then picked up the note sent by the conveyor belt and took a look.

    Some words were written on it, in thenguage of this world.

    [...Is there any creature in this world that is more suitable to be exploited than yers?

    They are not only very curious, but also always full of enthusiasm. When they face difficulties, they will not despair. Of course, the most critical thing is that they can even consider issues from the perspective of the publisher and help the publisher to exploit them!

    I''m seriously a genius for turning this device into a game!

    ¡ª¡ªThe first administrator of No. 404; (Please put this note in the fifth primary blind box, this is the easter egg I left for my sessor!)]

    Chu Guang: "..."

    To be honest, not only did he not feel the slightest surprise at harvesting easter eggs, he was even a little speechless.

    But¡­¡­

    What did this device mean?

    "Little Seven."

    "What''s wrong, Master?"

    "Do you know the first administrator?"

    "No, my main program was only activated when you entered the shelter. ording to the data in the shelter database, it has been more than a century since the previous administrator transferred the operation authority."

    Chu Guang continued to ask.

    "What year was it exactly?"

    Little Seven answered.

    "January 1, 2157."

    When the war ended in 2129, human civilization entered the Wastnd Era. 2157 was the 28th year of the Wastnd Era.

    So it was 183 years ago!

    Chu Guang has been sensitive to numbers ever since he was a child, especially concerning this kind of key information. Basically, as long as he remembered it, he would not easily forget it.

    "In other words, 183 years ago, the first administrator invented this set of devices capable of projecting parallel world consciousness into clones, and packaged it into a game, but didn''t use it for some reason, right ?"

    Maybe it was because of the nuclear winter.

    Or other reasons such as the shelter not meeting the starting conditions.

    In any case, people from a hundred years ago should have passed away.

    Little Seven spoke again.

    "Probably."

    "What''s the first administrator''s name?"

    Chu Guang was suddenly curious about the person''s identity.

    The person who came up with some strange ideas may not necessarily be a genius, but the word genius was no longer enough to describe a person who could invent such awesome and incredible technology after the decline of civilization.

    Projecting the consciousness of the parallel world into this world and putting it into a clone.

    Chu Guang couldn''t imagine how this was done.

    Technology beyond recognition was no different from magic for him.

    "I don''t know. There is no detailed information about him in the known database. Maybe it was deleted?"

    "Forget it... Asking you is like asking a wall."

    Chu Guang was slightly disappointed, but not discouraged.

    Currently, he''s only unlocked the shelter B1 of the shelter.

    As the mission progresses, the secrets buried in this shelter would one day be revealed to himpletely.

    After cing the note into the drawer of theputer desk, Chu Guang tightened his backpack.

    Noticing his movements, Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, asked.

    "Master, are you leaving?"

    There were emotions in its voice, but it sounded pitiful.

    "Mhm, the yer won''t log in until three dayster. It doesn''t make sense for me to keep guarding here. It''s better for me to go back and get ready."

    This broken ce was said to be a shelter, but there was nothing to eat or drink.

    Chu Guang now had half a palm-sized cake and half a bottle of water left, as well as thepressed biscuits and lollipops he just bought with bonus points.

    This supply would onlyst for less than three days.

    In the nearby survivor settlement, he had a simple crib with some supplies and useful tools.

    Chu Guang intended to go back and slowly bring all the things he needed here.

    From now on, this would be his new base area.

    "Right, Little Seven."

    "What''s the matter, master?"

    "I need you to do me a favor."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

    "Our official website is too rudimentary. I need you to add a forum, information, and picture function to it. Can it be done?"

    To put it simply, he wanted to let yers know more about this "game".

    It was a bit difficult to fool people into a game with just words. At least, he needed to have something that he could present to them.

    "Of course, you have the editing authority of the official website. In addition to the game application page, you can add sub-pages or make changes to existing pages."

    "Very good, then I''ll leave it to you."

    "I will handle it!"

    Little Seven seemed ecstatic about the task he had given it. Even the speaker volume increased by half a decibel.

    Of course, Chu Guang could also be hearing things.

    "Master, when will youe back?"

    Chu Guang thought for a while and said,

    "Three days at thetest."

    "If everything goes well, maybe before tomorrow night."

    ...

    In the Earth, Bull and Horse Club group.

    That old brother named Light disappeared after giving them the URL link. Not one person knew whether he went offline or was secretly peeping at the screen.

    The original topic about "fully immersive virtual reality game" was almost gone, but a few minutes ago, the old brother''s action of pulling the admins into a small group caused everyone to discuss it again.

    Quit_smoking: [Damn, this guy is serious? ]

    This Quit_smoking was also an active member of the group, although it was not a group admin.

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Mhm, after you applied, he created a small group and invited us into his group. (Scratching head)]

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice was the owner of the group, and was naturally also in that small group.

    Upon hearing this, the members of the group became excited instantly.

    [WTF! This is scandalous! ]

    [Do you know the name of thepany where Brother Light works? I want to report his hical practices! (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    [Get lost. Company my ass! Last year, there was apany doing VR development, but not only did they lose all investments, even the boss of thatpany was sent to prison! Nowadays, no one is interested in doing VR anymore! ]

    [Don''t you want to talk about this thing in private? Light might be reading the chat at the moment. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    [Do you know why he is doing this? Is he trolling us? ]

    [Who knows, maybe he wants to lure you into some gambling sites! ]

    [I think he is just a troll! Kick him out. ]

    The topic was getting stranger, it even reached the level of personal attack.

    Ye Wei frowned and just when he wanted to say something, he saw the group owner stepping in.

    (The whole group has been muted)

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Don''t be like this everyone. The new group members may not know Light, but he is actually a good guy, although his marksmanship is a little bit sloppy, his eyes are a little bit blind, his skills is a bit sh*t, overall, it is not a bad guy. ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [I don''t believe that Light would engage in an online gambling business. We are not sure if his ount has been hacked. If it is, our management team will take care of it. After I remove this restrictionter, please change the subject. ?]

    (The whole group has been unmuted)

    Since the group owner and the admins all said this, everyone stopped talking about that topic for their sake, and quickly changed the topic to discuss the European Cup.

    Ye Wei did not watch sport, at least, not football.

    Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, the numbers showed that it was already 18:00. It was time for dinner.

    After uploading the unfinished homework to the cloud disk, Ye Wei pushed aside his chair and got up. He went downstairs to the cafeteria and ordered a spicy chicken fried rice, which he enjoyed a lot.

    When he wandered back to the dormitory, he saw the cardboard box on the table.

    He was dazed.

    ¡®Express delivery?''

    "Ah Wei, what did you buy? Such a big thing?" One of his roommates asked curiously, causing the other two also to lean over to take a look.

    Although they were curious, all of them respected each other''s privacy.

    Before Ye Wei came back to the dormitory, they didn''t touch his stuff. Now that he was back, they could finally ask Ye Wei.

    They were very curious about what he bought.

    "I didn''t buy anything¡­ Who sent this thing?"

    The three roommates looked at each other.

    "I did not notice¡­¡­"

    "I didn''t pay attention either."

    "I don''t know, I just went to get takeaway."

    ¡®Huh?''

    ¡®This is creepy.''

    Usually express delivery would be sent to the express station downstairs in the dormitory, but today it was delivered to his room.

    What was even creepier was that he never wrote down his room number in any of the online shopping sites he visited.

    ¡®Are all delivery drivers this incredible nowadays?''

    He opened the cardboard box, seeing a helmet inside.

    The shape of this thing was very simr to that of a motorcycle helmet.

    The only special thing about it was that it did not have a visor. His whole head would be covered if he wore it.

    At first nce, Ye Wei almost thought it was a pot.

    "What is this?"

    The guy at the next table picked up the helmet and fiddled with it. He put it on his head, took it off, and returned it to Ye Wei confused.

    "How would I know?"

    ¡®Is it really a pot?''

    Ye Wei also tried to put it on his head with a dazed expression.

    It was pitch ck.

    However, just as he was about to take it off, a light blue light suddenly prated the darkness and reflected into his retina.

    [Waiting for game activation: 71 hours and 19 minutes]

    ¡®This¡­¡­ Is this a gaming helmet?!''

    ¡®Holy sh**.''

    ¡®How did it get here so fast?''

    Ye Wei was stunned.

    "Can you not see anything?"

    Taking off the helmet, Ye Wei looked at the roommate who was wearing the helmet just now.

    However, that roommate looked at him with a dazed expression.

    "See what?"

    Ye Wei hurriedly said: "That countdown! It says ¡®waiting for the game activation!''"

    "Huh? This thing is a game console?"

    "Move, move, Brother Liu has bad eyes, let me have a look."

    Another roommate took the helmet and put it on, but after a while, just like the previous person, he took off the helmet in confusion.

    "No."

    "Let me try it."

    All three roommates tried it now, and without exception, none of them saw anything.

    ncing at each other, they all looked at Ye Wei in unison with a strange expression.

    "Brother."

    Ye Wei: "...What?"

    "Do you¡­ want to go to the hospital to check your head?"

    "Get lost!"

    Ye Wei snatched the helmet angrily and put it on again.

    The small light blue prints arrived as scheduled.

    [Waiting for game activation: 71 hours and 17 minutes]

    The countdown was reduced by 2 minutes.

    Not only that¡­¡­

    At this moment, he suddenly realized that no matter which way he turned his helmet, the countdown would always appear in the center of his field of vision.

    Even if he closed his eyes.

    When Ye Wei took off his helmet, his face was filled with disbelief.

    ¡®What the heck?''

    ¡®Am I seeing things?''

 Chapter 4: 4: Chu Guang and Lollipop

    Two hundred years ago.

    To be precise, in 2125, a war broke out on this prosperous.

    Both sides in the war were determined topletely destroy each other and used almost every means they could use.

    The warsted only three years.

    But it only took those three years to destroy everything on the surface of this.

    The long nuclear winter almost extinguished the mes of civilization, and both sides sessfully sent each other into hell and buried themselves.

    Since then, a wastnd era that was more depressing than the Great Depression began.

    Although two centuries had passed since that doomsday battle, and the nuclear winter had basically ended more than a century ago, mankind had not returned to the top of the food chain.

    The proliferation of nuclear weapons, biological weapons, and even gic weapons has caused the entire''s ecosystem to evolve in an extreme direction.

    The so-called "mutants" were also the main threats faced by survivors struggling in the ruins.

    For example, the wolfdog with two heads Chu Guang first encountered was one of them.

    However, even if they were mutants, there were strong ones and weak ones.

    The "deformed creatures" caused by gamma rays like the double-headed wolfdog were usually not strong, and except for a few lucky exceptions, might be even weaker than before the mutation.

    In contrast, crunchers, creepers, etc. which were caused by biological weapons and mutated to the point where their ancestors could not be identified, were the real monsters born for killing.

    Their nervous systems were eroded by mutant fungi. They usually hid in ruins, sewers, or subways and other invisible facilities during the day, and only went to the streets for food when night fell.

    The situation in the suburbs would be much better than in the city.

    Especially the outer suburbs.

    In the past five months, the most dangerous mutant that Chu Guang had encountered was only a mutant brown bear. Although it was strong, its reaction was rtively slow.

    Before being discovered by it, Chu Guang avoided it very carefully.

    The faint light of the dawn passed through the broken concrete wall, and together with the shadow of steel scrap, fell on the street full of car wrecks and gravel.

    It was currently eight o''clock in the morning.

    There was about a twelve-hour time difference between the time here and the other world.

    Looking at the two mutant hyenas wandering on the street, Chu Guang clenched the sharp water pipe in his hand and carefully walked around them, heading behind the ruins.

    Although he was confident that he would be able to kill both of them, there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

    Besides, these beasts were very clever, even knowing to use their kind as bait; no one knew how many of them were hidden in the shadow of the ruins next to them.

    Following the path through the ruined streets, Chu Guang was finally relieved when he saw the sign of Bett Street Children''s Paradise.

    Bett Street was a rtivelyrge survivor settlement in this area, in which more than 100 families of survivors lived.

    Before the outbreak of the war, it used to be a children''s amusement park with numerous facilities and a widewn.

    After the war, it was designated as a temporary refuge by the military, amodating arge number of citizens who had fled from the urban area of Qingquan City.

    What happened to those people was unknown, but today, more than two hundred yearster, this ce had be a "small town".

    People used discarded stic boards, rain sheds, wood and metal brackets to build simple shelters on the bare muddy ground, simr to the kind in "Frostpunk".

    The wall of the amusement park was a natural barrier. After rough repairs, iron wires and nailed wooden boards were installed on top.

    In the center of the amusement park was a five-story medieval castle, which looked like it came out of a fairytale. Only, the paint on the surface had long since fallen off, and half of the wall on the side facing the city center had copsed, leaving only the northern half and a crumbling, solitary tower.

    Even if it was a fairytale, it was definitely a dark one.

    But even if the building had broken down like this, it was still the "most luxurious" building on Bett Street.

    At the same time, it was also the mayor''s home.

    Although Chu Guang lived here for five months, he''s never met the mayor. The person was very mysterious and rarely showed up.

    "Yo, you came back early today."

    Looking at Chu Guanging from the corner of the street, Old Walter, who was smoking his smoke pipe, narrowed his eyes, faint white smokeing out of his nose.

    He was holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

    Although the gun looked old, no one would doubt its power.

    Chu Guang once saw the old man firing only two shots before knocking down a mutant brown bear that rushed towards the gate of Bett street with his own eyes.

    Since then, he had been eager to have one.

    "I spent all night outside."

    "Outside?"

    The old man nced at the pointed water pipe behind Chu Guang, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

    No one knew how dangerous the night was better than him.

    Every time he was on night shift, his index finger would not dare dislodge from the trigger. Any movement of wind and grass would make his nerves tense.

    Although the mutants in the outer suburbs were not as dangerous as in the city, there were too many marauders watching here.

    Falling in their hands would not end up much better than dying on mutant hands.

    Old Walter didn''t quite believe that this guy actually spent the night in the wastnd peacefully with only a steel pipe.

    "Had an ident."

    Chu Guang didn''t exin, just giving Old Water a tired look before going straight through the gate of the settlement.

    There was only one recycling station on Bett street, which was easy to find. It was just next to the main entrance of the settlement.

    Under the rolling doory an old-fashioned electronic scale that could never show an urate result, and beside it stood a board: "Fair Prices, Fair Trade".

    This shop was the property of the mayor, and was also the only ce on Bett street that bought scrapped parts and mutant mole skins.

    In order to monopolize the garbage picking business, this dictator even enacted aw arbitrarily: "No one is allowed to sell their captured prey and scrapped parts to caravans passing by here."

    The reason was to ensure that the goods on Bett Street could be sold at a reasonable price, rather than being conned by "cunning merchants".

    Such unreasonable rules could also be passed partly due to the ignorance of the survivors here.

    Not only that, but the general caravan wouldn''t risk offending the dictator by going to scavengers to buy the little poor supplies they had.

    They only do big business.

    And only do business with trusted people.

    "Sell? Or buy?"

    The shopkeeper was a fifty-year-old man named Charlie. It was said that he used to be a resident of a shelter in another province. He waster arrested and used as a ve until the mayor bought him from a ve owner. The work of dealing with the scavengers was given to him.

    Most of the residents here were "wastnd people" born and raised here without any education. Their math was very bad, so much so that they could even make mistakes when doing simple addition and subtraction.

    But Charlie was different.

    He came from a shelter.

    Although none of the shelters on this wastnd were exactly the same, one thing was simr.

    Everyone who could live there was an elite of the pre-war society. Their children not only inherited the clever mind from their parents, but also received a good education from the age of enlightenment.

    If it weren''t for this world being so terrible, he would probably be an engineer, doctor or schr just like his parents.

    Instead of keeping ounts here.

    "Sell."

    Without talking nonsense, Chu Guang took out 6 used batteries from his backpack and threw them on the tray of the electronic scale along with 5 adhesives.

    This was what he found in the wreckage of nearby buildings before he found Shelter 404.

    Old Charlie picked up the waste battery on the table, randomly checked the model and whether it was damaged, and threw it on the scale beside him.

    Those things were definitely scrapped, but it was okay to recycle the materials inside.

    "The quality is alright. The garbage in this area should have been cleaned up. Where did you get the good stuff?"

    Could those things even be called good stuff?

    "Got lucky."

    "Hehe, I''m just asking. Mhm, the battery is good, but the quality of the adhesive is average. Their seals have been removed and I doubt that they can be recycled, so I can only give you half of its value... And the total adds up to 3 chips."

    Chu Guang did not bargain with him either, and took 3 white chips from him.

    This kind of stic coin with a metallic texture was the "currency" issued by Boulder City, thergest survivor settlement in Qingquan City. It could be exchanged for food and supplies in most survivor settlements in Qingquan City.

    The face of the chip was printed with the face value, and its back had a special anti-counterfeiting code and printing, which would show a special luster under sunlight.

    This chip had many advantages, such as heat resistance, and its ability to be easily stored and identified. In particr, the most critical point was that it was basically impossible to counterfeit with post-war technology.

    Small and medium-sized survivor settlements like Bett street, which were small in poption and incapable of industrial capacity, mainly did business with caravans in Boulder City, trading agricultural products, prey, and collected garbage in exchange for necessary living supplies and even weapons.

    So naturally, this currency would also circte on Bett street.

    Of course, it didn''t work everytime. If the caravan didn''te, the prices of the entire settlement would be messed up.

    The mayor had also tried to implement Bett Street''s own currency, a book-keeping ticket, but no one wanted it.

    Even the survivors of Bett Street knew that that kind of paper could not even be used to wipe butt, making it no different from waste paper.

    "Would you like to buy something? A new batch of goods from Boulder City just arrived in the store."

    Chu Guang, who was about to leave, stopped and asked back.

    "Are there guns?"

    "No, you can''t afford it even if we have it."

    Old Charlie grinned, looking at Chu Guang who was about to leave, and continued.

    "But there is some food and fuel. If I were you, I would definitely buy more before the price goes up."

    Guns, even the cheapest kind, were difficult to buy in ces like Bett Street.

    That''s because even if a caravan selling arms passed by asionally, those weapons would usually end up in the mayor''s own warehouse and would not be ced on the shelves here for anyone to choose.

    Besides, as Old Charlie said, even if there was such a thing, it was not something that a scavenger like him could afford.

    Chu Guang knew exactly why he said that.

    As a well-educated shelter resident, Charlie would certainly not fail to see that all the survivors living on Bett street, whether they were scavengers or hunters, had their surplus value exploited by the mayor''s family.

    Even if the mayor never reached out personally to take the chips away from them.

    "The price of food and fuel are going to go up?"

    Looking at Chu Guang with surprise on his face, Charlie smiled faintly.

    "Did you not notice, the temperature has been cooling down recently, but mutants outside have be active."

    Chu Guang frowned. He thought for a moment and said.

    "Winter ising?"

    "I remember that you only came here five months ago. You may not have experienced it. In previous years, the temperature will start to cool down almost at this time. This year... winter maye earlier, maybe it will snow in October."

    Speaking of this, Charlie paused for a moment and said meaningfully.

    "Winter ising."

    "Whether it''s a human or a mutant, it is time to make preparations in advance."

    When Chu Guang first came to Bett street, he was wearing a blue jacket. Charlie subconsciously regarded him as someone from a shelter, so he didn''t treat him badly.

    Although this kind of treatment had never been reflected in transaction prices, the old man did help Chu Guang a little in terms of experience.

    Otherwise, he would not have been able to adapt to life on the wastnd so quickly.

    Chu Guang nodded seriously.

    "I see, thank you."

    "You''re wee," Charlie smiled lightly, "Don''t die."

    It was already early September. If it really snowed in October, Chu Guang would only have a little more than a month left to prepare.

    For the survivors living in this area, snow was definitely not something to be happy about. This meant that in addition to food, there was an additional expenditure on fuel.

    The vast majority of people here made a living by picking up scraps and hunting, and the nearby farms only needed people during busy periods of farming.

    In winter, the difficulty of picking up scraps would increase exponentially, and no one would be able to predict whether the things buried under the snow were waste parts or the fangs of mutant mice.

    Animals such as wild deer and rabbits would also reduce their activity time and even hide in their dens for the winter.

    The most terrible thing was that once winter came, caravans wouldn''te here. Even if the good things were picked up, they could only be piled up at home and be sold during the spring of theing year.

    Or, one could decide to venture to Boulder City, ten kilometers away.

    That was thergest settlement of survivors in Qingquan City. Even in winter, the market there would not close.

    However, its location was on the side of the third-ring road in Qingquan City, close to the Northern City District of Qingquan City, and there were countless dangers hidden along the way.

    To travel there on two legs, and in the winter when the lowest temperature could reach minus ten degrees was tantamount to suicide!

    ...

    After leaving the recycling station, Chu Guang first went back to his residence.

    In fact, it was not so much a residence as it was a shack that could barely keep out the rain, without even a decent window or door.

    Until yesterday, he was still thinking about saving some materials such as cement and PVC boards to seal up the leaky wall before winter came.

    But now it seemed that this was no longer necessary.

    Taking out a rusty aluminum box from the moldy sleeping bag, Chu Guang broke it open with great effort, and spread the stic coins hidden in it onto the in wooden table.

    A total of 47 white chips with a face value of 1 point.

    With the 3 coins in his pocket, it added up to exactly 50 points!

    This money was saved by him frugally, bit by bit, so that one day he could leave this damn ce and move to Boulder City with better conditions.

    But now...

    He had a new n for this "property".

    If he could live on his own, why stay under other people''s fence?

    "The ruins of the nursing home above the shelter can be used, and the surrounding walls around the building are all concrete structures... If the yers can reallye to this world, then they can collect some materials nearby. That way, repairs shouldn''t be too difficult."

    "Near the nursing home is a wend park. It is unlikely to find metal scraps there, but the surrounding vegetation is still lush, so there should be no shortage for burning material. In addition, wood can also be used as a material for repairing buildings and making furniture¡­ Axes! Yes, I have to buy four axes."

    Hunting monsters and leveling up?

    There are no such things!

    After all, it was already said that it was a 100% real hardcore game. Since it was a hardcore game, it was natural to start with the most basic work!

    "Shovels and saws, these tools are also necessary!" Before the yers logged in, Chu Guang had already figured out how to arrange them.

    Of course, in addition to the tools for work, he also needed food.

    Once the culture chamber was activated, it would immediately consume the active substances pre-stored in the culture chamber to synthesize clones for yers to use.

    And these clones all needed to eat!

    Although the clone could lie in the culture chamber and stay dormant at a lower metabolic level when the yer was offline, it was impossible to lie down all the time.

    People had to eat as long as they were alive. This was the eternal truth!

    "At least I have to reserve enough food for five adults to consume in a week¡­ Assuming that everyone would need to eat one wheat cake a meal and two meals a day, I would need to get 70 wheat cakes."

    Wheat cake was the mostmon food on Bett street, and he could exchange two for one chip.

    This kind of cake was generally the size of a palm and was very hard. It tasted like soil mixed with sand, but it could fill the stomach and provide a little salt.

    It could also be made into a paste by cooking it in a pot.

    70 cakes would require him 35 points. Even if he haggled the price, he would at least need to spend 30 points. In this way, his budget was not enough.

    Chu Guang''s brows furrowed, but soon smoothed out.

    It was he who made the problemplicated just now.

    In fact, there was no need for those yers to eat too well.

    If he reced the wheat cake with the raw materials for making wheat cakes - that was, the green wheat produced by the nearby farm, he could buy a full kilogram with only 3 points!

    Hoarding 5 kilograms was enough for him to eat for two weeks by himself!

    As for the others, he would think of a solution when he crosses that bridge.

    "I''ll just prepare these things for now..."

    After storing the chips into the backpack, Chu Guang put the backpack on again.

    Although he hadn''t slept for a whole night, he was very excited now, as if he had found the meaning of life again, and didn''t feel sleepy at all.

    When he opened the door and came outside, he saw a little girl squatting inside his neighbor''s house, looking at him curiously.

    Chu Guang remembered her name. Yu Xiaoyu, the youngest daughter of the Yu family.

    Most of the survivors on the wastnd were emaciated with sallowplexions, the youngest daughter of the Yu family being no exception. Her small arms and legs akin to reed sticks made it hard to imagine that she was old enough to get married.

    Seeing that Chu Guang noticed her, she confidently walked out of the house.

    "I heard some noisesing from your house, so I was checking on what happened."

    Everyday at dawn, the men on Bett street would go out to pick up scraps or hunt, while the old and weak, women, and children generally stayed at home to look after the house or do some other work.

    Although everyone was poor, and there was nothing valuable at home that was worth stealing, no one wanted other people to break into their houses when they went out.

    This man named Chu Guang came from outside. He usually left early and returnedte, and rarelymunicated with neighbors in his neighborhood.

    She didn''t know much about him, only felt that he didn''t look like someone who could endure hardship.

    Everyone was very wary of him at first, and her mother also asked her to keep her eyes on him.

    However, Xiaoyu didn''t think he was a bad person, because once he made soup at the door and gave her a bowl.

    "Thanks."

    "You''re wee, I can help you take care of the house when you are out." She blinked and added happily, "I''m idle anyway."

    Poor child.

    If she were in that world, she would still be in school at her current age.

    Not wanting to offend the girl, Chu Guang hid the pity in his eyes, took out a lollipop from his pocket nkly and stuffed it into the little girl''s hand.

    "Take this. You can eat it."

    "But don''t tell anyone that I gave you this."

    "Otherwise this will be thest thing I give you."

    She''d never seen this kind of food.

    Yu Xiaoyu first took a bite of the wrapping paper and found that she couldn''t open it with her teeth. Only then did she realize that she should tear it open.

    Her big eyes stared at the red fruit ball stuck in the stic stick, and she cautiously stuck out her tongue and licked it lightly.

    ¡®What is this taste?!''

    ¡®So sweet!''

    With little stars shining in her eyes, she raised her head happily and wanted to say thank you to the man.

    However, the person who gave her candy had already gone far away

 Chapter 5: 5: The Fourth natural disasters

    In the Bull And Horse Management Discussion Group.

    This was a small group of only four people.

    The group owner was White_horse_passing_a_crevice, while the group members were the three admins from the main group: Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night, Level_8_Gale, and There_will_be_ample_time.

    Night Ten: [Have you all received the helmet? ? ? ]

    Old White: [Received it... this is really creepy, and it was directly sent to my door. ]

    Ample Time: [I found it by the door of my garage...]

    Gale: [It was on my desk... I thought it was from my colleague. ]

    Night Ten: [None of yours are creeper than mine, this package was delivered directly to my dorm room! All three of my roommates were there at that time, and none of them saw how this thing was brought in! There is also one more creepy thing, I don''t know if you noticed it. I can see the countdown when wearing the helmet, but other people can''t. ]

    The group was strangely quiet for a while.

    The first to break the silence was group owner White_horse_passing_a_crevice.

    Old White: [...What you say is a bit creepy indeed. ]

    Ample Time: [What kind ofpany do you think thispany is? Not only do they know our address, but can also deliver the package to us without us knowing it? ]

    Gale: [Mhm, this is what I care about the most. The problem with the address can be exined using our IP address. After all, it is not impossible to analyze our location in reality from our IP address. But the delivery¡­ I still can''t figure it out. I am in Jinling, Night Ten, I remember that you are studying in Jiangcheng, there is a difference of 500 kilometers, but we received the helmet almost at the same time. ]

    Night Ten: [Yes... I got it not long after I clicked the link... ]

    Old White: [Sh**. Should we call the police? ]

    Ample Time: [We didn''t lose anything, so I don''t think the police will handle this problem. Besides, how are you going to exin it to the police? Tell them that you didn''t expect this package? Or that there''s a problem with the helmet? Except for you, no one can see anything. ]

    Gale: [Mhm, this is the biggest problem, it''s difficult to tell others exactly what this thing is. I tried to record it using my phone while wearing it, but my phone couldn''t capture anything. ]

    In reality, Gale was a teacher, seemingly teaching science. He spoke in a more orderly manner. This had also been agreed by Ample Time and Old White.

    Night Ten: [How about... let''s disassemble the helmet and have a look inside? ]

    Gale: [We can do this, but it is risky. At least I did not find a ce where it can be disassembled. If we violently break it apart, it is difficult to guarantee that the helmet can work after we put it back. ]

    Ample Time: [Indeed, we can''t give Light trouble. ]

    A person was able to put this helmet on the door of his garage without him noticing it, so he already somewhat believed what the old brother whose ID was called Light said.

    Could it be that thispany was a mysterious research institution supported by state agencies?

    Whatever it was, so far, they had not suffered any loss. In addition, he himself was very interested in fully immersive VR games, and that countdown sessfully aroused his interest.

    Gale: [I''ve PMed Brother Light, but he hasn''t gotten back to me yet. The IP address of that official website does not look like a domestic IP address. Even its domain name doesn''t look like a normal website. Moreover, I can''t find its registration information. ]

    Night Ten: [Dark Web? ! ]

    Gale: [Not sure. ]

    Old White: [Let''s wait and see. At the moment, any discussion is meaningless. After three days, we will be able to confirm what the situation is with this helmet! ]

    ...

    While the yers were discussing, Chu Guang, who was in the wastnd, was still busy making final preparations.

    5kg of green wheat and some iron tools.

    It took Chu Guang a lot of effort to move these things from Bett Street to the wend park three kilometers away without being noticed.

    Shelter No. 404 was hidden underneath the park, and the entrance was in an inconspicuous nursing home.

    There was a lot of vegetation here, and it was also next to ake. In theory, there should be a lot of wild animals in this area.

    After approaching here, Chu Guang was very careful, watching out for possible dangers around him.

    Fortunately, nothing happened.

    Checking the markings he made at the entrance of the nursing home while confirming that no mutants or marauders sneaked in while he was away, Chu Guang pushed the door open with his pointed water pipe and walked in carefully.

    The entrance of No. 404 shelter was at the elevator on the innermost side of the nursing home lobby. Only the dial of that elevator had the B1 floor button.

    Chu Guang went down first, throwing the grain in the corridor between the elevator base and the airlock door outside the buffer room.

    This ce was about forty to fifty meters below the ground.

    To be honest, the corridor was not very suitable for storing food, but it was better to put it here than in a nursing home, where it would be spotted by passing mice or mutant cockroaches.

    After passing through the two airlock doors of the buffer chamber.

    Chu Guang walked into the hall, looked at Little Seven who was squatting in the corner and said.

    "Has the forum function of the official website been developed?"

    "It''s done."

    "What about the yers? Did they receive their helmets?"

    "They have received it."

    So quick?

    Chu Guang was slightly surprised.

    He remembered that he left the shelter at six in the morning, and now it was around one in the afternoon. Only seven hours had passed in between.

    "Is the flow of time really 1:1 between the wastnd and modern world?"

    "Of course it is, but the time here is equivalent to the UTC-04:00 timezone on the earth."

    Country Hua''s time in the modern world was UTC+08:00, and the time difference between its time and UTC-04:00 was about twelve hours, which meant that it was 1:00 in the morning in the eastern part of Country Hua now.

    Chu Guang sat in front of theputer and logged into the backend of the official website.

    Little Seven added a forum function to the official website ording to his instructions, but there was currently no traffic, so naturally there was no post.

    The same goes for the database and game galleries.

    "How can I upload the photos here?" Chu Guang said, pointing to the gallery on the screen.

    "Just upload it directly."

    "...I mean, how should I take pictures? Or do you have something like a camera?"

    Such a big shelter, there wasn''t even a single device on the entire B1 level, which was ridiculous.

    Even if there were no weapons, there should at least be some basic survival tools, right?

    "Uh, no, but I can use my camera to take pictures for you¡­ What do you want me to take a picture of? This ce here?"

    Looking at the paper-bin-like robot in the corner, Chu Guang sighed.

    "What''s the use of taking a picture of that... Forget it, I''ll figure out a solution myself."

    He couldn''t bring mutants here.

    However, it might be possible to take Little Seven outside.

    Most mutants were not interested in the metal objects that could not be eaten. With a little camouge, he could leave it on the top of the building to guard the area.

    The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he believed that this idea was feasible.

    Logging onto his chat software, Chu Guang found that all four yers had sent private messages to himself, asking him whichpany he worked for, what exactly the immersive game meant, and what was going on with the gaming helmet.

    To be honest, Chu Guang didn''t know how to answer these questions, and it was impossible to tell them the true situation of this world.

    He could only make them believe that this was the game world.

    Only then, would they be willing toe to this world as "the fourth natural disaster" and work fearlessly and tirelessly for him.

    "Master."

    "What''s wrong?"

    Looking at Chu Guang, who turned off theputer and got up from the chair, Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, asked curiously.

    "Don''t you need to reply to their message?"

    "It''s not necessary."

    The more he exined, the more ws he would reveal. He just needed to use excuses like corporate secrets or state secrets to fool them.

    As for the others?

    He would let them guess for themselves.

    Otherwise, what was the purpose of their brains?

    Wasn''t it used for imagination?

 Chapter 6: 6: The First Batch of Closed Beta Players

    "I am a NPC."

    While saying this to the mirror, Chu Guang took a deep breath, straightened his cor, and tried to make his image look majestic enough.

    His face was expressionless.

    Three days had passed since that day.

    In a few minutes, it would be time for yers to log in to the game.

    As for the blue coat on him, it was the one he wore when he first came to this world a long time ago.

    Old Charlie of Bett Street once told him that residents of the shelter seemed to wear this.

    "I am a NPC."

    Chu Guang faced the mirror he picked up from outside and practiced again.

    The nature of this "new job" could be said to bepletely different from the previous sales job he was engaged in. The smile and polite attitude he once donned should never appear on an administrator.

    After all, this was a wastnd that followed thew of the jungle.

    To survive in this wastnd, his image did not necessarily have to be one of a tough guy, but he had to at least give people enough confidence and a sense of security.

    After touching the line of his cheek, Chu Guang thought in his heart, should he get a scar on his forehead?

    Or just style his hair into that of a cyberpunk''s?

    After all, this was a wastnd that followed thew of the jungle.

    Too handsome would affect the sense of immersion.

    "Master."

    Chu Guang, who was making poses in front of the mirror, lifted his chin emotionlessly.

    "What''s wrong?"

    Little Seven responded in a low voice.

    "ording to the information I have looked up, NPCs in the game usually don''t call themselves NPCs."

    The expression on his face was slightly stiff , Chu Guang said with a light cough.

    "Of course I know¡­¡­"

    Looking into the mirror, he muttered again.

    "...I am the administrator of shelter 404."

    Speaking of which, they were nearing the appointed time.

    Three hours ago, the culture chamber hadpleted the synthesis of clones.

    He also made an appointment on the chat software with the four "lucky guys" who obtained the qualifications for the closed test. Before nine o''clock in the evening, Yenching time, they needed to put on their helmets, find afortable position to lie down, and log into the game on time at nine o''clock.

    Just as Chu Guang was thinking about what kind of posture he should take to appear in front of the yers, a "ding" suddenly rang in his mind.

    Then, a line of text appeared in front of him.

    [Mission Completed! ]

    Chu Guang''s heart tightened slightly.

    ¡®They''re here!''

    ...

    "Holy fu**, fu**, fu**, fu**! This is incredible!"

    In the living area next to the residents'' hall under the ground, in an inconspicuous room, four culture chambers were unlocked at the same time, the translucent hatches opening.

    Sitting up in the open culture chamber, Ye Wei was dumbfounded. Looking around, his face was full of shock.

    ¡®This is it, the game world? !''

    Until a minute ago, he was still muttering in his heart whether this could be a carefully nned prank.

    However, when he was lying t on the bed about to fall asleep while wearing a fully charged helmet, a light shot at him through the darkness.

    When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a strange room.

    His body was wet.

    It was as if he just got up from a pond.

    The wind blew from the overhead air outlet to his shoulders, obviously evaporating the liquid bit by bit, taking away the heat from his body.

    There was also a faint unpleasant smell in the wind.

    Ye Wei was shocked, his eyes widening.

    Visual!

    Smell!

    Touch!

    Taste!

    Hearing!

    All five senses!

    Awesome! ! !

    This immersive feeling made his eyes tear up.

    ¡®I didn''t expect that in my lifetime, I would actually be able to see fully immersive virtual reality technology!''

    This could no longer be described as awesome!

    Not just him,but the other three yers who sat up from the culture chamber also showed unanimous shock on their faces.

    "Are you fu**king kidding me! Are you fu**king kidding me!"

    "...I thought it was a joke."

    "Oh my god! It really ispletely immersive!"

    "Is technology so advanced now?? Are you serious? Why haven''t I ever seen it in the news?!"

    "Ow... Even the pain felt so real." A yer pinched himself.

    "Who the fu** are you? NPC?"

    "NPC my ass, I am Old White! White_horse_passing_a_crevice! Who are you!?"

    "What the fu**? Old White?! I''m Gale! Level_8_Gale! Why do you look like this? Hahahaha. I''mughing my ass off."

    "Get lost! This game is a bit interesting, but it seems our appearances have already been set? I don''t know if they would allow us to modify our appearance during the open beta test."

    Old White also pinched himself, grinning painfully, his face full of joy.

    Excited!

    Exhrated!

    Incredible!

    This was a dreame true!

    Ye Wei in the chamber next to them stared nkly, motionless, trying to digest the shock in his heart.

    In addition to him, there was another guy sitting still. It should be There_will_be_ample_time in the group.

    This guy was staring at his crotch, contemting, and no one knew what he was thinking.

    "The role is set by default to be a male role? There is no way of creating your own character? I mean¡­ Can we create a female role?"

    "Damn, this guy is so horny! He must be Night Ten."

    "I am Ample Time..."

    "Yo! Ample Time?! We are best buddies, right?¡­ You know what I mean?"

    "Go away, I was just saying. The brother next should be Night Ten¡­ So everyone is here, right?"

    Seeing that the three of them looked at him, Ye Wei finally recovered.

    Realizing that he was still naked, he quickly picked up the uniform hanging by the culture chamber, put it on his head, and said casually.

    "Mhm, I just logged in... How do we y this game? Is there no novice tutorial?"

    "I don''t know, we just logged in as well."

    As soon as the voice fell, the door of the room opened.

    A man in a blue jacket walked in from outside.

    Behind him was a paper bin-shaped robot. The tube-like body looked a bit naive, but the streamlined shell and polished silver paint were full of science fiction.

    The eyes of the four yers all widened in shock.

    "NPC!"

    "It''s exactly like a real person!"

    "Is this really the game world?"

    "This is too real!"

    "Quiet," Chu Guang interrupted the chattering noise, nced around the four yers in the room, and slowly said, "Wee to shelter 404."

    "I am the administrator here."

    "Codename - Dawn."

    The room was silent for a moment.

    The four yers were unexpectedly honest, staring at him while holding their breath, fearing that they might miss any plot details.

    It seemed that he had sessfully controlled the scene.

    Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief and continued to speak ording to the prepared script.

    "First of all, I have good news to tell you - the war is over."

    "Bad news is, our world has changed beyond recognition. If you expect to go home with your luggage and find your mother right away, it''d obviously be impossible."

    "This year marks the 200th anniversary after the doomsday. Fortunately, we have sessfully survived the most difficult years. To be able to stand here today, you are already more fortunate than 12 billion people. I now need you to recognize the status quo as soon as possible, and then fulfill your deration under the banner of the Federation of People: Rebuild our homnd!"

    "The one next to me is my assistant. It''s called Little Seven. You can ask it any questions about the shelter or other things you don''t understand."

    The above was the opening remark.

    When the next batch of yers arrived, Chu Guang would say it again.

    After all, it was hard toe up with something like this.

    As for Little Seven, Chu Guang has already notified it in advance about what could and couldn''t be said, so there was no need to worry about exposing himself.

    In fact, even if he exposed himself, it would not be a problem.

    Anything that couldn''t be exined could be answered by the phrase "this is the game setting". There was no perfect setting these days after all.

    Seeing that Chu Guang finally finished speaking, the yer who registered the nickname Night Ten quickly asked.

    "Where is Brother Light? I mean, the game designer who gave us the helmet."

    "I don''t understand what you are talking about." Chu Guang replied nkly.

    "How do you log out of the game?" Old White continued.

    "Go back to the culture chamber and lie down, you can log out normally then."

    In fact, there was another method. Abnormal states such asa, sleep, and death could also cause the connection to be interrupted, but Chu Guang did not not want them to try it at will.

    It was more energy efficient to lie in the culture chamber, and it would be troublesome to deal with corpses anywhere.

    "What about the level? Where is the interface of the yer system? Why can I not find it?"

    Gale just asked this sentence, and before Chu Guang could answer, Ample Time next to him interrupted and asked.

    "What about the character creation system? Are the settings for the role unchangeable? And the gender of the role¡ª"

    "Enough, you can ask these questions..., it''s not your turn to ask questions yet."

    Interrupting these people''s endless questions, Chu Guang sternly threw four pamphlets into their hands.

    "I will take you to familiarize yourself with the environment here and tell you what you need to pay attention to."

    "Especially what you can do, and what you can''t do."

 Chapter 7: 7: If You Want to be Rich, You Must First Cut Trees

    Nothing can be aplished without norms or standards.

    Especially for yers who were keen on trying out the things that they shouldn''t do.

    [Shelter Resident Handbook Version 1.0. ]

    [1. The administrator''s orders are above all else, and all residents of the shelter must obey them unconditionally. ]

    [2. For residents who vite the regtions, the administrator will execute the final means of "forced dormancy" and "confinement". (Note: Forced sleep is equivalent to being kicked out of the game, and confinement means banning login permissions.)]

    [3. The administrator has the final right to interpret all the above terms. ]

    Vitions would cause yers to be kicked out of the game? This was no longer a power that ordinary NPCs had.

    Seeing the footnote below Article 2 of the Shelter Resident Handbook, the yers fully understood that the NPC in front of them was not only a NPC, but also had some rights of GM, which could "band" people and affect the game experience of other yers.

    Now that there were only a few people, there were only three rules for the time being. If there were more points to be addedter, Chu Guang would considerunching version 2.0 or even version 20.0.

    For example, regting the rules between yers, or yers and "NPCs", as well as prohibited things in the game and so on.

    This was also why a round of closed beta testing was done before the open beta test.

    There was not much space in the shelter. Twenty or so rooms seemed to be quite a lot, but in fact, each of them was very small, four culture chambers taking up almost all the space in each room.

    Thest administrator seemed to be afraid that he would not do any work, so he cleared the entirety of B1 floor, leaving nothing for him.

    Chu Guang did not stay in the shelter for too long. After telling the yers the rules, he took the four people and Little Seven to the elevator leading to the outside world.

    These four closed beta yers were still obedient, but they were very curious.

    From the moment their feet touched the ground, they touched everything they could see, seemingly wanting to check out everything in the game.

    There was not a single cell in their whole body that could be idle!The elevator stopped steadily.

    Looking at the sunlight shining through the broken window and in front of the elevator, the four yers again eximed.

    "Holy sh**..."

    "This light! This wall! This, this, this..."

    "This is incredible!"

    "The sunlight passes through the cracks in the concrete ruins and shines on the newly sprouted grass. The dust visible to the naked eye drifts in the light... Every frame is art, and every second is the burning of development funds!"

    "Damn, my Brother Ample Time is so poetic!"

    Seeing their reaction, Chu Guang found it very amusing. But he could also understand it, so he pretended not to hear anything, fulfilled his responsibilities as an NPC, and took them outside the nursing home.

    Looking at the tools on the ground, Chu Guang turned to face them.

    "As you can see, the nuclear war has ended for two hundred years."

    "We are now located in the northern outskirts of Qingquan City, far away from the nuclear crater. Unless it''s ''Glowing Rain'' or visible radioactive clouds, you don''t need to worry too much about the problem of excessive gamma."

    "Shelters cannot protect us forever, nor can our civilization hide under the ruins forever. Remember, we are the vanguard to return to the surface, and there are thousands of people behind us waiting for our good news, there is no time to dy."

    "The first thing we need to do now is to repair the nursing home under our feet and build an outpost on this ruin."

    "It will be the bridgehead for our people to return to the surface."

    "I''m now giving you a task. Pick up the axe on the ground, go outside, and chop some wood to take back."

    "Before winteres, we have to store enough fuel and repair the broken walls around us at the same time."

    "Remember not to go too far. When encountering mutants, don''t act rashly and withdraw immediately."

    "You may move out now!"

    Chu Guang originally thought he needed a bit of talking.

    But he didn''t expect that these yers were more obedient than he thought, and they simply picked up an axe and went out to work.

    Their swift actions felt as if they wished him to finish speaking quickly, for fear of dying their work.

    "Master, are these guys really okay?" Little Seven who was following them expressed its concern. It always felt that these clones'' heads were not normal.

    "That''s why I asked you to follow," Chu Guang looked up at the nursing home behind him, paused for a moment, and continued, "Go to the window on the third floor to the north, tell me immediately if they encounter a tricky situation or go too far."

    As for himself, he must first check the rewards forpleting the task.

    The paper bin next to Chu Guang did not move.

    After a while, Little Seven said.

    "¡­Master."

    "What''s wrong?"

    "I don''t have legs."

    The moving paper bin circled Chu Guang''s legs to show how it moved. It wasn''t until then that Chu Guang noticed that this guy had always been moving on four wheels.

    "...All right, I will carry you up."

    Sighing, Chu Guang knelt down and carried it on his shoulders.

    ¡®Goodness, it''s quite heavy.''

    ...

    The tree as thick as a human thigh slowly fell, smashing to the ground and making a dull sound.

    "Why do I feel like this ce is not like a wastnd?"

    "What does it look like to you?"

    "It feels closer to a forest... I''m talking about the game ¡®The Forest''. I don''t know if you''ve yed it before. It''s about cutting down trees like this and then building a house."

    "Of course I''ve yed it before. Not only have I yed it, but I''ve also built the house up to the sky. But building a house there is much simpler, it was easily done just by clicking the mouse, unlike here¡­ dang, this axe is quite heavy. "

    "When ites to setting, I think it''s quite realistic. I remember watching a documentary before, about returning to Chernobyl. For forty years, there has been no human disturbance, and it has evolved into a new ecology system. The buildings there are surrounded by vines, and the trees grow taller than a house... The setting of this game is two hundred years after the nuclear war, which is not impossible. I even feel that the situation in the city will be more drastic than it is here. "

    Looking at the mess behind him, Old White wiped his sweat and smacked his lips.

    Two hourster...

    Although their efficiency was not high, and the tree trunks left behind looked as if they had gnawed on by dogs, they had still cut down a dozen pine trees the size of a human thigh and countless smaller ones.

    It was just that the administrator didn''t say how much he needed, and no one knew if what they got was enough.

    "I have to admit that this game is too real... Whether it''s the impact of the axe cutting a tree, or the flying sawdust and the sunlight filtering through the leaves, it reminds me of¡ª"

    "Alright, alright, stop talking about those things."

    Interrupting Ample Time''s emotional speech, Night Ten''s hands rested on his axe hilt as he looked at the branches and autumn leaves scattered on the ground, panting.

    "Since you can cut trees and build houses, farming shouldn''t be a problem, right?"

    Their physical abilities in the game were much stronger than their physical bodies in reality.

    Night Ten''s body in reality belonged to the weak schr archetype, but he had some muscles in this world.

    Of course, the one that was the most satisfied was White_horse_passing_a_crevice, which was, Old White.

    Although this guy''s character did not look good, he had stubble on his face. When he rolled up his sleeves, it revealed his arms that were full of muscles, and he looked very strong.

    "If we want to farm, I suggest that we set a fire, burn the nts into ashes and then spread them into the soil. When the winter passes, it will be fertile soil... Of course, that is on the premise that the game is really that realistic, otherwise it is a waste of time."

    "Speaking of, I''ve been wondering, but why are Old White''s muscles so strong that it looks like he''s trained before, while I''m struggling to even lift the axe?"

    Gale was breathless.

    His character was probably the closest to reality in terms of physical fitness among all of them. He became exhausted after just a bit of exercise.

    "The attributes of each character must be different¡­ Although I don''t know how this thing is judged." Ample Time scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment. "But I have a guess."

    "What guess?"

    All three yers were very interested in his discovery.

    Anyone who had been in the Bull and Horse Club for a while knew that this guy was a member of the Clearing Group for several single yer games, and also had the most games in his steam ount in the group.

    Whether it was FPS, RPG or SLG, there was no type he didn''t y.

    "You should have also noticed that we woke up in a silver-white chamber. Considering the theme of this game, there are two possibilities in the setting. First is, we have been sleeping before the war through cryo-sleep technology up until now. Second, we are all clones."

    "Of course, I personally think that thetter setting will be more convenient. After all, the problem of resurrection can be easily exined by directly using the DNA stored in the culture chamber to re-synthesize a body."

    Seeing that the yers were looking at each other, Ample Time continued.

    "I estimate that settings such as attribute panels and levels will be addedter, and that the difference in our physical fitness is likely to be the foreshadowing of it!"

    "I hope that the devs can develop a set of unique game mechanics, such as¡­bining DNA and ss systems, distinguishing power yers from agile yers, and formting different attribute growth curves. This not only guarantees the degree of freedom, but also enriches the gamey."

    "It''s a pity that the characters are randomised. It would be nice if we could determine the initial attributes ourselves."

    Feeling thirsty from talking, Ample Time finally stopped.

    "Let''s stop this meaningless chat, I''ll talk to Brother Light when I log outter."

    ¡®Brother Light once said that he is the game designer of this game, so discussing this issue with him directly is definitely better than discussing it here with them.''

    At this moment, Night Ten, who was looking into the distance in a daze, suddenly spoke.

    "Guys, how do you know how big this map is?"

    "I have no idea."

    "Say, if I keep going in one direction..."

    Looking at Night Ten who was eager to try it, Gale rested with his axe on the side, hesitated, and said.

    "There is most likely an invisible wall, or you will be killed by the game... But no matter what it is, I suggest you don''t do this."

    "Have you forgotten what the administrator said? He told us not to leave too far from the nursing home."

    "He''s just an NPC, do you listen to him?"

    "But he can kick us out of the game, and even confiscate our qualifications for testing." Gale reminded.

    Ample Time also reminded him from the side.

    "Yes, and I suspect that with the intelligence of the NPC in this game, there may be a hidden setting such as favorability. You can actually notice that its attitude towards each yer is not exactly the same. There must be some hidden algorithm."

    "Fine, I won''t try it."

    Hearing these words, the most disobedient Night Ten also became obedient.

    He had no other choice, these words were too lethal.

    Anyone with a discerning eye could see the value behind this game.

    Fully immersive virtual reality...

    Once this technology came out, it would have a disruptive impact on the entertainment methods of modern society - even the lifestyle!

    Even if people didn''t want to y games, who would mind having 12 to 8 more hours a day than others?

    ording to Brother Light in the group, the time spent in the game world was equivalent to sleeping in the real world.

    In other words, even if they stayed here all night, it would not affect their work the next day!

    It was really hard to imagine that the testing of such a game that was destined to be a sensation in the world was actually carried out in such a "sloppy" and even silent manner.

    Didn''t thispany need to make money?

    But in any case, since they had this opportunity, no one was willing to give up easily.

    Just when Night Ten dispelled the urge to explore the boundaries of the map and was about to continue cutting down trees obediently, a strong premonition of crisis suddenly enveloped his whole body.

    He felt chills moving down his spine fast, cold sweat oozing from his back.

    He didn''t know where the sense of crisis came from, but he seemed to foresee the fate of his tragic death¡ª¡ª

    His legs softened and he staggered backward, but it was this stagger that made him escape the dark shadow that fell from the sky.

    Pa!

    Sawdust sshed everywhere.

    A three and a half-foot wide w mark was printed on the trunk beside him!

    "Ka!" The thing howled like a ghost!

    The swooping creature missed its attack, and with the reverse thrust of the hitting pine tree, it fluttered its wings to gain altitude again, and disappeared into the treetops.

    Looking at the falling ck feathers, Night Ten, who had fallen on the ground, was stunned and touched his head subconsciously.

    ¡®What the heck?''

 Chapter 8: 8: You can actually eat food in this game!

    [Active substance extractor instruction manual:]

    [1. Active substances are the main raw materials for synthetic clones, including but not limited to: the minerals needed to form the human body, 20mon amino acids, 2 rare amino acids, etc. ]

    [2. Active substance extractor uses animal carcasses as raw materials. Among them, the Phylum Chordata Mammalia primates have the best extraction efficiency with an extraction efficiency of up to 90%, followed by non-primates, with the Invertebrate Phylum having the lowest extraction efficiency of less than 10%. ]

    [3. The extraction efficiency is also rted to the degree of spoge. ]

    As the task of recruiting yers waspleted, rewards and instructions arrived together.

    Inside shelter 404.

    Chu Guang looked at the instruction manual projected on his retina by the system, eyeing the block of iron that looked like a coffin beside the conveyor belt at the same time.

    ording to the instructions, this thing was a device used to produce "materials for synthetic clones" - that was, "active substances".

    In short, the function was simr to recovery using corpses?

    However, looking at the description in this manual, mutants'' bodies seemed to be within the scope of recovery.

    Knowing the usage of this thing roughly, Chu Guang dragged it into the elevator with a trolley picked up from outside, and followed the elevator back to the surface.

    He didn''t want to get bodies into the shelter.

    As for the power for it?.

    He would eventually find a way to get it.

    The elevator rose slowly, stopped steadily, and opened.

    As he pulled the trolley out of the elevator, Little Seven''s voice chimed from the building at almost the same time.

    "Master!"

    "What''s wrong?"

    "There is a situation... a big ck bird is attacking your yers on the north side of the nursing home!"

    A big ck bird?

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment. Then his face changed immediately, instantly dropping the trolley in his hand and hurried towards the outside of the nursing home.

    ...

    "Damn! Brother Night is really good."

    "He''s really good at rolling on the ground! Did you learn it from Dark Soul?"

    "Fu** off, I was attacked! Don''t just stand there! Hurry up and help me!"

    The woods north of the nursing home.

    A ck bird stood on a ten-meter-high tree branch, its sharp eyes locked on the yers on the ground.

    The bird''s legs were slightly bent, and itsrge wings were folded back, ready tounch at any time.

    After hearing the movement of Night Ten, the other three yers quickly put down their work and rushed over with their axes.

    Maybe it saw the crowd below, as the bird did not immediately start the second round of diving, but instead stopped in a ce out of the reach of everyone to wait for an opportunity.

    Gale leaned down, picked up a ck feather on the ground, and examined it.

    "It seems like it''s a crow."

    "A crow? This big?!" ncing at the scratch on the wood next to him, Night Ten stepped back as he spoke with lingering fear.

    "It should be a mutant... Mutants produced by gamma rays or other things as such. I have seen the settings on the official website." Ample Time stared at the bird cautiously, not daring to rx for a moment.

    Night Ten: "There are settings on the official website?! Isn''t it just an application page?"

    Gale: "That was a few days ago... The official website was updated yesterday with new features, haven''t you seen it?"

    "Let''s talk about thatter. What should we do now? We can''t just keep staring at it, right?" Night Ten took another step back nervously.

    Now the one closest to the bird became Gale.

    Four people and one bird were stuck in a stalemate.

    At this moment, a "swish" sound passed over the heads of the four of them, and mmed straight towards the bird.

    "Ka!"

    Although the stone did not hit it, it shocked the big bird. It flew up and jumped onto another branch.

    When it pped its wings and finally stabilized its figure on the branch, it saw the person on the ground picking up another stone again and throwing it towards itself.

    The bird was enraged.

    It was the first time it saw a guy who dared to attack it in its territory.

    Its bent legs suddenly exerted strength, leaping into the air from the tree branches like a cannonball that dived at Chu Guang.

    Sharp ws stretch forward like an open hook.

    However, it was an animal after all. Even if it grew another head, it would not be able to understand the slight sneer on the corner of Chu Guang''s mouth.

    Throwing away the stones in his hand, Chu Guang skillfully grasped the steel water pipe inserted on the ground and thrusted the sharp end forward fiercely.

    There was no time for the bird to dodge. Although it pped its wings in surprise the moment Chu Guang picked up the weapon it hadn''t seen before, it was almost impossible to stop its momentum.

    The water pipe was like a javelin, plunging into its chest fiercely.

    "Ka--!"

    A shrill scream echoed in the forest.

    Bloody feathers flew around in the air.

    Looking at the big bird struggling to fly away, Chu Guang silently stepped forward and picked up the bloody water pipe from the ground.

    "This is not a crow."

    "Its scientific name is Falcon... probably from two hundred years ago."

    The four yers stared at him dumbfounded, and were stunned by this smooth movement.

    Dang!

    So strong!

    However, they didn''t know that for the majority of survivors who could walk alone on the wastnd, this level of skill was nothing more than a basic ability.

    In the past five months, Chu Guang learned nothing but how to throw a javelin. He could hit anywhere within 10 meters.

    Otherwise, he wouldn''t have had a chance to stand here and show off his skill.

    "Falcon?! Are falcons always this big?" Gale was surprised. This subverted his perception of birds.

    Ample Time swallowed.

    "Because of gamma rays?"

    "It''s not just gamma rays. Viruses, bacteria, gic weapons... all kinds of factors have contributed to everything we see today. Of course, mutants are just one of the threats we face. In some cases, people are even more dangerous than them."

    Chu Guang looked up at the pine tree in front of the four yers, and then said.

    "The falcon just now probably made a nest on this tree. It''s no wonder that it wanted to attack you even if it was outnumbered."

    Generally speaking, birds seldom actively provoked terrestrial creatures that wererger than themselves. Their diet was mainly based on mutant cockroaches, mice, and squirrels.

    Although the bird flew away, it didn''t fly far, and it was probably waiting to die on a nearby tree.

    Although the prating power of this sharp-pointed metal water pipe was not strong, the hollow inside was a natural filler. As long as the bird was wounded, it would definitely die.

    Let alone a bird, even if a person was stabbed by it, it would be difficult to suture the wound.

    Night Ten lowered his head in shame.

    "Sorry... I only focused on cutting wood. I didn''t notice it."

    "Don''t be sorry," Chu Guang looked up, "Bird eggs are a good thing."

    There would be a delicious meal today.

    ...

    Chu Guang''s judgment was quickly verified.

    Under a crooked tree, he found the dead ck bird.

    After bleeding it with a dagger and peeling off its feathers, Chu Guang threw it into an iron pan and put it on a stove made of bricks. He stuffed dry branches and dead leaves under the stove and lit the match he bought before.

    Before the water boiled, Chu Guang took the nched bird out of the pan, skewered it with steel bars, and grilled it directly on the fire with eggs.

    There was no salt or spices.

    But even so, it was much better than green wheat paste.

    "This thing... Can it be eaten?"

    Looking at the "mutant" on the iron grill, Night Ten instinctively disliked it, but couldn''t help but swallow after he smelt the meaty aroma.

    ¡®You can actually eat food in this game!''

    This was definitely an unexpected surprise for foodies.

    It also made him instantly feel that the hard work of this morning was worth it.

    "You can eat it when it is cooked, and I will tell you what can''t be eaten." Chu Guang slowly turned the grill to let all sides of the food fully heat up.

    There were not many opportunities to eat game in the wastnd.

    Even if he could catch edible game like this asionally, it would quickly spoil due tock of preservation methods.

    Here, salt was a scarcer resource than electricity.

    Especially for survivors living in ind cities like Qingquan City, it was not realistic to use a lot of salt to pickle food.

    As for something like a refrigerator, Chu Guang heard that there was one in the town mayor''s castle, but Chu Guang had only heard of it, and had not really seen it.

    Of course, the survivors also had some other methods.

    For example, Mr. Brown''s farm, the survivor''s stronghold near them, produced a tobo leaf rich in aromaticpounds such as tar and aldol, which could extend the shelf life of food for several months even if it was smoked without salt.

    "Administrator, may I ask how much wood we need?"

    Waiting for the food to be cooked was a torment.

    In order to divert attention from food, Ample Time took the initiative to ask a question.

    Upon hearing this question, Chu Guang replied casually.

    "As much as possible."

    The yers looked at each other, showing little enthusiasm.

    Chu Guang didn''t pay much attention at first, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

    They were "yers", that was, "outsiders".

    Unlike him who hade to this world long ago, they could leave at any time, and there was no urgency to survive.

    Even if he told them the importance of storing wood, they would never really understand what this sentence meant.

    The yer''s identity determined that they thought differently from his perspective. Even if they didn''t mind working for him, it was difficult for them to continue to work for him when they were not rewarded.

    Since he gave them tasks, naturally, there must be rewards.

    "Let me think..."

    Chu Guang touched his chin, lost in thought.

    Suddenly, he thought of an idea.

    "At four o''clock in the afternoon, let''s count today''s results."

    "If a tree is as thick as an arm, for every meter, it will be counted as 1 point contribution. If it is as thick as a thigh, every meter will be counted as 2 points¡ª"

    However, what Chu Guang didn''t expect was that before his voice fell, the four unenthusiastic yers holding the bowl stood up all of sudden.

    "Administrator, I suddenly feel not very hungry."

    "Me too."

    "Anyway, it''ll be a while before the meal starts, so I''ll go and chop down two more trees!"

    "I suddenly want to chop something!"

    Chu Guang: "......?"

    He hadn''t even said what these contribution points could be used for

 Chapter 9: 9: Gene Sequence and Player Level

    The amount of workpleted in the afternoon was almost three times that of the morning.

    A total of fifty pieces of wood of various thicknesses were pulled to the walls of the nursing home by the yers using ropes and trolleys.

    To be honest, the performance of these yers was beyond Chu Guang''s expectations.

    Each piece of wood was between 10 to 8 meters in length, and more than half of them were as thick as a human thigh.

    Chu Guang counted a total of 2,000 contribution points.

    Among them, Old White had the most achievements, and he obtained 800 points just by himself alone. Gale was probably the worst. The clone of this guy was not good at physical activity, having the physique of ordinary people. He earned only 300 points after working for the whole day.

    As for the use of this point?

    Chu Guang hadn''t thought about it yet.

    The shelter was currently dirt poor; he only had two lollipops in his pocket. Thepressed cookie he possessed had already been eaten by him.

    After thinking about it, he only told the yers that in addition to waiting three days for resurrection, they also had to spend resurrection coins.

    Furthermore, resurrection coins needed to be purchased with contribution points.

    Although the "purchasing power" of contribution points was weak, the yers didn''t seem to care too much.

    After all, it was currently in the closed beta stage, and it was understandable that there weren''t that many in-game items. As long as their data would not be removed after the game was released, you could always find a ce to spend those points in the future.

    In addition, the contribution point was just a number. For the time being, it could only be checked on the official website after yers went offline.

    Although Chu Guang also wanted to learn from Boulder City and get some tangible coins out, the conditions of the shelter were so poor that even the materials for the "coins" were unavable.

    He couldn''t give the yers chips.

    Although chips were hard currency in Qingquan City, he only had a few left.

    Moreover, it was useless to directly issue chips to them, as it was impossible for yers to go to the survivor stronghold to trade on their own.

    Chu Guang couldmunicate with the survivors because he had thenguage of this world in his head.

    The clones used by the yers were nothing but a nk sheet of paper, they didn''t even have any consciousness, so naturally, there was nothing yers could inherit from them.

    Thenguage used by the survivors in Qingquan City was themonnguage of the Federation of People.

    Thisnguage waspletely different from thenguages of any country or nation in the modern world. At most, it was only slightly simr to Chinese in grammar and pronunciation.

    In the future, Chu Guang would consider developing a set of trantion tools to solve the problem ofmunication between yers and "NPCs", and along the way, redesign the distribution and economic system.

    But not now.

    ...

    After counting the results of today''s work, it was already veryte.

    Chu Guang raised his head, ncing at the setting sun on the horizon, then squinted his eyes slightly.

    Night was falling.

    "Administrator, I found that our outpost has no electricity," Ample Time walked forward and said, "Why don''t we get a generator?"

    This was a good question.

    It was a pity that Chu Guang couldn''t do anything about it.

    "We don''t have any additional generators," Chu Guang looked at him, "Which one of you knows how to make one? Or do any of you have electrician-rted skills?"

    The yers looked at each other.

    "Can''t we just pull a wire from the underground?" Night Ten asked a very stupid question.

    "Such a long wire would not be there, and the energy in the shelter is not unlimited. Even if it can be used in the short term, the long-term problem will not be solved, and can even leave greater hidden dangers."

    At this point, Chu Guang paused.

    "It''ste, we should go back."

    Going back meant "logging out" for the yers.

    Although it was notpletely dark yet, it was already five o''clock in the afternoon, and it was going to be morning in the Country Hua on the parallel world.

    Unknowingly, the yers had been in the game world for so long. When they suddenly realised it, they all had expressions of wanting to continue ying.

    They felt that there were still many ces worth exploring in this world.

    But they still needed to work during the day, and it was impossible to stay here forever.

    ...

    Inside shelter 404.

    Looking at the yers lying down in the culture chamber, Chu Guang wondered if he should also try to recruit some idlers who did not work during the day.

    Or yers in other time zones.

    Otherwise, there would only be one person left in the huge outpost, which was not suitable from a security point of view.

    "I think I will continue to sleep in the shelter today."

    Unless it was necessary, he really didn''t want to go back to his "doghouse" on Bett Street.

    Just when Chu Guang was thinking about what to do, Little Seven came to him.

    "Master."

    "What''s wrong?"

    "The physical examination report of the clones have been updated. Would you like to see themt?"

    Chu Guang hesitated slightly.

    "¡­¡­ Physical examination report?"

    "Mhm! Every time the yer logs out normally, the culture chamber will scan the clones in the chamber, record the body function of the clones, and extract a certain number of embryonic stem cells for backup, and record the progress of the gic sequence development¡ª¡ª"

    "Wait, what is the gic sequence?"

    Hearing these unfamiliar words, Chu Guang felt that he had missed some key information.

    Faced with the administrator''s question, Little Seven answered.

    "Did you not find that the clones used by each yer are synthesized from different DNA, and that the gic sequence is the number of the different DNA?"

    Chu Guang immediately asked: "Then what is the development progress?"

    "The DNA of each sequence is carefully designed, but unfortunately, we have not fully grasped the mystery of life."

    "Not all the traits of gic information have been fully expressed. It''s like how the children of athletes are more likely to be athletes, but they are not born athletes."

    "The so-called development progress refers to the degree of dominant expression of special segments in the gene sequence, which is usually expressed in percentage."

    "For example, if the development progress reaches 100%, the performance of the living body will be infinitely close to the limit of the designed gene, reaching the most perfect state... But it is almost impossible."

    "At present, the development progress of the four gene sequences we have activated is between 0 and 1%. ording to research, as long as we continuously stimte our survival instinct and exercise our body, we can increase this value."

    If the "gene sequence" was understood as a ss , the "development progress" was probably simr to a level.

    Gene sequences that focused on strength enhancement were like the "barbarians" in the DND. They were inherently stronger and tended to improve their strength attributes.

    For example, "White_horse_passing_a_crevice".

    The other yers were quite normal, but he had a lot of body hair and a muscr body, obviously unlike a normal person.

    Goodness.

    These clones - oh no, yers could actually level up!

    And there was actually a talent setting!

    Such an awesome thing, but he''s just learned about it now.

    Looking at Little Seven who was exining nonchntly, Chu Guang couldn''t help but say.

    "Why didn''t you tell me such an important thing before???"

    Little Seven said sadly, "Didn''t you tell me not to speak all of sudden? I was going to tell you from the beginning."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    This robot¡­¡­

    It definitely did it deliberately!

 Chapter 10: This game is awesome!

    "Brothers, even if I am dead and nailed in the coffin, I will still shout with an unwavering voice that this game is simply awesome!!!"

    "I won''t say much, but if this game doesn''t be popr, I will sh*t while standing on my hands!"

    Early in the morning, the group owner "White_horse_passing_a_crevice" appeared in the Bull and Horse Club. This unpredictable speech caused many lurkers toe online.

    Quit_smoking: "Dman. The group owner is still alive?"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Are you joking?"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "I haven''t seen you and administrators all night, I thought you were arrested for doing bad things. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    No_one_understands_love: "What game?"

    "Confused.JPG"

    After a while, the administrator "There_will_be_ample_time" also appeared.

    "It''s the virtual reality game that Brother Light sent to the group a few days ago."

    Quit_smoking: "Damn, you guys have already yed it?! Really?! Are you not lying to me?!"

    There_will_be_ample_time: "Why do I want to lie to you."

    Unfortunately, the device did not support in-game screenshots.

    Otherwise, he would''ve directly uploaded the screenshots.

    Quit_smoking: "Then hurry up and tell us, what exactly is a fully immersive virtual reality game like? Which VR device can y it?"

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: "VR? Haha, that kind of head-mounted screen is notparable with Wastnd Online''s game helmet. ?"

    Quit_smoking: "What do you mean? Are you saying that Wastnd Online can be yed without VR sses?"

    There_will_be_ample_time: "You ignorant fool. They use game helmets. Emmmm... How do I exin it, have you seen Sword Art Online? It''s close to that kind of thing."

    Quit_smoking: "Fuck me?!"

    No_one_understands_love: "Head-mounted microwave oven?! Seriously!"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Who are you trying to fool? Sword Art Online... I have never heard of such an awesome technology!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Yes!"

    Most people didn''t believe it.

    This sounded ridiculous!

    Logically speaking, when an unprecedented technologyes out, there must be a process from new to robust. This process could be very short, but it was a must.

    Ample Time understood their feelings deep down.

    After all, he had also experienced their current stage before, feeling that the so-called immersive virtual reality game was just a joke made by a troll.

    However--

    This was indeed true.

    There_will_be_ample_time: "The device does not support taking pictures. I really can''t prove it. I can only say that it is up to you whether you believe it or not. But after experiencing it for so long, I have summarized some information about this game."

    Quit_smoking: "Good brother! Hurry up and tell me about it!"

    There_will_be_ample_time: "Group owner, please mute the whole group, as my typing speed is very slow."

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: "Okay!"

    As one of the top 200 yers in PUBG Asian server, and one of the best League of Legends yers, [There_will_be_ample_time]''s talent for games could be seen by everyone in the group.

    In terms of game reviews, he also had the most say.

    This man, as if he didn''t have to go to work, yed games every day.

    He could be seen not only in multiyer online games, but also in the list of speedrunmunities.

    There were many phenomenal masterpieces among them, and even many old brothers in the group had used his hand-made strategies.

    It could be said that he was a full time game yer.

    Therefore, regardless of whether or not people believed in the setting of "the fully immersive virtual online game", and whether it was a yer who had obtained the qualification for the closed beta or not, almost everyone was curiously waiting for his message.

    "Let''s talk about the background of the game first."

    "The background is actually nothing special, the orthodox post-apocalyptic setting + wastnd punk style. The story is set in a fictional world that was destroyed by a nuclear war two hundred years ago, and the yers are residents of a shelter who are going back to the surface."

    "At present, we - that is, the closed beta yers, are going to the surface to build outposts as the vanguard. We haven''t officially entered the main storyline. More clues may have to wait for the closed beta or even the open beta to be unlocked. So I won''t skip this."

    "Then the realism of the game!"

    "It is not an exaggeration to say that this gamepletely annihtes any games I have seen in terms of realism, and it is foreseeable that even if it is another fifty years, it is still impossible to surpass this game in terms of realism! As for why I say this, because this game is simply the wastnd DLC of our world!"

    "Whether it is the light and shadow effect, the interaction of the five senses, or even the texture of the touch object... Everything will make you believe that this is the real world. This immersive experience has undoubtedly reached one hundred percent. Yes, that''s ONE HUNDRED PERCENT! At least, I didn''t find any obvious bugs or ws."

    "And then there are the degrees of freedom."

    "As a sandbox game, you can interact with almost everything you touch in the game. This interaction is not just limited to pure object collision, but also the flexibility to change their position by subjective will, even morph their shape or state within the limits of physical rules."

    "I know what you are thinking of. Minecraft or The Forest, right? But it ispletely different. It is a sandbox in the true sense, not a building block of pixels and textures! For this alone, it is definitely worth it for sandbox enthusiasts to buy this game!"

    "Then the most critical content!"

    "First of all, no matter whether the yer or the monster, there is no HP bar and MP bar setting, and there is no visual attribute panel, at least not in the beta stage."

    "However, in actual games, the initial attributes of different yers are different. For example, some yers have stronger power, while some have higher perception, agility, or other hidden attributes that have not yet been discovered. I guess after the closed beta version, there should be a ss system and a weapon system, allowing yers to develop their own gamey based on their attributes and talents."

    "Nextes NPC. At the current stage of closed beta testing, there are only two NPCs in the game, one of which is the administrator code-named ''Dawn''. The other is his assistant, named Little Seven, which is a robot!"

    "What is certain at present is that both NPCs have a high degree of intelligence and canmunicate and interact with the yers normally. I''m guessing there should be a hidden favorability setting, but this is just my personal theory, and one I haven''t confirmed yet."

    "In addition, what makes me more concerned about the pain settings is the pain. Although it is a 100% realistic game, it is not good to make it too real in some ces, especially because I am more afraid of pain. But the design of this game is very human. Although the sensation of pain exists along with touch, there is a protection threshold."

    "For example, I tried to cut my arm with a stone, but it didn''t produce pain. On the contrary, it hurt a bit when I pinched myself. I think the game should have some kind of protection mechanism, so that the ''excessive'' pain cannot be captured by the brain''s nerves¡­ Of course, it may also be the body''s own self-protection mechanism. It''s like we can feel pain in a dream, but it will not exceed the tolerance limit."

    "In fact, I think the game devs should give more freedom to yers, such as allowing yers to adjust the level of pain themselves. Personally, I am very satisfied with the current five senses immersion and pain shielding, but there are definitely yers who would like to adjust the level of pain freely.?"

    "As for the game''s respawning mechanism, I haven''t tried it yet, but I heard that every death will cause yers to lose certain contribution points, and the respawning CD willst up to 3 days! Contribution points are actually easy to get. You can earn it by doing the task, but the penalty time is too long. Anyway, I don''t want to try it at the moment. If you are interested, you can try it yourself. Maybe you can unlock a different gamey."

    "Finally, I want to roast the devs. Why are the characters all men? Who wants to see the body of big men!!! Strongly request that the game officially allow yers to set their own gender!"

    As "There_will_be_ample_time" eloquently wrote one or two thousand words, more and more people in the group began toe online.

    This included the man behind the scenes - Light.

    Just now, Chu Guang was looking at the medical examination report scanned by the culture chamber. He didn''t pay attention to the news in the group. As a result, when he logged into theputer in the residents'' hall he was surprised to see that the guy had actually written so many words.

    But then again, this old brother named "There_will_be_ample_time" had a good summary. Basically, he had said everything he wanted to say, even taking into ount what he didn''t think about.

    The group was then unmuted.

    Messages instantly flooded the chat window.

    "Awsome!"

    "If this game is really this great, then I will buy ten copies!"

    "I do not believe."

    "Don''t believe it +1! Unless you give me a qualification for a closed beta!"

    Although there were still many group members who didn''t believe that there was such a great game, at least a dozen people had changed their minds.

    As for why Chu Guang knew, because he could see the numbers on the backend of the official website.

    At the moment when "There_will_be_ample_time" was sending messages, the number of applications had jumped from 11 to 25.

    Light: "I was working just now and I didn''t pay attention to the group. What older brother There_will_be_ample_time said is basically correct. I will now add a few words."

    Quit_smoking: "Damn! Brother Light!!!"

    (The group has been muted.)

    (Light was appointed as the administrator of the group.)

    Huh?

    Be an administrator?

    Chu Guang was slightly surprised, but didn''t keep it in mind, and continued typing.

    "First of all, it''s about yer characters and attributes. Indeed, as brother There_will_be_ample_time said, the game does have character attributes and level settings, and each yer''s initial talent is different. This can be viewed at the respawning point - the culture chamber where the yer wakes up in or the official website.."

    "The death penalty is not just 3 days of reaspawning CDs and deduction of contribution points, but also part of the progress before saving will also be lost. The saving method is to lie in the culture chamber to receive scans and somatic cell sampling, which takes about 1 to 2 hours. This process will happen automatically after the yer goes offline."

    "We expect to install a faster attribute query mechanism before the second closed beta stage, so that yers can check the status of the character in real time and enrich the gaming experience."

    "As for customizing the appearance and gender of the character... I''m sorry, but this can''t be done."

    "Just like how reincarnation can''t be determined, the body in-game is determined by pre-loaded DNA. If you are not satisfied with the appearance of the character, you can consider cosmetic surgery or even prosthetic transformation. This feature will be added in theter game. "

    "In addition, starting from the Alpha test, yers can set their own preferences for the five attributes of strength, agility, physique, perception, and intelligence on the application page through questionnaire surveys."

    "If you choose strength, you have a higher probability of obtaining the strength system talent, the initial character having a higher physical strength. If you have no preference, you can also choose a bnced type."

    "As for gender, the gender of the character and the yer''s gender are the same, and yers cannot set it freely. This is mainly due to safety considerations. Differences in physiological structures can lead to coordination problems. At the same time, the resulting risk of gender cognition disorder and public opinion is also something we don''t want to deal with."

    In fact, this was not set by Chu Guang.

    It was the original setting of the system.

    There seemed to be a veryplicated technical problem. Chu Guang didn''t understand the principle, only knew that this was the case.

    There_will_be_ample_time: "No! Please don''t. I am already an adult, I can sign a risk awareness contract!!! Q.Q"

    (The group administrator "There_will_be_ample_time" has been muted by the group owner for 10 minutes.)

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: "Don''t interrupt!"

    Level_8_Gale: "Yes, yes."

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: "Please shut up first."

    Chu Guang was amused in his heart, but didn''t stop, and continued to type.

    "The above are the results I got from the discussion during a meeting just now. In addition, in the next phase of testing, we will add a ''Favorability'' system."

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: "Favorability?! What do you mean? Can we have sex with NPCs?!"

    (The group administrator "Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night" has been muted by the group owner for 10 minutes.)

    My goodness.

    This Old White was really selfless, muting without saying anything.

    It saved him a lot of time.

    Chu Guang continued to type the following words seriously.

    "Don''t think about sex all the day. Favorability means the NPC''s evaluation of the yer."

    "The main premise is that the yer''s behavior will affect the NPC''s view of the yer. Especially for some key NPCs, when their favorability is high enough, not only can you get extra rewards, but it may even trigger hidden tasks and unlock hidden ss routes!"

    Hidden task!

    Hidden ss!

    Seeing these simple words, the eyes of the four closed beta yers in front of the screen widened in shock.

    There was even a fire emerging in their hearts.

    Damn, this was to encourage them to be bootlickers!

    But--

    They liked it!

    So what if they were bootlickers?

    As long as they were not bootlickers in reality!

    Not to mention that they were just licking the boots of NPCs and artificial intelligence. Moreover, they would get a reward after licking it.

    Not too shabby!

    Chu Guang thought for a while, but there was nothing else to add.

    Shelter was too poor at the moment. Apart from a bunch of freebor, he had nothing else. So he could only give yers empty promises.

    "Do you have any questions you''d like to ask? Or some suggestions?" Chu Guang wanted to know if the yers themselves had any better ideas.

    He was a very open-minded person.

    If conditions permitted it, he would consider adopting it. If conditions did not permit it, he could still give them empty promises and tell them that he would implement it in the future.

    Level_8_Gale: "Yes! What exactly is that contribution point? Is it currency? Or is it simr to experience?"

    Sure enough, they asked about this.

    Chu Guang thought for a while and typed in reply.

    "The game''s economic system is still being designed. Our goal is to create apletely real economic system from production to cirction, so that both professional yers andbat yers can fully experience the fun of the game."

    "As for contribution points, you can take it as a special currency in the testing phase, which is mainly used to test the current mission system."

    "In addition to buying respawn coins, our nning team is also considering introducing some special rewards that can only be redeemed by contribution points, as a gift to closed beta yers."

    Anyway, it was just an empty promise.

    As for the reward itself, Chu Guang hasn''t decided yet, as it depended on what good things he would get from the system.

    However, in the eyes of yers, this sentence had apletely different meaning.

    Could only be redeemed with contribution points? !

    That was to say--Closed beta limited rewards!

    The four yers who had obtained the qualification for the closed beta were smiling from ear to ear.

    Those yers who had already made an appointment on the official website but had not yet obtained the qualification for the beta test became eager to try it.

    As for the people who did not believe in pletely immersive virtual reality games" from the beginning, they naturally would not change their minds just because of his words.

    But,

    It did not matter.

    As long as some people believed it.

    "It''s gettingte. I had a night shift, so I have to go to sleep. By the way, that ''Ample Time'', your guide is well written, why not post it on the official website? Now that the official website has opened the forum, you can register an ount and post on it. Mods of the forum will pin the post when they see it."

    This mod was naturally Chu Guang himself.

    At present, he was the only employee in the entirepany. He was both an NPC and a game dev, and now he was also a part-time mod of the official website forum.

    "OK! I''m going now!" Ample Time, who had already been unmuted, left with this sentence, and went to copy his chat history.

    The group owner unmuted the group.

    The messages in the group chat burst like a mountain torrent flooding a bank.

    Chu Guang saw that many people sent him a friend request, some of whom wanted to buy the close beta qualification, some wanted to ask him about game information, and some even asked him how to make games.

    He couldn''t answer all of them, so he simply went offline without answering a single one.

    Looking at the four physical examination reports on theputer, Chu Guang suddenly thought and asked.

    "Little Seven."

    "What''s wrong, master?"

    "You said... Since yers can use the culture chamber, can I also move through the clones in the culture chamber?"

    "Emmm... I don''t know."

    "What do you mean I don''t know???"

    "Because I am just your assistant, you basically know all the information I know. There is no record of you using the culture chamber, maybe... thest administrator didn''t design the culture chamber to be used by you?"

    Chu Guang originally wanted to ask why, but suddenly fell silent again.

    In fact, the reason for this was not hard to guess.

    Assuming that this shelter could withstand a strategic nuclear strike, then there would be no other means to forcibly invade this shelter on this wastnd.

    Even if he encountered an ident, for it, it was nothing more than staying dormant for a while, and waiting for the arrival of the next administrator.

    Seeing Chu Guang fall silent, Little Seven asked in concern.

    "Master?"

    "Nothing."

    After returning to his senses, Chu Guang continued to look at the medical examination report on theputer screen.

    Perhaps it was for the convenience of yers to understand, or maybe it was the mischief of the first administrator, but more than 120plex physical function data were re-aggregated and summarized into five concise numbers.

    That was, strength, agility, physique, perception, and intelligence.

    Strength represented the strength of body tissues such as muscles and bones, and represented the yer''s basic weight, melee damage, and weapon throw distance.

    Agility corresponded to the reflex nerve, which corrted the yer''s reaction speed, movement coordination ability and many other physical data. The quick summary was that yers with higher agility were more agile in battle and easier to actively dodge attacks.

    The physique corresponded to the yer''s vitality and resilience, which was mainly reflected in the recovery of loss of health, and the resistance to some abnormal states and immunity, etc.

    Intelligence was not the same as IQ or logical thinking ability. It mainly affected the character''s learning ability and the speed of mental recovery, and at the same time affected the yer''spatibility with neural ess devices. Specifically, a character with high intelligence could operate more neural ess devices at the same time.

    Perception meant intuition and insight. Characters with higher perception were more sensitive to crisis intuition and were more likely to find hidden clues and traps.

    It was also the most mysterious one!

    The benchmark value of all attributes was 5, which floated within a range of ¡À2 depending on the gic sequence and physical condition.

    Although he did not have his own culture chamber, Chu Guang found spare medical equipment on the B1 floor of the shelter.

    As he guessed.

    He also held a special gic sequence that could be detected and scanned by the medical examination equipment.

    It was just a pity that there was no relevant information about this gic sequence in the database, as it seemed to exist outside of the n.

    To exin in terms of games, this was a path that "game publishers" had never envisaged.

    And this also meant that no one knew what would happen and where it would lead if he continued to go down this road.

    Realizing this, Chu Guang felt a little uneasy in his heart.

    But what he felt more was excitement.

    Maybe he had the word adventure inscribed in his bones.

    He wanted to go his own way more than to go step by step along the path others imagined.

    Based on the results of the physical examination and the attribute conversion form left by the first administrator, Chu Guang made his own attribute panel, and based on this as a blueprint, he also made a copy for four closed beta yers.

    [ID: Chu Guang

    Gic Sequence: Administrator

    Level: LV.5

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 8

    Agility: 6

    Physique: 6

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 6]

    "The five sets of data are basically one level stronger than the yers."

    Level 5 means that the development progress of gic sequence is 5%? It seems that the effort he spent in the past five months did not go wasted.

    The development progress of the other four closed beta yers was 0.

    But it was not exactly 0.

    For example, "White_horse_passing_a_crevice".

    His gic sequence was the "strength type". Through frequent use of brute force, that was, cutting trees, his development progress had increased by 0.3% in one day, while the other three closed beta yers had only increased by about 0.1%.

    If he continues to cut trees in the next two days, Old White may be the first yer to break through level 0 and advance to LV1.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang made up his mind in his heart.

    ¡®Sure enough, I have to ask them to do more work.''

    ¡®This is also for their own good!''

 Chapter 11: Daily Missions

    "Generator? Why are you asking about that thing?"

    In the modern world, Jinling University canteen.

    Looking at Professor Yan Feng who was sitting across the dining table asking questions sincerely, Professor Wang Haiyang''s chopsticks stopped mid-air.

    He didn''t know much about Professor Yan except that he was in the physics department, and that he was about the same age as him, both around 30 years old.

    He couldn''t remember when he added his WeChat, and he had never chatted with him after adding him. He belonged to the Engineering Management department, and there was nothing inmon with their work.

    But just today, he suddenly received an invitation from Professor Yan, and had an appointment for lunch in the canteen with him, saying that there was something he wanted to ask him.

    To be honest, he thought Professor Wang wanted to ask him about teaching, but after meeting him, he did not expect him to ask such a strange question.

    The topic continued in an atmosphere of small talk.

    Yan Feng exined.

    "... I recently read a novel with a post-apocalyptic theme. I want to know, if a simr situation does happen, how can survivors solve the power problem?"

    "Why do you take the things in the novel seriously? You can just wait for the author to answer your questions," Professor Wang Haiyang couldn''t help but say with a smile, "but your question is quite interesting, the post-apocalyptic theme... It depends on the type of the post-apocalyptic world, and how many days it has been after the apocalyptic event."

    He also liked to read novels, but he only read cultivation novels, rarely reading the post-apocalyptic genre.

    Speaking of which, he really didn''t expect that one day he would discuss the content of a novel with his colleagues in the university in such a serious manner.

    "In terms of setting, it is two hundred years after the nuclear war."

    "Two hundred years? Nuclear war?" Professor Wang Haiyang was stunned and hesitated, "That might be a bit troublesome. Unprotected electronic equipment will be damaged by electromaic pulses generated by nuclear explosions. The more sophisticated the instrument, the lesser the chances of it surviving. "

    "Is there a way?" Yan Feng frowned.

    "Yes, there are multiple ways you can go about this, in fact. For example, you can find spare diesel generators in general buildingplexes or restaurants. This is not very sophisticated equipment, but if it has been two hundred years... Probably most of the generators would''ve already been taken away by other people. Even if you are able to find one, without proper maintenance, most likely the parts inside would have aged already. Moreover, fuel is also a problem. It has been two hundred years...you won''t be able to find gasoline in the gas station."

    Wang Haiyang stroked his chin, thought for a moment and continued.

    "But it''s notpletely without other methods."

    "What other method?" Yan Feng asked immediately.

    "Generally speaking, every car has a recyble generator. As long as you can get the rotor spinning, it can generate a stable 12V direct current. For small-scale power generation, such as lighting, 12V voltage is also sufficient. If you can find an inverter, it wouldn''t be impossible to convert DC power into 240V AC power... I mean, is it necessary to take notes?"

    Looking at Yan Feng who took out a small notebook and took notes seriously, Wang Haiyang looked dazed.

    ¡®It''s just a novel, does he have to be this serious?''

    Pushing up his sses, Yan Feng said nonchntly.

    "Don''t mind me, please continue."

    Wang Haiyang: "..."

    In the past, he had always heard other people say that the people in the physics department were all freaks, but he thought it was a stereotype.

    Now, he was a little more convinced.

    ...

    Wastnd.

    Shelter 404.

    Chu Guang slept on the floor in the residents'' hall. He woke up at four o''clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw the pop-up window.

    [Congrattions, you have unlocked the achievement "Novice Guide" (the yer has been online for more than 8 hours on the first day after logging in)]

    [Reward: +10 bonus points]

    ¡®There is actually such a good thing?''

    Now he could draw the blind box again.

    Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Chu Guang opened the system and selected the [Administrator Allowance] sub-page in the interface.

    After hesitating between the primary blind box worth 1 reward point and the intermediate blind box worthed 10 reward points, Chu Guang finally put all the "chips" on the buttons of the intermediate blind box, and prayed silently in his heart.

    ¡®I beg you.''

    ¡®Don''t give me useless things!''

    The azure light flickered.

    Under Chu Guang''s tense gaze, the alloy door on the wall of the residents'' hall opened, and a stic-encapsted syringe appeared on the tform.[Muscle Cell Strengthening Injectant. (Permanently increase muscle strength in a small amount. Use interval: 24 hours. Effect will decrease after repeated use.)]

    "Permanently increase muscle strength?"

    ¡®This is a good thing!''

    Chu Guang did not hesitate. He immediately tore open the outer packaging and took off the needle cap. However, unexpectedly, he did not see the needle.

    ¡®How do I use this stuff?''

    After pausing for a bit, Chu Guang put the front end of the syringe tube on his arm and pressed the suspected switch button at the end. He suddenly felt his arm get stung by something, and then...

    There was nothing after that.

    "This is it?"

    Chu Guang was a little dumbfounded. He shook his arm, but didn''t feel any obvious changes in his body.

    ¡®Is it expired?''

    After all, it was something from two hundred years ago...

    Out of caution, Chu Guang still performed an individual check on himself.

    When he got the check''s result, the confusion in his heart finally settled down.

    [

    ID: Chu Guang

    Gic sequence: administrator

    Grade: LV.5

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 9

    Agility: 6

    Physique: 7

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 6

    ]

    "The progress of gene development has not changed, strength and physique have increased by 1 point¡­ Not bad."

    Under normal circumstances, if a 20-year-old adult male did not receive special training, his strength and physique were usually 5 points, the number 5 was also the benchmark value for various attributes.

    In other words, the strength and physique of this one point was equivalent to 20% of the physical power of a normal adult male.

    Chu Guang was now only 1 strength attribute point away from having twice the strength of a normal adult male.

    Looking at the updated attribute panel, Chu Guang debated doing a few push-ups to try his new strength, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that a new mission was updated in the [administrator log].

    After opening it, Chu Guang was taken aback.

    Goodness.

    Before going to bed yesterday, there was only one unfinished side mission left, but the number of unfinished missions today became 20+!

    The types of missions also varied.

    They ranged from "hunting a mutant", "hoarding 5 tons of wood", "hoarding 100L of fresh water" and other not-so-difficult missions, to "repairing the exterior wall of the nursing home" and "repairing the wall on the second floor of the nursing home". Thosetter missions were very troublesome at a nce.

    The rewards also ranged from 1 point, the lowest, to 10 points, the highest.

    These missions had a unifiedbel-"daily".

    "What does daily mean? Does it refresh every day?" Chu Guang couldn''t help but feel confused.

    However, no one could answer his confusion.

    Shelter System couldn''t speak. Little Seven was guarding the nursing home outside, and he was the only one in this shelter.

    Chu Guang calcted silently in his heart. If he could finish all these 20 missions, he would get a total of 150 reward points.

    Of course, at least three-quarters of the reward points were not so easy to get, that is, the ones he couldn''t get in a day or two.

    Chu Guang was lost in thought.

    If these missions were all done by himself, it would definitely be exhausting. But if he left it to the yers to do it, it seemed that he only needed to pay a few "contribution points".

    Thinking of this, his thoughts became clear instantly.

    There was a marker in the drawer of theputer desk.

    Holding the pen, Chu Guang took the elevator to the surface without saying a word. After searching in the nursing home, he found a stic board that had not been picked up and burned by the scavengers.

    Brushing the dust off the stic board, Chu Guang took a marker and drew two lines on it, wiped it off, then nodded in satisfaction.

    "Good."

    ¡®Erasable and writable.''

    ¡®I will use this!''

    After spending some time, Chu Guang picked a few missions that could bepleted by the yers from the [administrator log] and wrote them on the stic board.

    [Collect wood (requirement: can be used as building materials): 1 contribution point per meter. ]

    [Look for a water storage container (Material: stic, metal. Shape: bucket, pot. Requirements: the bigger the better!): 1-10 contribution points. ]

    [Search for recyble waste: 1~? contribution points. ]

    [...]

    "That''s it!"

    He took a look at the time, seeing it was 4:30 in the morning, and that there was still an hour and a half left before the agreed login time.

    Chu Guang didn''t stay idle. He went back to the shelter, turned on theputer and checked the backend of the official website, finding that the number of applications had actually increased by 10pared tost night.

    Now there were 35 people.

    It seemed that the discussion in the group yesterday had a certain drainage effect, and ten more new yers applied for the test.

    However, Chu Guang determined that the number of potential yers in "Bull and Horse Club" seemed to reach the limit.

    After all, this was just a game group with hundreds of people. The number of active users could be counted with one hand. Maybe these 35 people were the only active people in the group.

    "Should I consider changing to another promotion method?"

    Advertising was not realistic. The official website of Wastnd Online was not registered in any country, and even the server may not be on the earth as well.

    And there was another problem here.

    Once there wasrger traffic, a sizable number of "low-quality users" would inevitably flow in, that was, online trolls.

    These people may just click yes for fun, or they may have identally ordered them.

    Recruiting such yers would only be a hassle.

    "The requirement for bing a close beta yer must be raised¡­"

    Chu Guang thought in his heart.

    ¡®Later, I need to let Little Seven change the official website again. For instance, adjusting the application options from the first page to the second page, having yers need to register an ount, and filling in the phone number and delivery address to apply.''

    ¡®Although this Shelter System does not seem to require yers to fill in the delivery address, this can at least screen out some weak-willed yers and trolling yers.''

    ¡®What if someone opens multiple devices to apply?''

    ¡®Or simply use robots + virtual machines?''

    But after thinking about it, Chu Guang threw this question away.

    Since the system could urately deliver the helmet to the yers, there must be a way to identify the identities of the applicants.

    It was a waste of time for him to worry about it so much.

    "The new main mission has not been triggered yet, it should be that the conditions have not been met."

    "Daily missions can be left aside for now, the key is the remaining ''side mission''-a generator with 10KW power is needed."

    Electricity was a big problem.

    For Chu Guang who originated from modern society, if there was no electricity, it was no different from living in a primitive society.

    "I should think about how to solve the generator problem!"

 Chapter 12: The Grassy Parking Lot

    After thinking about it for a long time, Chu Guang still couldn''t figure out how to do it.

    Although the principle of the generator was very simple, and even junior high school students knew that it was nothing more than "a conductor cutting across the lines of force in a maic field", it was not that simple to turn this sentence into a 10KW power generator.

    Asking Google? The first page would mostly rmend which generator he should buy.

    If he could shop online, he wouldn''t need Google to tell him which one he should buy.

    After a lot of work, Chu Guang finally found some reliable tutorials, but considering the current situation of theck of materials, none of these tutorials were really useful.

    Soon it was six o''clock.

    With the sound of the hatch opening, the four yers woke up.

    "I''ll study itter."

    Chu Guang put down his legs from the table, checked his appearance in the mirror he picked up, and walked to the next room calmly.

    When he walked into the room, the four yers were looking at their attributes through the disy of the culture chamber.

    "Sure enough, my gic sequence is a Strength type... my initial value is 7 points of power, but the intelligence attribute is only 3? But I don''t feel stupid."

    "That sentence doesn''t sound very clever... By the way, your beard grows too fast."

    Old White''s beard was indeed a bit exaggerated.

    Yesterday it was still a beard stubble, and today it was as long as fingernails.

    "I also don''t know what the situation is. I don''t know if I can get a razor here."

    "Obviously not, how about you try with an axe?"

    "Fu** off."

    "By the way, I actually belong to the Agile type. I thought I belonged to the Intelligence type." Ample Time pinched his chin and fell into contemtion, seeming to be thinking about something.

    "I am an Intelligence type," Gale raised his hand with a wry smile. "But aren''t 3 points of strength a bit too low? 7 points of intelligence... I don''t feel smarter either."

    "I am a Perception type. What''s the use of perceptual attributes? Can I predict the future?" Night Ten was a little depressed.

    Compared with this ambiguous attribute, he prefered strength or agility.

    Even if he could not get them, it was not bad to be a physique type, he could at least be a tank in that way.

    "It should be your crisis intuition. Did you forget how you escaped the sneak attack by the mutant yesterday?" Ample Time thoughtfully said, "If this attribute is used well, maybe it will be quite incredible¡­ It''s a pity that you have it..."

    "Piss off."

    "Ahem."

    Chu Guang, who entered the room, coughed, interrupting the yers'' conversation.

    Perhaps it was becausest night he had used the identity of the game designer to chat with them about the favorability setting, but the eyes of the four yers looking at him were different than before.

    For the yers'' sense of immersion, Chu Guang decided to continue to maintain his majestic image, and continued solemnly.

    "Time is running out, I''ll make a long story short."

    "The work that needs to be done has been piled up, but not much time is left for us. In order not to affect the follow-up n, we must rush toplete our outpost on the surface before winteres."

    "Food, drinking water, fuel... These all need to be stored, as well as fortifications and surface shelters."

    "I havepiled all the work that needs to be done on the schedule. You can check it on the sign at the entrance of the nursing home."

    The yers'' eyes lit up, and there was an eager expression on their faces.

    ¡®The devpleted the mission system now?''

    "That''s the basic situation. If there are no questions, we will set off."

    "Wait, wait a minute, Administrator!"

    "What is it?"

    Night Ten flushed and raised his hand.

    "Please, if I may ask, where is the toilet?"

    ...

    The toilet.

    This was indeed a problem.

    The B1 floor of Shelter 404 was more like a reception area. Although there was apartment for the culture chamber, there were no living facilities inside.

    Looking at the yers who rushed out of the nursing home after arriving on the surface, Chu Guang suddenly realized that with the influx of yers, not only was eating and drinking a problem, but shit would soon be a big issue.

    There was a public toilet on Bett Street, where human and animal feces would be collected and sold to the nearby Brown Farm.

    Aftering to the nursing home in the Wend Park, Chu Guang would always find a safe ce in the woods to solve the problem, but he had not considered 100 people''s defecating problem.

    Not knowing if they had eaten something bad, all four yers came back limping.

    "It''s so ufortable not to have a toilet."

    "There is no paper! Damn it, I wiped it with the leaves... almost injuring myself."

    "+1."

    "Fu**. Why do I feel like my a**hole is burning¡­ Do you feel it?"

    "No."

    "Did you wipe your butt withtle leaves..."

    "What, what is atle leaf?"

    "It''s nothing, you just need to endure it."

    "???"

    Chu Guang looked awkward when he heard him.

    He seemed to have forgotten to tell these guys that they could use a piece of cloth to wipe their butt, which was also a little knowledge he learned from the survivors of Bett Street.

    However, they didn''t seem to give him a chance to speak.

    So they could only endure it.

    After all, he also had the same experience.

    "Administrator," Ample Time said respectfully as he limped to Chu Guang, "I propose that we should build a toilet."

    Night Ten: "I agree!"

    Old White: "I agree! With the toilet, we can also dig a big pit, collect the feces, and mix in thepost with nt ash and woodchips, so that aerobic bacteria and fungi can dpose the organic matter to heat up and kill the disease-causing microorganisms and pathogens in feces to make fertilizer."

    Ample Time: "Yes, and not just for fertilizer production, we can also mix and seal part of the feces and organic residues, so that anaerobic bacteria can convert it intobustible methane! This is how the biogas digester in my hometown was built. The biogas produced can be used to illuminate and generate electricity. "

    "This idea is good, I will consider it." Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

    Biogas.

    He had been worrying about survival before, so he hadpletely forgotten it.

    In my impression, although there was no biogas digester on Bett Street, there was one at Brown Farm.

    Seeing the expression of approval on the Administrator''s face, the spirit of the four yers was even more invigorated, and they all started to brainstorm.

    It was not that difficult to build a toilet, even a biogas digester. The only trouble was the sealing and gas storage materials.

    Fortunately, though there was a shortage of pretty much everything in this wastnd, there was no shortage of stic.

    Especially beverage bottles and garbage bags.

    Because burning produces toxic gases, few survivors would burn those things, and at most use them to set fire.

    If they looked carefully, they should be able to find a lot in the nearby area.

    Therefore, another task was added to the task board¡ªcollecting stic bags and bottles.

    "Administrator, I have an idea for the generator." Gale, who had not spoken before, suddenly dered.

    Chu Guang looked at him.

    "Tell me."

    Gale continued on.

    "Generally, cars have on-board generators. I would like to know if there is a road nearby? Or a parking lot is also fine. If we can find a car, this problem should be solved easily."

    Chu Guang said. "Cars are not hard to find. There is a parking lot near the wend park where we are located, but I have seen all the cars there, and there is nothing worth recycling."

    "I want to give it a try," Gale said, not wanting to give up. "If we find a working generator, we will be able to use electricity at the outpost on the surface!"

    "Then you can go, but I can''t let you go alone," Chu Guang nced at the yers in front of him, his gaze fell on Night Ten, "Go to the parking lot with Gale and take a look."

    Night Ten said with great enthusiasm.

    "Yes!"

    The gic sequence of Night Ten was the Perception type. The crisis intuition coulde in handy.

    Before they set off, Chu Guang asked them to take two short knives that were originally used for mowing. Those things were better than a heavy axe when they encountered mutants.

    In addition, Chu Guang also repeatedly told them that if they encountered mutants, they must avoid fighting and run as long as they could.

    But if their opponents had discovered them and showed obvious hostility, they shouldn''t leave their backs to the enemy in any case.Doing so was equivalent to suicide...

    Holding a map of the wend park and a simplepass, Gale left the nursing home with Night Ten.

    Old White and Ample Time who stayed looked at Chu Guang and asked.

    "Administrator, are we continuing to cut trees now, or?"

    Chu Guang nced around and counted the dozens of unprocessed logs on the ground.

    "You don''t need to cut down the trees today. You have to solve the toilet problem first... You can get a shovel and an axe first, I will teach you how to do it."

    ...

    The parking lot was southeast of the nursing home.

    After 200 years of neglect, nature hadpletely consumed this ce.

    The roots of the trees pierced through the hard concrete ground; knee-high bushes and weeds sprouted everywhere.

    The rusty vehicles were covered with vines, and through the broken windows, one could even see the moss covering the seats and air-conditioning vents.

    Seeing all this before him, Gale finally understood the words of the Administrator.

    There was really nothing worth recycling here.

    Night Ten also showed a troubled look..

    It already looked like this, what kind of generator could they possibly find?

    "Do you want to go back?"

    Gale was silent for a while, and stepped forward, not wanting to give up. "We are already here after all."

    Night Ten shrugged and followed.

    After knowing him for so many years, his biggest impression of thisizen was stubbornness, but he still didn''t know what he was doing in reality.

    Many of the cars in the parking lot had rusty hoods and couldn''t open them at all. Gale had searched many ces, only to find the one that could barely be opened.

    But after opening the hood, he was stunned.

    It was¡­¡­

    An engine?

    "What''s wrong?" Night Ten leaned over and asked.

    "It looks like an electric engine... but I''m not sure," Gale said, frowning. "Do you know anything about cars?"

    "I didn''t even have a driver''s license, so I don''t understand this." Night Ten said helplessly, "I thought you''ve been working for many years, you still haven''t bought a car?"

    "I live in the dormitory of my department, I just use a bicycle."

    Gale unwillingly continued rummaging under the hood, even went around the back of the car andy under the car...everything that could be checked was checked.

    But suddenly, his hand stopped.

    Noting the expression on his face, Night Ten asked.

    "What''s wrong?"

    "It''s a bit strange... I can''t find the power source." After wiping the mud on his face, Gale frowned, thinking for a long time, "I can probably locate the engine, but... I can''t find the power source."

    "Could it be that it has already been disassembled?" Night Ten suggested a possibility. "After all, it has been two hundred years. It is normal for survivors to search here."

    "It''s possible."

    Closing the hood habitually, Gale was in a mixed mood looking at the waste cars in the parking lot.

    In fact, there was another possibility.

    In the setting of the game background, the technological level of the pre-war society was sufficiently developed, perhaps to the point where the fixed power supply could be reced by a remote power supply.

    But no matter what possibilities there were, it was not a good thing for him.

    It was impossible to find generators from scrap car bodies now...

    ...

    Meanwhile...

    New progress had been made in the construction of toilets.

    Under themand of Chu Guang, Old White and Ample Time first dug a two-meters by three-meters pit that could bury one person in the open space outside the nursing home. Then the sawn logs were inserted around the pit as a wall, some gravel blocks and leaves being added in after.

    Once the cesspit was built, the construction of the toilet was much simpler.

    Chu Guang directly asked the two of them to build two simple sheds on the side of the cesspit, and use stic pipes removed from the outer wall of the nursing home to connect them to the cesspit next to them.

    In this way, a simple toilet wasplete.

    "Stool and urine have to be stored separately, and they be viscous when mixed together. Moreover, the urine is sterile and can be directly watered on the crops... But that''s enough for today." Looking at the results of the two men''s work in the morning, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

    Old White and Ample Time, panting while leaning on the shovel, looked at each other with helpless expressions.

    Although it was a 100% real virtual reality game, was it really necessary for it to be so real?

    "There is also a problem with showering... There is a water source within one kilometer nearby, but there are many mutants near the water source. You must be extra careful when taking water."

    The construction of the bathhouse could be the next mission.

    The smell was a trivial matter, but it could be a big problem if they got sick.

    "Administrator." Ample Time raised his hand.

    Chu Guang looked at him.

    "What happened?"

    "I think we should consider security issues," Ample Time said. "From the mutants we met yesterday, this wastnd is not safe."

    ¡®Duh.''

    ¡®Isn''t this obvious?''

    "I know, but the problem of hygiene should not be underestimated. There is not enough medicine in the shelter. If an infectious disease is caused, the consequences will be very serious."

    On the contrary, the safety issue was not so urgent. The mutants in the wend park were not as active as those in the city. There were no survivors nearby. Even if there was danger, they could hide in the shelter.

    But the hygiene of more than one hundred people was a big problem.

    Every household on Bett Street used iron buckets to fill water, put it on the roof for heating and disinfection, and scrub the body once every two or three days. It was not because of how hygienic the people there were, but because if someone was too smelly, they would really be driven out.

    Ample Time and Old White looked at each other.

    ¡®Is there a Mysophobia setting in this administrator''s AI settings?''

    ¡®If this is the case, I need to pay attention to it in the future.''

    "Speaking of... there is one question I have always wanted to ask, why is there no material reserve for such arge shelter?" Old White interjected, "And we have only been on the B1 floor, what about the other floors?"

    "The other floors are not open for the time being, they will be open in the future."

    Chu Guang did not exin the reason, but simply stated the facts.

    Although the two yers were curious, seeing that they couldn''t get an answer, they didn''t insist on it. They simply treated it as a game setting.

    At this time, Night Ten and Gale, who went out to explore, came back.

    Looking at Gale, who was covered in mud, Chu Guang asked.

    "How is it? Did you find the generator."

    "I didn''t find it, but it''s notpletely without gain."

    With that, Gale opened the stic bag that he had picked up from an unknown trash can, revealing it full of blue mushrooms.

    These mushrooms were not big, only the length of the index finger. The surface was covered with small translucent cilia, and one could see the colorful luster along the lines.

    Chu Guang nced at the mushrooms, a surprised expression appearing on his face.

    "Where did you get this stuff?"

    With a hint ofcency visible in his visage, Gale reported truthfully.

    "There is a concrete sewer pipe structure near the parking lot. It is about the height of two people. There were a lot of these mushrooms growing in the pipe. I''m not sure if I can eat it, so I picked a little back."

    In fact, he wanted to have a bite at first, but the game was so realistic that he hesitated for a long time.

    "Its name is Blue Umbre Mushroom, and its scientific name is ''Blue Angel''. It is said that people who eat it will be able to see the real angel in at most an hour."

    "Don''t doubt it, unless you are a mutant immune to poison, you definitely can''t eat this thing."

 Chapter 13: "The Blue Angel"

    Chu Guang tightened the seal of the stic bag and continued.

    "You should be thankful that you didn''t continue walking inside. This mushroom usually grows near the nest of mutant leeches."

    Night Ten was stunned.

    "Mutated leeches?"

    Chu Guang casually kept talking.

    "Mhm, the juvenile mutant leeches are only as big as a palm. Except for their special mouthparts, they look no different from normal leeches."

    "However, once it enters adulthood, its size will quickly increase to more than 1 meter¡ªthe longest can even reach 3 meters¡ªand its eating style will also change. I heard that they can even swallow a living person in one bite... Of course, I''ve only heard of it."

    After listening to the administrator''s exnation, Night Ten felt a chill in his body.

    No wonder he felt like something was wrong when he was picking mushrooms but couldn''t pinpoint what was. Now, it seemed like he had just narrowly escaped his death.

    "Can''t we eat it?" The expression on Gale''s face was rather regretful. Looking at the mushrooms that Chu Guang had put away, he muttered, "I thought they could add Buffs."

    "Don''t think too much."

    How could there be so many Buffs?Although this thing cannot be eaten, it was the main raw material for making radiation-reduction agents.

    Chu Guang didn''t know the specific principle either. He had only heard about it from Old Charlie on Bett Street.

    Blue Umbre Mushrooms contained a special peptide substance that could effectively alleviate and heal the non-fatal damage caused by gamma rays.

    The caravan in Boulder City would buy this thing. The price was not low, and it was usually shipped to Boulder City and sold to the factory there.

    It was just that this thing was really not easy to get. Few scavengers were willing to risk their lives to search for mutant leeches'' nests in swamps, subways, or sewers.

    It was already hard to find.

    It was another matter to find it and bring it back.

    Even if it was unavoidable, no one wanted to deal with these cannibalistic tentacles...

    Unexpectedly, there was a nest of mutant leeches just a short distance away.

    Chu Guang was in a mixed mood.

    The good thing was that the mushrooms could be sold for a lot of money, but the drawback was that the mutant leeches were not easy to deal with.

    "Do you remember the specific location of the sewer entrance?"

    Facing the administrator''s question, Gale quickly pulled out the map and pointed to the marked location.

    "Right here."

    Chu Guang nced at the location on the map and remembered it in his mind silently.

    "I see."

    ...

    The blue mushrooms brought back by Gale and Night Ten were estimated to be about 2 kilograms. Generally, every 50g could be exchanged for a chip.

    2000g meant 40 chips!

    This was almost equivalent to all the savings Chu Guang had saved in the past five months.

    And this was the price quoted by the recycling station on Bett Street.

    The actual value of this thing was at least more than twice this number!

    Chu Guang intended to sell all these mushrooms, then use the exchanged chips to purchase urgently needed supplies at the outpost.

    "The supplies at the outpost need to be replenished. I''ll go out to get the supplies. You stay here. Remember not to go far."

    "At five o''clock in the afternoon, Little Seven will open the elevator for you on time so you can return to the shelter."

    "When I''m away, Little Seven will count the results of your work. You can ask it if you don''t understand anything."

    As for the 2 kg of the Blue Umbre Mushrooms, Chu Guang gave Gale and Night Ten a total of 220 contribution points.

    Out of total, 200 contribution points were due to the discovery of mutant leech nests, and the other 20 contribution points were from Blue Umbre Mushroom.

    He was really not trying to be stingy by giving so few points. He was just scared that by giving them too many points, it would encourage these yers to take the risk of picking those mushrooms; they would probably be killed.

    Before finding a generator that could power the "active substance extractor", he thought he had better be cautious.

    ¡­.

    They had green wheat porridge for lunch.

    Saying that it was porridge, Chu Guang felt that it was a bit like mung bean soup without sweetness.

    This thing had no taste at all, as it was purely to fill the stomach.

    However, to Chu Guang''s surprise, the four yers gobbled it up like starving people.

    ¡®Is it that delicious?''

    Chu Guang had doubts about his cooking skills.

    ¡®Am I actually good at cooking?''

    ¡®It can''t be¡­''

    Quickly finishing the meal and putting away the pots and pans, Chu Guang put out the fire and set off on the road alone. There were only four yers left in the nursing home and an AI robot guarding upstairs.

    Ample Time stared at the mission board inserted at the entrance of the nursing home, lost in thought.

    Night Ten asked.

    "What are you looking at?"

    Ample Time spoke.

    "ording to the Administrator, Blue Umbre Mushrooms can be used as a raw material for the production of anti-radiation agents, but the reward given to you by the mission is only 20 points, which is equivalent to cutting two trees¡­ Do you think this is reasonable?"

    Night Ten was dazed.

    "Is there something wrong with it?"

    Ample Time said.

    "Of course there is. Typically, the revenue yers get from the missions should be positively rted to the difficulty of the mission. You have not only unlocked new areas but also collected high-value materials. Normally speaking, there should be more rewards."

    Gale thought.

    "Then what do you think the reason is?"

    Ample Time snapped his fingers.

    "Priority!"

    "Pr-priority?" Night Ten was confused.

    "That''s right." Ample Time nodded. "Do you remember what the administrator said in the previous plot? The current priority is survival!"

    Did he say that?

    It seemed he did.

    Night Ten didn''t listen carefully at that time. In most games, he didn''t read the plot; he often skipped most of the dialogues. Although he couldn''t skip it in this game, being distracted for a few minutes could also have the same effect.

    Ample Time continued.

    "... So I guess that the missions on the mission board are not all missions. This game gives us a lot of freedom. Not only can missions be issued by NPCs, they can also be triggered by yers."

    Gale frowned.

    "What makes you say that?"

    "Didn''t you already receive the reward?" Ample Time said, "Although the generator was not found, the mutants'' nest was found and valuable supplies were collected."

    "So I judge that as long as our behavior meets the current needs of Shelter 404, we can get contribution points. And the value of the reward is positively rted to the value created by our behavior!"

    "For example, building cesspits and toilets are missions released by the administrator after adopting our opinions. Both Old White and I were rewarded with 200 contribution points."

    Old White nodded.

    "It seems to be like this."

    "I think I understand what you mean," Gale said, touching his chin, "but bypleting the missions on the mission board, you can also get contribution points, right?"

    And the points were not small.

    "This is the second point I want to say," Ample Time showed a mysterious smile on his face, "Do you remember the Favorability setting that the dev told us about?"

    Realisation dawned on Gale''s face.

    "I see... I understand what you mean."

    Night Ten and Old White were still at a loss.

    "What do you understand?"

    "ELI5!"

    Ample Time said slowly.

    "In simple terms, although we can get a fixed guaranteed reward inpleting the fixed missions on the mission board step by step, we can not show our abilities. In contrast, actively triggering missions can better reflect our own abilities! In theory, it should be able to improve the administrator''s evaluation of us."

    Of course, these spections were based on the fact that Wastnd Online was a pletely real" immersive virtual reality game, and that the administrator''s behavior was governed by program logic and was not artificially set.

    If his intelligence was not as high as they imagined, this inference was likely to be invalid.

    However, from the current point of view, the administrator''s intelligence was still quite high. There was no problem with normalmunication. He even wondered if this guy was a real person.

    After understanding Ample Time''s exnation, Old White touched the stubble of his chin and nodded.

    "This idea is a bit interesting. It''s worth trying... What do you think we should do?"

    "I''m still groping for what to do, but my instinct tells me that it is more important to umte more NPC favorability before the second round of testing than contribution points. This can ensure that we have a higher ¡®starting point'' than other yers in the second round of testing."

    After a pause, Ample Time snapped his fingers.

    "I propose to form a team!"

    "The meaning of teaming..." Night Ten was confused.

    Old White nodded.

    "I have no objection."

    Gale also nodded.

    "I agree too."

    Night Ten was dazed.

    "I have no objection, but can you tell me the details of forming the team?"

    Ample Time exined patiently.

    "To put it simply, we are a team from now on. We share information and help each other. Then, what we have to do is to use our strengths."

    Ample Time looked at Gale and Night Ten and continued.

    "Gale, Night Ten, you can investigate along thekeshore of the wend park. Pay attention to the distribution of mutants and the trajectory of their activities. If you find areas that look like their nest, mark them... But remember, don''t get too close, especially to avoid fighting them. We need a safe point to get water."

    Gale nodded.

    "OK."

    Then, Ample Time looked at Old White.

    "As for us, what we have to do now is to chop more wood."

    "Later, when I go offline, I''ll check some information on the Inte and find a way to use the stored wood tomorrow!"

 Chapter 14: Profiteers from Boulder City

    Fortunately, Chu Guang did not encounter any unmanageable dangers along the way.

    Not only that, but when he walked near Bett Street, he happened to see the caravan from Boulder City unloading goods at the entrance of Bett Street.

    The old man, Walter, was carrying a shotgun while standing aside, smoking his homemade tobo. Old Charlie was talking happily with the leader of the caravan, while the scavengers beside him were unloading the cargo under the supervision of the gunman.

    The leader of the caravan was called Mr. Li, whose full name was unknown. Chu Guang only knew that he was from Boulder City. He had eight gunmen and twenty mutated yaks.

    Every once in a while, he would bring people and animals to Bett Street to sell some supplies, at the same time taking away the "specialties" here.

    On wastnd, especially in urban areas, cars were not as reliable as beasts.

    The roads were full of abandoned cars and copsed ruins. In addition, arge number of roads weren''t maintained. The surface was severely cracked, and even the roots of vegetation had sprouted out of the ground, so most wheeled vehicles couldn''t drive on such a road.

    In contrast, donkeys, cows, and horses were all good things. Although they couldn''t walk fast, they could walk on almost any road.

    The most important thing was that they were cheap and easy to maintain. They only needed 30 kilograms of grass per hundred kilometers.

    Technology was not always reliable, at least here.

    Of course, if it was a long journey across provinces, that was another situation.

    Chu Guang once saw a half-wheel and half-track truck with a chimney on top. It looked like something straight out of a steampunk movie.

    However, such bulky trucks generally did not drive into the city. They would usually unload their cargo outside the city, trade with small and medium-sized caravans active in nearby areas, and leave when they were done.

    Chu Guang also noticed that there was actually a woman wrapped in a robe in the supplies sent to Bett Street this time.

    She had shackles on her hands and feet, and a striped code printed on her ankles. Her delicate and white skin was unlike a survivor''s on the wastnd, but more like a fairy from a movie.

    In other words, modities" cultivated by petri dishes.

    "A clone?"

    Chu Guang had only heard of the ve trade in Boulder City before, but it was the first time he''s seen it with his own eyes. But this kind of "luxury" could only be consumed by the town mayor.

    Chu Guang did not step forward immediately, but quietly waited for the transaction to bepleted in the shadow of the ruins.

    The "cowboys" were very busy and didn''t stop here.

    After loading the goods, Mr. Li put his hand through his sleeves, took out a few white chips, and threw them to a group of scavengers like giving money to a group of beggars.

    Then, in a gratefulpliment, together with the gunmen, he drove the mutant yaks full of bags on the road.

    Chu Guang followed far behind and walked past two streets.

    However, at this moment, the man who was next to Mr. Li suddenly stopped and looked straight at his side.

    Chu Guang was slightly surprised when he was discovered.

    There was at least a hundred meters in between, how did this guy find him?!

    However, since he had been discovered, there was no point in continuing following them.

    Chu Guang walked out of the ruins, first raised his hands to signal that he was not malicious, and then walked over with a ck stic bag.

    At a distance of ten meters, he stopped under the nted sign of a cafe.

    This was the safest distance for both parties.

    In the event of a conflict, the carbon nano body armor that he wore was enough to buy at least five seconds for him to escape.

    As long as it wasn''t a headshot...

    "I have no ill intentions, I just want to make a deal with you."

    The man named Mr. Li squinted his eyes and put away the shotgun in his hand.

    "Are you a scavenger on Bett Street?"

    "Chu Guang."

    "I don''t care what your name is. We don''t do small business," The man looked at the stic bag in Chu Guang''s hand with a mocking look. "It''s better for you to throw this thing to your old man named Charlie."

    Chu Guang didn''t speak and opened the stic bag, revealing the goods inside.

    The man could obviously recognize the goods in the bag, the expression on his face bing stiff. Obviously, he didn''t expect that what the stic bag contained was not used parts and batteries, but such good things.

    Chu Guang noticed that an imperceptible greed shed in his eyes.

    "Where did you get it?" The man asked.

    Chu Guang looked at him and said calmly.

    "The sewer, next to the mutant leech nest, but even if I tell you where it is, do you want to go there?"

    "Don''t get mad, I was just asking."

    The greed in his eyes faded a bit, and the man handed the shotgun in his hand to his entourage and walked to Chu Guang.

    "How do you want to sell it?"

    The recycling price of this thing on Bett Street was a little bargaining chip per 50g, but the true value of this thing was definitely more than that!

    Chu Guang was silent for two seconds before deciding to take a gamble and bid at five times the price of the Bett Street recycling bin.

    "There are 2000g here, I want 200 chips!"

    "Deal."

    Seeing that the man agreed without any hesitation, Chu Guang immediately realized that his offer was still too cheap.

    Sure enough, the price the town mayor sold to these merchants must be more than that!

    ¡®Damn that town mayor! He is just like those man-eating leeches!''

    Chu Guang silently wholeheartedly ¡®greeted'' the town mayor and his whole family in his heart, wishing him to be unable to get an erection tonight.

    "Let''s make friends. My name is Liszt."

    The man stretched out his right hand, no longer showing the condescending attitude, with a smile on his face, "I rarely do business directly with scavengers, but you are an exception... I am very interested in you."

    Chu Guang was neither overbearing nor sycophantic, and shook his hand.

    "Thank you, my name is Chu Guang."

    "I know, you just said it."

    Releasing his hand, Liszt stared at Chu Guang and continued, "Then first of all, I hope that the old man named Charlie will not know about our transaction today."

    Chu Guang said. "He won''t. I don''t want to cause trouble."

    "Haha, you are a smart man." Satisfied with Chu Guang''s answer, Liszt nodded with a smile and continued. "I can pay you 200 chips right now, but... you''re going to use these chips to exchange thingster on anyway, so it''s better to buy them directly from me. In that way, you''ll save a lot more. There are some remaining materials here. I can give you a 20% discount. What do you think?"

    Chu Guang didn''t believe his so-called 20% discount nonsense. Anyway, it was impossible for him to know how much the goods were sold for in Boulder City.

    However, as long as he sold it cheaper than Bett Street, he had no reason to refuse.

    "I need a weapon, do you have one?"

    "Of course, which one do you want?"

    "Gun."

    "A gun?" Liszt touched his chin. "How about a 9mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle? It only requires 200 chips, and I can give you 30 rounds of bullets. If you want to purchase additional bullets, it will be 1 chip per bullet. This price is absolutely fair."

    "What about the 20% discount?"

    "This is already after the 20% discount. If you think it is too expensive, there are, of course, cheaper ones here. For example, the iron-barreled pistol with a caliber of 5mm is worth 100 chips. It is still very useful against marauders, but it is not rmended to be used against mutants."

    ¡®It was already 20% off!?''

    ¡®I would be an idiot if I believed you.''

    Chu Guang stared at him and said.

    "A 9mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle plus 60 rounds of ammunition. In addition, I need 20¡­ no, 25 chips to buy food and other supplies."

    Looking at Liszt, who shrugged, Chu Guang continued with a serious tone.

    "There are more than 2 kilograms of mushrooms in the mutated leech''s nest, but I can only pick the one near the nest¡­ Do you know what I mean?"

    "Do you want me to invest in you?" Liszt looked at Chu Guang with interest, "Interesting."

    Chu Guang continued, "Why not? I bet that even at this price, you can still make a lot of money. And if you invest in me, next time I can bring ten times the amount of goods more than today! Are you not tempted by it? "

    Liszt was tempted.

    To be honest, this was indeed a good proposal.

    If he sessfully took the 2 kilograms of Blue Umbre Mushroom to Boulder City, let alone a bolt-action iron-barreled rifle, he could even buy ten of them.

    These hillbillies living in the outer suburbs had no idea what anti-radiation agents and radiation-reduction agents meant to people living in cities.

    Good things were all hidden near those nuclear craters!

    "In general, few people can take the chips from my hands."

    Liszt gave his assistant a wink and asked him to take off an iron-barreled rifle and 60 rounds of ammunition from the mutant yak next to him.

    "You are an exception."

    Counting out 25 white chips from his pocket, Liszt handed it to Chu Guang along with the goods.

    "20kg Blue Umbre Mushroom¡­ Fine then, I''ll just treat it as an investment. I''ll wait for your good news."

    "I wille here again at the end of the month, and if there are no further changes, it should be thest time this year."

    "I hope I can see you then."

    Mutant leeches.

    No one wanted to provoke that thing.

    Only God knew how many disgusting bugs were hiding in that thing''sir, the most terrible thing being that ordinary prating firepower was not effective in dealing with them.

    Its terrifying regenerative ability and vitality could even allow them to split into two new individuals after they were cut off from the middle, let alone make a few small holes in the body.

    As for fire...

    Not to mention whether it could be lit, even if it could be set on fire, valuable things would be burned along with it.

    The gain was totally outweighed by the loss.

    "By the way, for 20 kilograms of Blue Umbre Mushroom, I will just count that as 2,000 chips, so you can ce an order with me. There is no need to pick the goods that others don''t want."

    Liszt reminded him after seeing Chu Guang fiddling with the weapon in his hand.

    Chu Guang stopped his hand movement, looked at him and asked.

    "How do I know what you have?"

    Liszt snapped his fingers.

    The person next to him handed over a square tabletputer.

    "There are photos on it. Swipe left and right to select... Oh, you know how to use it. In that case, I don''t need to teach you. I can guarantee that the quality of these goods is decent, but I can''t guarantee that the goods you actually receive will look exactly the same as the photos."

    After receiving the tablet, Chu Guang nced briefly, and found that there were quite a few good things on it.

    Especially when he saw what he needed most.

    "Have you chosen anything?" Liszt urged, looking at Chu Guang who seemed to be taking his time.

    "Mhm," Chu Guang said after returning the tablet, looking at him, "10KW firewood generator and KV-1 powered exoskeleton."

    "You have sharp eyes. Although the KV-1 is a basic model, it is also the most durable. But what do you want a generator for? If you are worried about running out of electricity, it is better to buy a few more batteries. I provide a trade-in service, which is very cheap."

    Generators were not cheap, it cost 1,200 chips.

    In contrast, the KV-1 powered exoskeleton only needed 800 chips, and a matching chemical energy battery was only 150 chips.

    No matter how expensive it was to rece a battery, it would cost less than one thousand.

    Besides, even if he bought this stuff, where was he going to put it?

    The exoskeleton could also be worn inside clothes, but something like a generator was not something that an ordinary scavenger could afford.

    Seeing through Liszt''s concerns, Chu Guang said. "Don''t worry, I won''t take it back to Bett Street."

    "I was just asking. How you deal with it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, even if you say that I sold it to you, I will not admit it. In the end, it will be you who is in trouble." Liszt shrugged and nced at the sky in the distance, "It''s gettingte. See you next time."

    Chu Guang stopped him.

    "Wait, I want to ask, is there a 20% discount on the items I just ordered."

    Lisztughed and waved his hand without looking back.

    "The price you saw is after the discount."

    Chu Guang: "%£¤#£¤%"

    ¡®Motherf***!''

    ¡®Just you wait, I will definitely bleed you dry in the future!''

    Watching the caravan leave, Chu Guang turned and left with a darkened face

 Chapter 15: Mobilization Order

    Thanks Dexalia for the kind donation

    The sun was hanging at the end of the horizon. It was definitely toote to go back to the shelter now.

    Chu Guang would rather stay on Bett Street for one night than rush to the shelter at night.

    He who had had several unpleasant experiences was aware of how dangerous it was.

    Chu Guang wrapped the iron-barreled rifle he bought in a stic bag and tied it to the sharpened water pipe behind him. From its appearance alone, no one could tell that it was a gun.

    Although Bett Street did not restrict the survivors from carrying weapons, Chu Guang did not want the town mayor''s men to discover that he was trading privately with the caravan outside.

    50g Blue Umbre Mushroom was only worth 1 point in the town.

    Those blood-sucking leeches were really greedy to be able toe up with this kind of price!

    Passing through the gate of Bett Street.

    Chu Guang saw that the door of the recycling station was crowded with people.They were in ragged clothes, with sallowplexions. Bags were on their backs, while they carried stic buckets or other containers in their hands.

    Their daily routine was very simple, selling the trash they picked up, and then using the chips to exchange for life necessities.

    "Newly arrived soap! Produced by the Boulder City Chemical nt, you can wash away disgusting odors with only 3 chips. Hurry up and buy one for your wife to use. There are only 30,e and get some before it''s toote."

    "Edible oil. It is shipped from Brown Farm and only costs 10 chips per liter... It''s a bit expensive, but there are reasons why it is expensive."

    "Let me see what else we got. Oh right, there is coarse salt! The thumb-sized piece only costs 5 chips... How did we get it? Why do you need to care about this? Come and get it, it will make your food delicious."

    "There are also tobo leaves, whether you smoke it yourself or use it to make smoked bacon, it is¡­ Forget it,e and take a look at it yourself, I''ll rest awhile."

    Old Charlie yelledzily at the door, his attitude unlike a businessman''s at all.

    In fact, this was not really a business, but more like a charity from the master to the servant.

    Not to mention Bett Street, within a five miles radius, many things could only be bought here, and the people living here had no right to choose.

    Also, don''t assume that five miles was very short.

    Although Qingquan City was located in the Southern Great ins, it had already be a reinforced concrete cemetery that was more dangerous than the forest...

    Old Charlie wiped his sweat and handed over the collection of money to the clerk in the shop while he sat on the side, squinting his eyes to rest.

    At this time, a thin young man in a gray coat waved the wooden sign in his hand, and walked to the crowd.

    "Mobilization order! Town Mayor''s mobilization order!"

    "Before the end of the month, each household needs to hand in 100 kilograms of firewood and 2 quarter meters of fur."

    "Please tell each other!"

    There was amotion in the crowd.

    There wereints, but no one came out to protest.

    After all, it was the same in previous years.

    Bett Street did not charge taxes, but it did not mean that living here was free. In addition to the soft exploitation of trading rights, the town mayor would always collect a batch of materials in one way or another.

    The mobilization order was one of them, and it would be issued in August and September every year.

    As for the refusal to follow the order?

    The punishment was quite straightforward.

    All unmarried men and women over sixteen in the settlement, regardless of whether they lived alone or not, would be considered a single household. After marriage, the two people involved would be considered as one household.

    If the supplies were not handed in, the person in charge of the register would remove the name of the household from the register, confiscate their shack on Bett Street, and expel them from the survivor''s stronghold.

    In this world where life was cheaper than paper, losing a shelter was no different from death.

    Especially in the cold winter.

    Although Bett Street was not rich, it was much better than Brown Farm next door. At least the survivors living here still had a little bit of pitiful freedom.

    ¡®It seems that the town mayor is nning to make a fortune before thest caravans arrive this year.''

    Chu Guang thought this in his heart, but did not take this so-called mobilization order seriously.

    He would leave here before winter.

    When the time came, there was no need to rush, he would go by himself.

    Bypassing the recycle station.

    Chu Guang walked straight to his shack, but before reaching the door, he saw Yu Xiaoyu and a man standing at the door arguing about something.

    The man looked about seventeen, not tall, and was a teenager. Chu Guang didn''t know him well, but he remembered that he was the third son of the Wang family and his name was Wang Defu.

    His shack was located at the corner of the settlement, diagonally across the Yu family and then the Wang family. Normally, they would note there.

    He didn''t know what happened, and why the youngest of the Wang family woulde here...

    "Step aside."

    Wang Defu looked impatient and stretched out his hand to push Yu Xiaoyu who was in front of him. The little girl staggered back, but she still opened her arms like an eagle guarding its chicks and did not give in.

    "No, this is not your home!"

    "It''s not your home either."

    "But he asked me to take care of the house!"

    "What''s the point of taking care of a dead man''s house?"

    "He is not dead." Yu Xiaoyu red at him.

    "Stop lying to yourself, that foreigner hasn''te back for four or five days."

    Wang Defu continued impatiently, "You Yu Family just want to get a share of the pie, right? I didn''t n to take it all. How about this, the beam of the shed and this door belong to me, and you take the rest."

    A dead man''s house would be unupied and would usually be divided up by the neighbourhood.

    No one would be certain that a person would be dead if he didn''te back for a few days; but when this usually happened, everyone would silently agree that the person was either caught by a ve trader or a marauder or taken by mutants to feed their cubs.

    No one could survive a few consecutive nights outside.

    Even experienced hunters could hardly do it.

    Yu Xiaoyu bit her lower lip, and her eyes red at the young man like a little goldfish, but she still refused to move.

    Wang Defu didn''t want to wait any longer. The men from the Yu family woulde back soon. At that time, he would not be able to get anything, so he nned on pushing her away forcibly.

    However, at this moment, a hand was ced on his shoulder.

    "Who said I was dead?"

    Startled, Wang Defu jumped to the side suddenly, looking at Chu Guang with a vignt look like a wild beast. Yu Xiaoyu quickly slipped behind Chu Guang and whispered to him.

    "He came yesterday and wants to tear down your house."

    "Thanks."

    Chu Guang looked at Wang Defu with a faint smile, and then said.

    "Are you going by yourself, or do you need me to send you away?"

    Wang Defu knew that he was in the wrong, so he couldn''t argue with him. Then he nced at the blood-stained steel pipe on Chu Guang''s back, and finally left silently.

    He was not afraid of the Yu family, nor this outsider, but no one wanted to offend a strong man.

    Especially this guy that was alone and had no weakness at all.

    Looking at this person''s back, Chu Guang suddenly felt a little sad.

    Although some people were alive, they were no different from the hyenas and vultures outside.

    He had personally seen a mutant hyena, biting off the neck of an injuredpanion and eating its meat. He didn''t think too much about it at the time, just treating it as thew of nature, but now he felt a little bit empathetic.

    He just left for a few days, but these people were already ready to move.

    Yu Xiaoyu, who was hiding behind Chu Guang, did not leave. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she might be able to eat the candy she had eaten that day.

    She had never eaten something so sweet, and almost even chewed the stic stick altogether.

    Noticing the big eyes looking at him, Chu Guang fell into a daze for a moment. When he recovered, he realised what was going on. He smiled and took out a lollipop that he had forgotten to eat from his pocket and stuffed it into the little girl''s hand.

    "I have troubled you these few days."

    "No trouble!"

    Xiaoyu happily tore through the stic paper, stuffed the lollipop in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Anyway, I have nothing else to do. When you go out, I can help you look after your house."

    At this time, the men of the Yu family returned from the direction of the recycling station, carrying the spoils. It could be seen from the bulging package that they had gained a lot.

    Seeing her big brother, second brother and father, Xiaoyu sneaked back into the house.

    Earning candy to eat was just a sideline task, staring at this outsider was the main task her elder gave her. Xiaoyu had not forgotten the advice of her elders.

    However, no matter how fast she moved, it couldn''t be missed by the hunter''s eyes.

    The elder of the Yu family, the old man with a strong physique and wrinkles on his face, nced at Chu Guang without saying anything and entered the house with his eldest son carrying two bags of green wheat.

    Yu Hu, the second son of the Yu family, stopped in front of Chu Guang.

    Chu Guang recognized him.

    The people here would typically ignore him, and this eighteen or neen-year-old boy was one of the few people who would take the initiative to speak to him.

    It was just that this person was a really outspoken person.

    "I thought you were dead."

    Chu Guang replied, "It seems your instinct isn''t urate."

    Yu Hu was dazed, grinning and rubbing his head.

    This outsider was very interesting. He spoke differently from others. He always liked to speak indirectly...

    But he didn''t mind it and continued. "I have to tell you. The town mayor has just issued a mobilization order, and each household must hand in 100 kilograms of firewood and 2 square meters of fur before the end of the month."

    The Yu family had three adult males, which meant that they needed to pay 300 kilograms of firewood and 6 square meters of fur. They were considered rge taxpayers" on Bett Street.

    The former was not difficult to get, as there were trees everywhere in the city andrge woonds could be seen in the outer suburbs to the north. Even if there was no mobilization order from the town mayor, they still had to cut some trees back to prepare for the winter.

    But thetter was not so easy to deal with, 6 square meters of fur meant that they had to kill at least four, or even five mutant hyenas.

    "I heard about it when I came back."

    "That''s good."

    Yu Hu never beat around the bush and was always direct in his words..

    "We were discussing this with the Li family just now. We are going to try our luck in the woond in the north. It is said that there are traces of deer migration. If we can catch two, we can get not only the skin, but also the meat. Do you want to join us?"

    "I think I will pass. I will think of a solution myself."

    Chu Guang tactfully refused, but he kept his words in mind.

    The scavengers on Bett Street nned to go hunting in the north, and Linghu Wend Park was also a little west to the north. He hoped they wouldn''t encounter them at that time.

    Naturally, Yu Hu didn''t know what Chu Guang was thinking. He just thought he was embarrassed and continued to persuade him.

    "I can see that you are a capable person, but no matter how good you are, there is a limit. The Wang family dares to bully you mainly because you are alone."

    "How about this, my sister can get married next year. Why don''t you marry her so that we will be a family."

    "If you are in a hurry, you can have the wedding ceremony tonight."

    Chu Guang almost choked at these words, so he coughed and responded, "No need."

    ¡®What the hell?''

    ¡®How did they suddenly talk about this topic?''

    Moreover, the marriageable age eptable to these survivors was not eptable to Chu Guang from a civilized society.

    He was still young and it was still too early to get married.

    "Sign, fine then."

    Yu Hu did not continue to persuade, but expressed pity in his heart.

    The people who came out of the shelter were very smart, just like the old man named Charlie, who had been helping the town mayor since he was young. He was a big man in the eyes of the neighbourhood.

    Old man Charlie said that Chu Guang also came out of the shelter, so there should be nothing wrong with it.

    If his sister could give birth to his son, the Yu family might also be able to have a big man like Charlie''s old man in the future.

    He even made ns to convince his father.

    But now it seemed that he was thinking too much.

    Carrying things back home, Yu Hu stopped his sister.

    "Xiaoyu, brother wants to ask you something, would you like to marry your elder brother Chu Guang?"

    Xiaoyu still had a lollipop in her mouth and muttered.

    "Okay."

    Anyway, his house was just opposite her house, it was not far away.

    In her eyes, the so-called marrying was nothing more than sleeping in a different ce, and there was nothing wrong with marrying Chu Guang. Maybe she could even get two more pieces of candy.

    Yu Hu, who had nned to give up, said happily.

    "Then your brother I will help you persuade him again."

    "Mhm."

    Xiaoyu answered casually, just eating sweets, not caring.

    Yu Hu on the other hand was thinking about how to change Chu Guang''s mind.

    "Okay, I''ll discuss it with big brother and dad, but don''t just wait there. If you have time, go find your mother and learn how to make pancakes... What are you eating? Give me a bite."

    "No!"

    Seeing that the second brother was going to grab her own candy, Xiaoyu instantly ran away

 Chapter 16: How to play sandbox games

    In Linghu Wend Park, outside the deserted nursing home,y wooden piles of various sizes.

    "I heard that recently cut wood will crack and deform if it is not processed." Looking at the logs piled up on the wall, Old White frowned and said while holding the axe.

    Ample Time asked, "How do you usually process it?"

    Old White replied, "Dry the moisture in the wood, or paint the wood on both ends and let the wood dry naturally. We can also throw them into the water, but it will be more difficult to take them out of the water... I hope it will not rain in the next few days."

    Old White made a rough estimate. Combined with the results of yesterday''s work, if they cut all these logs into 3~4 meters long logs, sharpened the two ends and installed them on the ground, it should be enough to repair the north and west walls of the nursing home.

    It was just that these logs were unprocessed logs, and it was hard to guarantee their sturdiness. They might rot after a few rainy days.

    So, he had discussed with Ample Time and decided to change the method and use cement as a building material.

    There was a lot of concrete waste on the wastnd, even in the nursing home.

    After some years of weathering, thermal expansion and contraction, wind and rain, most of these concrete blocks had peeled off from the steel bars and turned into g.

    There was no need to count on how reliable these materials were.

    But if these materials were mixed with cement and then fixed with steel bars removed from the ruins, it would not be a problem to build simple concrete fortifications.

    Although it was a tofu-dreg project, it was much better than wood.

    Anyway, they had no ns of building a skyscraper.

    However, if they wanted to use these concrete waste materials, they must first have cement.

    To make cement, they first needed enough coal and a kiln that could withstand the high temperature of 1450 degrees.

    At this moment, Gale and Night Ten came back.

    Ample Time noticed that the stic bucket that Gale was carrying was full of uniformly-textured mud.

    "There is a river to the east of Linghu Lake. There is no river on the map. It should have been formed in thest two hundred years. We have explored the entireke shoreline from the east to the south and marked the areas where mutants are active and the locations of suspected nests."

    With that said, Gale asked Night Ten to take out the map, which was marked with charcoal.

    With this map, it would be much safer for them to go to theke to fetch water.

    But Ample Time''s attention was on the barrel in his hand.

    "What''s in this bucket..."

    "I found it by the river," Gale continued, cing the bucket on the ground, "I suddenly thought that we could use this thing as a building material, so I brought it back."

    "This thing can''t be used as a building material. It can be washed away by water easily." Crouching on the ground, Old White stretched out his hand to pick up some mud, rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger, and an expression of excitement suddenly appeared on his face. "But this is a good thing, we have material to build our kiln now."

    "Kiln?" Night Ten was dazed.

    "I''ve discussed with Old White and n to make cement." Ample Time said.

    Gale looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure that you can do this in the game?"

    "What''s wrong? Isn''t this a sandbox game?" Old White stood up and said excitedly. "Pour the mud here, and you two can get some more buckets of it back. Ample Time will help me pick up some branches. Let''s move."

    "Okay." Ample Time went eagerly.

    Gale and Night Ten nced at each other and left with a dazed expression.

    ...

    The river was not deep, but there was a lot of silt next to it, and it was not far from the nursing home. It didn''t take much effort for them to get a bunch of it back.

    Old White made a circle with the silt, dug two holes next to it as an air inlet, put the charcoal and dead leaves from the previous cooking in the silt circle, and lit it with the match left by the administrator.

    The fire rose quickly.

    The surrounding silt was slowly dried.

    Old White dug into the new mud with his hands and pasted it on the wall of the kiln as he dried it. When the kiln reached his thigh, he began to push a stick as thick as his thumb into it.

    "What is this?" Ample Time looked curious. Although he had yed survival games before, he had never done such meticulous work in a game.

    "Charcoal burning! Without coal, we can only use charcoal instead. If we want to make cement, we can''t burn wood. We have to start with the most basic."

    "How do you know this?"

    "I yed with it in my hometown when I was young."

    "..."

    Who would y this when they were young?

    Standing up, Old White pped his hands and began to cap the kiln before the fire in the kiln had ignited the wood.

    This step was critical.

    Before the wood was ignited, he needed to leave a hole on the top until the temperature in the kiln was high enough. Then he would seal all the holes with mud and let the wood inside char for a day. After that, he would be able to harvest a full kiln of charcoal.

    "If you fill in all the holes, won''t the fire inside go out?"

    "It won''t go out right away, and this effect is what is needed."

    Old White wiped his sweat and patted Ample Time on the shoulder.

    "Don''t just stand there. Let''s build a few more kilns."

    "Okay¡­"

    Not only Ample Time joined Old White''s "construction team", even Gale and Night Ten were called in after they had moved enough mud.

    The four yers worked together to build four kilns for making charcoal and built a slightlyrger one with aluminosilicate y dug by the river.

    In Old White''s words, tomorrow they could try to make some cement.

    What he intended to make was nt ash cement.

    The cement produced by this kind of primitive method had no technological difficulties and was not too reliable, but it was definitely stronger than wood.

    And with nt ash cement, they could try to build a cement kiln that could withstand higher temperatures.

    Old White had decided that he would look up the information online when he went offline.

    "God damn it... I finally understand why the administrator asked us to find a way to build a bathhouse." Smelling the stinky smell of sweat, Night Ten, who had a little mysophobia, felt like he was going to die because of the smell.

    This game was too hardcore.

    "Why don''t we go to theke and take a bath before going offline?" Old White suggested.

    "I agree... But what about the administrator? It''s almost time to go offline, why hasn''t he returned yet." Gale asked.

    "Maybe he has something else to do."

    "Then how do we let him know the results of ourbor this afternoon?" Night Ten asked quickly.

    Ample Time nced at the nursing home behind him.

    "Don''t worry about it. I have already talked to the robot named Little Seven. It said that it had recorded our results and would report the situation to the administrator truthfully."

    Hearing these words, Night Ten finally felt relieved.

    ...

    Just as the yers went offline, took off their helmets and got ready for a new day, Chu Guang, who was still on Bett Street, carefully removed the stic bucket under the water purifier.

    Bett Street had a public water well, every household having its own water tank. Chu Guang was no exception.

    Except for the "Glowing Rain" which contained radioactive dust, or when the clouds were obviously abnormal, the rain on the wastnd was normally very safe, even safer than the pre-war era''s.

    After all, it had been two hundred years since the decline of civilization. The specialties of the industrial society, such as acid rain and smog, were hard to see here.

    Of course, even so, drinking rainwater directly was not a wise thing.

    After cutting the stic water bottle in the middle, Chu Guang ced ayer of dried pine needles and moss under the mouth of the bottle, and topped it with crushed charcoal ash.

    In this way, a simple water filter waspleted.

    Chu Guang did not know whether graphite could absorb radiation, but in the outer suburbs far away from the nuclear crater, radiation was not the main threat to survival. Diarrhea and dehydration were the only ones.

    He still remembered that in the first month he had just lived here, he had had diarrhea every other day. He didn''t die in the hands of mutants, but he almost shit himself to death.

    "Less than 10L¡­ a drop in the bucket."

    Looking at the bottles and cans in the room, Chu Guang sighed.

    yers had only been here for a few days, but they had almost used all the supplies he had saved.

    Something had to be done.

    At this time, there was a knock on the door.

    Chu Guang got up and walked up to the door. He pulled out thetch and opened the door.

    There, he saw Xiaoyu standing outside with her hands behind her back, staring at him intently with big smoky eyes without speaking.

    Chu Guang, who just wanted to say hello, suddenly remembered what the second son of the Yu family said. He couldn''t help but feel embarrassed.

    Even if there was no Shelter 404, no system, no yers, and he was helpless with the only option left being to try and integrate into the society here... He still couldn''t bring himself to do anything to her.

    She was too skinny. At least, he had to wait for another two years.

    "How can I help?" Chu Guang said calmly.

    Yu Xiaoyu stretched out her arms hidden behind her back.

    At this time, Chu Guang saw that she was holding a small piece of ck cake in her hand. If he was right, it was made from green wheat.

    "My second brother asked me to give it to you, and he told me to tell you that I made it for you." She said word by word slowly...

    It took Chu Guang a long time before he figured out what she was saying. So Yu Hu asked her to give this cake to him.

    "Thanks?"

    "None needed."

    Putting the cake into Chu Guang''s hands, Xiaoyu turned around and ran away, leaving Chu Guang at a loss in the wind....

    Modern world.

    Jinling.

    Taking off the helmet, Yan Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose. He reached out his hand, fumbled for a while on the bedside table, and found the sses to put on.

    After sitting on the side of the bed and brewing for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom.

    The time now was half past five.

    Except for graduate students, few peoplee to the cafeteria at this point. The whole hall was empty, with only a few windows near the door open.

    The aunt of the cafeteria, who was busy behind the window, recognized the regr customer at a nce and greeted him with a big smile.

    "Professor Yan, you are so early today."

    "Mhm, I went to bed early yesterday¡­ Can I have two buns please."

    "The buns have just been steamed, you have to wait a while."

    "No rush."

    Yan Feng took out the meal card and swiped it on the card reader.

    The mist from the steamer was very fragrant.

    Yan Feng liked it very much. It made people feel veryfortable, but unfortunately, it was not friendly to him who was wearing sses.

    Taking off his sses and wiping the mist on them, Yan Feng couldn''t help thinking of his role in Wastnd Online.

    Although his initial strength in the virtual world was slightly inferior, it was still much stronger than him in the real world.

    And the most important thing was that the one in the virtual world was not short-sighted.

    At this time, someone patted his shoulder.

    Yan Feng put on his sses and turned back. It was Professor Wang Haiyang.

    "You have sses in the morning?"

    "No ss, I got up early."

    "I thought those who study physics would sleep veryte at night."

    "That''s untrue. I rarely take my work home." Pushing up his sses, Yan Feng suddenly thought of something. He looked at him and said, "By the way, I want to consult you about something."

    Professor Wang Haiyang raised his eyebrows.

    "Is it about the topic we had yesterday?"

    Yan Feng nodded. "Mhm."

    "Wait a minute, let me ask first, the novel you were talking about, is it a novel you are nning to write yourself?" Professor Wang Haiyang said with a smile, "It''s good for a novel to be usible. But it will be very boring if it is exactly the same as in reality."

    "Actually, it''s not a novel. It''s¡­ a game."

    "Game?"

    "Mhm," Taking the buns from the aunt in the cafeteria, Yan Feng peeled off the stic bag and took a bite. "A game with a post-apocalyptic theme."

    Professor Wang Haiyang became interested and asked.

    "Can you be a little bit more specific?"

    "I don''t know the specifics. The game is currently still in the beta testing stage." Yan Feng paused for a while, "Say, how developed does a society need to be to make cars without power?"

    "No power supply?" Professor Wang Haiyang was stunned, and said with a smile, "Do you want to say that they are using remote power supply technology instead of a fixed power supply?"

    "Is it difficult?" Yan Feng asked.

    "I don''t know if it''s difficult or not, but just from my professional point of view... Wireless power supply technology is not difficult. The difficulty lies in how we obtain clean and cheap energy, even if the energy loss reaches 90% or more, the cost is still eptable."

    Having said this, Professor Wang Haiyang paused, then continued in a joking tone.

    "Apart from the kind of controlled nuclear fusion depicted in science fiction, I can''t think of a better solution."

    Was it nuclear fusion?

    Yan Feng looked thoughtful.

    "I see..."

    It seemed that the background of the story in the Wastnd Online setting was bigger than he imagined.

    There should be many ces worth digging deeper into.

    "When is your novel going to be published? Can you show it to me?" Professor Wang Haiyang joked, "Maybe I can advise you."

    Yan Feng nced at him.

    "I said it''s not a novel."

    "It''s fine, if you say it''s not, then it''s not."

    Taking his breakfast from the aunt in the cafeteria, Wang Haiyang smiled and patted this colleague on the shoulder, "As I still have lessons, I will leave first. Good luck!"

 Chapter 17: It is My Pleasure to Share Your Worries for You!

    Late at night.

    Chu Guang slept restlessly. During this time, he woke up several times, touching the gun hidden in his sleeping bag, and then fell asleep intermittently.

    The shelter was much safer than here, and there was no need to worry about any danger at all, so he suddenly couldn''t adapt to this unstable environment.

    "I''ve lowered my guard too much."

    Chu Guang sighed, and unconsciously touched the gun in the quilt. The thick and long barrel gave him a strong sense of security.

    He couldn''t help but wonder what happened to the yers.

    Although he told Little Seven what it should do when he was away, he was still a little worried.

    After waking up at five o''clock in the morning, Chu Guang couldn''t fall asleep anymore, so he opened his eyes and waited quietly.

    He didn''t get out of the sleeping bag until there was a trace of sunlight outside the window. He put on his clothes and put the steel pipe and the gun that he had just bought on his back.

    This time he went out, estimating that he would note back soon.

    The town mayor''s tax collection forced him to advance his ns for moving, and all preparations had to bepleted before the end of the month.

    If it was not possible to store enough supplies for a hundred people to consume, he would have to wait until February and March next year before proceeding to the next round of testing.

    In that case, he would have to wait through the entire winter.

    Opening the door after finishing packing up his equipment, Chu Guang was about to set off, but he happened to run into the men of the Wang family.

    Wang Defu, who was trying to break into his house yesterday, nced at him without saying a word, but his eyes were a bit provocative.

    Perhaps it was because he was with his father, big brother, and second elder brother along with the hunting tool on his back, but his courage was obviously much bigger than yesterday, which seemed to be a bit unting.

    Of course, Chu Guang would not keep a brat''s provocative action in mind.

    A sixteen-year-old was already a man on Bett Street, but in his eyes, he was just a brat.

    "Hey, don''t die outside."

    Chu Guang ignored him.

    The Wang family''s child was angry, gritting his teeth to the point that his face flushed. The ignorance of this outsider made him feel humiliated.

    However, just as he was about to make further irrational provocations, the eldest brother next to him suddenly put his hand on his shoulder.

    Although still a little angry, Wang Defu quickly became obedient.

    It could be seen that this brat listened to his brother very much.

    Chu Guang nced at the eldest son of the Wang family, the strong man with a burly figure also looking back at him.

    From that person, Chu Guang perceived a slight danger, though it was subtle.

    Interestingly, when observing him, the man''s face clearly showed a hint of surprise, although he hid it carefully.

    Hunter''s intuition¡ª

    This guy was not easy to deal with!

    After a brief moment of eye contact, the two sides quickly moved their gazes away from each other.

    There was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

    After the Wang family walked away, Chu Guang was also ready to set off.

    At this time, a crisp voice came from behind.

    "Be careful on the road."

    Chu Guang stopped and turned back to see Xiaoyu hiding behind the door peeking at him.

    Smiling, Chu Guang said lightly.

    "Mhm, thank you."

    "No need."

    In the blink of an eye, the little girl slipped back into the house and disappeared.

    ...

    At six o''clock in the morning, it was almost dawn.

    The gate of Bett Street slowly opened. The survivors carrying baskets, bows, arrows, short knives, crossbows and, other equipment stepped on the cracked concrete road and the weeds that had sprouted out of the cracks, heading towards the devastated ruins in groups.

    But two hundred years after the war, it was no longer so easy to find good things in the wastnd. asionally, the shells dropped by mercenaries or marauders could even be regarded as treasures.

    Chu Guang didn''t leave the settlement immediately, but spent a while at the gate. After everyone had gone away, he went to the recycling station.

    "I need 7 kilograms of green wheat. Here are 21 chips. I also need tobo leaves for marinating meat... How much can I get for 4 chips?" Chu Guang asked.

    "50g for one chip."

    "Then 100g please."

    Food was the key to development.

    Only by preparing more food could he recruit more yers to work for him.

    It was impossible for the survivors to eat porridge and green wheat everyday. Even if they could handle it, he couldn''t.

    Now with guns, hunting would be much easier than before.

    Chu Guang nned to buy some tobo leaves and process the meat he couldn''t finish eating as preserves for the winter.

    Old Charlie raised his eyes.

    "I remember you just bought five kilograms of green wheat a few days ago."

    "Any problems?" Chu Guang replied casually.

    Old Charlie grinned.

    "No. It''s not a bad thing to have more money."

    Chu Guang, who was nning for the future, suddenly became alert.

    A listener may perceive an unintended meaning in what is said.

    He suddenly realized a problem.

    He hadn''t brought back useful garbage or other gains for a while, but he bought arge amount of supplies twice in a row.

    The town mayor may not have noticed him, who was a nobody, but other people would inevitably have doubts about where he got so much money.

    But Old Charlie didn''t say anything, or maybe he didn''t care at all. He helped him weigh the grain, then smiled and saw him out the door.

    "Too careless..."

    After exiting the gate of Bett Street and turning a corner, Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief, stopped and observed for a while before moving on.

    More than 10 chips were already a huge sum of money for scavengers because they usually couldn''t save money.

    However, twice in a row, he took out a huge sum of more than 20 chips to purchase materials that he could not consume in a short time.

    Old Charlie was kind to him because he was from the shelter, but he worked for the town mayor after all.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang frowned.

    It was a pity that the merchant named Liszt only epted grain and sold Boulder City''s industrial products.

    Perhaps, he should try his luck at Brown Farm.

    ...

    Seven kilograms of green wheat and ten liters of drinking water, plus bullets and equipment weighed more than 20 kilograms, weighing heavily on Chu Guang''s shoulders.

    In addition to moving things, Chu Guang also had to carefully conserve his energy and beware of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

    Even if his muscles contained power that was different from ordinary people, he could only walk a distance and stop for a while, observing the road conditions before moving on.

    The road outside the settlement was not easy to walk, and sometimes one had to bypass the copsed highway or pass through the copsed tall buildings.

    Chu Guang suddenly envied the protagonists in "The Last of Us" and "Dying Light" who could even do parkour in ruins with numerous things on their backs, unlike him who could only walk one step at a time.

    Perhaps¡­¡­

    He should also buy a yak next time?

    But he wondered if that guy Liszt would sell one to him.

    Fortunately, none of the mutants encountered along the way discover him.

    After passing through the ruins and walking along the road for a while, Chu Guang finally arrived at the nursing home in the wend park before 8:30 in the morning.

    However, to Chu Guang''s surprise, when he arrived, he found that all four closed beta yers were already online.

    Not only that, but when he arrived, he noticed other additions outside the wall of the nursing home. There stood four earthen kilns approximately as tall as half a person, and a hemispherical earthen kiln that was a bit taller than a single person.

    ¡®What is it?''

    He didn''t remember giving out the task of building a kiln.

    "Administrator! You finally came back." Looking at the surprised administrator, Ample Time walked up and said with a smile.

    "I stayed out all night," Staring at the stoves intently, Chu Guang even forgot to put down the things he was carrying on his back, "...What''s going on here? Did you encounter mutants or other survivors?"

    "Everything is normal! There have been no idents!"

    Ample Time reported their work to Chu Guang with an excited expression.

    The four half-a-person-tall kilns were used to burn charcoal, and the kiln with a tuyere attached to it was used to calcine the coarse material of cement at a high temperature.

    "We burned the tree bark into nt ash, then added it to the water and stirred it to filter out the potash water in the upperyer, and the remaining paste was squeezed out of the water to obtain calcium hydroxide and calcium carbonate for making cement."

    "Next, we put these raw materials into the tall kiln and burned them until they were orange-red. After mixing them with the sand picked up by the river, we can add water and mix them well, then we''ll get the wood cement!"

    To be honest, Chu Guang was surprised by the hands-on ability of these yers.

    It was not that he had never tried to make cement with wood ash mixed with mud. He also used a method he learned online, but the things he made fell apart as soon as he squeezed it, and it was not useful at all.

    Looking at it now, it turned out that his method was wrong.

    Was the key the kiln and secondary calcination?

    And the purity of wood ash...

    Ample Time''s mouth continued.

    "...We n to use cement to repair the wall of the nursing home! By the way, we also collected the filtered potash water in containers. This thing can be used to tan leather, which is very useful!"

    "You guys... did a good job."

    After thinking about it for a long time, Chu Guang couldn''t figure out how to reward these yers. He could onlye up with such apliment.

    But when Ample Time heard this sentence, he became extremely excited.

    It went up!

    His favorability definitely went up!

    Without missing this opportunity, Ample Time said with a serious face the lines he had thought about all night.

    "For the continuation of civilization!"

    "It is an honor for me to share your worries for you!"

    "..."

    Chu Guang suddenly didn''t know how to face him.

    Compared with him, these yers were too righteous.

    "Well said... for the continuation of civilization and for the future of all of us."

    After coughing, Chu Guang maintained a majestic expression, watching the excited yers and continued on, "I''ll go down to the shelter and put the supplies down, your n is very good... so you can carry on!"

    Ample Time said energetically with his back straight.

    "Yes, Administrator!"

    "Pay attention to rest also, don''t work too hard." Chu Guang exhorted.

    It wasn''t because he felt guilty for asking the yers to do all the work, but because he was worried that these yers would work too hard and overdraw their enthusiasm.

    However, this yer didn''t seem to realize his good intentions. He held his head up to show his loyalty.

    "Serving you is my mission, and this is also my deration under the banner of the Federation of People!"

    Chu Guang almost didn''t hold back when he heard this sentence.

    The deration was fine...

    But did he even know what the g of the Federation of People looked like?

    "... Okay, very energetic, you can carry on."

    Watching the yers trot away, Chu Guang sighed silently in his heart.

    After all, his worries were unnecessary

 Chapter 18: "Obviously I Applied First"

    Since these yers were so hard-working, Chu Guang felt that he should not be too worried about them, it was better to let them y freely.

    After stacking the supplies next to the elevator, Chu Guang returned to the shelter and called out the administrator system. The pop-up window showing the missionpletion soon appeared in front of him.

    [Congrattions forpleting the daily mission: hoarding wood, reward: reward points +2]

    [Congrattions forpleting the daily mission: burning cement, reward: bonus points +5]

    The daily missionspleted added up to 7 bonus points, which was not enough for an intermediate blind box.

    But Chu Guang didn''t mind it.

    His yers had already started to make cement, and now the food reserves had exceeded ten kilograms, so soon he would be able to recruit a few more yers toe in as freebor.

    "System, use all reward points to exchange for the primary blind boxes!"

    The bonus points in Administrator Allowance were instantly cleared.

    The alloy door on the wall opened, and the conveyor belt began to roll, sending out the rewards from the blind box.

    Five lollipops, a piece of chocte with a content of 200g, and a bag of salt with a content of 500g. As before, there was no expiration date and trademark.

    ¡®How much does the first administrator like to eat candies?''

    Looking at the five lollipops and choctes, Chu Guang was speechless for a while.

    But the white salt was a good thing.

    Chu Guang reached out and picked it up, with a look of surprise.

    The salt he could buy on Bett Street was coarse salt shipped from Boulder City. It was sallow, expensive, and of poor quality. The bitter taste could even overwhelm the salty taste.

    This refined salt was usually expensive, and the average survivors simply couldn''t afford it.

    "It would be nice if I could have more!"

    With this amount, it was only enough for making food, but for making bacon or sausage, it was a bit wasteful.

    Of course, it was not a bad choice to trade with coarse salt. It could be reced by at least 10 times or even 20 or 30 times the weight of coarse salt.

    However, there were other risks.

    River Valley province was an ind province.

    Salt could generate a huge profit second only to arms. Without sufficient strength, it was a bit unreasonable to do this business.

    After confirming the reward, Chu Guang then opened the yer list and confirmed the yers'' offline time yesterday and online time today.

    To his surprise, Old White actually leveled up?

    "By cutting down trees, yers can level up?"

    Chu Guang was shocked.

    Previously, the development progress of the gic sequence of these yers was 0, but the development progress of the gic sequence of Old White had increased to 1%.

    The corresponding level was LV1.

    But Chu Guang thought for a while and was relieved.

    The physical work of cutting trees was equivalent to a kind of exercise in itself, plus Old White''s gic sequence was also a strength type, so there was nothing surprising about the development progress.

    After all, yers didn''t have to fight to gain experience.

    Although thetter was a rtively shortcut...

    Turning off the system interface, and sitting in front of theputer in the residents'' lobby, Chu Guang logged into the backend of Wastnd Online''s official website.

    Previously, he had set an application requirement. yers needed to fill in the delivery address and phone number and register an ount to apply for the test qualification. Chu Guang was already prepared for the slow increase or zero increase of the number of applications, but he didn''t expect that, when he opened it today, the original 35 increased to 45.

    ¡®Good heavens.''

    ¡®Are there so many people lurking in the Bull and Horse Club?''

    Surprised, Chu Guang then logged into the Penguin chat software and opened the game group called Bull and Horse Club. After looking through the chat records for a while, he saw some clues.

    It turned out that just yesterday, a host of neers had turned up, and the number of group members had soared from more than a hundred to over two.

    Most of these neers were invited by their group friends to join; many of them were just hopping from one group to another, active in major game groups all the year round.

    Now in the gamingmunity, an urban legend about pletely immersive virtual reality online games" had begun to circte.

    Although most people wouldugh it off after listening to it, there were always one or two who believed and tried their best to find the "Bull and Horse Club" and join it.

    Many people were not sure if the administrators were also involved in this prank, but no matter what, they did have a decent official website.

    ¡ª¡ªHistory chat records¡ª¡ª

    Quit_smoking: [Why are there so many new people in the group suddenly? (Confused.jpg)]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Boss! How do I join the test? Do I need to pay? ]

    Quit_smoking: [Damn? Are you all here on Wastnd Online? (Surprised.jpg)]

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: [The group name can be changed to Wastnd Online yer group. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [There is no need to spend money during the testing phase. But no one knows if it will change in the future. Anyway, you can register an ount and fill out a form to queue up. As for when you will be selected, it depends on how good looking you are... Smh, there are people who actually believe it. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Night Ten brother! Did you go onlinest night? ? ? Is there any new content to be tested? ? ? (Excited)]

    Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night: [Yep, we tried to make cement all night, haha. You can ask Ample Time, I''m going to ss. Bye. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Cement? ? ? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Isn''t it just picking up garbage? ? ? ]

    The group members then chatted for a long time.

    Chu Guang skipped the long list of nonsense and checked Ample Time''s speech.

    There_will_be_ample_time: [To be honest, the realism of this game is beyond my expectations! Unlike most sandbox building games, in Wastnd Online, logs will not turn into timbers by themselves. Synthesizing charcoal is not simply throwing wood into the stove to synthesize with one click. Instead, you need to build a charcoal kiln and burn it. The system method is basically the same as in reality. The same is true for making cement. There is no one-click synthesis workbench. Instead, you need to start making woden ash first. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Holy shi*? So real? ! ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [Yes, it is so real! Thebat system has not been tested yet, but as far as the sandbox is concerned, Old White and I have not found the upper limit of this game yet! ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [Theoretically speaking, all the materials we are currently exposed to can be modified ording to the physical and chemical rules in reality, and these modifications to the map environment will be permanently retained! Will not be refreshed! This is what surprises me the most! ]

    This reminded him of Death Stranding, the "pseudo sandbox game" that was all about building roads.

    But this game was not just about road building. It had more interactive content than the pixel-style "minecraft", but the graphics were even more realistic than the photography-quality racing game "Forza Horizon 4".

    Especially the immersive experience.

    He had never seen anything like it before.

    In a word, he waspletely blown away by this game!

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [LMAO. If it is that realistic, this lord can definitely build Jinling City on the wastnd. ]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [I don''t believe it either! Too unbelievable. ]

    White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Stop bragging, you''ll know when you enter the game. This game is the most realistic I have ever seen. You will need to get all the materials yourself, and it does not support any AFK farming bots. In other games, you can turn on the farming bots and leave your characters in the game for a night to farm monsters automatically, but ying this game, you have to do everything by yourself! You will get tired even just by chopping the trees. ]

    Level_8_Gale: [Indeed, I have experienced this. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Damn it. After hearing what you said, I really want to y this game! Oh Brother Light, I know you are peeping at the screen, so I''m begging you, please give me a chance! ! ! ]

    Chu Guang continued to scroll down the chat history.

    The administrators and the group owner who had obtained the qualifications for testing were basically praising the game non-stop, saying that it was the best game of the year, etc.

    There were also some yers who couldn''t wait interrupting from time to time and saying things like, "Hundred thousand yuan for a qualification ount," or "One hundred thousand is too little, I will give one hundred million (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)" or something.

    Then, the group of friends talked about Man vs. Wild.

    It may be that they were interested in the gamey described by [There_will_be_ample_time], many yers who did not believe that the "fully immersive virtual reality online game" really existed, had also participated in the discussion and even made suggestions.

    Among them, Chu Guang was most interested in a group member whose ID was [WC_really_has_mosquitoes].

    Looking at the time of joining the group, this old brother had only recently joined the group and was a neer.

    Others were all talking about every aspect of the game, but he talked about the eighteen uses of wood in a serious manner.

    Burning charcoal and making furniture were the most basic uses he had mentioned.

    In addition, he had also mentioned the "dry distition" of wood.

    The specific principle was that in the process of baking wood to make carbon in a closed container, arge amount ofbustible gas and flue gas rich in various organic chemicalponents would be released.

    Theseplex mixtures were collectively referred to as "scorched wood" and were the chemical precursors of many chemical products¡ªuntil coal tar and petroleum became widely used.

    ording to this brother''s description, by filtering the collected condensate, a water-like solutionposed of acetic acid, acetone, and methanol, as well as a thick tar-like residue, could be obtained.

    Both wereplex mixtures, but both could be fractionated to extract different organic chemicalponents.

    Not to mention acetic acid and methanol, acetone was a good thing, not only could it be used as an organic solvent, it could also be utilized to make smokeless gunpowder!

    When Chu Guang saw this, he was shocked.

    "This guy is in the chemical industry?"

    He subconsciously clicked on the person''s avatar, and then clicked his online profile.

    His profile was unlocked, so it was easy to check. And yet, there was nothing rted to chemicals on his profile, there were only s for furniture and building materials.

    Okay¡­¡­

    It seemed to be a furniture seller.

    Knowing so much about wood was probably the result of it being the object of his interest.

    However, his knowledge maye in handy.

    Chu Guang thought for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He decided to privately message the guy.

    "Hi, are you interested in joining the closed beta?"

    It was nine o''clock in the morning in the wastnd, and Country Hua in the parallel world should be nine o''clock in the evening.

    Sure enough, the old brother named [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] sent a question mark.

    [? ]

    [Who are you? ]

    Chu Guang typed.

    [I''m the game designer of Wastnd Online. ]

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: [Holy shit? ! You are the game designer? ]

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: [Brother, how can I get in? Do you need money? I have no money. ]

    Chu Guang exined patiently.

    [No need to spend money, just fill in a form, I will send you the link. ]

    Though full of doubts, WC_really_has_mosquitoes still clicked on the link and filled in the address and phone number on the application page of the official website.

    But he exercised caution while filling in the necessary details. That was, instead of his t number, he wrote the reception''s address of themunity where he lived.

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: [Then what? What else do I need to do? ]

    Light: [Send me the application number, I will mark it for you on the backend system, and I will notify you when it goes online in three days. ]

    It would take three days to make a clone.

    Just when Chu Guang started thinking about what other talents he needed for the outpost now that he had a carpenter, the group suddenly exploded with messages.

    After opening the group chat, it turned out that [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] went to show off in the group right after he filled in the form.

    [Hahahaha, brothers, I got the qualification for the beta test!]

    Quit_smoking: [WTF?! ]

    Quit_smoking: [Why! Obviously I applied first! Q.Q]

    The group was bombarded with messages in an instant.

    What exploded at the same time was Chu Guang''s inbox.

    Looking at the long series of small red dots, Chu Guang''s hair stood on end. Knowing that he couldn''t hide anymore, he quickly came out to exin.

    Light: [Be patient, everyone. The closed beta is also for your future gaming experience. At this stage, we need to test whether the game''s various systems areplete, so we need some yers with special knowledge to act as guinea pigs. ]

    Quit_smoking: [I can also be a guinea pig! I have been driving for seven years! Q.Q]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [Tsk, so what if you have seven years of driving experience, I can even drive an excavator! ]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [Don''t quarrel, didn''t you find that this WC_really_has_mosquitoes only joined the group yesterday? Maybe it''s the administrator''s alt ount! What a totally immersive virtual reality game? It''s all fake! ]

    No_one_understands_love: [The online profile does not look like an alt ount...]

    Quit_smoking: [Brother Light! I''m begging you! Give it a chance! ]

    Light: [... Wait a few more days. A hundred qualifications will be released in a few days, believe me, everyone has a chance! ]

    The members of the group became excited.

    Chu Guang tried to calm the emotions of the group members, but found that it was useless. At this moment, other administrators were still in the game, and he couldn''t control it at all.

    ¡®I can''t let it continue like this¡­''

    ¡®Maybe, I should release another qualification?''

    Chu Guang touched his chin and started thinking.

    Anyway, the food in the base had been stored up to more than ten kilograms. Now that he had a gun, he could also start hunting, so having two more people would not be a problem...

    ¡®That''s right, food!''

    Chu Guang''s eyes suddenly lit up, and he typed words on the keyboard.

    Light: [By the way, we stillck a chef. ]

    Light: [Testing the cooking system. ]

    What Chu Guang didn''t expect was that after he sent this news, the messages popped up even after in the group.

    Not everyone knew woodworking, but the threshold for chefs was too low.

    Who didn''t know how to make a dish or two nowadays?

    Anyone who had a hand would know how to do it.

    Regardless of whether it was true or false, the old brothers in the group kept bragging about their abilities. Messages like "I can fry a te of Kung Pao chicken with my eyes closed" and "Even my dog can also do that" all came out. They almost called themselves the reincarnation of the God of Cookery.

    In order to qualify for the testing, this group ofizens also did everything they could, but Chu Guang didn''t know what to do.

    ¡®How should I choose?''

    The argumentsted for half an hour until an old brother published his chef certificate.

    This thing was indeed more convincing than bragging.

    Chu Guang immediately announced the ownership of the sixth qualification. After asking for the application number in a private message, he went offline at the speed of light

 Chapter 19: The Ambition of the Construction Leader

    "Wuwu, master, you finally came to look for me."

    The ¡®wuwu'' noise was the sound of wheels moving across the concrete floor.

    After returning to the surface, Chu Guang first went to the third floor of the nursing home.

    He originally nned to find Little Seven to determine the situation, but before he even reached the window, he saw the paper bin moving towards him pitifully.

    Chu Guang looked at it dumbfounded, not knowing what happened to it."What''s the matter?"

    "Little Seven has only one bar battery left."

    ¡®Oh, I thought it was something else.''

    ¡®Wait¡­¡­''

    Chu Guang: "Where can I find a ce for you to recharge?"

    Little Seven: "I have a wireless charging port on my body, I just need to go back to the shelter for a while!"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    ¡®No wonder I haven''t found a socket in the shelter and theputer without a mainframe on the table also never runs out of battery. It turns out to be high-tech.''

    ¡®Although wireless charging is not really high-tech.''

    Lifting the paper bin-shaped robot, Chu Guang walked downstairs.

    After obediently retracting its bottom wheels, Little Seven suddenly blurted out.

    "By the way, master."

    "What''s wrong?"

    "I suddenly remembered that the power system of our shelter seems to be powered by a nuclear fusion reactor core."

    "Nuclear fusion?"

    "Mhm, so the electric energy in it can be used for a long, long time."

    "Oh, that''s a good thing." Chu Guang replied absentmindedly. He was already thinking about how to steal the electricity inside.

    Little Seven continued.

    "Although, this may not be a good thing."

    Chu Guang''s thoughts were interrupted by this sentence, and he, who was walking down the stairs, stopped.

    "What do you mean?"

    "Because it is now 2340. Compared with the year when the shelter was built, it''s already been a long, long time..."

    "What?!"

    Chu Guang asked hurriedly.

    "What will happen if the electricity runs out?"

    However, Little Seven''s reply made him almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

    "I have no idea."

    "You have no idea???"

    How could it have no answer to such an important question!

    Wasn''t there an emergency n???

    Little Seven spoke cautiously.

    "Because ording to the n... this shelter should have opened a hundred years ago, but I don''t know why it was dyed for a whole century."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn''t speak, Little Seven continued to speakfortingly.

    "In fact, you don''t need to be too pessimistic. The power room of Shelter 404 should be on the third floor of the shelter. As long as you unlock that floor and rece the fuel rods in time, then everything will be fine."

    Chu Guang almost wanted to scream.

    "Where am I going to get nuclear fusion fuel rods!"

    They were 211 years in The Wastnd Era.

    Little Seven: "Uh, there is always a way, right?"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    In any case, he couldn''t take out his anger on electronic products.

    That would be too pathetic.

    Chu Guang put Little Seven by the elevator and watched the paper bin robot roll back slowly.

    Chu Guang felt a little irritable, but he also knew that it was useless to be anxious at this time, and the problems had to be solved one by one.

    In the short term, there should not be a big problem with electricity. Even if the opening of the shelter was dyed for a century, it had not been running in the past century. It should have been operating in an energy-saving mode. Maybe the remaining electricity could be used for decades.

    In contrast, he should be more worried about theing winter.

    There was not much time left for him to prepare...

    Leaving the nursing home, Chu Guang arrived in front of the cement kiln and found that the yers were energetically busy and had already started the second cement kiln.

    There were also eight smaller ones for making charcoal neatly erected next to them.

    It seemed like they were going to skip the agricultural age and leap directly into industrialization!

    Chu Guang was overjoyed.

    It was all thanks to his wit and management!

    Seeing the administratoring, Old White wiped the dust off his face, excited like a kid. He stood up and said.

    "Administrator!"

    "Mhm, I went down to the basement earlier... Are these your ideas?" Chu Guang asked when he looked at the earthen cement kilns behind him.

    "It''s everyone''s hard work!"

    "You don''t have to be modest, I can see it, the organization will remember your contributions!"

    Old White looked excited.

    Wasn''t this what he was waiting for!

    Especially the second half sentence.

    "...In addition, on behalf of the organization, I will give each of you 1,000 contribution points as amendation for unlocking cement and building materials. And from now on, you will be the construction leader of the shelter outpost!"

    "You are free to use your creativity to design and build our outpost within the scope of nning."

    It would''ve been great if there was a "ding~" sound effect at this time.

    That must be cool.

    Or at least, a pop-up window that could show reward prompts in the eyes of yers.

    Unfortunately, there was nothing like that.

    But even so, even these kinds of verbal promises andpliments made Old White excited.

    Achievement!

    ss!

    And, favorability!

    It seemed that the hidden system of this game was richer than he had imagined!

    "Dear administrator! I will do my best to build our home as much as I can!"

    The other three yers all looked at him with envy.

    Although everyone had obtained contribution points, it was obvious that Old White, who got the position of "leader of construction", received the most benefit.

    Having the permission to freely construct facilities? What kind of construction team leader was this? It was clearly the director of the nning office of Wastnd Online!

    The awesomeness of this ss was off the chart, alright!

    Looking at the excited Old White, Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said.

    "Very well, now I need you to tell me your n."

    "Yes!"

    Old White stood with his back straight and began to report.

    ording to Old White, after going offline yesterday, he conducted a field survey of the actual cement factory and asked the workers in the factory. He learned that adding iron powder to the cement could get stronger and more durable cement.

    Talking about content outside the game in-game seemed to be automatically ignored by the NPC. Seeing that the administrator did not respond, Old White went directly to the topic.

    Considering that there was rusty steel everywhere on the wastnd, he mixed the collected iron rust with charcoal, used thetter as a reducing agent to make iron by calcination, and then calcinating the smelted iron g together with wooden ash cement.

    Although this seemed to increase the production cost of cement, the cement produced in this way could be used to make cement kilns that were more durable, resistant to high temperatures, and had greater output.

    "It is impossible to producerge quantities of cement by relying on these earth kilns, so I n to put all the cement produced in the early stage into the construction of production facilities to further increase the output of cement!"

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

    "That''s a good idea, but... how much cement can be produced by just using bark?"

    Just now, Chu Guang noticed that not only had the pile of logs they cut down been stripped of its bark, but so had the trees near the nursing home been almost stripped naked by these survivors.

    They didn''t even let the stumps go!

    Old White had obviously considered this question and replied confidently.

    "Because of this, we need a more professional cement kiln... the kind that can produce a high temperature of 1450 degrees! This way, we can make calcium carbonate cement by burning limestone and y,pletely recing the raw material of wooden ash!"

    Wooden ash cement containing potassium and sodium was not the most ideal building material, but it was a good substitute when conditions did not permit it.

    After being appointed as the construction team leader, Old White suddenly had greater ambitions.

    What he saw was no longer just a wall, or a certain building of the nursing home.

    It was the whole wastnd.

    He wanted to transform this world into what he had in mind!

    "You have aprehensive consideration, so you can follow your n."

    Chu Guang nodded, then looked at the other three yers.

    "In the next few days, two neers will end their dormancy and join our advanced team. I n to host a small banquet to wee them, so I need to get some game back... I can''t treat them to porridge."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

    "Who wants to go hunting with me?"

    As soon as his voice fell, two people raised their hands in a swish.

    Chu Guang was stunned.

    Goodness, even the construction leader he just appointed raised his hand!

    "Ahem, we don''t need so many people... Night Ten, you are a Perception-type, so youe with me."

    "Yes! Administrator!"

    Night Ten bowed with excitement, and under the envious eyes of the three yers, swaggered to stand next to the administrator.

    Chu Guang looked at the other three yers and said seriously.

    "Your mission is also very important. Cement is the top priority for the development of the outpost. We have enough wood for the time being, so the logging work can be stopped for a while. I need you to fully produce cement. Can it be done?"

    Although it was a pity that they could not go hunting with Administrator, the three yers still obediently followed his arrangement.

    "Yes, we willplete the mission!"

    ¡®Very good.''

    ¡®As expected of my appointed yers!''

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the woods south of the nursing home with the Night Ten who was grinning from ear to ear

 Chapter 20: Mutant Human Tribe!

    Before leaving Linghu Wend Park, Chu Guang first took Night Ten to the mutant leech nest near the parking lot.

    "Those mushrooms, we found them there." Night Ten pointed to the broken concrete pipe not far ahead.

    "Fortunately, you didn''t go in." Chu Guang patted Night Ten on the shoulder and continued on, "Let''s go. That is not our goal today."

    It was said that leeches could be used as medicine, but he didn''t know if mutant leeches had the same effect.

    The two carefully avoided the mutant leeches'' nest, the lush vegetation, and the concrete ruins, walking in the sun as much as possible.

    They walked towards the east for a while.

    Looking at the viaducts and residential buildings ahead, Night Ten who was following Chu Guang couldn''t help asking.

    "Aren''t we going hunting?"

    "Yes."

    "Then why are we getting further and further away from the forest?"

    "The forest is in front of us."

    "?"

    Chu Guang did not exin much. He silently took off the iron barrel rifle from his back, loaded the bullet into the barrel, and his aura instantly changed.

    Not far away from them was a broken viaduct.

    The traces of the years on the moss-covered concrete load-bearing column were hidden by the shadow of the green nts.

    A mouse as big as a washbasin was drinking the muddy water in the gutter and stone pit, and when it found that two uninvited guests had broken in, it rushed to one side of the area.

    Night Ten''s head jerked, his pupils slightly dted, reeling back in shock.

    Behind the broken viaduct were tall buildings covered with vines and moss. The thick roots pierced the cracked concrete ground and the tree trunks rose up in the middle of the road, overturning the car and bus stations that had long since been turned into iron g.

    In this green hell, there was a lot of vitality, along with a hidden murderous intent that wanted to swallow everything.

    The world in front of his eyes was too shocking, every frame looking like an artist''s realistic interpretation of a post-apocalyptic world. So much so that Night Ten even forgot that this was the "game world".

    At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Chu Guang''s words.

    Here was the real forest...

    "We have to be careful from here."

    While talking, Chu Guang released the safety of the iron-barreled rifle and explored step by step.

    Although this could only be regarded as the northern outskirts of Qingquan City and was far from the core city, they still could not let their guard down.

    High-rise residential buildings, sewers, three-dimensional gardens, parking lots, drone hives, CNC nting towers, maic levitation stations and many more things...

    All man-made miracles had be natural greenhouses and seedbeds after being abandoned by civilization.

    After the nuclear war, there was indeed a long cold winter on thisnd, but it onlysted less than half a century.

    The force of nature reversed everything.

    The first to fall was the high-rise buildings. Moss started to creep up along the backlit sides, eroded upward, and eventually covered their whole bodies.

    And those non-high-rise buildings were not spared either.

    In those years of human decline, only a few pouring rains and a sultry summer could make this a paradise for the barbaric growth of fungi and angiosperms.

    They provided abundant food for wild animals.

    After the urban drainage system was paralyzed, the freshwater resources in the urban area were even more abundant than the Linghu Lake next to it.

    Wild animals and out-of-control poultry began to migrate from forests,kes, and farms to cities with a morefortable living environment. Under the triple effect of radioactive materials, gic weapons, and time, they evolved into fierce, bloodthirsty creatures.

    They were collectively called mutants!

    Of course¡­¡­

    There was much more danger here than that.

    They walked cautiously along the side of 76th Street for a while, and the surroundings were quiet. As Night Ten was thinking about where the mutants had gone, Chu Guang''s voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

    "We got a situation."

    In front of a scrapped car, Chu Guang suddenly stopped.

    Night Ten recovered immediately, stopped, and looked around nervously, but saw nothing.

    "What happened?"

    Chu Guang looked solemn.

    "There are traces of survivors'' activities."

    "Other survivors?!" Night Ten froze, lowering his voice like Chu Guang, but couldn''t hide the excitement in his tone, "Are they the aboriginal people on the wastnd?"

    Finally meeting other NPCs!

    He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

    Chu Guang nced at him, knowing what he was thinking.

    "You don''t need to be so excited, this is not something to be happy about."

    "Why?"

    "Because in such a ce, strangers are more dangerous than mutants."

    Without exining much to him, Chu Guang knelt down and found a string of cans strung with wire behind the scrapped wheels.

    The aluminum can was opened outwards, and it looked like something had exploded from the damaged section, and there was still a faint smell of rotten eggs.

    "Excessive sulphur gunpowder, as well as pushpins and iron pieces..."

    Chu Guang frowned.

    Mutant humans?

    Or marauders?

    Generally, survivors would not deploy tripwire mines near settlements.

    It was hard to hurt mutants with a sensitive sense of smell with this kind of thing, so in other words, it was for humans.

    Judging from the residual scent, the explosion time should''ve been short, at most five hours or less.

    Chu Guang turned his head and asked.

    "When you came out of the shelter, did you hear the explosion from the east?"

    Night Ten shook his head nervously.

    "No."

    "Wait for me here."

    Looking at Chu Guang who put down the can and got up, Night Ten asked anxiously.

    "Where are you going?"

    "Checking the situation ahead."

    "I can go with you¡ª"

    "You stay here."

    Night Ten wanted to insist, but after seeing the look in Chu Guang''s eyes, he stopped and finally nodded slowly.

    The pressure from this man''s eyes made him feel that the NPC in front of him was not joking, maybe he would really be kicked off the line...

    After instructing Night Ten to hide next to the old car, Chu Guang put away the gun, pulled out the sharpened steel pipe from his back, and sneaked into the building on the side of the street shortly.

    Although he did intend to use this yer as bait when he came out, the situation was different now.

    What he faced now were other survivors, most likely marauders or mutant human tribes. The bait had lost its meaning, and it would only serve to alert them.

    Chu Guang''s expression was solemn, and he clenched the steel pipe in his hand tightly.

    The straight-line distance from Linghu Wend Park to here was at most 1 km. It was too close to Shelter 404!

    Especially now that the yers were engaged in production. Even if the smoke and sound generated were partially blocked by nts and concrete barriers, they would be discovered by people here sooner orter.

    This was a hidden threat.

    Chu Guang was ready to eliminate this threat.

    Once he judged that the other party may pose a threat, he would do it without hesitation.

    In the ten-story building along the street, the safe passage was very narrow, and the small space was covered with moss.

    Fortunately, there were no particrly dangerous mutants here.

    After arriving at the fifth floor, a few fat mutant rats scurried about. Probably because they felt that they had numbers, they bared their teeth at Chu Guang aggressively.

    If Chu Guang ran away with his back to them, they would have swarmed up already. But this intruder was not afraid at all, so that they who were timid dared not act rashly, and only dared to tentatively snarl.

    Chu Guang was already used to this.

    Without saying anything, Chu Guang directly thrust the pipe forward, piercing the nearest mutant rat and immediately killed one.

    Seeing that this guy was so fierce, the rats immediately fled, rushing to the entrance of the floor and disappeared into the shadows.

    "It doesn''t seem to be a rat den."

    "It should only be about ten or twenty..."

    If there were a little more, these guys would''ve been difficult to deal with.

    Swarms of mutant rats would be tricky even if they were heavily armed mercenaries, not to mention he who only had an iron-barreled rifle.

    Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief and shook the fat mouse and the blood stains off the sharp steel pipe.

    After arriving directly at the tenth floor, Chu Guang used the steel pipe as a crowbar, pried open the rusty door panel, and entered the rooftop.

    The wind on the roof was strong.

    He walked to the rusty water tank and looked towards the residentmunity in the east. What he saw confirmed his conjecture.

    In the open space in the middle of the concrete building, there stood a wooden camp, with rags and construction waste blocking the outside view.

    The survivors'' strongholds on the wastnd were roughly divided into two types. One was to live directly in a house that did not copse after the war, and the other was to set up a camp on the ruins or open space, depending on the surrounding conditions.

    Marauders living in urban areas usually lived in buildings, rarely building such primitive dwellings and fortifications.

    Only mutant humans with an average height of two meters and a weight of more than 150kgs could build such a wooden shack when there was clearly a ready-made house that could be used.

    The wooden stakes at the entrance of the camp were sharpened, like wild beast fangs, with a few broken corpses clumsily draped on them, and the ground was covered with dried blood.

    They eat everything.

    Not just fungi, the fruits of nts, and even the meat of mutant flies, rats, and cockroaches.

    Of course, their favorite food was¡ª

    Two-legged humans.

    Looking at both sides of the street, Chu Guang saw a mutant sentry carrying a metal longbow on the roof of the shops at the end of No. 76 Street.

    Its green skin resembled the Orcs in the fantasy movie, and it was, in fact. as strong, savage, ruthless and bloodthirsty as them.

    It was two meters tall and its muscles were wrapped in armor made of metal trash. Chu Guang could even see the "second half price" on the billboard that served as a breastte.

    The two turned-out steel bars iid on the shoulder pads of the armor were directly detached from a bicycle''s handlebars. Those things had a miraculous effect in dealing with melee weapons'' attacks, and it could jam a chainsaw or an axe.

    It could be said to be quite cyberpunk.

    If Chu Guang and Night Ten continued to move forward just now until they reached the intersection, at most, they would be ambushed by the mutant sentry!

    Thinking of this, a wave of lingering fear washed over him.

    Chu Guang''s Adam''s apple moved lightly. He shifted his gaze and continued to look at the mutant camp in the residentialmunity in the east.

    Due to too many obstructions, he couldn''t see how many people were inside. He could only roughly judge from the scale of the camp based on experience. The number of mutant humans should be between 20 and 30.

    "A small mutant colony..."

    Chu Guang''s expression gradually became solemn.

    These guys were not easy to deal with!

    At almost the same time, a light blue system pop-up window appeared in his field of vision.

    [Mission: Destroy the mutant human tribe located on 76th Street.

    Type: Sideline

    Reward: 200 reward points]

    ¡®Wait--''

    ¡®Can tasks be even triggered outside of the shelter?!''

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment and immediately tried to call out to the system, but there was no response.

    The light blue mission pop-up window disappeared, as if it was never there in the first ce.

    It originally seemed that the system could only be called out near the shelter, but missions could now be triggered anywhere outside the shelter?

    But¡­¡­

    These two hundred reward points were a bit ridiculous.

    Without any hesitation, Chu Guang immediately put away his weapon. He went downstairs, returned to Ning Ten, and quickly left the area with a dumbfounded Night Ten.

    That was a 200-point reward!

    The sideline mission for summoning a hundred yers was only given 100 points, but this reward was given 200. Obviously, this mission was not so easy toplete.

    Maybe there was a big trap inside!

    Chu Guang was not stupid.

    He wouldn''t be fooled so easily.

    "Administrator, what did you see?" Looking at Chu Guang who finally stopped, the panting Night Ten couldn''t help but ask.

    Chu Guang, who stood still to rest, answered casually.

    "It''s a camp for mutant humans."

    "Then we... just leave?"

    "Otherwise, do you suggest we fight with them? Then get eaten by them?" Chu Guang nced at him, "Think with your head, we only have one gun."

    Not to mention that only one person between them could fight.

    Night Ten closed his mouth and said nothing.

    He hadn''t reacted just now. He''d previously thought that the mutant humans were the NPCs of this game. Now he''s heard the Administrator say that these mutant humans should be a hostile force?

    And cannibals...

    After secretly remembering this information, Night Ten nned to share it with other yers after returning.

    "It''s not a good idea to provoke the beasts now. We need to be more prepared and then defeat them in one fell swoop, so we can get it done once and for all."

    Chu Guang cursed as he walked away.

    "Such bad luck... The mutant human''s camp is on 76th Street, directly opposite the east gate of the park."

    "In any case, we have to be careful!"

    ...

    The original hunting route could only be changed!

    Chu Guang took the Night Ten around 76th Street, walked about one mile north along the viaduct out of the city, and found an abandoned construction site.

    The area of the construction site was veryrge, and it should have previously been a real estate that had just started construction. One of the buildings covered 17 or 18 floors, and the otherrge pits should be foundations that had been dug.

    Most of the equipment used in the construction had been scrapped and the tower crane had been smashed into the unfinished building, forming a slope.

    It could be seen that the quality of this house was still good.

    Even the crane tower was knocked down by the shock wave of the nuclear explosion, but the concrete building was left with only a gap from the smash, and the main structure was not even damaged.

    The steel piled on the construction site had been corroded, and the cement in the bag had also been hydrated and deteriorated, making it no longer usable.

    However, what was surprising was that Chu Guang found a lot of unused blue-gray stones here!

    Chu Guang recognized it at a nce. This thing was limestone... If he remembered correctly, it was mainlyposed of calcium carbonate, which could be used as a raw material for cement.

    "Good stuff!"Chu Guang was overjoyed in his heart. He took out the map, and made a mark on it.

    He would have no problem building two buildings if he could smelt all these limestone into cement.

    As long as Old White unlocked the technology to make calcium carbonate into cement, they would not have to worry about raw materials for cement for a long time in the future!

 Chapter 21: Hostile Forces! New Intelligence Unlocked!

    Around three o''clock noon.

    Chu Guang took Night Ten and the game from the hunt and returned to the outpost of shelter 404...

    The results of the exploration this time were quite satisfactory. Although the two mutant hyenas looked thinner, they both weighed 20 to 25kgs.

    As one of the main sources of meat for survivors on the wastnd, mutant hyenas were the most cost-effective prey. The meat it could provide was more than ten times that of mutant rats, and there were a lot of them. They often appeared in groups of three to five. The most important thing was that the risk of food poisoning was not too high.

    It was just that, in the absence of guns, it was difficult for ordinary scavengers to defeat such mutants that moved in groups with cold weapons.

    "Two mutant hyenas, and... one good news and one bad news," Chu Guang said, after dropping the game at the entrance of the nursing home, and as he watched the oing yers.

    Old White took the lead in asking questions.

    "What''s the good news?"

    Chu Guang replied.

    "The good news is that there is an unfinished construction site in the northeast of the wend park along the viaduct all the way out of the city to the north. We found arge amount of limestone used for construction there, which should have been desulfurized. There are also some abandoned trolleys. We should be able to use them after some simple repair."

    An expression of joy appeared on Old White''s face, and his fists were clenched in excitement.

    "That''s great!"

    He had been worried that he could not find the raw materials for refining calcium carbonate cement. He did not expect that this problem would be solved so quickly.

    And these were also ready-made materials!

    However, Ample Time, standing next to him, felt that things were not that simple.

    "What about the bad news?"

    Chu Guang continued.

    "The main east gate of the Wend Park, proceeding along 76th Street, is a camp for mutant humans. It is roughly estimated that the number is more than twenty."

    The three yers looked at each other and did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

    Seeing the confusion of hispanions, Night Ten hurriedly added an exnation.

    "Mutant humans are hostile forces! They are powerful inbat, and, most importantly, they are cannibals. So we must be careful!"

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "Yes, he is correct."

    Even after hearing this, the three yers were not afraid. Instead, they showed eager expressions, but Chu Guang quickly poured a bucket of cold water on their excitement.

    "Those mutant humans are not something we can deal with right now. Their levels must be at least 10 or above. Rushing toe into contact with them will not only get yourself killed, but will also expose our position."

    "From now on, everyone is prohibited from approaching 76th Street and going out from the east gate of the wend park until the threat is lifted!"

    ...

    The yers were quite obedient.

    Although they were curious about what the mutant humans looked like, since the administrator who had GM authority said so, they did not dare to disobey the order.

    Being kicked out of the game was a small matter, what if his Favorability towards them was reduced? That would not be good at all.

    After briefly inspecting the results of the morning''sbor, Chu Guang concentrated on how to deal with the game that he had just hunted.

    Although he had eaten this stuff before, he had only bought it at the barbecue stall on Bett Street. He had never handled this kind of stuff himself.

    Chu Guang only heard that the newly captured game needed to be bled immediately, otherwise the meat would be fishy and smelly. As for how to bleed them, and what to do after bleeding, he was not quite certain.

    In the previous five months, he mainly earned chips by picking up rubbish, and he didn''t have much hunting experience.

    After all, hunting was too dangerous for solo travelers.

    In short, after killing the game, he cut open its main artery. But somehow he felt that the blood was still not drainedpletely.

    While Chu Guang was thinking about it, Gale walked towards him.

    "Dear administrator."

    "Is there a problem?"

    "Can you give me some blood from the prey?"

    "Blood? What do you want that thing for?" Chu Guang asked.

    Gale exined.

    "I want to verify some conjectures. I need to use them."

    Chu Guang didn''t think much. Holding a short knife, he chopped off a front leg from the mutant hyena in front of him, and threw it into Gale''s hand.

    "Take it."

    "Thank you!"

    After Gale thanked him, he left mysteriously.

    Although Chu Guang was curious, he didn''t ask much.

    Around the evening, the yers returned to the nursing home one by one. By looking at the expression on Old White''s face, he knew that today''s gain must not have been small.

    Chu Guang wanted to inquire, but before he could ask, Old White couldn''t wait to speak.

    "Dear administrator, under your wise guidance, the cement kiln at the outpost has been, basically,pleted. When the cement is air-dried tomorrow, we can start producing the first batch of cement!"

    "Very good."

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly and encouragingly.

    "Thanks to you, we are one step closer to the great goal of rejuvenating the Federation of People! I hope you continue to work hard and the organization will remember your contributions."

    Chu Guang felt that he was bing more and more proficient in giving them empty promises.

    However, the yers didn''t seem to care whether he was giving empty promises, it seemed that they had explored new pleasures from thebor of rebuilding their homes.

    To put it bluntly, wasn''t this what the sandbox games were supposed to be?

    It was part of the fun to watch the home be better a little bit. In addition, it was also a lucky thing to be able to experience this epoch-making immersive virtual reality technology first.

    Of course, Chu Guang was happy that these yers could enjoy it.

    Shelter was too poor now, and he really couldn''t give them any substantial rewards, so he could only give them empty promises for the time being.

    ...

    After going offline...

    The Bull and Horse Club became noisy again.

    Recently, many night owls in the group seemed to have changed their active time.

    Headed by the "Quit Smoking" brother, the people who used to be active at night got up at five o''clock in the morning just to read the feedback of the group administrators.

    Night Ten: [Mutant humans! New forces update! The administrator has encountered a mutant colony on 76th Street! The mutant humans are hostile forces is confirmed! ]

    Night Ten, who was the first to go offline, couldn''t wait to chat in the group first, igniting the enthusiasm of people in the group.

    [Mutant humans?! What do they look like? ]

    [Why haven''t the official website been updated yet? ]

    [Noice! Since there is a hostile force, and the open beta should not be far away! ]

    [God damn it, I really want to y! ]

    A series of messages exploded in the group.

    Night Ten continued typing.

    [I don''t know what they look like, I haven''t seen them either! But don''t be so impatient, the official website will definitely update the information about mutant humans, and I am also waiting for news! ]

    Quit_smoking: [How about the other three people? Why are you the only one online today? ]

    Night Ten: [I don''t know! It seems that Skinny Biatch has gone to study cement. Gale should have a ss in the morning. I don''t know about Ample Time, this guy has always been quite mysterious. ]

    (Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night has been muted by the group owner for 1 hour.)

    Old White: [I told you to stop calling me Skinny Biatch! (Anger)]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [Hahaha, he is asking for it! ]

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: [Excited... I just need to wait for two more days, then this uncle will be able to participate in the test! ]

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: [+1 (funny.jpg)]

    Quit_smoking: [Admin, please mute these two show-off fc**ers too! It''s so hateful! Obviously, I applied first! QQ]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [s, you guys are hopeless. ]

    Even now, this old brother named "This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do" still didn''t believe in the nonsense of pletely immersive virtual reality online games," let alone "100% real."

    He and his fans still believed unswervingly that this was a prank pulled by the administrators.

    "There_will_be_ample_time" did not go online in the group today, but on the official website forum, he updated today''s in-game experience¡ª¡ª

    [Today is the third day of the closed test. The charcoal kiln provided us with arge amount of coal, and with the sessful production of wooden ash cement, we built arger cement kiln under the leadership of Skinny Biatch. If the trial production is sessful tomorrow, we will obtain more reliable building materials to build our home. ]

    [I have to give a round of apuse to the production team. The experience this game brings to me is something that none of the games sold on the market so far can give to me. Especially when the cement kiln ispleted, the sense of aplishment thates with it is simply overwhelming and irresistible! ]

    [There is not much content tested today, mainly testing the sandbox system of the game. ]

    [However, it is worth noting that the administrator revealed to us today that there is a mutant human tribe at the end of 76th Street, which has been determined to be a hostile force. All yers need to be careful to avoid it. However, the administrator did not disclose more information about the mutant humans. As of now, the official website hasn''t update the mutant human photos either, maybe the plot hasn''t been developed yet. ]

    [If there is new information, I will update all the Wastnd Survivors in the post as soon as possible, and please continue to pay attention to this post! ]

    "Wastnd Survivors" was what the beta yers called themselves.

    Although there were only about forty people now, these people were all active¡ªeven avid users, and so, in a short while, there were already dozens of replies.

    Chu Guang nced at the screen silently, and did not participate in the discussion among the yers.

    However, he still took notes of some good opinions, and marked some yers with special thoughts on the backend of the website.

    If there was a new yer recruitment n, these highly loyal users were the top priority, and those who liked toin and make a fuss would be given the least priority. Rather than let theme in and make trouble, it was much better to let them hype up the atmosphere in the group.

    To put it bluntly, why should he give those online Karens ess to the game?

    Just because they would leave bad reviews?

    At the current testing stage, Wastnd Online was actually more like a private server. And by gradually increasing the requirement of applicants, yers who had ess to the game would also cherish the opportunities in their hands even more.

    As for the open beta phase, that was even easier to exin.

    The open beta naturally had a different way of ying.

    At that time, he would directly enclose a plot ofnd as a novice vige, without a certain level or honorary title, and they would not even be able to see him.

    Chu Guang found that he was getting more and more scheming without knowing it.

    When did it start?

    Forget it.

    There was no point in thinking about this kind of thing.

    Turning off theputer, Chu Guang turned on the system and confirmed the rewards for today''s daily mission.

    [Mission: Cut ten trees, reward: 1 reward point]

    [Mission: Kill a mutant, reward: 3 reward points]

    "There are few taskspleted today."

    Add up to only 4 points.

    Chu Guang struggled with thoughts in his heart, and finally couldn''t hold it in. He opened the Administrator Allowance and used all 4 bonus points on the primary blind box.

    The alloy door opened.

    The conveyor belt was rolling.

    Looking at the four lollipops lying at the end of the conveyor belt, Chu Guang almost couldn''t resist his urge to curse.

    However, at this moment, a semi-transparent holographic pop-up window suddenly appeared above one of the lollipops with a pale gold outer packaging.

    Just like abel--

    [Enhanced Chocte Lollipop: Strength increase +10%, duration 10 hours. ]

    Chu Guang: "?"

    Whaaaat?

 Chapter 22: Capturing Mutant Leech Larvae

    Strength increased by 10%.

    What kind of incredible technology is this again?

    But having said that, was this thing considered sugar or stimnt?

    Chu Guang was not clear about its ingredients, and there was no production date and ingredient list on the outer packaging.

    "The duration is actually 10 hours."

    The 10% enchantment effect looked pretty good, and even 10% of the strength at the critical moment was enough to turn the situation around.

    But eating a lollipop when he was in battle...

    It didn''t match his tough guy image at all.

    And when it would be effective was also unknown.

    After thinking back and forth, Chu Guang decided to put it aside first.

    Having one more trump card in his hand was not a bad thing.

    ...

    Early the next morning.

    The yers went online as scheduled.

    Although they were exhausted from the real work during the day, their exhaustion waspletely gone after they went online, and they were full of energy.

    Old White''s cement kiln waspletely dry.

    He and Gale went to the construction site on the map, pulled back dozens of kilograms of limestone with a pallet, and then went to the river to get a fewrge buckets of y and sand, and started the first round of trial production of Pornd cement.

    In fact, the formtion of ordinary Pornd cement was publicly avable on the Inte.

    To put it simply, it was made by crushing limestone, mixing it with y and iron filings in a specific proportion, and heating it to 1450 degrees Celsius in a special kiln.

    The cement clinker prepared by this method only needed to be added with sand and water to form a cement mortar that could be used in construction.

    With the help of some professional websites, one could even find out the specific material ratio of different cements ording to the construction requirements.

    As long as one had done their homework in advance before ying the game, its difficulty was much less challenging than traveling to ancient times and starting from scratch.

    Considering that this was the first time they used this thing, Old White chose the simplest form. The material requirements for this thing were not tooplicated, and it could bepleted with the current conditions of the shelter, even if barely.

    Relying on his "natural strength," he smashed the stones that were picked up from the construction site as much as he could with a hammer, mixed them with y and iron filings reduced with charcoal, and sent them into the newlypleted kiln.

    Charcoal was lit.

    Green smoke rose slowly.

    Ample Time enthusiastically helped on the side, pressing the branches tied to the y tray¡ªthis was a simple blower,posed of water pipes, bark, and cotton thread, which could send arge amount of air into the kiln and let the charcoal inside it burn harder.

    "How should we determine the temperature in the kiln?"

    "No idea."

    "No idea???"

    "Otherwise? Do you have an industrial thermometer? Anyway, don''t talk nonsense, just press the blower and put more effort into it and it''s done! Sigh¡­ Where can I get a generator?"

    "..."

    Old White groaned while touching his chin, and Ample Time was quite speechless.

    This guy.

    Since bing a "construction team leader," he acted more and more like a construction team leader.

    While pressing the branches, he wondered in his heart where Gale and Night Ten went...

    In fact, it was not just them who didn''t know, Chu Guang, who was an administrator, didn''t know either.

    Although he could confirm that the yer was online or offline, as well as the approximate location and distance through the system, he could not fully grasp the yer''s specific coordinates.

    At least not now.

    But just as Chu Guang wondered what those two yers were doing, they saw the two yers walking towards him with buckets.

    "Where have you been?"

    Faced with the administrator''s inquiry, Gale answered truthfully.

    "Near the mutant leech nest."

    Chu Guang frowned.

    "Didn''t I say not to go there?"

    "We didn''t go in, but set up a trap near the nest... You see, these arervae of a mutant leech."

    Gale hadn''t spoken yet. Seeing the administrator''s unpleasant expression on the side, Night Ten was scared that the favorability would drop, so he quickly put the stic bucket in his hand on the ground to exin.

    Chu Guang nced at the barrel and found that there were some ss bottles inside. The bottles were full of palm-sizedrvae.

    Their bodies twisted constantly, stretching their deformed mouthparts, and they were entangled with theirpanions, looking like tentacles in hen**i anime.

    "Interesting... How did you do it?"

    When he was on Bett Street before, he had never heard of anyone catching this thing.

    Although mutant worms were rich in protein, they also had high content of parasites. That thing couldn''t be killed by boiling it in a pot for a while.

    Coupled with the special living environment of this thing, it rarely acted alone, so itsbat effectiveness was difficult to assess, and very few survivors were interested in it.

    "Blood! We used animal blood to lure them into a ss bottle. Large leeches can''t get in, and small ones can''t get out after they squeeze in!"

    Night Ten said excitedly, and Gale added a few words next to him.

    "These mutant leeches should be foraging at night, and return to the nest during the day. Except for some of the bottles being crushed, these little guys are still in the bottles. I was just trying it, but the effect was surprisingly good."

    Chu Guang touched his chin and nodded.

    "So that''s it... this is indeed a good idea."

    No wonder Gale asked him for some meat from his prey yesterday. He had nned to use it as bait to catch thervae of a mutant leech?

    It was just that¡­¡­

    "... What are you going to do with this thing?"

    Chu Guang looked at Gale and asked.

    "I don''t know much about leeches, but mutant leeches cannot be eaten."

    "I don''t n to eat it, I n to use it for fishing."

    "Fishing?"

    "Mhm," Gale nodded, looking slightly excited, "When I was exploring the shoreline of theke before, I found some big ck birds fishing on theke! Since there are fish in theke, we can get food by fishing!"

    This is a great idea!

    After listening to Gale''s words, Chu Guang''s eyes suddenly lit up.

    In fact, it was not that he had never tried fishing before. After all,pared to hunting, the risk of fishing was much smaller.

    It was just that his fishing skills were really hard to describe in words. It was rare to catch any even with professional fishing gear and bait, not to mention that there was no such thing.

    In fact, the problem wasn''t his bad fishing skill. If it were so easy to catch fish, why didn''t the survivors make their homes by theke?

    The fish in Linghuke were all mutants after all.

    After trying a few times without sess, he even lost his fishing gear that took him a long time to make, so Chu Guang gave up in the end.

    "Do you know how to fish?"

    Facing the administrator''s question, Gale froze and said.

    "No... but I checked on the Inte, there are fishing traps, I n to try to make a few of those."

    Although he was not sure if the NPC could understand what he meant by "checking on the inte," the NPC hadn''t reacted to it when they talked about things in reality several times before. Gale simply thought that it should be automatically ignored by the program, so he directly said it.

    Chu Guang was overjoyed, but nodded without revealing any emotion on his face.

    "Okay, since you know how to catch fish, I''ll leave this to you!"

    After getting the order, Gale and Night Ten immediately ran to make a trap.

    Catching fish was much more interesting than cutting trees and ying with mud!

    Chu Guang watched them gather some branches as well as stic ropes that they picked up from somewhere, squat around the corner, and start making their trap.

    Ignoring them, what Chu Guang wanted to study now was how to use the purchased tobo leaves to smoke meat.

    Yesterday, he followed the method of the survivors of Bett Street; crushed the tobo leaves and wrapped them on the meat, and then slowly roasted them with firewood, so that the tar rich in ketolpounds in the leaves would prate into the fatyer of the meat and kill parasites and microorganisms...

    But he didn''t know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the meat was a little smelly?

    "It shouldn''t be..."

    Picking up a piece of hind leg meat and sniffing it, Chu Guang frowned.

    Under normal circumstances, the meat smoked in this way should have a nicotine smell, and the surface should show a burnt-yellow greasy luster.

    However, the hind leg meat on his hand was obviously dark red in color, cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, and had a faint smell of rottenness.

    "Is the method wrong?"

 Chapter 23: Two Little Moe Newbies

    In any case, this meat could no longer be eaten.

    Chu Guang sighed, reluctantly tossing the meat aside.

    "If only there was a refrigerator."

    The Blue Umbre Mushrooms in their of the mutant leeches...

    For the generator, he had to get this thing no matter what.

    But it was currently just the second week of September, and Liszt''s caravan would note here until the end of the month. It was useless to think about these things at the moment.

    He could wait until the end of the month to start storing food.

    Moreover, the refrigerator was such a luxury item, and with the current economic conditions of the shelter, he couldn''t afford it anyway...

    For three days, Chu Guang basically went out hunting early in the morning, returned at noon or the afternoon, cooked a pot of meat for the yers, and then squatted in the corner of the nursing home, and continued to refine the skill of smoking food by himself.

    This fixed schedule was like that of an NPC.

    Although the progress of researching smoked meat was still not going well, it was gratifying that the yers had performed very well these days.

    Chu Guang calcted.

    Over the past three days, he had received a total of 7 reward points.

    Although it was almost 10 points, Chu Guang finally used all his chips on the primary blind box after some thoughts.

    Fortunately, he was not given just a lollipop this time, but also a bottle of soy sauce.

    He didn''t know what brand it was, but it could finally improve the food for the yers.

    Chu Guang then stored the soy sauce carefully like a treasure.

    But¡­¡­

    That being said, his cooking skills were really not good.

    The first time the yers ate it, it felt quite fresh, authentic, natural and pollution-free. Compared with takeaway fast food, it had a different vor, but having the same thing every meal, no one would be able to stand it.

    "I think I''m going to throw up soon if we keep eating stew food every day ..." Sitting on the ground holding a bowl, Night Ten frowned.

    When he found out that yers could eat food in this game, he was quite excited at first, but he gradually began to realize how painful eating was.

    All meals were stewed meat, or boiled green wheat.

    Even if his mouth could stand it, his butt could hardly stand it...

    Ample Time took a bite of greasy foreleg meat, frowned, and said.

    "The taste system has probably not been fully developed, otherwise even if we didn''t add enough salt¡­ It shouldn''t taste like this..."

    It was nd and greasy!

    It also had a bitter taste.

    It was even worse than green wheat porridge...

    "The smell is too strong. We should nch it with cooking wine, scallion, ginger, and garlic. It might be better," Old Whiteforted. "Let''s just make do with it. It is a wastnd, it will be very hard for us to get all those things. But there will definitely be delicious things in the future!"

    Ample Time rolled his eyes and said nothing.

    Since being appointed as the "leader of construction", this guy would increasingly consider things from the perspective of game developers, and even took the initiative to give empty promises to themselves.

    But what he said was true...

    Since realism was the selling point of this game, there was nothing wrong with setting condiments as luxury goods, and yers might have to pay for them in the future.

    Night Ten sighed.

    "I hope we will get the condiments in the next update¡­ I can buy it using real money."

    Gale ate the meat slowly and did not participate in the conversation between the three.

    He didn''t mind the taste, but was thinking about how to improve the fishing trap.

    Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became cold, Night Ten looked at Old White and asked casually.

    "How is your cement production?"

    Old White sipped the soup and replied.

    "Quality needs to be improved, but I feel that I am getting closer and closer to sess."

    "Seriously?"

    "I''m not kidding! And it''s not just cement. Recently, Ample Time and I have been working on making bricks. But we have no molds, which is quite annoying. The shape of the brick we made was not very good... But it can still be used."

    Night Ten questioned.

    "Can''t you use wood for molds?"

    "Hehe, if only it were that simple!"

    Ample Time shook his head, and then said, "This stuff is not the same as cutting a tree. It requires a lot of work to produce the right shape."

    Ample Time didn''t expect it either.

    As a hardcore survival master who could build a building in The Forest in just half an hour, he was actually troubled by such low-level problems.

    Of course, this was also rted to the too hard core setting of Wastnd Online...

    Night Ten and Gale looked at each other, then at Old White and Ample Time, and expressed helplessness with exasperated eyes.

    They were also theoretical yers, and though their hands-on ability could not be said to be 0, they were not much stronger.

    Although they caught a lot ofrvae of mutant leeches these days and made many traps they learned from the short video online, they didn''t catch a single fish.

    But then again, fish-eating birds were all around theke. The stupid fishes must have long been taken away and eaten by those birds. The remaining fish were the smart ones. They would not be fooled easily.

    Gale could onlyfort herself by telling himself that he was trying to feed the fish in theke, so they would grow bigger. Maybe after the fish lowered their vignce, they would be able to catch them next time...

    At this moment, there was movement in the direction of the nursing home.

    Then they saw the administrator walking towards them with two dumbfounded guys.

    From their shocked expressions, it was obvious that they were the new yers who had just put on the helmet and entered the game world.

    Night Ten sighed silently in his heart again.

    ¡®Why is it male yers again¡­''

    "Let me introduce them to everyone, these two are our new members¡­ Tomato_scrambled_eggs, and WC_really_has_mosquitoes."

    ¡®What kind of stupid names are these.''

    Chu Guang resisted the urge toin, after all, his identity in the game was an NPC.

    "Papa......"

    Slight apuse rang out.

    The testing yers sitting in front of the cauldron put down their bowls and apuded, expressing their wee, but this weing attitude was obviously not enthusiastic.

    But the two neers didn''t care.

    At this moment they had yet recovered from the shock.

    Under Chu Guang''s instructions, they sat in front of the cauldron, looking dull at the white mist floating on the pot.

    The damp heat and the smell of meat...

    It was so realistic too!

    Seeing that the two neers hadn''t moved for a long time, Old White took the initiative to talk.

    "What attributes do you guys have?"

    The one called [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] was the first to recover.

    "I am an agile type."

    Then [Tomato_scrambled_eggs] also recovered.

    "I''m a physique type... you all have eaten already?"

    "Originally, the administrator was nning to hold a wee ceremony, but it seems that we have messed it up... he let us eat first," Night Ten said with a helpless expression, "You just woke up, you want some too?"

    Mosquito swallowed.

    He took a bowl full of big bones and soup, took a sip, his pupils widened in shock.

    "Taste... This is incredible! You can really taste food in this game!"

    ¡®Holy sh**!''

    ¡®This is too incredible!''

    "Not only can you eat, but you can also get low blood sugar if you don''t eat," Ample Time sighed. "I don''t think it needs to be so realistic, or they can at least make something delicious."

    Scrambled Egg stared at the bowl, speechless, hesitated for a long time and asked.

    "This¡­ What''s this?"

    Old White replied.

    "Meat."

    "Meat? What meat?"

    "Mutated hyena... Actually, we don''t know whether that thing is a wolf or a dog. They''re all mutants anyway."

    Upon hearing this, Mosquito''s hands holding the bowl subconsciously shook and almost spilled the soup.

    Scrambled Egg''s reaction was different.

    Instead of hiding away, this guy leaned closer and took a bite with interest. Only with this taste, his brow furrowed even tighter.

    "It smells so fishy¡­ Did you not bleed it?"

    yers looked at each other.

    "I have no idea."

    "The prey is all obtained by the NPC."

    Old White suggested.

    "If you know how to cook, you can discuss with the administrator, as long as you have a skill, you will assign you a ss."

    Scrambled Egg showed an expression of eagerness.

    "Really? Then I''ll try itter."

    "How about woodwork? I can do woodwork!" Mosquito asked hurriedly.

    "You mean you''re a carpenter?" Old White''s eyes lit up, stared at him before asking again, "You''re a carpenter?"

    Mosquito was taken aback, and said with a shy smile.

    "Yes... I sell furniture in real life, all made of pure wood. If you are interested, you can add my chat number. I will give you discount¡ª"

    "Great!" Old White stood up excitedly, "I justck someone to make a mold here. Come and help me!"

    "?"

    Not only Old White stood up, but Ample Time also stood up.

    Before [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] realized what was going on, the two of them had already grabbed his arms.

    "Wait, I haven''t had the soup yet¡ª"

    Seeing the two people dragging him to the construction site, Mosquito looked dumbfounded. Just when he wanted to protest, he was interrupted by Old White.

    "That soup tastes like sh*t. Just wait for the chef to cook another pot in the afternoon."

    Ample Time also added a sentence.

    "That''s right! Good brother, listen to my advice, that stuff is really not delicious! Let me take you to familiarize yourself with the gamey."

    Mosquito: "¡­¡­%*!"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs looked at the rookie brother who was dragged into the grove and swallowed.

    "Are they... really teaching him how to y this game?"

    Night Ten and Gale nced at each other.

    "Probably?"

    "Maybe?"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "..."

    Why do you guys sound unsure!

 Chapter 24: From Now on, You are the Cook of the Shelter!

    The neer named "Mosquito" was really good at woodworking.

    Old White and Ample Time used the steel bar as a ruler and tried to make wooden nks for a long time, but they still couldn''t make any. However, this brother could easily produce a pile with just a saw.

    Moreover, these wooden nks also had ridges that interlocked together, and they could be easily put together to form a boxy hollow brick mold.

    In a short while, a better number of brick molds were assembled.

    "You can''t handle logs like this. Look at this¡­ it even has mushrooms growing on top." Mosquito wiped off the sweat, put the saw aside, looked at Ample Time and Old White and asked, "Is this enough? "

    "Enough, it is enough! Thanks, brother, you''ve been a great help!" Old White patted Mosquito on the shoulder with a beaming expression on his brow.

    Mosquito smiled shyly.

    "You''re wee! Just tell me what you need."

    Old White grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

    "Okay! I remembered, I will definitely tell you!"

    Mosquito: "..."

    With molds, making mud bricks was much easier.

    Old White and Ample Time put a little water on the yellow mud collected from the river, knead it into a viscous mud and poured it into the mold. They thenid them on the ground, put some charcoal between the gaps, and smeared the surface of the mud brick with ash.

    This was what Old White learned from survival videos.

    When the firstyer of bricks were almost dried, they changed their orientation and continued to stack the secondyer, then another, until the bricks were higher than their heads.

    When it was done, Old White carefully ignited the carbon in the brick stack, allowing the fire to burn from the middle which gradually engulfed the entire brick stack.

    "Will we be sessful this time?"

    Looking at the smoking "mud pile", Ample Time wiped the sweat from his forehead with his muddy arms, looking as if he had crawled out of a cesspit.

    Old White''s image was not better than his. His face had more soot than him, like he had just crawled out of a coal kiln.

    "Who knows, we can only wait and see."

    It was the first time that he made this thing. When he was a child, he only watched adults make it.

    They could only wait until tomorrow.

    "Let''s go, we just need to let it burn at the moment."

    "Let''s go check the cement kiln. I feel that we are very close to the finished product. Let''s try to get a bucket out before going offline!"

    On the other side, with the help of [WC_really_has_mosquitoes], Gale and Night Ten finallypleted the improvement of the ninth generation fishing trap.

    They reced the original cylindrical structure with a cage-like structure, reced the weak wooden bars with strong steel bars, and reinforced the main structure of the trap.

    No matter what fish it was, they would not be able to leave after they got in now!

    The three of them went to theke together, nning to try again. They seemed to be very excited.

    As for Chu Guang, he was still trying to figure out how to smoke meat.

    Although there was still not much progress...

    "Dear administrator, what are you doing...?"

    Hearing the sounding from the side, Chu Guang stood up in front of the meat rack, patted the soot on his hands and looked towards the direction the sound came from, only to see [Tomato_scrambled_eggs] looking curiously at the meat rack he made.

    If he remembered correctly, this man seemed to be a chef who graduated from New Oriental?

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang''s eyes lit up suddenly.

    "I''m studying how to make smoked meat... You came here just at the right time. From now on, you will be the chef at Outpost 404!"

    With that, Chu Guang didn''t give the yer a chance to speak and watched him with a serious face before continuing.

    "The situation we are now facing is very severe. In addition to the construction of the outposts on the surface, we have to store enough food for the 100patriots who will arrive on the surface before the winter."

    "I need your help!"

    Scrambled Egg looked dumbfounded.

    He didn''t mind being a chef...

    In reality, he was also a chef. Before he went online, he had to fry two dishes before handing the frying spoon to his colleague. Unexpectedly, he would have to do his job in the game.

    Was this the equivalent of a ss option in the game?

    It took a long time before he opened his mouth.

    "But... what can I do for you?"

    "Good question."

    Chu Guang looked at the meat rack on the side.

    "I tried smoked meat, but the effect was not satisfactory. I need you to solve the problem of preserving food... I have read your information and the organization says you have relevant experience in handling food, is that right?"

    Scrambled Egg was stunned.

    "I probably know a little bit, but games are games after all¡ªI mean, I''m also not sure if my experience will work here."

    Thinking that this was the game world, Scrambled Egg brother temporarily changed what he wanted to say. But it seemed that the NPC didn''t seem to care about it, probably because the program was set to automatically ignore any reality-rted elements that had nothing to do with the game.

    "It''s okay, I need professional advice," Chu Guang looked at the meat rack beside him, "Help me see what went wrong with the meat rack I made."

    Looking at the wooden shelf in front of him, Scrambled Egg fell into silence.

    Not so much what went wrong...

    It would be better to say that there were problems everywhere.

    "This... First of all, the smoked meat must be in a confined environment. Your roasting method is probably useless if the outside is scorched. Also, the meat is sprinkled with what spices?"

    "A special kind of tobo leaf."

    "Tobo leaf?!"

    "Mhm," Chu Guang nodded, looking at Scrambled Egg with a surprised look. "This is an ind area, and salt is very expensive. The local survivors use this kind of tobo leaves rich in aromaticpounds and tar instead of salt. It is crushed and applied to the surface of the food to achieve the antiseptic effect."

    This game could even do this?!

    Scrambled Egg was shocked.

    Some aromaticpounds could indeed be used as food preservatives, but it was the first time he''s heard that they were edible.

    Maybe it wasn''t lethal if they didn''t overdo it?

    But his instinct told him that this kind of smoking technique was almost equivalent to fighting poison with poison...

    "In fact, you can smoke meat even without salt¡­ but the vor wouldn''t be good. I don''t understand the method you''ve told me, but such smoked food is not suitable from a health point of view."

    The exnation of Scrambled Egg was more euphemistic because he had heard that there was an NPC favorability setting in the game, and only when the favorability was high could they trigger hidden missions.

    In reality, he might have already rolled his eyes directly.

    "No need for salt?!" Chu Guang was stunned.

    "Mhm¡­ microbes need water to survive. Smoked meat is essentially drying the water in the meat to achieve the dehydration effect. The effect would be better if salt is used; the preservation time would be longer, and the vor would be better. But if there is no salt, you can still use this method."

    "Of course, if the fat content is high, dehydration will be more troublesome... It still depends on the specific meat."

    Having said that, Scrambled Egg paused, nced at the meat rack next to him a little awkwardly, and whispered.

    "But no matter what the situation is, you haven''t even sealed them¡­ It''s definitely not good."

    If food could be preserved without consuming this weird tobo leaf, it would undoubtedly be a happy event for the outpost.

    However, Chu Guang still had some doubts.

    Even if the survivors of Bett Street were ignorant, since they''ve been able to survive in this wastnd to the present, they shouldn''t have mistaken this kind of important survival skill.

    So, what went wrong?

    However, Chu Guang did not intend to think about such troublesome things for the time being.

    The first reason was because he didn''t have much time.

    And the second reason was that if an NPC needed to solve everything by himself, why did he need yers?

    "Very well, this glorious and arduous task will be left to you!"

    He patted this moe newbie''s shoulder vigorously and said.

    Chu Guang solemnly handed over the work of meat to [Tomato_scrambled_eggs], told him some basic safety information again, and then left happily.

    Good.

    He solved another problem.

    Speaking of which, now that the food issue would soon be solved, should he try to recruit more yers to increase productivity?

    With these few hands alone, he may not be able to repair the wall of the nursing home until the end of the month.

    Just as Chu Guang was thinking about this, an excited cheer suddenly came not far away.

    "Fu** yeah!!!"

    "YES! It''s finally done!"

 Chapter 25: Not Enough Men

    The cheers came from the cement kiln.

    Chu Guang walked in and took a look. Ample Time and Old White were piling up a heap of light gray powder on the ground, adding water and sand to stir it into a paste-like slurry.

    After a rough estimate, this batch of cement was about 20kgs.

    Because it was a trial production, there were not many in this batch. From a cursory nce at the volume of the cement kiln''s filling mouth, it should be no problem to process half a ton a day.

    Although it was not as good as professional production equipment, it was enough for now.

    "Dear administrator!"

    Noticing Chu Guanging here, the two yers dropped the tools in their hands and greeted him excitedly.

    "Cement!"

    "We finally made Pornd cement!"

    This was really not easy.

    In order to make the temperature in the cement kiln reach more than 1450 degrees, the two of them had been pressing the air blowers desperately, shoveling shovel after shovel of charcoal inside. They felt like the muscles on their arms were almost twice their original size.

    Especially Old White, whose gic sequence was the strength type, and it was about to be leveled up again after three days!

    "You did an excellent job."

    Chu Guang looked at them approvingly and nodded.

    "With these cements, we have taken a big step forward from the first phase of the n. Shelter will remember your contributions, and you will each receive 1,000 contribution points as rewards!"

    An expression of joy appeared on the faces of the two yers.

    Their past few days of hard work had not been in vain!

    However, what they didn''t know was that the NPC standing in front of them had already begun to think about how to recover the "points" from their hands.

    Intion could not happen too fast, or it would affect the life of the game.

    Or¡­¡­

    Should he have a gacha function?

    Costing 1000 contribution points to draw once?

    It was not impossible.

    Just when Chu Guang was thinking over it, Ample Time and Old White looked at each other and said respectfully to him.

    "Administrator, there is one thing I must report to you!"

    "What is it?"

    "Now that the cement has been sessfully produced, we need more manpower to start the construction of the outpost!"

    Chu Guang looked at them.

    "How many people do you need?"

    Old White rushed.

    "At least ten people! Of course, the more the better! To be used, the cement kiln requires people to blow air manually. Two people can operate one kiln in shifts, and soon we will build the second one. This means that it will require four people! Transporting materials from the construction site requires at least four, and the remaining wall and building repairs requires at least eight."

    Chu Guang calcted mentally.

    This meant that they would need at least sixteen people.

    At present, the food reserves in the outpost were only enough for seven people, including himself, to eat for a week. If the poption suddenly tripled, he didn''t know if the food would be enough.

    Chu Guang hesitated, but eventually made up his mind to take the risk.

    It was already the 9th of this month.

    Nearly one-third of September had passed. If he didn''t work hard, it would be difficult toplete the outpost before winter.

    "Okay, I got it."

    Nodding, looking at the two yers, Chu Guang continued.

    "I will request for support from my superiors. Three dayster, a group of new members will wake up from dormancy ande to the surface to join us."

    Upon hearing these words, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of Old White and Ample Time.

    With the addition of neers, their infrastructure ns would be much easier to execute than it was before!

    Moreover, Ample Time''s conjecture had also been verified.

    This NPC was not just an ordinary NPC. He could even affect the process of the game''s testing.

    This made Ample Time unable to help but think of the setting of online games in some web novels¡ª¡ª

    [The game runs on a supeputer with unlimitedputing power. The gamepany has formted a worldview framework, and the content ispletely dynamically generated by AI. ]

    Maybe Wastnd Online was like this!

    Ample Time became more excited the more he thought about it.

    He felt that he understood more about this game.

    ...

    With a carpenter and a chef, the yers'' working conditions and quality of life visibly improved.

    With the help of [WC_really_has_mosquitoes], the construction team consisting of Old White and Ample Time obtained molds for making bricks, and Gale and Night Ten also improved the fishing traps.

    He even made a wooden toilet seat that was morefortable with a tree stump.

    Now, everyone could finally sit down in the toilet.

    It was just that not everyone liked this type of toilet.

    Such as Gale.

    This guy seemed to have OCD. Even in the game, he couldn''t ept the toilet that others had used. He stubbornly dug a hole next to the original toilet and made another cubicle.

    Thanks to this, the outpost now had a second toilet.

    Butpared to these trivial things, the most surprising thing was the fishing n of this guy and Night Ten.

    With the help of the improved trap, the two finally caught the first fish before the evening.

    And it was a big fish!

    ording to its appearance, it should be a catfish.

    The reason for saying "should" was because its wide lips and head were massive and bizarre, dark blue patterns decorating its body sttered with white spots, sporting coral-like red whiskers to top it all off.

    Obviously, this was also a mutant.

    Seeing the "big guy" twisting in the trap and trying to escape, Gale and Night Ten were so excited that they almost cried.

    Three days!

    Three full days!

    They finally caught one!

    Before the big bird hovering in the sky and the beasts by theke discovered them, they hurriedly dragged the big guy with the trap from theke to the shore, cruelly beating it to death with steel rods.

    It wasn''t until it waspletely dead that its head and tail were tied to a steel bar with ropes. Then the two carried the dead fish that was still twitching back to the outpost.

    "Brother Scrambled Egg, look, can we eat this stuff?"

    "What the heck? What is this?"

    Staring at the catfish that Gale and Night Ten threw on the ground, [Tomato_scrambled_eggs] who was a smoking meat rack, was shocked.

    He has been cooking dishes his entire life, and it was the first time he had seen such a big catfish with his own eyes.

    Just the fish head could already fill a basin.

    If this thing was thrown into theke, could other fish still survive???

    Catfish eat meat after all!

    "It should be a catfish," Gale said.

    "Of course I know it''s catfish," Scrambled Egg squatted down and opened its lips to look at it, then he tugged it and said, "My goodness... This one is at least 50kgs!"

    Night Ten asked quickly.

    "Can you make smoked fish?"

    "Who uses catfish to make smoked fish..." Scrambled Egg was speechless, but then he continued, "This thing is very fat and has moisturizing mucus on the surface. It is quite troublesome to handle. I don''t know if it can be dehydrated."

    "So what should we do?" Gale asked.

    "I haven''t tried it before, but let''s first try..." Scrambled Egg fell silent after a nce at the fish rack that he had been constructing for a long time.

    This fish might be too heavy for this rack.

    He could only make it again...

    ...

    At dusk.

    Brother Scrambled Egg took the ce of the administrator and stewed a pot of fish head soup for the yers, using his actions to prove that this thing was indeed edible.

    And the taste was surprisingly good.

    Although there was no tofu as a side dish, and no onion, ginger, garlic and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, Brother Scrambled Egg still used his superb cooking skills and only used salt and soy sauce as seasoning to make a pot of fish head soup that was fresh but not greasy.

    The yers were almost in tears when they tasted the soup.

    Brother Scrambled Egg and Mosquito were surprised by the taste in the game, and the other four yers were moved by finally eating a bite of normal food.

    ¡®Wuwuwu, it''s really not easy...''

    The yers went offline at 6 o''clock in the evening that day, which was 6 o''clock in the morning in reality.

    The closed beta yers had just gotten out of the game and had yet to log into their chat software, but the Bull and Horse Club group exploded with messages.

    Quit_smoking: [Holy shit! Quick! Look at the official website! ]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [You still haven''t given up yet...]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [What happened to the official website? ]

    Quit_smoking: [Alpha 0.2 version major update! The official website will once again give 24 yers ess to the game! The number of closed beta yers will be expanded to 30! ! ! ]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [For real? ]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [Hehe, they start to sell the ess, right? How much is it? Let me see if it''s enough for the police to set up a case. (Picking_nose.jpg)]

    Quit_smoking: [I think it''s free. The announcement did not mention the charge! Haha, I will definitely get one this time! ! ! ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [You are thinking too much, the number of applications has already broken a hundred. With 24 additional yers... the probability is one-quarter to one-fifth, right?]

    Quit_smoking: [Broken a hundred? ! What the hell, we had that many people in our group? ? ? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Uh, not everyone is from our group... I saw a lot of game groups discussing this gamest night. ]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [Other groups. (Shock!)]

    No_one_understands_love: [Mhm, I just checked it. The number of applications has already reached to 111. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Fu**! ]

 Chapter 26: Alpha 0.2 Version Update

    Official website:

    [Wastnd Online testing server alpha 0.2 version update announcement. ]

    [Major update:

    1. The number of closed beta yers has increased to 30.

    2. The "Winter is Coming" expansion is online: The game will enter winter within 30 days, and the temperature will drop to minus 10 degrees within 60 days. If able to sessfully resist the severe cold, all yers who meet the average daily online time of 4 hours or more during the closed beta phase will be awarded the limited title of "Warrior of Winter". If the challenge fails, the game server will be suspended within a time limit, and the test will be runched after the difficulty setting is adjusted.]

    [Optimization:

    1. A more realistic physical system.

    2. More mutant creatures.

    3. The degree of freedom is enhanced.

    4. Fixed a few bugs.

    5. You can read thetest chapter at https://otakutl.blogspot/¡­¡­]

    [The yer manual has been updated to version 2.0; for closed beta yers, please check it in time. ]

    [Current Number of applications: 113 people]

    My goodness.

    After refreshing the page once, there were two more applications.

    At this moment, Chu Guang was sitting in the residential hall of the shelter, staring at the back end of the official website on theputer screen and thinking in his heart.

    "Where did these peoplee from?"

    There weren''t this many active people in the group...

    Alt ount?

    Impossible.

    No one could open an alt ount on the official website of Wastnd Online.

    Not to mention changing the IP, it was useless to even change the head. The ess permission was the same as the helmet, as it was bound to a person, not aputer.

    Chu Guang opened the forum and took a look. There were many familiar IDs, but there were also some that he only saw for the first time.

    Quit_smoking: [Why suddenly there are so many people on the forum? ? ? Where did you alle from! ]

    Kakarot_from_the_future: [From Honor of Kings premade yer group? I saw the link sent by others. ]

    Irene: [It''s different for me, I''m from (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) group]

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: [Brother, check your PM. ]

    That_touch_of_longing: [(Eat_popcorn.jpg)]

    Teng_teng: [What kind of game is this? Is it real? ]

    The_great_demon_king_tian_tian: [+1 the same question. ]

    Quit_smoking: [It''s not real! It''s all fake! All those people above are shills. Please, don''t apply! It''s fake, fake fake, fake! (Frustration)]

    Teng_teng: [¡Ô¦Ø¡Ô]

    The_great_demon_king_tian_tian: [Okay then, goodbye. ]

    Chu Guang: ...

    Was there something wrong with this Quit_smoking guy? ? ?

    The official website forum finally gained some poprity, but this guy tried to make people leave?

    Chu Guang was speechless for a while, but he didn''t take it too seriously.

    He was not a petty-minded person.

    After lurking around in the forum, Chu Guang could roughly understand why there was suddenly a surge of new users.

    It turned out that some group members took the screenshot of the Bull and Horse Club group chat and the game official website and forwarded them to other game groups.

    Then, this Wastnd Online, which only had the official website, settings, and "empty promises", became inexplicably popr in the gaming circle.

    Many new users followed the trend from other game groups, most of them were asking strange questions such as "What kind of game is this game?", "When will the game be in open beta?", and "Can I take off my pants in the game?" apanying that, "Would a mosaic show in the game?".

    Not many people discussed the content of the game seriously.

    Chu Guang couldn''t help wondering whether he should appoint a few moderators to help manage the forum?

    He switched to the desktop and logged in to the Penguin chat software. Chu Guang opened the "Bull and Horse Club" game group. At the moment, the group was very lively.

    The topic of beta qualification seemed to have been discussed before, but now the topics in the group havepletely focused on the alpha 0.2 update and the "Winter is Coming" expansion.

    An expansion pack was released for a game that was still in the closed beta stage?

    This was too ridiculous!

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Are you serious? Wouldn''t those who are not qualified for the beta test miss it? ]

    No_one_understands_love: [This is outrageous! ]

    Quit_smoking: [Can someone @ the stupid game desginer? Give us ess! I can give money! ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [@Light, someone called you stupid. ]

    Quit_smoking: [Shit! ]

    ("Quit_smoking" recalled a message)

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Why was it this guy again?

    Just when Chu Guang wondered if he should send some messages, he suddenly found that There_will_be_ample_time had sent a private chat message to him.

    [Brother Light, are you there? (Smiling)]

    Curious about what this old brother was going to say, Chu Guang typed back.

    [Just finished my work. What''s the matter? ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [There is one thing I have been confused about, and I wanted to ask you... About the NPC called administrator. Is it an employee of yourpany or is it an AI?]

    Worried that it would not be convenient for this old brother to answer this question, he immediately followed up with another statement after typing this sentence.

    [I''m just curious. If it involves corporate secrets or something, you don''t have to answer me. ]

    Guang: [It''s okay, this is not a secret. Besides, if it is really a secret, it is not something a small game designer like me will be able to ess. ]

    Ample Time was thrilled and hurriedly typed.

    [Mhm mhm! Then please tell me! ]

    Chu Guang thought for a while, then typed on the keyboard shamelessly.

    [In short, its existence is very special. ]

    ¡®Special!''

    ¡®Good heavens.''

    ¡®As I expected, this is not an ordinary NPC.''

    There_will_be_ample_time felt excited after noticing the important keyword, his thumbs typing quickly on the phone screen.

    [Can you be more specific? ]

    Guang: [He is the first generation of fully artificial intelligence developed by ourpany. ]

    [Fully artificial intelligence? ? ]

    Ample Time was dumbfounded.

    This was beyond his scope of knowledge.

    But--

    It seemed incredible!

    Sitting in front of theputer, Ample Time''s eyes glistened, wishing the "insider" to reveal more.

    And this Brother Light did not disappoint him, and continued to type words on the screen.

    Guang: [Yes, it is artificial intelligence that ispletely close to humans! ]

    Guang: [He has his own personality, memory, thinking mode, as well as value orientation and behavior motivation, so we give him the power to restrain yers and the responsibility to guide yers into the game. ]

    ¡®Sure enough!''

    ¡®I was right!''

    Ample Time was so excited that he almost dropped his phone, and his trembling thumb continued to type words.

    There_will_be_ample_time: [I get it! No wonder his decision can affect your test progress! In fact, I have discovered that the content of this game itself has been developed quite well, and with how immersive this game is, it almost feels like the real world! It is not an exaggeration to say that even a picky person like me can''t find an obvious bug! ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [If I have to talk about ws, there are too few NPCs! So, I was thinking that maybe what you are testing is not the game, but the AI of the game. Even the expansion of the alpha 0.2 version update "Winter is Coming" is also for this purpose... Am I right? ]

    He hit the nail on the head!

    This was There_will_be_ample_time''s evaluation of his reply.

    Combining all kinds of clues, he felt that he had aplete insight into the game developer''s intentions.

    The group of friends were discussing why Wastnd Online released the "Winter is Coming" expansion during the closed beta stage. The scattered conclusions and spections drawn by them were all superficial things in his opinion.

    At most, they had only scratched the surface, while some couldn''t even see it.

    Only he understood the true intention of the developers.

    To the outside, the mysterious enterprise that developed Wastnd Online was testing the game, when it was, in fact, testing the plete artificial intelligence" based on the game framework!

    And this expansion called "Winter is Coming" was exactly what this mysteriouspany''s tests were for "the first generation ofplete artificial intelligence"!

    The silencested for a while.

    Seeing that this old brother named Light didn''t speak, Ample Time had a premonition in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

    ¡®I really am a genius!''

    Guang: [You are very smart. ]

    Guang: [It is like you said, the "Winter is Coming" expansion is really to test the performance of the first generation of full artificial intelligence, and is also a necessary procedure to start the next round of testing. ]

    While typing out these words, Chu Guang silently deleted the information he had just edited in the document.

    Because he felt that this old brother''s nonsense sounded more convincing.

    This guy was indeed a genius.

    In terms of imagination that is...

    There_will_be_ample_time: [I think I understand what you mean now, so the progress of the test is really affected by the progress of the game plot, right? ]

    Light: [Yes. ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [And at this stage, only the administrator of the shelter 404 is able to advance the plot, right? ]

    Light: [Yes. ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [Thank you! I understand it now! I have troubled you to reveal so much inside information to me. But rest assured, I will keep the secret! (Smile)]

    Guang: [Actually, this is not inside information. It doesn''t matter if you don''t want to keep it secret. ]

    There_will_be_ample_time: [No, no, I will keep it secret, you can rest assured! Anyone who knows me knows that I am super reliable! (Smile) (Smile)]

    Chu Guang: "..."

 Chapter 27: Winter Is Coming!

    "The leaves are withering, the temperature drops, and an unprecedented crisis is approaching."

    "This winter will be harsher than previous years, and it wille earlier... There is not much time left for us to prepare."

    "From now on, we must seize every minute, even every second! Before the situation worsens, we must prepare for the cold wave!"

    "The mission panel has been updated, with a list of necessities, facilities to bepleted, and corresponding rewards."

    "Remember, only by unity can we ovee difficulties together!"

    "Winter ising."

    "This is the test of fate for all of us!"

    In the resident hall of the shelter, inspiring voices echoed.

    In response to the high spirits of the yers, Chu Guang delivered an impassioned speech and officially opened the prologue of the first expansion since the game''s closed beta¡ª"Winter is Coming".

    With the opening of a new chapter, the atmosphere of the shelter was starting to change, simr to the mood in the game''s official website.

    It was not just the yers.

    Even Chu Guang himself could feel the slightest sense of urgency in the gradually cooling air.

    The material reserves at the outposts were originally not enough, but the poption soared from 6 to 30, a full five-fold increase!

    Although the surge in poption had brought morebor, it had also doubled the supply pressure on outposts.

    In order to feed 30 people, Chu Guang also worked very hard for the past two days. Almost every day from morning to night, he went out hunting with Night Ten with the perception type gic sequence, just to stock up more food.

    For a while, the entire Linghu Wend Park was disturbed by them.

    But the results were quite gratifying.

    In three days, Chu Guang had killed more than ten mutant hyenas alone, and the hares and squirrels caught by traps were countless.

    Although they were all mutants, they were edible.

    In addition, Night Ten, who was responsible for alerting and scouting the enemy, also sessfully advanced from LV0 to LV1, and Chu Guang also faintly felt that he was close to the edge of a breakthrough.

    However, the administrator''s gic sequence was too special.

    Chu Guang hadn''t figured out the knack for leveling up yet, so he could only use the medical examination equipment to confirm that the development progress of his gic sequence did have a very small increase.

    On the other hand, the performance of other yers was also quite outstanding, and could even be described as utilizing their talents to the fullest extent.

    Old White and Ample Time used charcoal as a reducing agent. Through calcination, a small amount of iron g was recovered from rusty steel bars, auto parts and other iron-containing wastes, and these iron gs were added to the cement kiln and mixed with crushed limestone and y to make a more reliable cement clinker.

    This was a physical job.

    Whether it was manually operating the blower or using a repaired two-wheeled trolley to transport stones, it would take a lot of effort.

    However, because of this, Old White of the strength type levelled up again, the gic sequence levelling up from LV1 to LV2, and the strength attribute also increased by one point.

    As for Ample Time, who worked with him in shifts, he finally broke the boundaries and advanced from LV0 to LV1.

    However, his growth attribute was not strength, but agility.

    It seemed that although the development of the gic sequence fit thew of "use and disuse", the growth of attributes was another matter.

    In addition, when it came to leveling, Gale''s situation seemed to be the saddest.

    Up to now, among the four closed beta yers, he was probably the only one with a gic sequence level of 0.

    These days, he had used the improved trap to catch a lot of fish, but he seemed to be always still a little bit short of "experience" from LV1.

    The "experience" gained by trapping mutants didn''t seem to be as much as the experience he could get from killing mutants in frontalbat.

    Gale also wondered about this.

    But helplessly, there seemed to be no good solution so far.

    Except for the four chat group administrators who were the first to experience the game, the two newly joined yers were also very motivated, and they had not been idle for a moment in the past few days.

    For example, "WC_really_has_mosquitoes".

    This guy was not in a hurry to level up, he was still doing carpentry work, asionally helping Old White and Ample Time, or helping Gale fix damaged traps.

    In addition to these tasks, he was busy with his own affairs.ording to Mosquito''s own ount, it seemed that he intended to build a simple wooden cabin to serve as his chemicalboratory and warehouse.

    These days, while helping to carry the stones from the construction site, he picked up a lot of bottles and jars and put them next to the cabin.

    Although Chu Guang doubted the safety of this kind of log cabin, seeing how this guy enjoyed it, he felt that it was better not to interfere too much with the yers'' choices.

    Compared with the leisurely life of Brother Mosquito, "Tomato_scrambled_eggs" was probably a model among all the yers.

    As a chef at the outpost, he was not only responsible for cooking, but also for helping the administrator handle the game.

    This includes bleeding, peeling, deboning, cutting meat, and most importantly, smoking.

    Since the salt at the outpost was not luxurious enough to be used for smoked meat, Brother Scrambled Egg used the most primitive method of smoking.

    That was adding nothing.

    He hung the cut meat directly on the steel frame, stuffed it into the cave made of y and adobe, smoked it with charcoal smoke, slowly roasted in a low fire, dried the moisture in the meat, and sealed the hole with pine branches and leaves.

    The preserved meat made by this method was actually more like air-dried meat. It could be stored for a period of time even without salt, and there was no need to use tobo leaves to coat the surface.

    By the beginning or middle of next month, it would almost be time for winter.

    When the time came, they could wrap these jerky in stic bags or bark, and throw them directly in the snow to bury them. It shouldn''t be a big problem to eat them until the beginning of spring next year.

    However, the taste and vor of the meat made by this method wasn''t great.

    In addition, Scrambled Eggs did not waste the skins peeled from the mutant hyenas, but collected them to make leather.

    In fact, tanning was a veryplicated and tedious process, far more troublesome than making jerky.

    However, what the shelter currently needed was not smooth high-end fur, but only warm materials that could keep out the cold, and there was no requirement for quality.

    Therefore, many unnecessary processes could be omitted.

    When Old White burned wooden ash before, the filtered potash water was stored in the stic bucket that they had picked up.

    Scrambled Eggs used all of this potash water as a tanning liquid for tanning leather, which was used to soak the raw hides that had been peeled from the game.

    After waiting until the leather and tanning liquid were fullybined, he would then hang them on a simple tanning rack to dry, so that the good quality leather could be obtained.

    "... Dear administrator, I must report to you that I am really busy on my side. I really need help, even if it is just one person!"

    Taking the game that had just been shot from Chu Guang''s hands, Scrambled Egg''s sight floated to Night Ten''s body unconsciously.

    He always felt that this guy seemed to be very idle, and besides helping the administrator take games, he didn''t seem to see this guy doing anything else.

    He might as well...

    Help him...

    Night Ten could tell what this guy was thinking at a nce. He waved his hand quickly.

    "Don''t look at me, I''m very busy."

    ¡®You must be joking. Where else would I be able to find a chance to follow the NPC to level up?''

    He didn''t want to learn how to cook with this guy!

    Seeing the resistance of Night Ten, Scrambled Egg couldn''t help but roll his eyes andined in his heart.

    ¡®Busy my a**!''

    Looking at Scrambled Eggining to him, Chu Guang pacified him.

    "Night Ten needs to help me search for prey, and his perception of danger is also very important, so I can''t let him stay to help you. But I promise you that your problem will be solved soon. Our reinforcements are already on the way, they will soon reach the surface."

    "Fine then, thank you... If that''s the case, I will wait."

    Scrambled Egg sighed, paused for a moment, and continued.

    "There is another thing. Although I tried tanning, I can only do some simple treatments. As for how to make them into clothes... I really can''t help it."

    Chu Guang said with a smile.

    "Don''t worry about this. There are talents who are good at this in the uing reinforcements. I will leave the work of tanning and making warm clothes to that person."

    Not just a tailor.

    Among the 24 new close beta yers he selected, there were talents from all walks of life.

    Although they were not necessarily experts in the industry, and some were even students, they could still be used to some extent with their abilities.

    Besides, there was still the inte.

    Chu Guang had full confidence in these energetic yers. As long as they worked hard enough, one day they would be able to move into a big house.

    There was no doubt about that!

 Chapter 28: 24 New Players! Reinforcements Arrive!

    September 12.

    6:00.

    After the release of the test qualifications, after three days of a tormenting wait, the day of entering the game finally came.

    Following the tutorial on the official website, Du Mingdao put on a helmet,y t on the bed, and closed his eyes.

    ¡®Will this really work?''

    However, in the same moment when he just had such thoughts in his heart, he, with his eyes closed, saw that a beam of light passed through the darkness and shone in front of him.

    Obviously his eyes were closed...

    Du Mingdao sat up from the damp culture chamber and looked around, his dull gaze was gradually reced by a strong shock.

    ¡®This¡­¡­''

    ¡®Is it the game world?!''

    Metallic walls and floor tiles, streamlined hatches were full of sci-fi sense, and faint steam evaporated from his shoulders, taking away his body temperature little by little.

    He took a deep breath of the game world air, and he faintly smelled an unpleasant smell.

    Du Mingdao didn''t know whether everything in front of him was real.

    But this 100% immersion made him speechless in shock.

    ¡®This feeling¡ª It''s a bunker! ! !''

    Simultaneously, the dormant chamber suddenly opened; a humanoid lizard with dark green scales all over his body sat up from the chamber.

    The moment he met his eyes, Du Mingdao was taken aback.

    "What the fu**?! What the hell is this?"

    "What is what?..."

    "Who are you? An NPC???"

    "What NPC? I''m a yer! I''m Garbage_pickup_level_99... Who the hell are you?"

    "You are Garbage?! I''m Hold_the_sword_execution! Damn, you are the neer who joined the group a few days ago? Why are you so ugly?!"

    "You are so ugly!" His amber pupils red at him. The lizard man looked dumbfounded, obviously he hadn''t figured out the situation.

    But soon, his gaze fell on his scaly dark green skin, and his dazed pupils gradually became horrified.

    He hurriedly lowered his head, looked left and right, his ws fumbled around on his body, his tail twisted with his body, like a gecko falling into a mud pit.

    At this moment, his gaze suddenly fixed between his legs.

    Immediately afterwards, he let out a sorrowful cry.

    "Damn it! Why don''t I have that thing?!"

    Du Mingdao almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

    "You already look like this, but you still care about that thing?!"

    "Why don''t I have that thing?! Liar! This game designer is a fuc*ing liar! Since there is a lizard man character, why can''t I create a female character?!"

    "If you don''t want to be a lizardman, let''s swap."

    "Get lost."

    A body scanning device was connected to the dormant chamber, and yers could see their own attributes and levels. These were all the information published on the official website.

    Mr. Garbage stretched out his index finger and touched the operation interface. Soon, the attribute panel was projected on the screen.

    [ID: Garbage_pickup_level_99

    Gic sequence: mutants¡¤lizard man

    Level: LV.0

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 8

    Agility: 7

    Physique: 8

    Perception: 8

    Intelligence: 2

    ]

    [Talent:

    Cold-blooded (more stealthy, and slower action in low temperature environment)

    Work hard but not smart (more endurance, and difficult to operateplex machinery)

    Physical regeneration (stronger resilience, and difficult to level up the gic sequence level)

    ]

    ¡®Huh?

    This attribute is actually not bad!''

    Mr. Garbage vaguely remembered that it was written on the official website that the attribute benchmark value of a normal adult male was 5, which fluctuated between ¡À2.

    Obviously, his benchmark value was not based on adult males. Except for the lower intelligence attribute, the other four attributes were all outrageously strong.

    The point was that he didn''t think he was stupid either.

    So what if the intelligence panel data was lower?

    It did not affect him at all!

    Realizing this, Mr. Garbage immediately became so happy that he couldn''t stop smiling, and he also stopped makingints.

    Du Mingdao, who was sitting in the next culture chamber, looked at the lizardman smirking there, and asked with concern,

    "Are... are you alright?"

    "Haha, I''m great! Let''s go, let''s get out of this room, and meet other yers first!"

    With that, Mr. Garbage jumped out of the culture chamber.

    He found that the lizardman had another advantage: no need for clothes. It didn''t matter much if he was or was not wearing clothes; he didn''t have anything that he needed to cover.

    Staring at this lively lizard, Du Mingdao''s face reflected a bewildered look.

    At this time, he suddenly noticed that there was a piece of paper stuck to this guy''s ass.

    "You have something on your ass."

    "Where?"

    After being told that, Mr. Garbage also felt a strange sensation on his buttocks, so he stretched his paws back.

    This was the first time he controlled this body, he was not quite used to it. His two ws scraped for a while before finally scraping off the piece of paper.

    This piece of paper was waterproof, so it was not wet.

    However, the text written on it was not Chinese, nor was it anynguage he knew.

    Mr. Garbage was confused, his paw scratched on the top of his head.

    "What''s the stuff written on this?"

    ...

    Shelter residents hall.

    The space that was originally fairly spacious was now full of new yers.

    All sorts of people were standing here, their faces were invariably full of awkwardness, surprise, excitement, and curiosity.

    Before that, almost everyone thought that this so-called "fully immersive virtual reality game" might just be a joke made by a few boring game fans.

    Even if they received the helmet from the gamepany, most people were still skeptical.

    But now, all suspicions have disappeared.

    If they must find a game that was more realistic than this, then that would only be "reality" itself!

    Passing through the automatic door, "Garbage_pickup_level_99" caused quite a stir when it came out of the room.

    At first, everyone thought he was an NPC, but after asking about it, they realized that he was also a yer, and it was very likely that he was still the legendary "hidden ss"!

    Bathed in the envy of everyone, Mr. Garbage, who seemed to have forgotten the fact that he did not have his little brother, smiled quite proudly.

    Is that thing important?

    It is not important at all.

    "Brother, team up with me. I will protect you."

    Mr. Garbage cocked his chin and patted the shoulder of Brother Sword who was standing next to him. Thetter gave him a speechless look, and didn''t bother to pay attention to him.

    He was only a little stronger at the early stage.

    Coming out of the room with this guy, Du Mingdao also received a lot of attention.

    Unfortunately, his gic sequence was just an ordinary strength type, and there was nothing special about it.

    While the yers in the lobby were looking at them, he was also secretly observing other yers in the lobby.

    Except for Brother Garbage, most yers seemed to be rtively normal, at least on the surface there was no difference from others.

    Considering physical attributes, there should be mainly strength type and physique type, but there were also a small number of perception type, agile type, and intelligence type yers.

    What surprised Du Mingdao the most was that there were actually two female yers in it?

    One of them was 180cm tall and had a curvy figure. More importantly, her shelter uniform was stretched to the limit, so she should also be a strength type.

    The other one was a bit shorter, estimated to be 150cm. She looked unremarkable, so he couldn''t tell what type she was, at least she did not look like a strength type.

    Du Mingdao used to study civil engineering in the university, and he had been working for many years, so his visual observation was very urate. Especially in the evaluation of distance and size, there was generally not much error.

    The two of them came out of the same room and seemed to have some conflicts.

    "Who is this little girl? Are you still drinking milk?"

    "You! So what if you are tall in the game! Maybe you are short in real life!"

    "Hehe, from this kind of response, it is obvious that you are not very old in reality. Are you a primary school student?"

    "Hehehe, unfortunately, this Elder Sister works as a director in a fashion designpany, unlike a certain someone who only looks for validation of his existence in a game."

    "Hehehehe, just a mere director, I thought you were the president of some big corporate group. I don''t know whichpany this little sister works for?"

    "Hehehehehe, it''s none of your business!"

    Du Mingdao: "..."

    He decided that these two yers were just like elementary school students...

    Of course, it wasn''t just those two people that were noisy.

    After waiting for such a long time, the yers who have finally gotten the qualification for the closed beta test were very excited. They kept eximing in amazement, touching everything they could see, and couldn''t rx at all.

    Someone even mmed their heads against the wall, but they didn''t cry out in pain, only giggled silly while holding their heads in the corner.

    And this was quite normal.

    There was also a yer who grabbed the yer next to him, begging the person to p him. He wanted to try what it was like to be beaten up, so he would be mentally prepared to fight the monsterster on.

    Du Mingdao''s hair stood on end upon seeing those scenes.

    Did he enter the game world or did he get into a lunatic asylum?

    From seeing someone taking off their pants, nning to take a dump to performing an even crazier behavior. Then a majestic voice came from the direction of the main entrance and passed through the residents'' hall.

    "Quiet."

    In an instant, everyone went quiet.

    The majestic voice seemed to carry a special pressure, causing the yers in the residential hall to unconsciously stop the noise, and all the eyes also subconsciously followed the direction of the sound.

    Du Mingdao was no exception.Looking at the man standing at the door, the expression on his face instantly became excited.

    NPC!

    Opening plot!

    This should be the legendary administrator!

    Although it was the first time for him to y this game, he had been following the posts of "There_will_be_ample_time" on the official website before, so he was quite familiar with the in-game settings.

    The other yers here were the same, all holding breath and looking forward to the beginning of the plot.

    When Chu Guang selected yers, in addition to referring to the upations filled in on the application page, he also checked their post history of the forum, online duration, and activity level, excluding those "primary school students" with eighth-grade syndrome as much as possible. After all, those kids were the most likely to cause trouble in the game.

    They were more suitable for moving bricks on the construction site, not here.

    Looking around the yers in the residents'' hall, Chu Guang slowly continued to speak with a calm and serious voice.

    "Wee to shelter 404."

    "I am the administrator here."

    "My codename is Dawn."

 Chapter 29: Wasteland Life Starts from Moving Bricks

    From the moment he spoke, all yers closed their mouths and stared at him with bated breaths, for fear of missing any details.

    Chu Guang was very satisfied with the yers'' reaction. He raised his head and nced around the hall.

    But when he saw the lizard man standing in the corner, his expression went stiff for two seconds, and his hand almost touched the gun on his back.

    ¡®Why are there mutants here? ? ?''

    ¡®But¡­¡­''

    ¡®From his stupid expression, this lizard man should be a yer under this skin.''

    ¡®Then there is nothing to worry about.''

    Whether it wasbat experience or panel data, these newbies were no match for him. Chu Guang may be worried about the survivors ambushing in the shadows, but he was really not afraid of these yers making trouble.

    It would only take less than a second to kick, ban, and confiscate the test qualification.

    After deciding to study the lizardmanter, Chu Guang took his gaze away from it, looked at the yers in the hall, and continued.

    "First of all, I have good news to tell you¡ªthe war is over."

    "Bad news is, our world has changed beyond recognition. If you expect to go home with your luggage and find your mother right away, it''d obviously be impossible."

    "This year marks the 200th anniversary after the doomsday. Fortunately, we have sessfully survived the most difficult years. To be able to stand here today, you are already more fortunate than 12 billion people. I now need you to recognize the status quo as soon as possible, and then fulfill your deration under the banner of the Federation of People: Rebuild our homnd!"

    "The one next to me is my assistant. It''s called Little Seven. You can ask it any questions about the shelter or other things you don''t understand."

    He repeated the opening speech that he had said once before.

    When the next batch of yers arrived, he would say it again, if there were no serious bugs or plot loopholes, he did not n to change it.

    After all, it was hard to make things up.

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

    "In addition, the shelter Resident Handbook has been updated to version 2.0, which includes the residents'' convention, code of conduct and requirements for public order, good customs, and prohibitions. Please check it out in time."

    "For residents who vite the regtions, they will be forced to stay dormant or confined. For serious vitions, the offenders will be sent back and permanently banned from arriving on the surface. We hope that everyone will strictly abide by it."

    There was amotion among the yers.

    Wasn''t the power of this NPC a bit too much?

    However, everyone did not have a particrly big reaction to this.

    Since they had chosen to be the close beta tester, it meant that they had epted the game settings.

    Before logging into the game, they had already seen "Resident Handbook" on the official website, and there was no strict content on it.

    And the new uses only restricted behaviors such as "PK between yers," "harassing other yers," "improper transactions," and "malicious destruction of in-game facilities."

    These terms were in line with the interests of most "normal" yers, and some terms were even discussed by the yers themselves in the forum and were added after being adopted by the game designer.

    For example, There_will_be_ample_time and Old White proposed "no malicious destruction of in-game facilities," and a female yer who had not yet obtained the test qualification proposed "no rape."

    These opinions were quite good.

    After all, this was a sandbox game, not a nuclear bomb simtor or some R18 game.

    Even if it was a game that advertised freedom and the concept of sandbox, it was impossible to allow a yer to unscrupulously disrupt the gaming experience of other yers.

    In addition to adopting these suggestions, Chu Guang also made more detailed regtions on these rules.

    For example, malicious destruction of facilities would be punished with pulsorybor," and sexually harassing other yers would result in getting kicked out of the game.

    It is very considerate.

    ''What?

    Can''t ept it?

    Then go back to ying CrossFire quickly and give the helmet to those who need it.''

    After exining the matters needing attention, Chu Guang left the shelter with 24 yers and took the elevator to the surface in two batches.

    The oing visual impact shocked these new yers.

    It was not even just visual.

    Hearing, smell, touch and even taste; every cell in their bodies told them that this was apletely real world!

    "This is incredible¡­¡­"

    "Is this... really the game world?"

    "Wow, it just blew my mind!"

    "This is awesome!!!"

    Looking at the excited yers, Chu Guang''s mouth also curled up with a smile.

    He really wanted to tell them that it was too early to get excited.

    ...

    Chu Guang first took these new yers to familiarize themselves with the outpost facilities, especially reminding them that it was forbidden to urinate and defecate near the outpost. Then he took them all back to the nursing home and handed them to Old White and the other yers from the first batch.

    The construction site of the outpost was indeed for people. There was no need to worry about these yers having nothing to do. Old yers would tell them what to do.

    Some people were called to move bricks and repair the walls.

    Some people were taken by Ample Time to the construction site in the northeast of the wend park to carry the raw materials for producing cement.

    As for remuneration.

    It was 10 contribution points per hour.

    Although it was not clear what the contribution points were for, the yers were very motivated and couldn''t wait to start working immediately.

    During the testing phase, there were so many things to do.

    Developers had said that they would not delete their in-game data, so they just needed to do the missions.

    The energetic spirit of these yers made Chu Guang a little embarrassed.

    Of course, not all yers were arranged to work on the construction site. Making bacon, tanning fur, fishing, hunting, and gathering were all tasks that needed to bepleted by people as well.

    For example, the female yer with a height of 1.8 meters and an ID called [Ya Ya] was assigned the work of gathering.

    Her gic sequence was the perception type. Although the initial value of the primary attribute (perception) was 6, which was 1 point lower than Night Ten, her talent panel had an additional initial talent¡ª"Toxin Intuition."

    ording to the system''s exnation of this talent in the yer list, yers who had this talent could rely solely on biological instincts to perceive toxicity, without needing knowledge and experience.

    In contrast, before gaining "Toxin Resistance," the "Poisoning Effect" itself would have more negative effects on her.

    In addition, the positive buff effect of this talent was affected by perception attributes.

    It was only appropriate for her to be a gatherer.

    In addition, there was the lizardman.

    After arranging the work of the gatherer, Chu Guang called this yer aside.

    "Are you Garbage_pickup_level_99?"

    ¡®What kind of trolling name is this!''

    Seeing the Administrator talking to himself, Mr. Garbage thought he had triggered the hidden plot, so he stood upright and nodded excitedly.

    "Yes, I am!"

    Chu Guang nodded and was about to arrange his work. But then Mr. Garbage suddenly thought of something, and took the initiative to hand out a note.

    "Dear administrator, I found this note when I woke up. I can''t understand the text on it. Can you tell me what is written on it?"

    "Let me see." Chu Guang took the note from him.

    The strip of paper was a little wet as if it had been soaked in water, but it seemed to be a waterproof material; he could still read the words on it.

    He was familiar with the writing of the letters on the note, and they were written in the words of this world. Chu Guang immediately knew who left this thing.

    "Where did you get it?"

    "My ass."

    Chu Guang''s hand shook, almost dropping the paper.

    Seeing the Administrator''s darkened face, Mr. Garbage immediately guessed something and quickly exined it.

    "I mean it was in the culture chamber. When I woke up, it stuck on my buttock."

    "Okay."

    Chu Guang continued to look at the content on the note.

    [Congrattions, you won the lottery! This is the easter egg I left for you! The gic sequences stored in the gene bank are not all human genes, and there are also a small number of special gic sequences. To tell you the truth, it was me who did it. Although there are unexpected elements, I don''t intend to admit my mistake. What can I say? Don''t you think this is also part of natural selection? ]

    [Speaking of which, should we call it a special gic sequence or a mutant? Sigh, forget it, it doesn''t matter what you call it, you can decide for yourself. ]

    [¡ª¡ªThe first administrator. ]

    ¡®This guy must be crazy.''

    Chu Guang was speechless. He was toozy toin.

    He opened the system interface, and confirmed the five data and talent of the lizardman in front of him through the yer list.

    Just like this guy''s tall and burly physique, his strength and physique were incredible. If he hadn''t used the system reward, his strength would have even caught up with him, who was at LV5.

    He also had two talents, Physical Regeneration and Cold Blood, which were simply great weapons in actualbat!

    Although there were debuffs, such as having difficulty leveling up and in limating to low temperatures, and ineptitude in operatingplex machinery, they were not fatal ws.

    In other words, there was no major problem.

    Chu Guang was already thinking about whether to give this guy a set of steel ws.

    Maybe a tank was not a bad option either.

    Being stared at by the Administrator with scrutinizing eyes, [Garbage_pickup_level_99] felt very nervous.

    Fortunately, this NPC did not stare at him for too long, and soon handed him a mission different from other yers.

    "From today, you will hunt with me."

    Chu Guang decided not to worry about weapons.

    These yers were not necessarily more stupid than him, it was better to let them study the gamey by themselves.

    Mr. Garbage clenched his fists excitedly, and said enthusiastically, in a high voice,

    "I''m happy to help you! Dear administrator!"

    "Very good, very brave."

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly, then looked at him and continued,

    "You go to the nursing home and wait for me first."

    "I still have something to arrange. I''ll be there soon."

    "Yes!"

    Mr. Garbage skipped away spiritedly.

    Chu Guang then looked at another female yer waiting anxiously.

    Her ID was Teng Teng, the gic sequence belonged to the intelligence type. She looked a little petite and was about 1.5 meters tall.

    The gene expression was inherently unstable. Even if the design was perfect, there would inevitably be inuracies, so there was nothing Chu Guang could do.

    However, not all bad things happened to her.

    Like that Ya Ya, she also had a very special initial talent "Ingenuity" in her talent panel.

    [Talent: Ingenuity (stronger muscle memory, faster umtion of proficiency for repetitive tasks)]

    If he remembered correctly, her career in reality seemed to be a fashion designer?

    If it was true, then this talent was simply tailored for her.

    "Do you know how to make clothes?"

    Facing the administrator''s inquiry, Teng Teng nodded nervously.

    "Yes! If there are materials and tools¡­ I can try to make them."

    Although her job was in design and mainly worked usingputers, her hands-on skills were notpletely absent, and she was still much better than ordinary people.

    "Material is not a problem, but the tool¡­ we may have to find a way¡­ You cane with me first."

    With that said, Chu Guang took her to the backyard of the nursing home and pointed to the rows of coarse furs that were hung on the wooden shelves to dry.

    "Is this enough?"

    Looking at the rows of fur on the wooden shelf, Teng Teng''s eyes widened in shock.

    Although she was not sure what animal the fur was peeled from, the texture and luster of the hair showed that they were not low-quality materials.

    "This, these... are they all mine?" Teng Teng''s eyes sparkled.

    Chu Guang bobbed his head in answer and said,

    "Mhm, if you can, you can also start with the fur processing. The leather on the shelf is handled by our chef. He doesn''t understand this."

    "Mhm Mhm! Don''t worry! Leave it to me," Teng Teng nodded vigorously. "Are there any requirements? In terms of styling?" she continued excitedly.

    Chu Guang: "There is no requirement for styling, just keep warm... Do you have any tools you need? Sewing machines may be a bit difficult to make, but there are still some basic tools such as sewing scissors."

    Teng_teng: "Although it is better to have a sewing machine if the requirement is just to keep warm... these are enough!"

    Good!

    He liked yers who were diligent in doing things.

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

    "Then I will leave them to you. I should be able to get some more games in the next few days... I n to walk along the viaduct out of the city and then to the north. I heard that there are migrating deer herds. If we are lucky, we should be able to gain a lot!"

 Chapter 30: Damn, This Guy is Incredible!

    Chu Guang was a very principled person, and of course, he did not exploit the yers.

    Although the shelter was very poor now and contribution points couldn''t buy anything other than the "Resurrection Coins", he still gave Teng Teng something.

    Every time a piece of clothing was made, she would be rewarded with 50 contribution points.

    The requirement was not high, something just enough to keep warm would pass.

    Once the "shop system" went online, he nned to price these clothes from 100 to 500 contribution points based on their quality and sell them to other yers.

    In this case, he would have to find an NPC to be a merchant.

    Chu Guang once heard that the Brown Farm near them would sell some weak ves every winter to save food and fuel. When the spring started next year, they would buy a batch of ves from the ve merchant.

    ¡®Maybe I should go there to try my luck.''

    "Dear administrator, when shall we leave?"

    Looking at Chu Guanging out of the nursing home, Mr. Garbage''s reptilian tail swayed to greet him and asked impatiently.

    "No hurry, I have to find you a handy weapon¡­ Come with me."

    Outside the nursing home wall, there was a small wooden cabin which was built by [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] and was currently in use as a wood workshop.

    The outposts currentlycked tools, especially steel tools of reliable quality. Many things could only be reced by wood.

    But the yers were a smart bunch of people.

    Combining some industrial waste and wood scoured from the wastnd, this yer who was proficient in woodworking had made a lot of post-apocalyptic-style tools.

    The crossbow leaning against the wall was one of them.

    The wooden crossbow''s body was made up of simple mechanical structures and hinges made up of stainless steel parts, and the bowstring was made of mutated hyena tendons which had undergone special treatment.

    As for the arrows, they were sharpened metal pieces.

    His iron-barreled rifle was running out of ammunition, and there were about twenty rounds left, so he needed to save them. For prey that could be killed with a crossbow, it was better to use one as much as possible.

    Seeing the Administrator pick up the crossbow, Mr. Garbage thought that the weapon would be given to him and quickly reached out to take it, but his hands were pped away by the Administrator.

    "Your weapon is that."

    Chu Guang pointed to a few javelins in the corner of the wall made with sharpened metal pieces as the javelin head, with a convenient carrying strap next to it.

    "Your strength attribute has 8 points. As long as you master throwing skills, you can kill your prey within ten meters."

    Mr. Garbage showed a sad expression.

    "But Administrator, I still think¡­ if I had a ranged weapon, my hunting efficiency would be higher."

    Chu Guang nced at his two-meter-tall figure.

    What was the point of having such a big body if all he knew was camping?

    Refusing to be a Tank? Was he still a man?

    "The javelin is the basic skill of hunting, as regardless of closebat or mid-range encounters, it can keep you from falling into a passive situation. I will only teach you hunting skills today. As for the weapons you choose to fight with in the future, it''s up to you."

    ¡®So this is a skill training tutorial?''

    Mr. Garbage nodded without saying anything as if he had vaguely understood something.

    While talking, the yer [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] pushed open the door of the wooden cabin and walked out of it with two ss bottles.

    Seeing Chu Guang, his eyes lit up and said, "Dear Administrator, I was just about to look for you! This is the acetone I told you about! We can use it as a solvent to make smokeless gunpowder."

    While speaking, he also shook the bottle in his right hand like some alchemist. This movement shocked Chu Guang and Mr. Garbage, making them subconsciously take a step back at the same time.

    "It''s fine. Hehe, it''s okay as long as it doesn''t encounter an open me, hehehehe."

    Mosquitoughed excitedly.

    He only dared to do this kind of thing in the game, he would never dare to do it in his own small workshop in real life.

    It was just that he didn''t expect that this game was so real that he could really make this thing.

    At this time, he suddenly noticed the lizardman next to the Administrator, and his excited expression visibly froze.

    "Who is this¡­¡­"

    Chu Guang coughed lightly and said.

    "He is a new resident, ID: Garbage_pickup_level_99."

    "Wow, a newbie."

    Mosquito looked at him enviously.

    ¡®He actually has a hidden character at the start of the game, this is not fair!''

    "Tell me about the thing in your hands," Chu Guang nced at the ss bottle in his hand. "This thing¡­ how did you make it?"

    "The method is very simple. It is actually the dry distition of wood. You can put the wood in a sealed metal container and bake it, export it with a tube, and condense in a supercooled bucket. The collected condensate can be easily divided into a water-like solution and thick tar-like residue... just a simple fractionation method will do."

    "The part of the water sample is wood acetic acid, which is mainlyposed of acetic acid, acetone, and methanol. Their boiling points can be used for further fractionation. Among them, acetic acid can react with alkali metalpounds to form salts that can be used for many purposes, making the acetone in my right hand... very useful."

    Speaking of this, Mosquito sighed intently.

    "Tsk, if only we can get sulfuric acid. With sulfuric acid, we can get hydrogen peroxide out. Mixing hydrogen peroxide and acetone can make triacetone triperoxide¡­ that is, TATP,monly known as entropy explosive."

    Mr. Garbage was also stunned and couldn''t help swallowing.

    ¡®What does this guy do in reality?''

    ¡®He is simply incredible!''

    Chu Guang was also shocked by this guy.

    He subconsciously nced at the small wooden cabin in front of him. There was no way he would be able to associate this thing with a chemicalboratory.

    Only yers could do such a dangerous thing.

    Collecting himself, Chu Guang looked at him and continued. "I will pay attention to the chemical nts in this area, so... you mean the explosives can''t be produced yet?"

    "I can''t get high-performance ones, but ck powder is very easy to get. Give me some time, I''m thinking of other ways, but¡­ sometimes, you don''t have to use explosives to get the killing effect," Mosquito shook his left hand and continued with a smile, "This bottle is a mixture of pine oil and acetone. I also added a little nt fiber to it. You can light the mmable material tied at the mouth of the bottle and throw it out. It can burn for a long time..."

    ¡®Molotov cocktail?!''

    ¡®This is a good thing!''

    Chu Guang''s eyes lit up, and he took the ss bottle from Mosquito''s hand and weighed it in his hand.

    "Have you tested its power?"

    "Uh¡­ We''re practically surrounded by trees, so I''m worried that the fire won''t be extinguished." Mosquito said embarrassingly.

    ¡®Good.''

    ¡®It seems that this guy still has somemon sense.''

    "I''ll try it out for youter."

    Chu Guang quietly put away the ss bottle, looked at him and continued.

    "It''s still dangerous to do chemical experiments in this environment, and the shelter doesn''t have the conditions to store such dangerous goods for the time being. I will give you the rewards you deserve, but I can''t encourage you to expand production."

    After a moment''s pause, Chu Guang carried on.

    "But¡­ I suggest you try to make these chemicals y a role in the production and construction of the outpost, and create the value we need."

    "Create the value we need..." Mosquito muttered and fell into deep thought.

    "Mhm, you can think about it," Chu Guang nodded, and continued, "Of course, I also suggest that you talk to the other residents of the shelter and ask them if they have any good suggestions. Maybe there will be unexpected gains."

 Chapter 31: Encountering Marauder! Players First Battle!

    The uses of acetic acid, acetone, and methanol were still quite extensive.

    If the shelter outpost wanted to start industrialization in a real sense, then these chemical raw materials were indispensable.

    Although these were not useful for the time being, Chu Guang still gave yer [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] a reward of 1,000 contribution points, and publicized his outstanding contribution of "using wood as a raw material to sessfully produce acetic acid, acetone, and methanol."

    It was equivalent to the server announcement in some online game novels.

    Looking at the proud expression of [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] and envious expressions of other yers, Chu Guang felt that he needed to maintain this fine tradition.

    Mhm.

    Not just in the game.

    He must also post it on the official website!

    In the future, he could also set up a Hall of Fame in which he would record "a certain achievement by a certain yer on a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day."

    This n could be the solution to the development problem, and this was simr to that ofpleting a difficult dungeon.

    As a poor ruler, cheap honor was the only cost-effective reward he could give yers.

    After finishing the work, Chu Guang took Night Ten and Mr. Garbage along the viaduct outside the wend park and continued to explore north.

    While searching for traces of prey, they also looked for valuable exploration targets.

    Qingquan City''s industrial area was mainly concentrated in the southeast corner of the city, distributed into a fan-shaped expanse along the third-ring line and the second-ring line.

    The northern part of Linghu Wend Park was dominated by residential areas. Many unfinished properties could also be seen along the highway.

    In addition to having rtivelyplete public supporting facilities such as those for education, medical care, and transportation, this area had not formed arge-scale industrial cluster. Only some small, light industry workshops were scattered in the suburbs far away from residential buildings and they were near garbage incineration stations.

    And at this time, they were mostly covered by forests.

    During the nuclear war, the northern suburbs of Qingquan City were seriously damaged by strategic weapons due to these areas being a collectively huge poption base, all the while having extremely low strategic value.

    On the other hand, after theplete copse of order, the huge number of refugees brought a different kind of disaster here.

    Supermarkets, convenience stores, markets, and shopping malls were quickly looted by refugees; then the hospitals, schools, office buildings, and even the rest of the shops along the street, as well as residential buildings, of every refrigerator and locker.

    No shelter would risk their safety to open the gate to ept them, not to mention that they could not do it. Moreover, thepletely paralyzed traffic also made it difficult for these people to leave.

    Even today, two hundred yearster, one could see a glimpse of the tragedies that happened here, from the bullet holes and broken ss on the wall.

    In some showcases, or bedside shelves, even inside trash cans, there were still ipletely weathered skeletons that could still be seen today.

    "...This is really miserable."

    Looking at the two skeletons, onerge and one small hugging together, Mr. Garbage opted to close the open trash can door, as he couldn''t bear the sight.

    Night Ten''s reaction was quite calm. After all, it was not the first time that he followed Chu Guang to travel a long distance. He had grown ustomed to the situation here and even had the air of an old yer.

    "¡ªHave to admit that the scene design of this game is really well done¡­ It''s really like the post-apocalyptic world."

    "This is the post-apocalyptic world."

    Chu Guang replied indifferently, carefully observing the situation in the shop window, and made a mark on the paper map.

    This should be a clothing store.

    However, there were only a few clothes left on the shelves, and the two remaining rags that were left hanging were covered with ck mold.

    Without a doubt, scavengers had turned up here a long time ago.

    And more than one batch of them came here.

    "... I think we are wasting our efforts," Night Ten sighed. "Clearly, this ce has been visited before."

    "You can always find something useful¡­ like this stuff." A box of unopened sewing kits was found behind the almost shattered cab, and Chu Guang threw it into Night Ten''s hands.

    The needle should be made of alloy material, and the thread should be made of rayon; oxidation would not pose a problem as long as the package is kept sealed. Let alone two hundred years, it could be used even after another two hundred years.

    These gadgets were what the outposts were severelycking at the moment.

    Teng Teng should be interested in it.

    Unable to find anything else, the group prepared to withdraw from the store.

    However, at this moment, there was a shrill scream in the distance, followed by two gunshots.

    Listening to the sound, it seemed to be 5mm bullets.

    Chu Guang became alert in an instant. He took off the iron-barreled rifle from his back, hid under the shadow of the wall, and carefully followed where the sound came from.

    On the corner of the street not far away, under the diagonal billboard, the man in the gray coat fell to the ground after being shot, he was crawling backward with a frightened face.

    Blood oozed from behind him and shed all over the ground.

    "... Scavenger?"

    After a while, another figure appeared from the street corner.

    A gunman wearing an animal skin coat, smoking half of a cigarette, carrying an iron-barreled rifle pieced together with garbage, walked towards the man lying on the ground who was begging for mercy.

    There was another man and a hyena following behind him.

    This one also carried a simrly shaped rifle in one hand and a hyena leash on the other side, a fire ax hung on his waist.

    Chu Guang''s pupils contracted slightly.

    In less than a second, he quickly determined the identities of the two.

    Marauders!

    "What''s the situation outside?" Night Ten approached in from the side and asked in a low voice.

    He thought he was already very quiet, but his concealment skills were still a little weak after all.

    "Shhh!"

    Chu Guang only had time to make a silent gesture before he saw the mutant hyena with a chain around its neck turning its head and barking twice in his direction.

    Chu Guang''s face changed instantly.

    ¡®Damn it!''

    ¡®Did this hyena allocate all its skill points on perception?!''

    In a split second, the two marauders followed, shifting their heads. They reacted very quickly; they raised their rifles and fired.

    Bang! Bang!

    After two consecutive gunshots, Chu Guang quickly retracted his head, but soon realized that he was being overly worried.

    The hand-made DIY rifles were most likely without rifling.

    Firing across the street, it would not be able to hit anything. Just as he thought¡ªthose few bullets didn''t even touch the door next to him¡ªthey all hit the cement road.

    "A gunfight?! What''s the situation?! Did we run into mutants?!" Mr. Garbage, who was hiding in the shop, didn''t panic at all, and even rubbed his hands in excitement.

    The same was true for Night Ten, who drew the javelin for the first time.

    "Don''t panic, I''ll take a look first¡ª"

    "Look my ass!"

    Seeing that these two guys were not afraid at all, Chu Guang felt so frustrated. He freed up his hand to press Night Ten''s head and pushed him back.

    "They''re marauders! Both of them have guns and there is a hyena too! You withdraw from the back door, and we meet in front of the bus stop three hundred meters away from the south¡ª"

    "Dear Administrator, why are we retreating? There are just two people and a hyena. We have more people than them!" Mr. Garbage clenched his fists and said, "We can also fight!"

    "Yes! We can fight!"

    Night Ten also nodded excitedly, picked up the crossbow that the administrator had just dropped, and said with high morale, "Although we only have one gun, we still have a Molotov cocktail... and this two-meter-high lizard. I don''t believe that he would lose to a hyena."

    Hearing these words, Chu Guang, who was nervous, instantly came back to his senses.

    ¡®That''s right.''

    ¡®Why are we running?''

    In the past, he was alone in the wastnd, so it was normal for him to run away when encountering vicious bandits.

    Now he had weapons and people, why did he still need to run away?

    Besides, there were only two people on the opposite side.

    Chu Guang''s reaction was quick, and he immediately made a decision and pulled the bolt to load the bullet simultaneously.

    ¡®Fu** them!''

    "You, take the Molotov cocktail and go over there." Chu Guang threw the device and the match into Night Ten''s hand, casually pointing at the diagonally opposite side of the street corner.

    "Pay attention to my instructions. As soon as my gun fires, you can throw it!"

    The other party didn''t know how many people there were on his side, and when they saw someone rushing out, they would definitely chase that person.

    Night Ten who took the Molotov cocktail was in a daze for a moment.

    "Me? How do I get there?"

    "Of course running, or you want me to carry you? Don''t worry, their guns are not rifled and won''t hit you." Chu Guang stretched out his hand and pushed him.

    Night Ten staggered to the door.

    Although he was nervous, he gritted his teeth when he realized that this was an opportunity for him to show his skills in front of the Administrator.

    ¡®Screw it.''

    ¡®This is a game anyway!''

    Sure enough, just as Chu Guang had predicted, seeing Night Ten rush out of the shop, the two marauders immediately shouted and fired two shots at him.

    "Haha, baby, where are you going?"

    "Just give up, you can''t run away. If you surrender now, I may spare your life!"

    Night Ten couldn''t understand what these people were talking about, he only felt the bullet swishing past his scalp.

    He dared not stop for a moment and rushed into the shop on the other side of the street without looking back.

    The pair looked at each other, smiled wickedly, and pressed forward with their guns while letting go of the leash.

    There was no gun on that person, so the person was most likely a scavenger.

    Killing a scavenger was no different than trampling a cockroach to death for them.

    Chu Guang, hiding in the shop, was motionless, waiting quietly for an opportunity.

    Hearing the hyena''s bark getting closer and closer, he leaned out half of his body abruptly, aimed at the mutant hyena running wildly, and pulled the trigger.

    Bang!

    It was impossible to dodge at a distance of less than five meters, so the 9mm bullet burst out of the chamber and pierced through the beast''s body.

    Although Chu Guang was aiming at its head.

    Before the hyena could even scream in pain, it fell to the ground, tumbled away for up to two meters, and stopped moving.

    The other marauder who rushed to the nearby area was taken aback for a moment. Obviously, he didn''t expect the other party to have a gun.

    When he came back to his senses, the partner he had been with for many years had died tragically. The expression on his face was instantly distorted with anger.

    "I''m going to skin you alive!"

    "Joan, calm down! There is more than one person on the other side¡ª"

    Before his words fell, a Molotov cocktail was thrown over and mmed on the wreckage of the abandoned car behind them.

    The mes quickly rose along with the scattered ss shards.Seeing that the other party had a Molotov cocktail, the marauder quickly avoided, a sudden impulse to retreat arising. However, at the moment, they had no way of escaping, and they fell into a passive situation.

    At this moment, one of the marauders suddenly caught a glimpse of a terrifying figure from under the eaves of a street shop with the corner of his eye.

    It was a lizard with dark green skin.

    In other words, a humanoid lizard.

    "Monster¡ª"

    Whoosh¡ª¡ª!

    A cracking sound cut off what he was about to say, and the oing javelin pierced his chest directly, nailing him to the burning waste car behind him.

    Until thest moment of his life, he still didn''t understand why a mutant-like monster would be with scavengers.

    He had heard of keeping domesticated mutant hyenas as pets and even of keeping bears and horses, but it was the first time that anyone could domesticate this kind of monster.

    This was simply ridiculous!

 Chapter 32: The Talent Engraved in the Bone

    The construction site on the old nursing home site:

    The dust was rolling, and the construction noise was constant; it was a bustling scene.

    These yers seemed to have endless energy and enthusiasm, energetically pushing carts picked up from the abandoned construction site, transporting the stones one after another, breaking them with a hammer before transporting them to the cement kiln, and then pouring them into the kiln as raw material to make cement.

    The squatting yers vigorously pumped the blower hard, trying to make the fire in the kiln bigger. Not far from it was the charcoal kiln that was working non-stop, and further away were the earthen kilns for smoked meat and fish racks. The rising smoke and noise even drove away the birds on the trees.

    The yers worked together to mix the cement with sand and water, turning it into a viscous grout, and soon the foundation of the first section of the wall was built.

    This ce was like a newborn tribe, young and full of vitality.

    The construction site was handed over to [Hold_the_sword_execution] who used to study civil engineering. Old White and Ample Time had already begun to research the "st furnace".

    Gale also improved the fishing traps. Using mutant leechrvae as bait, getting more than a dozen fish a day was no problem at all. If they couldn''t finish all the fish, the rest of the fish would be handed over to Brother Scrambled Egg to make dried fish.

    The aquatic products in thiske were more abundant than he imagined.

    The only thing to pay attention to was that he couldn''t put too much bait in the trap and that the water level should not be too deep, otherwise the big fish that would be attracted could easily damage the trap.

    But these were minor issues.

    As long as he mastered the know-how, everything would slowly be more efficient, and the process itself was full of fun.

    The same goes for new yers.

    They didn''t even need to deliberately look for it as everything here was so novel to them, it was almost impossible to experience this in modern society.

    Many people sat in offices for a whole day, repeating tasks that anyone could do day after day, losing themselves in those mundane activities.

    However, it was different here.

    This difference not only stemmed from the fact that it was novel, but also came from a sense of satisfaction in the realization of self-worth.

    As a civil engineer who had been working on the construction site for five or six years but still wasn''t able to get into the management level, as long as he shouted "I''m a civil engineer" here, he would immediately be praised by other yers as a big boss and entrusted with important tasks.

    The same goes for other workers on the construction site.

    The vast majority of yers here were ordinary people, and the work they were engaged with in reality may not be sopelling, but as long as they had a skill, they didn''t even need to be prominent; they could still get collective affirmation.

    The shelter''s surface outpost upgraded at a speed visible to the naked eye because of each of their efforts.

    In Maslow''s Hierarchy of Needs, this was the highest need. It was separated from any other low-level satisfaction, and the spiritual pleasure it brought was unmatched by any other satisfaction.

    The most important thing was that they did not have to pay a huge price to get it. Even if they were tired, the tired ones were the characters in the game, and it wouldn''t affect their real life.

    On the contrary, because of falling asleep early, they would be more vigorous the next day.

    All of the above were just guesses made by Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost with the trophies when he saw the yers were busy repairing the outpost.

    Of course he wouldn''t know what the yers thought.

    For the administrator, that kind of thing was not important at all and he didn''t care.

    As long as he kept the number of applications always greater than the yers in the game, he would not need to worry about not having new yersing in the game.

    Quit?

    AFK?

    Then they could give their helmet and ount to those who needed it, and go back to ying their primitive games.

    Anyway, back to the business. The harvest this time was quite gratifying.

    Two 5mm iron-barreled rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that they hadn''t had time to check.

    These were found from the two marauders and the hapless man who was killed by them.

    Chu Guang was a person who didn''t like to waste anything, including the mutant hyena that was shot in the neck. He also brought it back.

    Domestication would not affect its taste anyway, as it was just a mutant to Chu Guang.

    Throwing the mutant hyena to Brother Scrambled Egg, Chu Guang and the two yers, Night Ten and Mr. Garbage, began to check the backpacks they picked up.

    "A match, apass, a map, and... a few pieces of dried meat? And some stic pieces? What is written on this thing?"

    Hearing Night Ten''s muttering, Brother Garbage also leaned over. He picked up one with interest and took a closer look.

    "It''s kind of like a casino chip."

    "Give me the stic pieces, I need them."

    Chu Guang confiscated the twenty or so white "stic pieces" with a calm expression. These things were useless to the yer anyways.

    Then, he looked at the jerky in Night Ten''s hand.

    "... Forget these jerky. I don''t rmend you eat it."

    Night Ten was stunned. He was just about to take a bite.

    "Why?"

    Chu Guang thought for a while and replied indirectly.

    "There aren''t many things Marauders wouldn''t eat. You can''t tell what kind of meat it is."

    Before Mr. Garbage reacted yet, Night Ten next to him had already thrown away the jerky and started retching.

    Even in-game, he still couldn''t ept certain settings.

    Seeing Night Ten''s reaction, Chu Guang was suddenly curious about what these yers thought, so he looked at Mr. Garbage and asked.

    "How does it feel to kill someone?"

    Mr. Garbage was dazed and scratched his head.

    "I didn''t pay attention..."

    It was a game, what could he possibly feel? It wasn''t like he hadn''t yed even more bloody games before.

    On the contrary, the blood effects of this game were not very exaggerated, so he didn''t pay much attention at the time.

    But...

    When he rushed and thrust the javelin into thest marauder''s chest, the blood that sshed on him caused him to suddenly have a desire for food.

    It was just like a biological instinct.

    Chu Guang nced at this "lizard man" unexpectedly. He didn''t expect that this yer''s mental quality was unexpectedly good.

    Could it be that the fact that it was a game dilutes the fear of death?

    Or maybe the yers were looking at this world using a kind of perspective that he didn''t understand.

    Chu Guang wasn''t sure.

    After all, this device was not designed by Chu Guang, and he had never used the helmets of yers, let alone know whether the world in their eyes was exactly the same as the world in his eyes.

    It seemed that he would have to use the identity of the game designer to chat with the yers more often...

    ...

    As of 5 o''clock in the afternoon, the wall on the north side of the nursing home had been basically repaired.

    Chu Guang had to admit that these yers were simply geniuses.

    He even felt that his role as an NPC was a bit redundant.

    Although some talents were not written on the attribute panel, they were engraved in their bones. As long as they were given a piece ofnd, they would be able to grow something out of it.

    Even if the server was reset and the world was destroyed tomorrow, they could still rebuild it brick by brick.

    The treasures on the construction site were not just the blue-gray stones, but also the piles of concrete blocks covered in sacks.

    These things were too heavy for ordinary survivors to take away or use, so they still maintained their original appearance at the beginning of the nuclear war until now.

    Although these cements had long been hardened and could not be mixed with sand to be used to build the foundation, it was better to use them directly as bricks for piling up walls.

    At least, it was much more reliable than the pile of yellow mud bricks that Old White burned!

    Under the leadership of [Hold_the_sword_execution], the yers hammered the sawn pine logs that had been cut to four to five meters long into the ground, piled the cement blocks transported from the construction site in the middle, inserted the steel bars stolen from the construction site for fixation, and finally poured the even calcium carbonate cement on it.

    When the cement dried up, a simple but reliable concrete fortification waspleted.

    As for the inner side of the wall, a slope was made with cement blocks and concrete waste.

    In the event of an attack, the yers within the wall only need to crawl on the slope, and then they could use the cover to fight back against the offender.

    Taking into ount that the scale of the outpost would be further expanded in the future, another fortification could be built on the outside of the fort, and it could be used with guard posts and watchtowers for security.

    "... The terrain of the entire wend park is rtively t, and the nursing home is surrounded by a forest. There is no steep slope to be used as a cover. I can cut down all the trees around here, so we can discover when a target gets close to the outpost earlier!"

    "Yo, bro, not bad. What do you do in reality?" Old White looked surprised when he looked at the new yer next to him.

    He had a vague impression of [Hold_the_sword_execution], remembering that this guy seemed to have joined the group a long time ago.

    Unexpectedly, there was such a person lurking in a small game group.

    Hold_the_sword_execution smiled shyly and said embarrassedly.

    "... I''m just a civil engineer, a marginal staff member in the department who drinks tea and reads newspapers all day long."

    "No, no, you are actually quite good! To be honest, I never thought that the wall would bepleted today."

    "You''re ttering me."

    It was already evening, and the afterglow of the sun had appeared at the horizon.

    Brother Scrambled Egg who served as the cook set up a big pot on the open space in front of the nursing home, threw in the fish Gale caught from theke, and made a pot of fresh fish soup with pine nuts.

    The yers all sat on the floor, each with a bowl and a piece of dried smoked meat. Drinking the fish soup and chewing the smoked meat, it actually wasn''t that bad.

    Of course, not everyone would enjoy this meal.

    For example, Teng Teng, who was sitting on the ground, pinched her nose and looked sadly at the bowl in her hand.

    "Uh, it''s so fishy..."

    Whether in-game or in reality, she was very sensitive to smells and couldn''t ept this kind of cooking method.

    Brother Scrambled Egg not far away heard it and rolled his eyes.

    "You think I like it?... There''s no cooking wine here, I''ve tried my best."

    His expression made it clear whether she liked to eat or not, that was all he got.

    "Just make do with it. You will be hungry if you don''t eat in this game," Night Tenforted beside her, "Do you want me to pinch your nose so you can drink it? I''m happy to help."

    Teng Teng moved aside hurriedly.

    "It''s not necessary."

    Speaking of which, did the NPC also need to eat?

    Teng Teng looked around and found that the administrator was also not far away.

    However, he didn''t dine with the yers, just stayed here for a while and then hurriedly left.

    And when he came back again, many yers who were close to him saw that his face was livid and his mood seemed not very good.

    There was amotion among the yers.

    Noting the situation not far away, Old White was curious, so he put down the bowl in his hand and got up from the ground.

    He walked forward quickly and grabbed Gale, who was closer.

    "Brother, what happened?"

    Gale looked solemn and said in a deep voice.

    "I heard that¡­ A yer just died."

 Chapter 33: First Blood!

    Special thanks to M. and C. for the kind donation

    ¡®Someone died?!''

    Old White looked shocked and wasn''t able to react for a while.

    When he came back to his senses, his first reaction was that people could die in this game?

    To be honest, if the yers of this game did not seek death, it was very difficult to die once in this game.

    Old White was not the only one who couldn''t understand, but Chu Guang was also puzzled.

    Unexpectedly, the third batch of yers suffered a nonbat idental casualty as soon as they went online, which was at least half a month earlier than Chu Guang had expected...

    The ID of the dead yer was [Ya Ya], who had the "perception type" gic sequence, and her talent was Toxin Intuition.

    Chu Guang remembered sending her out in the morning to collect berries and edible mushrooms. He didn''t know what happened, so this person must''ve run to the mutant leeches'' den.

    Through the yer list, Chu Guang was able to confirm the yer''s approximate location. When he checked herst area of activity, he found out that it was in the mutant leech nest, so he immediately gave up the idea of retrieving the corpse.

    Thervae of mutant leeches weren''t the worst. They had lost their mouthparts and it was difficult for them to suck blood. At most, they would eat some rotten food. They would even asionally be chewed by cockroaches and mice on the wastnd, or be caught and beaten by hard-working yers.

    However, adult mutant leeches were different.

    They would swallow their prey in one bite. The anesthetic digestive secretion would rx the prey''s muscles within a minute and make the prey lose consciousness within a few minutes.

    Therefore, there was no doubt that Chu Guang would not even be able to find the yers'' bones now.

    In any case, it was time to log out.

    Chu Guang took the yers back to the shelter in batches and watched them return to their chambers. Then he returned to the surface by himself, and came next to the active substance extractor.

    There was ayer of dust on the cylindrical extraction furnace. Since getting this thing, Chu Guang had never used it because there was no electricity.

    What was more frustrating was that even the culture chamber had a wireless charging interface that matched the shelter, but this thing that he got from the mission reward had a plug.

    Obviously, the designer of this device did not intend to let him steal electricity from the shelter.

    "Little Seven."

    "What''s the matter, master?"

    "How should the synthetic substance generated by this thing be injected into the culture chamber?" Chu Guang asked, touching his chin.

    "It''s very simple. The active substance storage tanks of the culture chamber can all be removed. You can just pour the active substance directly in."

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly asked,

    "In other words... it would be okay to remove the storage tanks from the other culture chamber?"

    Little Seven paused.

    "Uh, I don''t know eh, master, do you want to steal..."

    "It''s borrowing."

    Chu Guang interrupted Little Seven and said resolutely, "I will have to wait until the end of the month to get the generator. But I can''t wait until the end of the month to bring the dead yers back to life."

    "Anyway, there are still 70 chambers left unopened, so it''s better to use the active substances in them first."

    Little Seven whispered.

    "But... what if it runs out."

    Chu Guang said without hesitation.

    "We will find a way when wee to that. But right now, we have to solve the immediate problem first."

    There were always more solutions than problems.

    Increasing the death penalty or the additional penalty for consecutive deaths would always make these yers curtail their curiosity.

    In the future, if there were more yers, he could build a "novice vige" and would not let them go out if they were less than level five; there were still many ways to avoid waste.

    Chu Guang still couldn''t figure out what the yer named Ya Ya was thinking. It might be understandable for other yers, but she was a perception-type yer.

    When he got back to the shelter, he intended to chat with her using his identity as the game designer.

    However, the crux of the problem now was not how the yer died, but that the dead yer was a newbie and had no contribution points to be deducted at all.

    In other words, she couldn''t afford the death penalty at all.

    This was a bit troublesome.

    He couldn''t just tell her that she could pay back in the future.

    What would other yers think if they knew that they could do that?

    "... It seems that forcedbor or punitive tasks must be set up to rece the death penalty if they cannot pay the death penalty. Mhm, the NPC''s favorability must drop as well, and continuous death would extend the respawning CD."

    There were always more solutions than difficulties.

    Returning to the shelter with Little Seven, Chu Guang firstpiled statistics of today''s work results on aputer file.

    This was a habit he had developed recently.

    With more and more yers, the daily changes in inventory were not a small number.

    As an administrator, he must n for every material as a whole.

    Mobilizing yers to chop down trees when there was not enough wood, and mobilizing everyone to go hunting and gathering when there was not enough food; no matter what it is, he must ensure that construction and production could proceed smoothly without stagnating due to the shortage of a certain material.

    "Building materials inventory ie is 84 logs, 500 kg of carbon, 500 kg of calcium carbonate cement, two piles of yellow mud bricks, and a few hardened cement blocks. In terms of consumption... 220 logs and today''s cement have been used up, plus an additional 200 kg from the inventory."

    "Roughly, that is."

    "The ie of the food inventory includes 50 kilograms of dried meat, 10 kilograms of smoked fish... along with 2 kilograms of edible fruits and a small amount of raspberry berries. About 10 kilograms of dried meat was consumed, and the dinner tonight was pine nut fish soup, so the smoked fish from the inventory was not used."

    "Perhaps I should hire a warehouse clerk."

    Moreover, Chu Guang also felt that he should figure out a way to get a more urate scale and measuring tools.

    Chu Guang took some time, and ording to the statistical information provided by Little Seven, the contribution points were allocated to each yer''s personal ount ording to the actual situation.

    The newly added yer contribution points were mainly obtained by moving bricks. ording to the calction of 10 contribution points per hour, they were basically distributed in the two numbers of 90 and 100.

    Only Teng Teng''s current contribution point was still 0.

    However, making clothes was inherently a technical job, especially making clothes with unused materials. It would definitely take some time to master it.

    When she was fully ustomed to the tools and materials here, Chu Guang believed that her contribution points would soon umte like a snowball rolling down a hill.

    After the rewards of the yers were allocated, Chu Guang turned on the system and confirmed the rewards for today''s daily tasks.

    [Mission: Cut ten trees, reward: 1 reward point]

    [Mission: Kill a mutant, reward: 3 reward points]

    [Mission: Collect 1 ton of stone, reward: 1 reward point]

    [Mission: Reserve 10 kg of food, 1 bonus point]

    A total of 6 bonus points.

    In fact, the amount of workpleted by the yers had far exceeded the needs of the daily mission, but the reward points that could be easily obtained every day were not that many.

    Chu Guang counted the bonus points he got a few days ago and added the points he got today. That was 17 points in total.

    "Maybe I should try my luck."

    After thinking about it, Chu Guang opened the [Administrator Allowance] sub-page and used 10 points on the intermediate blind box, while the remaining 7 points were all used on the primary blind box.

    Soon the wall trembled.

    As the alloy door opened, the reward from the blind box rolled out along the conveyor belt.

    [Nano Healing Syringe: Mainly used for non-fatal wounds, it can strengthen the tissue repair ability in a short time to achieve the effect of elerating wound healing. ]

    "This thing should be from the intermediate blind box."

    The specific healing effect was not stated, the side effects were unknown, and the active ingredients were also not marked. It belonged to a product like the previous strengthening syringe, which no one could guarantee its quality.

    Chu Guang was not injured now, so he temporarily put the syringe into the drawer of theputer desk, and then looked at other rewards.

    Unsurprisingly, five of the seven rewards were lollipops.

    Amongst them, an orange-vored lollipop was like the previous chocte-vored lollipop, which had a 10-hour attribute boost buff¡ªexcept this time, it was not strength, but physique.

    As for the other two rewards, they were a piece of chocte with a weight of 200g and a box of canned beef with a weight of 230g.

    Emmm...

    Chocte should be edible, but was canned beef really okay?

    If Chu Guang remembered correctly, canned food was invented during the Franco-Prussian War in 1800. Maybe this box of old cans was older than the old antiques in the museum in that world...

    "Forget it... When the yers get online, I''ll just let them try it."

    Chu Guang hesitated for a long time, and eventually decided to wait for the yers to go online tomorrow. He would invite the yer who had the highest degree of favorability to dinner.

    No one should refuse such a good thing.

    It was a reward after all.

    Chu Guang returned to theputer and sat down. Instead of opening the chat group immediately, he opened the official website forum and looked for the yer whose ID was [Ya Ya].

    Originally he thought that it would take a lot of effort, but he didn''t expect that as soon as he opened the forum, he saw this ID on the forum''s homepage, and the posts had more than 100 replies.

    "Uuuuuu, I''m sorry, I shouldn''t take the risk! Please give me another chance! I really didn''t mean it. Please don''t block my device! QAQ"

    ¡®Block your device?''

    ¡®It can''t be.''

    Chu Guang just finished reading the title and didn''t understand what was going on. He didn''t figure out what happened until he continued to read the entire post.

    ¡®This yer¡­''

    ¡®She was really seeking death.''

 Chapter 34: We are a Serious Company

    The body of the post:

    [I admit that I deserve it, but I also had no other choices. It''s like that talent Toxin Intuition is forcing my OCD to take effect. Everything that is poisonous will emit green light in my eyes!]

    ¡®Seriously?''

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, and then he waspletely surprised.

    "Can she even recognize it directly with the naked eye? Is it that incredible?"

    But what exactly was the rule for something to be "poisonous"? Was there a dose limit? And what was the trigger mechanism of this talent?

    Chu Guang didn''t understand...

    So he decided to put aside the things he didn''t understand for the time being, and continued to check the post.

    [... ording to the task given by the administrator, I started picking mushrooms and raspberries in the forest. Relying on the effect of the character''s talent, poisonous berries and mushrooms could easily be identified, so the efficiency was quite high. I collected several stic buckets in just a while. ]

    [I thought that since there was nothing left to be picked around the nursing home, I should check other ces. So I walked to a ce that looked like a parking lot. There are quite a lot of mushrooms there and I picked a lot of them. But when I was about to go back, I suddenly saw a very tall concrete pipe, a bit like a sewer entrance, with a lot of green light in it! ]

    [I didn''t think too much at the time, I simply thought that there must be many mushrooms inside, so I might as well go in and take a look. Anyway, I can recognize the poisonous ones, I just needed to avoid picking those. ]

    [In addition, I didn''t see any dangerous monsters around, so I walked over, put my head in and took a look... I swear, I really just took one look! ]

    [Then a horrible thing happened! ]

    [A pile of meat... I don''t know what it is, but it hit me in the face. At that time, I couldn''t breathe nor could I open my eyes. And soon, I couldn''t even move. It felt like I was swallowed by something? ]

    [In short, although there was no pain, it felt terrible! Almost as soon as I lost consciousness, I suddenly woke up in reality. What happened in the game was just like a nightmare. ]

    [At first, I thought I was disconnected, so I quickly put on the helmet and tried to reconnect, and then I saw the words "connection interrupted" written in the helmet, which then became "restricted login". No matter how many times I tried, I couldn''t log back into the game. Wuwuwu... ]

    ¡®This dumb yer!''

    ¡®Such a feeder¡­''

    After reading the post, Chu Guang was speechless.

    This yer was really dumb. She actually used her face to check the brush. If it were him, he would never dare do such a thing.

    The replies below the post were also not friendly.

    Those who had already obtained the qualifications for the closed beta test were simply gloating, but many people who were still unable to get into the game had condemned this shameful wasteful behavior.

    After all, it would take at least three days to respawn.

    This was equivalent to a direct waste of three days of game time!

    Night Ten: [Don''t worry, you just lost your head, headless-senpai? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Quit_smoking: [God damn it! What kind of noob are you? If you don''t know how to y, please donate the game qualification to those who need it! Huh! (T . T)]

    Big_eyes_in_debt: [Yeah, such a feeder! Please give me your closed beta test qualification!]

    Irene: [Please keep updating! Please tell us in detail about how it feels to be eaten alive? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: [When you say that, it made me think of other things. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    The replies began to derail from the original topic.

    Originally it was a post asking for help, but no one cared whether her problem was solved or not.

    In the end, seeing that the staff didn''t respond, or probably because theizens were too sharp-tongued, the post became a battlefield between the angry original poster and a group of trolls.

    Those people who replied were really sharp-tongued. Clearly, they were trolling the original poster.

    Chu Guang couldn''t stand it anymore, locked her post, and sent a private message to the original poster.

    "Hello, I am Wastnd Online''s game designer. We have received your feedback. ording to the death penalty set by the game, it will take 72 hours to respawn. Please wait patiently for the respawning CD to end. Then you will be able to log in to the game again."

    Ya Ya: "Huh? I have to wait for three days... Can it be changed to one day? I can pay for it. How much do you need?"

    Chu Guang: "It''s not a problem of money."

    Ya Ya: "Couldn''t you make an exception? Please, I''m begging you, I really didn''t mean it. Please help me. By the way, what is your penguin chat number? Can I add it? It''s really troublesome to type here. Can''t we talk on Penguin. (Sad face)"

    Chu Guang: "Rules are rules, I can''t help you with this."

    Ya Ya: "Is it really not possible to make exceptions? (Sad face)"

    Chu Guang remained indifferent and continued to type.

    "I haven''t finished. In addition to the respawning CD, yers will be deducted 500 contribution points for the first death in the game."

    Ya Ya: "Do you have to deduct contribution points?! But, but, I don''t have that many..."

    Chu Guang: "This is the main problem. At present, you only have 30 contribution points, which came from the collection mission. But these contribution points are not enough to pay the death penalty."

    Ya Ya: "What happens if it is not enough? (Nervous)"

    Chu Guang: "Based on the current setting, it will affect the NPC''s evaluation of the yer, in other words, favorability will drop."

    Ya Ya: "Drop favorability?! Please no! QAQ"

    ¡®Now you are scared?''

    ¡®Why weren''t you scared before?''

    "You obviously did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all. Imagine that your role is shouldering the mission of saving civilization. However, as a human elite who goes to the surface to support construction, instead of creating any value, you caused such a big trouble to everyone. Don''t you feel guilty at all?"

    He had wasted arge tank of active substances, but she couldn''t even make 500 contribution points?

    Was she not embarrassed?

    Ya Ya: "But, but this is a game..."

    "Yes, it''s a game, but it''s not a game for you alone," Chu Guang typed righteously, "You should have yed Murder mystery game before, right?"

    Ya Ya: "Yes, yes..."

    Chu Guang: "This is equivalent to having 30 people ying murder mystery game together. If 29 people are ying seriously, but one person is ying foolishly and ying an important role, you should know how bad this behavior is for other yers, right?"

    In fact, it was not that exaggerated. It was just a newbie, it wouldn''t affect that much if she died. But Chu Guang felt that if he didn''t have any reaction, these yers would not take it seriously.

    They must be educated!

    But maybe what Chu Guang said was a bit too much, or maybe this yer had really trolled other people while ying murder mystery game before, she, who was sitting in front of theputer, almost cried.

    She apologized desperately.

    "I''m sorry, very sorry. I was wrong! It''s my fault! QAQ"

    A series of messages shed in the chat window, and Chu Guang, who was about to continue typing, was a little embarrassed.

    He felt like he was bullying a little girl.

    Anyway...

    That was not important.

    Chu Guang: "You don''t have to apologize to me, I just exined to you the punishment mechanism of the game, and why there is such a setting. Later, you can talk to other yers in your post, and I will unlock the post ."

    Chu Guang: "In addition, I have to emphasize again that Wastnd Online is positioned as a hardcore game. At least in the early stage of the game, there will not be too many casual elements, and this is what we decided on when designing the entire game framework. If you really can''t ept the setting, I suggest you switch to a different game or wait for the public beta when the content is much richer."

    Ya Ya: "No, I want to y! I''ll die without the helmet! QAQ"

    Ya Ya: "Mmm, dear Game designer, I have no opinion on death penalty, but how can I restore the favorability? Is it useful to take the initiative to admit mistakes after the respawn? QAQ"

    Chu Guang: "Maybe useful, but not of much significance. The administrator''s AI personality and behavior logic are neutral in terms of settings. His evaluation is mainly determined by whether the yer''s behavior is in line with the overall interests of the shelter. So if you want to make up for it, just show him your hard work and don''t do those dumb things."

    Ya Ya: "I see, then... Can I make a smallment?"

    Chu Guang: "What''s it?"

    Ya Ya: "Can you add some micro-transaction options in the future? The kind that can allow yers to buy gifts to increase favorability? I think there are other games that utilize this, such as Mole''s World¡­ I can buy those gifts."

    Chu Guang was speechless.

    "My friend, don''t always think about using money to solve problems, we are a seriouspany!"

    He was no longer in the real world, what was the point of earning money?

    Ya Ya, who was sitting in front of theputer, was taken aback, her hands stopped on the keyboard, and she couldn''t react for a while.

    A seriouspany...

    A seriouspany doesn''t want to make money?

    Only thosepanies that don''t want to make money are not serious, right?...

    After closing the webpage, Chu Guang set aside this yer''s affairs for the time being, and then logged onto his Penguin.

    Interestingly, the Bull and Horse Club group happened to be discussing the post on the official website.

    It seemed that everyone was still very concerned about the death penalty in the game.

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [I have yed the game. I have to admit that this game just blew up my mind. I took back what I said before! I''mpletely impressed by it!]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [Seriously? You were also bought by the group administrator? ? ? ]

    ("This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do" has been muted by the administrator for 1 hour.)

    Night Ten: [Keep talking nonsense. ]

    Old White: [let''s just ignore him. Have you seen the post on the official website? The one who died today. ]

    Night Ten: [I saw it. The ID is Ya Ya. She is that long-legged gal! White, hurry up and find a way to get her into our group. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Old White: [Get lost, why don''t you do it yourself? ]

    Ample Time: [After reading the post, I have surmised three things: 1. Loss of consciousness or death in the game will cause the connection to be forcibly disconnected. 2. Pain will stop once it reaches a certain limit. This is the same as I tested before. I have to say that the game official is very smart! It doesn''t feel unreal at all. If it hurts too much, it would only make yers stop ying the game, now this is just right! But I''d still like to adjust it myself. (Grimacing Face)]

    Night Ten: [What about thest point? ? ]

    Gale: [If you don''t seek death, death won''te to you. ]

    Ample Time: [That''s right ]

    Quit_smoking: [I can''t take it anymore! Why can''t I get the test qualification?! I really want to y! T.T]

    Old White: [Uh, why don''t you PM Brother Light? ]

    Quit_smoking: [I tried before, but he asked me to wait. T.T]

    Night Ten: [My condolence. ]

    Old White: [Huh? It can''t be. Are you saying bad things about him behind his back secretly? This old brother is very petty-minded, I think his astrological sign must be Scorpio. ]

    Quit_smoking: [No, how dare I say anything bad about him! I am Brother Light''s most loyal simp, okay! ! ! T.T]

    Old White: [That''s weird, I''ll help you ask another day. ]

    Ample Time: [By the way, is Garbage_pickup_level_99 online? ]

    Night Ten: [I don''t know, you want me to @ him? ]

    Old White:[@Garbage_pickup_level_99. ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Ahem, what''s the matter? I''m online. ]

    Chatting with other people was less fun than watching them chatting secretly.

    Moreover, he was new to this group, so he couldn''t find many topics that he could join in.

    Ample Time: [Since your character is a lizard man, do you feel anything strange after taking off your helmet? For example, the coordination of your body parts?]

    Chu Guang, who was also watching the chat, was also interested when he saw this question.

    He was quite curious about what it was like to enter the game as a lizardman.

    Especially when this yer suddenly had such arge tail. He didn''t know if this yer would get used to it.

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Uh¡­ nothing strange. Actually, it doesn''t feel bad. My character''s athletic ability is strong in the game, and the reaction is quick. After I took off the helmet, I also didn''t feel anything strange. But there is one thing that I am not quite used to. I always want to eat raw meat in the game, and my whole body bes very hot when I see the blood. ]

    Ample Time: [Huh! yers can even choose non-human characters, but why can''t we choose female characters! ]

    Gale: [Ahem, calm down brother. ]

    Old White: [You make me a little scared when you be like this. ]

    Ample Time: [Get lost! I just want to try what it feels like, pure curiosity, you know. ]

    Night Ten: [No, no, no, we don''t know. ]

    Gale: [Speaking of which, Night Ten and Brother Garbage, when you two went out hunting with the administrator today, you ran into Marauders? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Yes! There were two marauders and a domesticated mutant hyena. At that time they were executing a scavenger who had already been killed by the plot when we bumped into them! Then we killed the two marauders and took their equipment. ]

    Ample Time: [Domesticated? It turns out that mutants can be domesticated. I don''t know if yers can keep pets in the future... I guess this should be a foreshadowing left by the developer. (Touching chin)]

    Gale: [You killed NPCs? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Mhm, the attack was ordered by the administrator¡­ So it should not be considered a vition of the regtions in the Resident Handbook? Later, I even checked the handbook again. It only stipted that it was forbidden to attack neutral and friendly NPCs. ]

    Night Ten: [Uh, I think those should be wild monsters. They are probably not NPCs? But the bleeding effect is... it''s a bit lifelike, I almost thought it was real. ]

    When Chu Guang saw this, he was lost in thought.

    He had spected before whether the world the yers saw was filtered, and now it seemed that this was really possible.

    However, this filter was not necessarily the kind of filter in the beauty camera, it was more likely to be a kind of conceptual blur.

    It was like how the device handled the pain.

    Pain beyond the limit would be shielded by the yer''s brain, and sensory shocks beyond the tolerable range should also be handled with a corresponding "emotional dulling".

    Otherwise, once the brain''s "fuse mechanism" was triggered, the yer would directly awaken from the "nightmare", and the connection would be interrupted?

    Obviously, these details had been taken into consideration by the designer of this device.

    At this point in the analysis, Chu Guang suddenly became a little envious.

    When he first came to the Wastnd, it took him a long time to ovee these psychological obstacles.

    Gale: [Did they speak Mandarin? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Theirnguage is very strange, the pronunciation doesn''t sound like Chinese, maybe a little bit simr. But I don''t understand it anyway. It''s probably randomly generated by the program. ]

    When depicting aliens or other worlds, many film and television works or games would have simr settings. They created a "foreignnguage" by disrupting the normal sequence of a passage, and some were simply made up.

    For example, the mini people in The Sims.

    ording to Garbage_pickup_level_99, Wastnd Online should have adopted a simr design.

    For this point alone, this game was not bad.

    Ample Time: [mhm, the arrangement of this plot is actually quite interesting, I think it is to remind us of the hidden crisis in this wastnd. Just like the mutant tribes discovered before, the purpose should be to create a sense of crisis. ]

    Night Ten: [Uh, isn''t it a randomly generated plot? ]

    Ample Time: [Anything you see is a designed program, there is no real randomness. ]

    Old White: [I think what Ample Time said is a bit reasonable. Think about it, it happened on the day when the new yers went online¡­ it seemed somewhat deliberately arranged. ]

    Ample Time: [It can only be regarded as a kind of conjecture! I think this plot can be understood as that as the scale of the outpost expands and the yer''s overall strength increases, the conflict between the yers and other forces and mutants in the wastnd will gradually intensify. The fight for survival resources and space may be the main theme of the next stage of the game. ]

    Ample Time: [Now they can actually prepare for the war campaign! I guess that soon after the Winter Is Coming expansion ends, and the next expansion will be the camp conflict. ]

    Gale: [Awesome...]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Damn, this analysis is incredible. ]

    Night Ten: [Brother Ample Time is truly an incredible yer! ]

    Quit_smoking: [Damn it! I really want to y! T . T]

    Then the group of friends began to exchange the skills of steelmaking and gunpowder making, leaving Chu Guang in front of the screen stunned.

    ¡®Holy shit! This old brother thought about things that he didn''t even think about.''

    ¡®He is really a talent!''

    Chu Guang sighed in his heart, and conveniently copied and pasted the content analyzed by this old brother to the file to save.

    If someone asked in the future, Chu Guang decided to exin it this way

 Chapter 35: Please, Let Me Get Back into the Game to Move Bricks!

    Chapter 35: Please, Let Me Get Back into the Game to Move Bricks!

    The number of yers has changed from single digits to double digits, not only improving productivity, but also increasing a lot of new problems.

    For example, online time.

    Chu Guang found that he seemed to have overlooked one thing. Not everyone needed to go to work or school during the day.

    Especially in the single yer gamingmunity.

    What was notcking the most was probably the kind of member who chatted in the group 24 hours a day, making it unclear as to what those people did in reality.

    While watching people chatting until the middle of the night, Chu Guang fell asleep, forgetting to turn off theputer.

    When he was dozing off in a chair, he was woken up by the sound of a pop-up of a private chat.

    ¡®Damn it.¡¯

    ¡®Who is it that disturbs my sleep¡­¡¯

    Rubbing his eyes and waking up, Chu Guang squinted his eyes and opened the private chat message and found that it was sent by "Garbage_pickup_level_99" from the Bull and Horse Club.

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Brother Light! When is the earliest time yers can log into the game! ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [I can¡¯t wait, please, let me log into the game to move bricks! ]

    ¡®What the heck.¡¯

    ¡®There are even people like this?l

    Chu Guang hadn''t fully woken up yet, and he had been brewing for a while before typing his reply.

    Light: [I was just taking a nap¡­ Do you not have to go to work during the day? ? ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Hey hey. What is work? yers can definitely make a lot of money in this game in the future! So it''s better to seize the time to level up! ]

    Light: "..."

    ¡®Is it really okay to say such words in front of the game designer?¡¯

    ¡®Forget it.¡¯

    ¡®Just treat it as if I didn''t hear it.¡¯

    Light: [You should just take it easy, the date of the open beta has not been decided. The first phase of the test mayst for one or two years, and then it may take another three to five years for another phase.]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [That¡¯s fine! Even if apany like yours is not worried about bankruptcy, why should I worry about it? Haha. ]

    His thinking was very clear.

    It was even clearer than most yers who had qualified for the closed beta.

    Those games currently on the market were notparable to this game at all.

    Just the technology of liberating the sleeping time alone was enough to make this game invincible.

    Who would refuse to have eight extra hours of life in a day?

    So what if the testing phase was tiresome? It was not like it would be tiresome all the way until the test finished. Only idiots would regard the content of a game in the testing phase as the whole content of the game.

    Mr. Garbage looked much further than other yers.

    Although he didn¡¯t know when the open beta would be avable, as long as it was essible, it would definitely be popr.

    ying early already gave him enough of an advantage. Starting a day earlier than others meant one day''s advantage over others, not to mention that the game itself was enough to make him addicted.

    Light: [...you do you. ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [So, is that yes? Please let me log into the game. I promise, I will do anything you say! ]

    Light: [I can''t control what you are doing, just follow the rules of the game. But¡­ Even if you can log into the game, you won¡¯t have anything to do in the game at this time, right? The game time and the real time are synchronized, and it should still bete at night in the game. ]

    This was why Chu Guang did not let the survivors rush to work at night.

    Even if it was him, he would not dare to spend one night in the wild.

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [It¡¯s exactly because it iste at night! You may not know, but my gic sequence in the game is that of a mutant! Strictly speaking, the night is my home court, but the day is when I should sleep! So brother, please let me login. ]

    Light: [Let me talk to my superior first. ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Thanks Brother Light! ! ! ]

    Chu Guang sighed, got up from the chair, and adjusted the cor and buttons that were a bit messy.

    He had never seen such an active yer.

    However, this guy''s statement also seemed to make some sense.

    Strictly speaking, it was true that the night was the home court of mutants.

    For the "Garbage_pickup_level_99" who was a lizardman, darkness did not necessarily mean danger, but may be a cover.

    With an idea in his mind, Chu Guang opened the yer list and changed Brother Garbage¡¯s device from [Locked] to [Enable].

    Almost as he was operating, the sound of the hatch opening in the next room immediately came.

    My goodness.

    He is so fast?

    Looking at the lizardmaning from the room, Chu Guang suppressed his surprised expression, put his hands behind his back, and said to him with a serious expression.

    "You are awake? That¡¯s great. I happen to have a task for you on my side."

    A mission was triggered! ?

    Garbage_pickup_level_99 stood upright and said vigorously.

    "Please tell me, dear administrator."

    Chu Guang didn''t talk nonsense, and went straight to the main topic.

    "There is a mutant human tribe on 76th Street directly opposite the east gate of the Wend Park. During the day, we found traces of marauder activities in the blocks along the viaduct in the north. I suspect that there are marauder strongholds in the north."

    "I need you to scout northward along the viaduct and search for all traces of survivor activities within a straight-line radius of 3 kilometers. If you find a suspected survivor stronghold, mark it on the map and report back immediately.

    ¡°Remember to hide yourself and avoid all unnecessary fights.¡±

    "In addition, if you find suitable prey, you may hunt some along the way, and the reward will be effective at any time."

    After hearing Chu Guang''s order, the two-meter-tall lizardman immediately bowed his head respectfully.

    "Yes! Dear Administrator!"

    After finally getting permission to go online, Garbage_pickup_level_99 did not dy for a moment. After leaving the shelter, he quickly disappeared into the night outside the nursing home.

    Chu Guang could sense the approximate location and distance of each yer.

    After confirming that Brother Garbage did not run around, but followed his order to go north, Chu Guang returned to the shelter, closed the door, and continued to doze in a chair.

    ...

    The next day, before six o''clock in the morning.

    Except for Ya Ya who was fed to mutant leeches yesterday and was still waiting for her clone to be created, other yers crawled out of the culture chamber one after another.

    As for Brother Garbage who went outst night, he still hadn''te back yet.

    However, Chu Guang could confirm through the yer list that he was still alive, and he was not too far away from the wend park.

    "Dear administrator, are there any arrangements for today?" Old White stepped forward first and asked respectfully.

    Although it was pointless, he would say it every day, hoping to trigger some hidden mission.

    It didn''t matter even if it couldn¡¯t trigger anything. He just needed to show up in front of the administrator.

    Chu Guang also fulfilled his duties as an NPC as always, and answered routinely.

    "Just like yesterday, the tasks are all written on the bulletin board. In addition to that, you can y freely. The outpost is now in short supply of food and building materials... and fortifications."

    One side of the wall of the outpost had been repaired.

    The remaining three sides should bepleted in two days.

    What Chu Guang was more worried about now was that the noise in the outpost was getting louder and louder, which may rm the mutant tribe on 76th Street to the east.

    The entire outpost now had three guns in total, two of which were made of 5mm small water pipes. It could be said that not only couldn''t they win against those green-skinned muscr guys, but he was sure that they would be destroyed by them. At that time, he could probably only run away.

    If he was caught by those animals, it would really be worse than death. Under normal circumstances, people¡¯s minds would be broken before their bodies...

    Of course, if yers were really captured, it was estimated that they would be forcibly disconnected. Even if they were curious, they would not be able to feel what happenedter.

    A group of people came to the surface in batches, preparing to start a new day of work vigorously.

    "Where is Mr. Garbage? Why didn''t we see him?" Night Ten looked around and found that there was no big lizard among the crowd.

    Chu Guang nced at him and said.

    "He has set off early, and I have a special task for him."

    Hearing this sentence, the faces of nearby yers showed envy.

    Sure enough, special sses were different.

    They were still moving bricks, but that guy had already triggered an exclusive mission.

    Damn that lucky guy!

    "Night Ten, you will go out with meter... and Ample Time, you too." Chu Guang thought for a long time and finally decided to bring someone who was smarter.

    Ample Time looked ttered and decisively abandoned Old White, who had a "sorrowful" look in his eyes, and trotted over.

    Although he had talked to Old White before going online saying that they were going to research the st furnaces together today, that was not as fun as following the administrator to do missions.

    Not to mention the generous rewards.

    The enthusiastic first-hand information alone was enough for him to get excited!

    "Good brother, wait for me toe back!"

    "Fu** off, don''te back."

    Without paying attention to themunication between the two yers, Chu Guang took out the two 5mm iron barrel rifles from his back and threw them into the hands of Ample Time and Night Ten respectively.

    At the same time, 20 bullets were sent to them together.

    He didn¡¯t hold out much hope that these two newbies would hit people with this kind of gun that had no rifling. When it was critical, he just hoped that they could use the two guns to scare the opponent and create an opportunity for him.

    Maybe if they were lucky, they would hit the opponent.

    Even if it was just hit once, it would give them a lot of advantages.

    Of course, it was best if there would be no fighting.

    "The safety is on the right side of the trigger. You should familiarize yourself with its position, but don''t touch it unless I ask you to release the safety."

    Looking at the two yers who were ying with the guns in their hands with excitement, Chu Guang paused and continued.

    "In a moment we are going to a nearby survivor stronghold to exchange some supplies for the outpost with the locals. No matter what happens, you must listen to mymand, and remember not to recklessly¡ªespecially remember¡ªopen fire at will, or make hostile behavior without authorization.

    ¡°Remember, we represent the entirety of shelter 404.¡±

    ¡°Understand?"

    "Understood! Dear Administrator," Ample Time stood upright excitedly and gave ame and non-standard military salute, "I will absolutely obey yourmand!"

    Night Ten''s reaction was a little slower, but his mind turned fairly fast, and he hurriedly followed Ample Time''s movements to salute.

    "Yes, sir!"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Where did they learn those lines? Did they not feel embarrassed saying it?

    However, as an administrator, he certainly would not say such things. His dominance over the yers was, in a sense, positively rted to the yers'' enthusiasm.

    The more yers identified themselves as "shelter residents", the more they would obey his orders instead of creating trouble.

    "... Very good, very energetic!"

    Chu Guang coughed slightly and looked outside the nursing home seriously.

    "We need to carry 50 kilograms of dried smoked meat, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, 10 furs of mutant hyenas... and a cart for use. You two go and prepare together. We will be on the road in ten minutes!"

 Chapter 36: Brown Farm! New NPC stronghold!

    The construction of an outpost required tools.

    And the amount needed was quite a lot.

    For example, tongs and hammers for forging, axes for cutting trees and saws for breaking down wood, and small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, and wrenches.

    Without the tools, a lot of work was either difficult to carry out, or even if carried out, it was extremely inefficient.

    For instance, the stering scrapers used by yers in the outpost to repair walls were all wood substitutes made by [WC_really_has_mosquitoes].

    In fact, if they were in the first few years of the Wastnd Era, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops and the like.

    Thanks to the material technology developed before the war, the quality of these things was usually great.

    However, two hundred years have passed. The easy-to-search ces had long been visited many times. Resource-rich ces such as department stores, supermarkets and repair shops were even the nests of survivors in the early years. It was impossible to have many things left.

    However, nothing was absolute.

    Just like how until today, 211 yearster, scavengers could still find a little material from the wastnd, there would always be some good things left by careless people.

    These items were usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements or ced on shelves as rubbish for the passing caravans to select.

    Chu Guang''s idea was simple.

    He intended to take two yers dressed as a caravan and go to the nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.

    Before leaving, he changed into the casual clothes he picked up.

    Chu Guang took Night Ten and Ample Time, starting from the south gate of the Wend Park, avoiding 76th Street, and proceeding to the southeast along the tattered path.

    The distance between the nursing home and Brown Farm was about the same as the distance between the nursing home and Bett Street. The straight-line distance on the map was about three kilometers. The difference was that one was in the south and the other was in the southeast.

    As for why he chose Brown Farm, the reason was actually very simple.

    Part of it was that no one knew him there, let alone knew about his background. Another was that the road to Brown Farm would be a little easier, and there would be rtively fewer ruins to travel through.

    But even so, walking on the wastnd actually took far more than three kilometers.

    A group of people stopped from time to time along the way, bypassing the impassable ruins. During this period, not only did they have to beware of mutants, but they also had to be careful of being targeted by malicious survivors.

    Finally, before nine o''clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.

    At the end of the dirt road, there was a spacious iron gate, and on both sides of the gate was a wall made of concrete stones.

    The wall was not high, which was less than three meters. A row of aluminum alloy canopies and steel bars were inserted on the wall, seemingly reinforced using industrial waste.

    The dense bullet holes on the wall and a gallow where a skeleton hung outside the walls both showed that the people here were not easy to deal with.

    It could be seen from the road signs on the side of the highway that this ce was once a rural farmhouse before the war.

    There were indications that in the early days of the copse of order, the survivors who escaped from the city upied this area.

    Unlike Bett Street.

    The owner of Brown Farm, Mr. Brown, was a realndlord, and there were only a few free people here, unlike Bett Street.

    People living here had only two identities, either as Mr. Brown''s hatchet men or as ves.

    However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would have malicious intentions. The forces that had two plots to nt rarely actively attacked outsiders. After all, those who wore shoes had to weigh whether it was worth bullying those who were barefoot.

    Walking to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stopping, Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled to the two yers behind him to stop.

    At the same time the group stopped, a ck barrel of a gun protruded from between the aluminum alloy tes on the fence.

    Showing the weapon meant that there was no hostility.

    It seemed that this contact was quite sessful, and Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

    The man standing on the wall shouted aggressively.

    "Hey, hey, stop! Who are you? What are you doing here!"

    "We don''t have malicious intentions. We just want to exchange something with you." Chu Guang signaled to the yers behind him not to be nervous, Chu Guang looked at the man in front of him without changing his expression and said.

    "Exchange something?"

    The man quickly nced at the trolley behind the three of them, but he did not remove his index finger from the trigger, and he still stared at Chu Guang with suspicious eyes.

    "I haven''t seen you before. Where did youe from?"

    Chu Guang used the excuses he had prepared in advance.

    "From the wilderness, we migrated to this area recently."

    The man questioned. "Nomads?"

    Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.

    "It depends on how you understand it."

    Nomads were not umon in the wastnd, especially in the suburbs. It could even be said that they are rtivelymon.

    These people usually did not enter the city, and mainly wandered in the wilderness between cities.

    They didn''t farm and they lived on grazing and hunting, chasing the footprints of mutants and herds, migrating from one area to another, and asionally doing business like merchants, using the prey and garbage they collected to exchange for daily necessities.

    Of course, they asionally engaged in raids.

    There were no good or bad people in the absolute sense on the wastnd. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone could be a marauder.

    The man did not immediately trust the three people in front of the gate, but the guns in the hands of the three made him afraid to act rashly.

    Especially not knowing how many people were in their "tribes".

    "What do you have? And what do you want to exchange?"

    "50 kilograms of dried meat, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 mutated hyena fur¡­ We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground. I promise that we will leave when the transaction ispleted, and we will never stay here for another second. "

    Atst, the man finally believed that this group was here to make a deal. The man slowly withdrew the muzzle that was sticking out of the fence, and said in a warning tone.

    "You, wait here, I''ll go back and ask for instructions."

    "Okay."

    After speaking, Chu Guang stood quietly and waited.

    The two yers behind him were whispering.

    "This survivor''s stronghold is pretty cool... I''m talking about the architectural style here, which has that kind of post-apocalyptic taste."

    "Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content in this update."

    "Is that a new NPC?"

    "It should be, but I don''t know what he is talking about."

    "Yeah, me too, I only know that his expression looks pretty awkward..."

    "I think so too."

    No one liked to be pointed at by a gun.

    Chu Guang didn''t like it either.

    But after all, he couldn''t be resurrected, so he still had to restrain himself when he was outside.

    Without waiting too long, the iron gate in front opened quickly.

    A wooden trailer was pulled by a shackled ve out of the wall under the watch of two gunmen.

    The trailer was stacked with sacks full of grain and tools stuffed in wooden boxes.

    The man who had previously shouted to Chu Guang on the fence also walked out of the gate, staring at him with piercing eyes.

    "Liu Zhengyue."

    "Chu Guang."

    The two shook hands briefly and quickly let go.

    Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.

    "I want to know what kind of meat your trolley is carrying."

    "The dried meat is the meat of mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish are catfish and crucian. You can check it at will." Chu Guang said calmly.

    He knew what this man was worried about.

    Liu Zhengyue didn''t waste any time talking. He stepped forward, reached out and lifted the stic sheet on the trolley, and checked closely.

    Especially those smoked meats, they were the focus of inspection.

    He took a small knife from his waist, randomly picked a good-quality jerky, cut off a thumb-sized section, and threw it to the ve pulling the trailer.

    "Eat."

    The ve did not dare to resist, and hurriedly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth.

    "It''s the meat of a mutated hyena. It has no salt and is air-dried."

    It was normal that there was no salty taste. After all, it was ind. Liu Zhengyue didn''t say much, and waited quietly with his eyes closed slightly.

    Almost ten minutes passed.

    Seeing that the ve did not have any unusual reactions, his frowned eyebrows smoothed out slightly, and he turned his head to look at Chu Guang and said with his hands gesturing numbers.

    "For 1 kilogram of dried meat and smoked fish, we''ll exchange 2 kilograms of green wheat or 2 kilograms of shofar potatoes. For trading the fur for tools, one for each piece."

    Shofar potatoes were a root crop. It tasted a bit like potatoes, and shaped like goat horns.

    Because it was rich in carbohydrates and easy to store and grow, this thing, like green wheat, was the main food for survivors in this area.

    When he was on Bett Street before, Chu Guang once saw survivors nting this thing at their doors, such as the Yu family''s house opposite his house at Bett Street.

    Chu Guang had also tried to nt it before, but he quickly gave up.

    It was not that he couldn''t grow it, but he had to go out to pick up waste every day. Because he had no one watching it, someone dug all his shofar potatoes before he could harvest them.

    It might be a good idea to buy some shofar potatoes and nt them at the outpost.

    "1 kilogram of meat can be exchanged for at least 5 kilograms of grain and half a kilogram of green wheat and shofar potatoes. In addition, these furs are all good furs, and one can at least change three tools," Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I''ve been to Bett Street, so don''t assume that I don''t know the market."

    The reason why he gave this price was that he believed that the other party would further bargain the price with him.

    However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that after listening to his offer, Liu Zhengyue did not bargain, but instead gave him a look of surprise.

    ¡®Could it be that the price I asked is too high?''

    Just as Chu Guang was thinking about whether to give in, the man in front of him finally recovered, looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression, and slowly nodded his head.

    "...Deal."

    ¡®Don''t these people bargain when trading with other people?''

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he suddenly cursed in his heart.

    ¡®Fu**!''

    ¡®That fu***ng town mayor!''

    ¡®He even messes around with food prices!''

    The two yers next to him were dumbfounded. After all, they couldn''t understand thenguage, so they couldn''t understand themunication between the administrator and the "indigenous" in front of them.

    But seeing that person nodded...

    It seemed like the agreement had been made.

    However, they didn''t know why the administrator''s face was sullen.

    50 kilograms of dried meat and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were exchanged for 350 kilograms of green wheat and potatoes that were stuffed in more than a dozen sacks.

    The remaining ten pieces of fur were reced with thirty tools.

    When Chu Guang chose tools, he chose those with better quality, preferably alloy products produced before the war.

    They may be old antiques from two hundred years ago, in terms of quality, they were better than the imitations made of iron or pure steel by the aboriginal people on the wastnd.

    Liu Zhengyue didn''t say anything, and didn''t care about Chu Guang''s picking at all.

    Obviously, there were still many more of these tools in the farm, and most likely, they were sold by scavengers picking up rubbish nearby or left over by the passing merchant.

    After the grains were weighed, they were all loaded on the trolley.

    Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands again, the faces strained from distrust finally revealed a stiff smile.

    "You''re wee to stop by again."

    "I will."

    "We still have some varieties of tobo leaves here, do you need them?" Liu Zhengyue took out a handful of dried tobo leaves from his pocket and showed them to Chu Guang, "It can relieve fatigue and add vor when wrapped in food. It is very easy to use."

    "Next time, we have nothing more to trade."

    If possible, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two ves, but as he said, he had nothing left to trade.

    So maybe next time?

    "No, no, my friend, this bag is free, it is a gift for you."

    Liu Zhengyue stuffed it into Chu Guang''s hand with a smile. This time his smile was much more natural than before.

    Hearing that it was a gift, Chu Guang stopped rejecting it and epted it decisively.

    Although he didn''t smoke this thing, he should still be able to exchange it for one or two chips.

    Keep it for himself?

    No way, he would never do such a thing.

    The trade was finallypleted.

    Chu Guang instructed Ample Time to drag the trolley on the road, shook hands with Liu Zhengyue for the final time, and then turned and followed with Night Ten.

    On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.

    This trade could be described as a bumper harvest.

    The two yers who came with him were equally in a good mood, and they were discussing excitedly at the moment.

    "This is Brown Farm?"

    Ample Time: "Mhm, I think so... If there is no ident, what we tested today should be a trading system and a new neutral force base! But it''s just my guess. In the next update, we will probably get a trading mission or something like that. Remember what the unreliable game designer told us before ying? The economic system of Wastnd Online will be designed ording to apletely real demand and supply system, and the exchange of materials with other survivors'' gathering ces is essential! I guess this part of the content will be released in the next update!"

    Night Ten: "Awesome! I can''t wait for the open beta after hearing what you said!"

    Ample Time: "I think it is still too early for an open beta. This gamepany''s ambitions are not small, and there is still a lot of content to be tested. However, I feel that there is no need to wait until the open beta. So far, the game content is already very rich!"

    Night Ten: "But then again... Are you sure that Brother Light wouldn''t be able to hear us saying that he is unreliable here?"

    Ample Time gasped.

    "Shit¡­ You''re right... Brother Light, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    ¡®Forget it.''

    ¡®I''ll just pretend that I didn''t hear it.''

    As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two yers. His eyes were naturally looking around, seeming to wander carelessly, but in fact, he was observing the shadows that might hide danger everywhere.

    It was around ten o''clock in the morning, which was a rtively safe time.

    But he still couldn''t lower his guard.

    In the wastnd, anything could happen.

    "Did you hear that sound?" Night Ten, who was tugged by Ample Time, suddenly stopped, frowned and looked around.

    "Sound?"

    Ample Time was taken aback for a moment. Although he heard nothing, he still stopped.

    Chu Guang frowned, nced at his surroundings vigntly, and unconsciously released the safety on the gun.

    He heard the noises too...

    It was the breathing of mutants!

    Chu Guang raised his head abruptly and looked towards the vines on the building in front of them. He saw a monster with an abominable face crawling on the wall. The gray-ckplexion almost blended with the wall. Its scarlet eyes had locked on everyone.

    It had no legs. Instead, it had four slender and strong arms, with dry fingers like hooks, firmly fixing its body to the concrete structure wall.

    The muscles in its chest were undting gently as it chewed on a human leg bone at the corner of its bloody mouth. Its hissing breath exuded desire for flesh and blood.

    Chu Guang''s pupils suddenly shrank, almost reducing to a mere pinpoint.

    It was a Creeper!

 Chapter 37: Creeper!

    ''But why is it active during the day?!''

    There was a chill on Chu Guang''s back.

    Before he could think about this problem, he raised the muzzle abruptly and sternly shouted while pulling the trigger.

    "Disperse!"

    Bang!

    me burst out from the muzzle.

    However, the distance was too far, and the bullet did not hit the target, only leaving a deep bullet hole in the wall behind the creeper.

    Enraged by the sshing stones and shrapnel, the creeper crushed the leg bone on its mouth, and bellowed wildly.

    "Roar!"

    The yers were all frightened by this roar, standing motionless next to the trolley, their feet seemed to have been glued to the ground.

    ''Holy shit!''

    ''This is so much more shocking than marauders!''

    "How many times do I have to say it! Disperse from the trolley!" Chu Guang shouted, his hand did not stop at all. He quickly pulled the bolt to continue shooting, firing several rounds in a row.

    Thanks to the experience he gained from hunting these days, though he hasn''t turned into a sharpshooter having extreme uracy, the action of changing his ammunition was much smoother than when he first touched a gun.

    The creeper''s four arms moved fast, its figure shed suddenly, and it went into the building through a window.

    At this time, the two yers finally reacted, hurriedly raised their guns, and aimed nervously.

    "Administrator, we are not going anywhere!"

    "Ye-yes! We will defend to the death¡ª"

    "I asked you to get away from the trolley!"

    Seeing these two idiots still stammering there, Chu Guang felt like giving them a kick on their butts.

    However, this was clearly not the time to do so.

    He could feel the danger approaching quickly.

    A creeper was different from a cruncher.

    Although both were the products of mutant fungi, thetter was obviously more like a zombie with itsck of self-consciousness, only retaining the instinct to eat and its fear of the sun. It was also inferior to the mutant hyena.

    But the former was different. This guy was almost indistinguishable from "alive" creatures. They did not hunt by instinct but with their mind.

    They would not only think about tactics, but also chase down targets that were lost from their field of vision. The sunlight would make them feel terrified, but it did not limit their actions.

    ''Which idiot provoked this thing!''

    A drop of cold sweat slid across Chu Guang''s forehead, his eyes swiftly wandering around the concrete builders along the street, his nerves tense to the extreme.

    ''Left?''

    ''Or on the right¡ª''

    From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an afterimage. Chu Guang turned his gun sharply and pointed to the second floor of the shop along the street on the right.

    At almost the same time, the disgusting creeper moved four arms and rushed towards him fiercely.

    Bang!

    The index finger on the trigger moved by itself.

    In a split second, the bullet was lucky enough to hit the shoulder of the creeper.

    ck blood sttered instantly.

    The creeper screamed in pain and rolled and fell to the ground.

    Although it took a while, the two yers would still react after all; they quickly raised the 5mm iron-barreled rifle in their hands and fired.

    However, because the two guns were of inferior quality without rifling, and neither of them had any shooting experience, none of them hit the target.

    They didn''t even scratch it.

    The gunshot wound on the shoulder didn''t stop the creeper but aroused its bloody nature. It rolled up from the ground and rushed to the target that it considered the most threatening.

    Death came like a gust of wind.

    Chu Guang, who had just finished reloading the gun, almost instinctively let go of the iron-barreled rifle in his hand, pulled out the steel pipe he had kept behind his back as a javelin, and held it in front of him, blocking the big bloody mouth biting toward him.

    The steel pipe was squeaking under the biting force, Chu Guang gritted his teeth, and every inch of his body''s muscles tightened to the limit.

    But no matter what significant difference his 9 points of strength gave inparison to that of ordinary people, it still proved slightly inferior in front of mutants like the creeper.

    Even though Chu Guang tried his best, he still felt himself gradually lose his footing. The mutants crawling on the ground pushed back with brute force and mmed him into the bus that had broken down in the middle of the road.

    Boom¡ª¡ª!

    Thepletely rusted car shell was cracked and dented, and Chu Guang felt as if he lost consciousness for a moment.

    And yet, it was precisely because of the threat of dying that his instinct to survive had been ignited.

    "Damn it!"

    His eyes slowly grew bloodshot while staring at the approaching fangs.

    Suddenly Chu Guang felt a surge of power rushing out of his widened blood vessels. He vigorously pushed against the big mouth that was trying to bite him and even managed to faintly force it back.

    Perhaps it was the smell of danger from the prey in front of it. The creeper suddenly raised its two forearms, intending to grab his shoulders to tear him apartpletely!

    However, in this split second, the sound of two consecutive gunshots followed. One shot hit the bus and the othernded on the creeper''s shoulder de.

    "Roar¡ª!"

    The creeper, with its injured back, let out a miserable howl.

    The grip of its mouth on the steel pipe loosened automatically, and its head suddenly lifted back. It had lost its bnce for a while and lost control of its prey.

    "Ahhhhh! Go to hell!"

    Throwing away the gun in his hand, Ample Time picked up the 9mm iron-barreled rifle dropped by Chu Guang, yelled, andunched a charge.

    ''Terrible marksmanship?''

    Then fired it when pressing the gun against its skin.

    Bang!

    The trigger was pressed, the bullet was ejected, and the ck blood exploded on the creeper''s back.

    This shot was still not deadly, but it was enough.

    Chu Guang seized the opportunity, raised the steel pipe in his hand that waspletely bent into a V shape, and mmed the pointed end into the creeper''s neck.

    Once.

    Twice

    Three times!

    Then he used all his strength to twist it.

    The ck blood gushed wildly, like a faucet that had been turned on, showering Chu Guang all over.

    The creeper let out a shriveled roar, its arms waving uncontrobly while it struggled backwards. Then it finally fell heavily to the ground in a twisted posture, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

    Chu Guang, who was leaning on the bus, panted, raised his arm to wipe the ck blood off his face, and spit on the ground.

    "Thanks."

    Looking at the bloody administrator, the two yers were shocked.

    ''So strong!''

    If it were them, let alone fight with this creeper, they probably couldn''t hold it back for one round.

    "You''re wee... I will help you up."

    Ample Time was the first to recover.

    Seeing that the plot should be over, he immediately stepped forward to hold the administrator up, but the administrator raised his hand and stopped him.

    "No, I''ll rest for a while..."

    Panting, Chu Guang nced at his bruised arm, it was as if he saw the beating of blood vessels under his muscles.

    Is this the potential hidden in the gic sequence...

    When he was driven to a desperate situation earlier, he felt an infinite force gushing out of his arms, and his strength was actually on par with the creeper.

    It''s hard to describe the feeling he had just now.

    Gently squeezing his sore fists, Chu Guang decided to go back and take a physical examination.

    He wanted to know what happened to his body just now.

    At this time, Night Ten, carrying a gun, also walked over.

    "Administrator, should we go to the neighboring shop to rest for a while? The street is wide open, and I am worried that it will be dangerous..."

    "Indeed, with so many gunshots just now, someone nearby must have heard it." Ample Time also echoed.

    In fact, Chu Guang wanted to say that any survivor who heard the howl of the creeper would have hidden from a distance and would not dare to look here.

    But, at this moment, the muscles all over his body felt like they had been ripped apart, and he really needed a break.

    "Alright... Ample Time, you help me to the restaurant across the street. Night Ten, you drag our trolley to the door."

    Night Ten nodded vigorously.

    "Okay! By the way, does that creeper''s body need to be recycled?"

    Chu Guang shook his head.

    "No. Its meat cannot be eaten."

    The creeper''s nervous system had beenpletely eroded by the mutant fungus, and every inch of its cell contained a deadly neurotoxin.

    Strictly speaking, the ck blood that he was drenched with was also poisonous, but, regardless of the dose and toxicity, it was not as lethal as drinking the fluid directly.

    Moreover, he had 7 points of physique, and his recovery ability, resistance to abnormal conditions, and immunity were basically 140% of that of a normal adult male, so he was not that easy to be poisoned.

    Speaking of it, he didn''t know if this creeper was considered a mammal, and if it could be thrown into the Active Substance Extractor for recycling.

    If he could get the generator, he could give it a try.

    But...

    After taking a look at the trolley full of grain, Chu Guang sighed silently in his heart.

    ''What a pity.''

    ''There is no ce to store it anymore.''

    ''I can''t stack that monster''s body on the food¡­''

    ...

    Night Ten trotted in the direction of the trolley.

    Chu Guang put a hand on Ample Time''s shoulder and limped towards the restaurant on the opposite side of the street.

    However, when the two passed through the open door of the store and were about to find a ce to sit and rest for a while, they suddenly noticed that there was a person sitting in front of the bar of the restaurant.

    A woman with red hair.

    Her dashing face was pale due to blood loss, her slender eyebrows were tightly pressed together, and big beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead.

    The scariest thing was that part of her right leg under the knee was gone, and the wound was simply bandaged with only half of her torn sleeve and some bandage.

    ''My goodness.''

    As it turned out, this woman was the one who provoked the monster.

    ''But she didn''t pass out?''

    Chu Guang finally figured out where the human leg that was in the creeper''s mouth just now came from.

    "New NPC!"

    Ample Time was still standing there in surprise, Chu Guang had already grabbed his rifle from his hand and aimed at the woman lying on the ground without hesitation.

    "You''d better not move¡­ My injury is lighter than yours."

    The woman''s hand had touched the pistol on the ground.

    Seeing that the muzzle of the gun had been aimed at herself, she pushed the pistol to Chu Guang''s feet, and simply closed her eyes.

    "She is an enemy?"

    Noting the administrator''s actions, Ample Time nervously asked the identity of the other party. But to Chu Guang, asking this question on the wastnd itself was stupid.

    "I don''t know."

    But that''s not important.

    Chu Guang answered ambiguously. He then signaled Ample Time to help him sit on a chair that was next to him, pulled the bolt with a "click," loaded the gun, and then pped the rifle on the table.

    Hearing the sound of the bullet being loaded, the woman''s eyebrows twitched, her closed eyes filled with regret.

    Who would have thought that the gun in this guy''s hand was actually unloaded...

    Although the pain was terrible, Chu Guang still forced himself to make a happy expression on his face.

    "We can talk."

    The woman forced herself to stay calm and saidposedly,

    "What do you want to know?"

    Chu Guang didn''t beat around the bush either, he first introduced himself and then went straight to the topic.

    "Chu Guang, your name?"

    "Xia Yan."

    "Who are you?"

    "A mercenary from Boulder City."

    "Where is your teammate, you are the only one?"

    "Dead."

    "Oh... how many dead?"

    Xia Yan''s mouth twitched, gritted her teeth, and said.

    "Three¡­ Except for me, all dead."

    Chu Guang nodded and looked at Night Ten who was dragging the trolley to the door, speaking in Mandarin.

    "Just leave the things at the door, don''t drag them in, you go look around here to see if there is anyone who dresses like thedy on the ground... or any corpse. If you find them, bring back their equipment."

    Night Ten stared at the woman who was slumping in front of the bar, not knowing where the NPC came out of.

    ''Huh!''

    ''Did I miss the cutscene?''

    Staring at the man who turned and left, Xia Yan''s eyes flickered slightly. She neither understood whatnguage the man just used nor did she know what the man was doing.

    "By the way, I almost forgot to ask you, what''s wrong with that creeper?" Chu Guang looked at Xia Yan who opened her eyes, and then asked, "How did you provoke it?"

    "It was watching us." Xia Yan didn''t hide it, and said frankly, "We encountered it when we were searching the entrance of Shelter 117... It chased us all the way out of the subway, and we were almost wiped out by it."

    The creeper was really difficult to get rid of, especially in narrow terrain, even experienced veterans would have a problem with it.

    This was the first time Chu Guang encountered this thing. He only heard Old Charlie of Bett Street say before that if he ever came across a four-armed monster, he must run as fast as he could.

    Thinking about it now, it was fortunate that he didn''t listen to the old man.

    How would he be able to outrun such a thing!

    "The entrance of Shelter 117? What is that?" Chu Guang asked curiously.

    "I don''t know, we only know that its approximate location is near the New World Department Store Station on Line 7 in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. It contains what our employer wants."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    He didn''t really care if what this woman said was true or not. There may be some good things in Shelter 117, but it was not worth it for him to take the risk.

    Just look at the miserable look of this woman.

    Even professionals were beaten up like this, so who could''ve known how dangerous it would be.

    The top priority now was to develop the outpost, and Chu Guang did not intend to make a fortune. Wasn''t it good to just leave it to the yers¡ªwhen he had enough strength in the future?

    Why take that risk himself?

    Seeing Chu Guang didn''t seem very interested, Xia Yan asked tentatively.

    "Are you not interested?"

    "Why should I be interested?"

    "I heard that there is an exoframe in it."

    "Oh, did you see it? Let me take a look at the photo."

    "... No."

    Chu Guang smiled faintly. "Then tell me again when you have the photos."

    For him, chatting with this woman was just to kill time. When Night Ten came back from getting the "drops," he would also be done resting.

    He would leave the pistol on the ground for her.

    As for whether she could survive, it had nothing to do with him.

    "By the way, is the color of your hair dyed or natural?"

    Xia Yan was taken aback.

    The topic jumped too far and so suddenly that she didn''t immediately react.

    "... Na-natural."

    "Oh, the color is pretty, but it''s time to wash your hair."

    Xia Yan red at him angrily.

    "Are you teasing me?"

    Chu Guang smiled and thought it was funny.

    However, just as he was about to tease a few more words, a sharp shout suddenly came from the door.

    "Let her go!"

 Chapter 38: Shoot me!

    Chu Guang turned his head.

    A strong man was standing at the door, his left arm firmly locked Night Ten''s neck and his tied hands. His right hand held a pistol, the muzzle pressing against Night Ten''s temple.

    However, as soon as he said the phrase "let her go", two guns were quickly aimed at him.

    Upon seeing this, the brawny man subconsciously hid behind Night Ten, yelling hurriedly.

    "Don''t move! Yourpanion is in my hands! I know you are strong, but can you still beat the bullet?"

    Chu Guang holding the gun was dazed, and the corners of his mouth turned up unnaturally.

    Strong? Me?

    Hey, this is so embarrassing.

    It was the first time someone praised him for being strong in the wastnd in more than five months.

    "Chen Yang? You''re not dead?!" Xia Yan stared at the man at the door.

    The brawny man was obviously embarrassed, but he managed to squeeze a smile from his face.

    "Hehe, I won''t die that easily here. Wait there, I''ll save you first!"

    Hope rekindled in Xia Yan''s eyes.

    If possible, she certainly did not want to fall into the hands of these "primitives". She could imagine how she would be treated if she was captured by them.

    asionally there were captured mercenaries who were redeemed from ve traders by teammates or insurancepanies¡ªthat is¡ªif they happened to be sold to Boulder City.

    But even if they were still alive, they were no different from dead.

    Whether it was mentally or physically.

    Finally, a gap appeared between the brawny man''s arms, and Night Ten, who was almost suffocated to death, didn''t even take a breath.

    He yelled while struggling desperately.

    "Shoot! Shoot me! What are you waiting for! Fu**... This guy has body odor, it''s so terrible!"

    If the brawny man knew what this guy was yelling, maybe he would fire the pistol without any hesitation.

    But it was a pity.

    The man didn''t understand, he only felt that the hostage was noisy.

    Raising the handle of the pistol and smashing the back of the hostage''s head, Chen Yang sternly scolded.

    "Stop struggling!"

    But how would Night Ten listen to him? Not to mention that he didn''t understand what he was saying.

    He couldn''t feel pain at all when it was over the set limit, but because of the smash, he yelled even louder.

    "Fire at me! Administrator, please don''t worry about me, I can''t die!"

    Of course, I know you can''t die.

    Who do you think gave you ess to the game?

    Chu Guang rolled his eyes in his heart, but his face did not reveal any expression. He calmly looked at the brawny man named Chen Yang at the door and said lightly.

    "I don''t like being threatened. You''d better put your gun down and put your hands above your head and face the wall. Then I can spare your life."

    Chen Yang said angrily.

    "I''m not joking with you! I will really shoot!"

    "Me too," Chu Guang looked at him calmly, "Do you want to try? We can count to three and do it together."

    Xia Yan, who was leaning against the bar, couldn''t stand it anymore. She didn''t want her teammate, who managed to escape, to die because of her.

    "Enough, Chen Yang, you can leave... Don''t worry about me."

    Chu Guang ignored her and said the first number softly.

    "3."

    Looking at Chu Guang, who was already counting down, a drop of cold sweat slipped across Chen Yang''s forehead.

    This lunatic!

    Doesn''t he care about the life of hispanion at all!

    And the hostage in his hand, with an expression that seemed eager to die, didn''t look like a hostage at all.

    "2."

    They are crazy.

    All of them are crazy!

    "Wait a minute, stop, I have no intention of threatening you! You can have her, I only need one thing!"

    Chen Yang admitted that he was scared.

    ncing at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, he quickly continued, "Give me the key she has, and I will release your man immediately when I get it!"

    Chu Guang raised his eyebrows, a little curious.

    "Key?"

    "A maic card! She knows what I''m talking about!"

    Chu Guang looked at Xia Yan who was lying on the ground, but the woman didn''t look at him, she just looked at her former teammate nkly.

    "So you''re here for the key..."

    "Instead of dying here for nothing, it''s better to let meplete themission."

    Teammate?

    This is a wastnd.

    Originally, he nned to wait for the creeper to leave and then search the corpses of his teammates, otherwise he would not have yed dead. He kept watching with cold eyes and waited until now to help her.

    Chen Yang ignored the disappointed ex-teammate, and slowly backed away with the gun still against the hostage''s temple, staring at the expression on Chu Guang''s face.

    "What do you think? A woman and yourpanion, I only need a key on her body! It''s useless if you hold on to it anyway."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "That makes sense."

    It seems like a great deal.

    But¡­¡­

    He did not need it.

    Chu Guang looked at Xia Yan.

    "Give it to him."

    Seeing that the Administrator didn''t shoot for a long time, and instead, he began to talk to the man, Night Ten struggled more intensely for fear that this NPC wouldpromise with the man for him.

    "Don''t worry about me! Ample Time, are you stupid? Shoot!"

    I''m a yer.

    I''m not scared of dying!

    Moreover, if he dies here, it will be considered a heroic sacrifice, the NPC''s favorability toward him will increase rapidly.

    "Motherfu... Don''t move, let me aim at him."

    Ample Time was nervous.

    He didn''t dare to move?

    It was not that he couldn''t bring himself to do it. In fact, killing his teammate was something that he did quite often in PUBG, but this game was not PUBG. After all, the administrator hadn''t said anything, how would he dare to make a move?

    What if he missed the key plot!

    Xia Yan silently took out the bloody maic card from her pocket, which was handed to her by the captain before he died.

    It stood to reason that it was impossible for Chen Yang to know that this key was on her.

    Unless he had searched the captain''s body.

    Then she understood it all in an instant.

    Xia Yan looked at her former teammate nkly. Compared to sadness or fear, she felt more numb in her heart.

    Maybe he would end up miserable in the future. Like a dirty rag, she would probably be thrown in the corner waiting for mold or be sold to other ve traders by these barbarians until she could no longer work.

    But she suddenly felt that these were not important anymore.

    "Take it."

    With the key between her fingers, she threw the key out.

    Looking at the key at his feet, Chen Yang''s eyes shed with ecstasy, unable to conceal his greed. He stretched out his foot to step on it and wanted to kick it out of the door.

    However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to him.

    Almost at the same time he stretched out his right foot, the hostage who was struggling fiercely in his arms suddenly slipped from his elbow, and knelt directly on the ground with one knee.

    Before Chen Yang could react, there were two gunshots ringing from the side, one of which directly shot through his head, bursting out a blood mist in front of his forehead.

    With eyes wide open, Chen Yang fell straight back, and he still didn''t understand what happened even after he died.

    "BOOM!!! Headshot!"

    Throwing the barrel in his hand, Ample Time shouted excitedly.

    ¡®He was hit by me. All your bullets flew to the street lights outside... You really need to train your aim." Chu Guang reloaded the rifle with a speechless expression.

    He could not count on the marksmanship of these yers.

    Speaking of, this was the first time he had used the "GM" authority to kick a yer offline.

    Unexpectedly, this function was really easy to use.

    Of course, if the yer asked, he wouldn''t admit it. At most, he would use the identity of a game designer to exinwork connectivity issues.

    "You.. Killed him..."

    Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang stupidly, and obviously did not expect that he would shoot suddenly.

    Chu Guang said impatiently.

    "I''ve said it already, I don''t like people threatening me, not to mention that I''ve already given him a chance."

    Not to mention that this guy was pointing a gun at him.

    While talking, Night Ten who was still kneeling on the floor suddenly convulsed and woke up with a dazed expression on his face.

    "How did I lose the connection just now?"

    Moving his gaze nkly and looking at the dead man behind him, Night Ten instinctively jumped from the ground.

    "Fu*k, how did this guy die?"

    Did he miss the plot again?!

    Ample Time walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

    "It may be due to thework connectivity issue, but it''s great that you can log back in... A headshot, hehe, am I awesome?"

    "Damn, that''s incredible!"

    Well.

    It seemed that he didn''t even need to exin it.

    Withdrawing his eyes from the two yers, Chu Guang felt that he was almost fully recovered, so he got up from the chair.

    Walking to Chen Yang''s body, Chu Guang reached out and picked up the blood-stained key and the dropped pistol by his feet.

    The former was temporarily of no use to him, while thetter was a good thing.

    Chu Guang yed with the pistol for a while. It seemed that this thing should be semi-automatic. He did not know how powerful it was, but it should be decent enough.

    "I''m going to leave, good luck."

    Seeing Chu Guang talking to her, Xia Yan raised her head nkly.

    "Aren''t you taking me?"

    Chu Guang asked rhetorically.

    "Did I say that I would take you?"

    Xia Yan was stunned.

    This waspletely different from what she had expected.

    But now there was no time for her to think.

    Seeing that the man named Chu Guang was really not joking and took his two loyal subordinates to the door, and thinking that she was going to be left here by herself, she suddenly panicked.

    "You¡­ are really not marauders?"

    Chu Guang stopped and teased her.

    "Are you disappointed?"

    "Me," Xia Yan opened her mouth, embarrassed for a while, and continued with a dry cough, "I mean, you''re the survivors nearby? Can you take me to your settlement?"

    She had nowhere to go now anyway.

    Wanting to walk back to Boulder City on one leg was far more ridiculous than going head-to-head with a creeper, let alone the fact that she couldn''t go back.

    Since the group in front of them were not marauders or ve traders, it wouldn''t be bad to leave with them.

    However, Chu Guang didn''t want to take this burden with him.

    Shelter''s current medical conditions certainly cannot provide her with a mechanical prosthetic body.

    Without a leg, she would not be able to do heavy work, and he would have one more mouth to feed. If he had spare food, he would prefer to recruit more yers.

    But at this moment, he heard a quiet conversation between the two yers.

    "This woman is a new NPC?"

    "It''s possible, but it''s hard to say... It seems that the administrator doesn''t n to take her."

    "But I think she can still be rescued."

    "Indeed, it seems that she should be a mercenary. Even if she lost a leg, she has knowledge in guns and weapons, right? So maybe she''ll be an NPC that sells weapons."

    Emmm...

    This seemed to make a lot of sense.

    Chu Guang thought a little, and looked at Xia Yan.

    "I''ll just say it straight. Now you are just our burden. Even if I bring you to a nearby survivor settlement, your fate will not be much better than death."

    Xia Yan bit her lip and lowered her head.

    This was the truth.

    Needless to say, she could imagine what she would end up with.

    Looking at this silent woman, Chu Guang continued.

    "Of course, if you have a skill, I can take you¡­ As long as you''re willing to work for me."

 Chapter 39: Finally, is there a new NPC?

    In fact, there were no other choices.

    Xia Yan knew very well that with only one leg left, it was difficult to even get out of this street, let alone go back to Boulder City.

    Moreover, what could she possibly do if she got back?

    Although she had been working as a mercenary for a long time, she basically didn''t save much money. A better neuron-linked bionic prosthetic would cost tens of thousands of chips at least, and a mechanically driven prosthesis would also cost thousands of chips.

    This price was almost the same as a set of chemically powered exoskeleton.

    Even if she sold herself, she still would not be able to afford it.

    She either leaves with these people or waits for her death here.

    The choice was not so difficult.

    Sitting on the edge of the swaying wooden trolley while bumping up and down with the piled sacks, Xia Yan sighed silently in her heart.

    Perhaps this journey is thest moment of freedom for me.

    Apart from taking her back to have a baby, she really couldn''t think of any reason why the man in front of her wanted to take her with them.

    Skills?

    Work?

    Haha¡­ Very funny.

    After thinking about it, she only had her body left.

    I heard that the first time will hurt, but I don''t know if it''s true...

    "Here we are."

    The sound from the front interrupted at least 200,000 words of imagination in Xia Yan''s mind.

    Recovering from her daydreaming, Xia Yan suddenly raised her head and found that she had been taken to a small forest by this group of people at some point.

    In front of her was an open space strewn with wooden logs surrounded by the forest, and an unfinished concrete wall stood in it.

    Beside the concrete wall were kilns emitting smoke, with pits for smoked meat and fish racks alongside it.

    The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, non-stop banging sounds filled the air.There were people smashing the stones with hammers, operating the blowers to blow air into the kilns, carrying stones, building walls, or cutting trees.

    This looked like arge construction site.

    Primitive but busy.

    These people... are all his subordinates?

    Seeing all this in front of her, Xia Yan''s pale face was filled with surprise. She counted them roughly and found that there were more than a dozen or twenty people in sight alone, all wearing a blue uniform.

    The moment she saw their clothes clearly, it took her less than a second to guess the identities of these people.

    Shelter residents!?

    I haven''t heard of a shelter near here.

    But¡­¡­

    What are they doing?

    Xia Yan was a little confused.

    Shelters were not umon in Qingquan City. Some had been opened many years ago, and many of them were still locked up until now, waiting for the unlocking period to arrive.

    Those good shelters could asionally be regarded as a great force, and those that were worse had basically be the rations of mutant humans or mutants in general.

    Xia Yan remembered that there seemed to be a shelter not far from Boulder City, but the survivors who lived there were more exclusive and unwilling to contact people outside and they were rather stubborn, rarelying out of the shelter.

    What''s the point of having this kind of fence?

    It looks strong, and bullets should not be able to prate it, but no matter how strong the wall is, can it be stronger than the gate of the shelter?

    That thing can even block gamma rays.

    "... Are you from a shelter?"

    "Yes," Chu Guang said, taking a look at the wound on her leg, "I thought you passed out."

    She was very obedient along the way, and Chu Guang''s attention was basically on the surroundings; he didn''t pay much attention to her, so he thought that this woman had lost too much blood and passed out.

    Unexpectedly, she was still awake.

    "I''m not that weak."

    Xia Yan cocked her chin and made her eyebrows as stiff as her expression. She felt that this might make herself look a little stronger.

    At least it would not make her look timid.

    Unfortunately, no one cared about her pretentiously tough posture, or even noticed it at all.

    "I can see it," Chu Guang said casually, withdrawing his gaze from the bloody and broken leg. "Your wounds are healing a little bit faster than ordinary people."

    Applying the attribute temte of shelter 404, this woman''s physique was at least 8 points, and the error was about ¡À1.

    If it were an ordinary person, even if they didn''t lose too much blood, they would have passed out with a high fever right now.

    However, this woman could actually hold it. Apart from having sweat beads on her forehead and a pale face, she seemedpletely fine.

    Of course, it may be due to "talent".

    The survivors in the wastnd were more or less connected with the word mutation, and it was not surprising that there were some physical characteristics that were different from ordinary people.

    Chu Guang looked at the two yers and ordered.

    "Send the food to ''Tomato_scrambled_eggs'' and let him store it properly."

    A few days ago, Chu Guang told Brother Scrambled Egg to build a granary that could store grains and meat.

    If there were no idents, it would have been built now.

    Whether the food should be dried before putting into storage or just piled in whole bags, he believed this cook was more professional and more reliable than himself.

    Now that there were yers, Chu Guang didn''t bother to worry about these trivial matters.

    Last time, just making smoked meat already gave him a headache. If it was him who built the granary, the food would probably either get moldy or be eaten by rats.

    Hearing the administrator''s instructions, Ample Time and Night Ten nodded together and epted the task.

    "Yes!"

    "Yes!"

    Chu Guang didn''t say anything.

    He stretched out his hand to pick up the female mercenary who was lying on the trolley, ignoring thetter''s exmation, and carried her on his shoulder like a sack.

    Then, with the other hand stretched out, he grabbed the backpacks that Night Ten had taken from the other three mercenaries and walked towards the nursing home in a stride.

    Night Ten and Ample Time watched him admiringly.

    A living person and thisrge package of equipment would add up to 50 kilograms.

    To be able to pick them up with two hands, the Administrator was too strong!

    Looking at the Administrator walking towards the nursing home, Old White, who noticed the situation here, quietly approached them.

    "What happened? Who is the person that our boss is carrying?"

    "You ask Ample Time. He saw the whole plot. I got disconnected." Either searching the bag or being used as a hostage, the hapless Night Ten felt like he was a tool that was being used by NPCs repeatedly.

    Ample Time made a helpless expression.

    "Don''t look at me, this game doesn''t have subtitles, and I don''t understand what the NPCs are talking about... You can understand her as a newly added NPC."

    He had a rough idea about what happened, but it was a bit difficult to tell it in detail, so he could only wait for the official website to update the information.

    Old White was dazed.

    "Okay¡­ but then again, why was she injured so badly?"

    "Sigh, let alone the serious injury, she almost didn''t make it," Night Ten said with a sigh, "You don''t know what we encountered on the way back."

    "What happened?"

    "Creeper!"

    "Seriously?" Old White looked at Night Ten with a surprised look and quickly asked, "Did you meet a creeper? What does that thing look like?"

    There was information about creepers on the official website, but apart from a few abstract text descriptions, there was no description of its power.

    There was no picture book to refer to.

    Old White only remembered that this thing seemed to belong to the same category as the Cruncher. They were all symbiont mutants born under fungal infections. They seemed to be rted to biological weapons, and it was hard to tell what their ancestors were.

    Originally, he still thought that this thing was probably a monster in the setting, and that the gamepany may not have made a model yet.

    Unexpectedly, these two actually met one!

    "It has four long arms, very ugly. It''s about half a person tall when crawling, and two meters tall when it stands up. This thing is not only ridiculously powerful, but the key point is its speed! We all used guns to shoot it, but all of us missed. Later, the administrator picked up the steel pipe and stabbed it to death."

    Night Ten described the situation at the time, however, his description was so vague that it didn''t provide much useful information.

    Old White looked at Ample Time for help, thetter sighed.

    "I''m also not very clear, but basically like Night Ten said, that Ceeper is really strong."

    "I think the new expansion not only updates the in-game activities, but also adds more mutants, new NPC camps, and rted missions. Let''s talk about this when we go offline... The administrator asked me to send the trolley to Brother Scrambled Egg. Let me submit the mission first."

    Although Old White really wanted to talk to Ample Time about his new discoveries, there were only three hours left before dark, so there was really not much time to talk.Old White sighed and nodded.

    "Okay, you go first... I''ll research more about the small st furnace, and you can help me when you''re done."

    "Mhm, see youter."

    ...

    On the other side, in the nursing home.

    The yers who were constructing on the scaffolding noticed the administrator returning from the outside.

    Of course, they also noticed the woman he carried on his shoulders.

    "Damn, look, look, the administrator is carrying a person on his shoulders!"

    "Who is that person???"

    "New NPC?"

    "It''s a girl!"

    "Finally there is a new NPC! Brothers, we are one step closer to the open beta!"

    "Oh, oh, oh!"

    Thinking that they were one step closer to the open beta, the yers one by one became even more energetic like they were on some kind of drugs.

    Xia Yan, who was carried on the shoulders by Chu Guang, felt her cheeks were burning, not only because of her posture, but also because of the gazes of all yers.

    She couldn''t understand what those people were saying, but she didn''t need to understand.

    Anyone could guess that it was nothing but dirty talks like the lecherous eyes of these men.

    She could imagine that they were like hyenas on the wastnd, cheering for their leaders and hoping to get a bone or a bite of broth after he was done with the prey.

    Obviously, she was the tender and deliciousmb.

    Xia Yan became more frightened as she thought about it, her clenched teeth couldn''t help clicking repeatedly, and her eyes teared up a little.

    She suddenly regretted it. Instead of being humiliated by a pack of wolves, she might as well kill herself and die with dignity.

    But her body did not listen to her.

    The elevator went down and arrived at the basement.

    Chu Guang strode through the gate of the shelter, through the buffer room, into the residents'' hall, and threw the package full of equipment aside, before throwing Xia Yan on his shoulder onto the chair.

    "Ow! Can you not be gentle?... Wha, what are you doing!?"

    After letting out a painful grunt, Xia Yan stared at Chu Guang who was approaching nervously.

    "Don''t move."

    Chu Guang opened the drawer with his hand and took out a silver-white metal tube from the inside. After removing the stic cover, he flicked the tube habitually.

    "It shouldn''t hurt, bear with me."

 Chapter 40: Level Up and New Talents

    [Nano Healing Syringe: Mainly used for non-fatal injuries, it can strengthen the tissue repair ability in a short time to achieve the effect of elerating wound healing. ]

    This thing was obtained by Chu Guang from the blind box.

    Seeing that this woman''s recovery ability was so strong before, Chu Guang originally nned to save this injection, but when he found that her wound had started to be inmed and swollen, he weighed the pros and cons and finally dispelled the idea of saving costs.

    If he let the condition of the wound worsen, she might be amputated.

    The shelter, for now, had no doctors who could perform surgical operations, not even anesthetics and alcohol for disinfection, let alone a sterile environment that could perform major operations.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang made up his mind silently.

    Leaving the matter of anesthetic aside, at least he needed to ask Brother Mosquito to get the alcohol out!

    Seeing Chu Guang approaching step by step, Xia Yan instinctively wanted to retreat, but with only one leg and half her life left, she sat weakly on the chair, unable to retreat.

    "You, don''te over."

    Chu Guang did not bother to exin anything to her, just sticking the needle in her right leg.

    "Ah-"

    Huh?

    Doesn''t hurt?

    Halfway through screaming, Xia Yan stopped and looked at the man in front of her with a dazed expression until he withdrew the needle that was stuck in her leg.

    What happened?

    Why doesn''t it hurt at all...

    Just when Xia Yan wanted to ask this in a low voice, her consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

    "What did you do to me?"

    "I saved your life, you don''t need to thank me."

    Actually, if you really want to thank me, you can try to work hard.

    However, Chu Guang did not expect the natives of this world to be as diligent as the yers from the other world.

    Xia Yan wanted to say something, but her tongue could no longer move. Her consciousness quickly fell into darkness, and her panicked breathing gradually became even more uniform.

    "I didn''t expect this thing to have an effect of inducing sleep."

    "Fortunately, I didn''t use it in battle..."

    Observing her reaction quietly, Chu Guang took a pen from the drawer and silently wrote down her clinical reaction in a small notebook.

    Nano Healing Syringe has side effects such as drowsiness, anesthesia, and trance, so it should not be used inbat.

    After finishing this, Chu Guang carried her to the next door, found four rooms where the culture chamber had not been activated, and put her on the ground.

    The efficacy of Nano Healing Syringe has begun to appear.

    The originally swollen and pus-filled wound was gradually no longer swollen and purulent, and her pale cheeks gradually recovered some healthyplexion.

    Although it was impossible to expect the lost calf to grow back, at least she did not need to amputate her entire leg.

    The temperature and air level of the shelter were basically stable, within the most suitable range for human living. Although the floor was a bit cooler, it was much better than the outside.

    Now she just needed to rest.

    This woman''s physique was pretty good, and Chu Guang believed that she would get better.

    Leaving a piece of chocte and a bottle of pure water produced by the outpost on the ground, Chu Guang locked the door of the room with the authority of the administrator to prevent this woman from wandering in the shelter after waking up.

    Then, Chu Guang went back to the residents'' hall and couldn''t wait to do an individual check on himself.

    [

    ID: Chu Guang

    gic sequence: administrator

    Grade: LV.5¡úLV.7

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 9¡ú10

    Agility: 6

    Constitution: 7¡ú8

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 6

    ]

    "Leveling up two levels in a row?"

    Although he faintly felt that he was close to the edge of a breakthrough, he did not expect that this time the crisis would make him jump directly from LV5 to LV7.

    Chu Guang''s face was full of surprises and joy.

    But having said that, the attribute''s changes caused by the development progress of the "administrator" gic sequence seemed to follow no rules.

    Other yers had main attributes, but he didn''t. The points that increased seemed to be randomly allocated.

    However, the addition of 1 point of strength and 1 point of physique was not bad.

    These two were basically the most useful and better attributes in the early stage.

    Chu Guang now had 10 strength points, which was almost twice as powerful as that of an ordinary adult male. This was also true for items rted to endurance, explosiveness, and other rted items in the physical examination results.

    The improvement of physique meant that he would have a stronger physique and a stronger resistance to negative states.

    Of course, what Chu Guang cared most about was the talent bar at the bottom of the attribute panel.

    Compared with thest medical examination, this time there was an extra line in the talent column¡ª¡ª

    [Talent: Wild Instinct (In a limited state, the wild instinct can be awakened, all attributes are increased by 10-15% during the duration and the umtion speed of fatigue value is increased by 20-30%.)]

    "Wild instinct, not bad..."

    But Chu Guang still felt that this word sounded weird.

    However, it was not that hard for him to ept it.

    After all, the first administrator who designed this set of attribute panels and conversion forms was a guy full of bad tastes.

    Based on the previous physical examination data, Chu Guang roughly made a guess.

    Simply put, this talent should be able to improve the work of the whole body''s cells, metabolic efficiency, or stimte the secretion of adrenaline within a certain period of time.

    The effect was somewhat simr to a stimnt.

    However, it was only simr.

    The physiological and chemical reactions involved should be quiteplicated.

    Moreover, the panel data determined by the body examination was only a reference after all.

    For example, for the creeper he encountered today, in terms of panel data alone, this beast would have crushed him as a human without any suspense.

    But even so, it was still not an easy task for this monster to kill him.

    After entering the medical examination data into theputer for archiving, Chu Guang looked at the backpack he had thrown on the ground before. He reached out and picked it up.

    Inside was the equipment that Night Ten had found from the corpses of the three mercenaries.

    The moment the zipper was unzipped, an expression of joy immediately appeared on Chu Guang''s face.

    Four pistols, two submachine guns without buttstocks, a pump-action shotgun, and an assault rifle that was broken into two pieces in the middle.

    Regardless of whether the assault rifle could be repaired or not, the harvest this time out could be described as a bumper harvest!

    "I''m rich!"

    The drops from those guys are awesome!

    In addition to firearms, there were probably one or two hundred rounds of bullets. Some were packed in magazines, and some were just scattered, cramming half-person-height backpacks.

    It could be seen that the Night Ten was very careful when searching those mercenaries, he even collected the empty magazines and stuffed them into the bag, leaving nothing behind.

    However, the materials used for these bullets were very general. Most of them were forged from steel. Only a few loose bullets had steel cores covered by copper or lead cores covered by copper.

    Chu Guang also noticed that a few bullets were painted with red paint, and the materials were not verymon, so they should be special bullets.

    Although these mercenaries were not rich, they had sufficient firepower.

    "It seems that the strength of Boulder City cannot be underestimated..." After weighing the bullet that had its tip painted red, Chu Guang gently threw it back into his bag.

    The overall strength of a region was usually linked to its productivity.

    For example, the marauders in the suburbs would use self-made iron-barreled rifles or pick up weapons, and some even use cold weapons.

    To be able to arm all the "stragglers" to such an extent, the industrial capability of Boulder City was probably even more amazing than his hearsay rumors.

    Chu Guang made up his mind.

    When this winter passed, he would want to visit that city.

    It would be better to organize a caravan to go there.

    The scale of the outposts would berger andrger, and trade with other survivor strongholds was inevitable.

    He could not always expect those unscrupulous profiteers to deliver things to the door, and he still had to go there in person if he didn''t want to rely too much on those profiteers.

 Chapter 41: The Game Official is too Conscientious!

    Evening.

    The yers returned to the nursing home one after another. Brother Scrambled Egg, who was in charge, set up a cauldron in the open space and began to cook thest meal of the day.

    Tonight''s recipe was salt-boiled shofar potatoes with dried meat.

    Thanks to the discovery of the new NPC stronghold, the shelter yers finally had a meal other than fish soup.

    The taste of these shofar potatoes was not bad. After boiled in salt water, it was poured with soy sauce. It tasted a bit like KFC mashed potatoes.

    It just cost a little soy sauce.

    Just making these 28 servings of mashed potatoes used almost one-fifth of a bottle of soy sauce, and they even used it sparingly.

    On the other hand, the shelter''s salt didn''t seem to be enough, as only half a bag was left.

    If it was consumed at this rate, it would only not take a few days for them to use up all the salt.

    "Wow! This mashed potato is too great! Uncle Scrambled Egg, can I have another bowl?" Teng Teng squatting on the ground with a bowl in her hands, with a satisfied expression on her face.

    "No, one bowl per person." Not satisfied with the word "Uncle", Scrambled Egg rolled his eyes and said in a bad mood.

    "Then will we still have mashed potatoes tomorrow?" Teng Teng said pitifully.

    "We can''t afford it. There is not much soy sauce. I need to save it. If you want to eat mashed potatoes then order a takeaway in real life." As Brother Scrambled Egg said this, he sighed in his heart.

    It was such a difficult task to cook for these guys every day.

    After working as a chef for so many years, he has never wanted to save ingredients for his boss so much.

    On the other side, Night Ten sat in the middle of the yers while holding a bowl and talked about what happened during the day excitedly, even forgetting to eat.

    He especially started talking more enthusiastically at the part when he encountered the creeper on the way back, excitedly putting down the bowl in his hand before picking up a branch and drawing it on the ground.

    "At that time, I was walking on the street. Then all of sudden, I felt a chill on my back, and the warning signs all over my body suddenly became restless! At that moment, I immediately picked up the gun and pew pew pew¡ª"

    Ample Time, who was sitting next to him, couldn''t help but mock.

    "Pew pew pew my ass. You think you are shootingsers or what?"

    Night Ten gave a dry cough.

    "That''s not important!"

    "What happenedter? Carry on. How did you kill that thing?"

    "Yes, yes, don''t interrupt!"

    The yers next to him didn''t pay much attention to these details. Whether he was bragging or not, the content itself was indeed very interesting, so they all moured and asked him to continue.

    "Calm down, everyone. When the creeper pounced on me, I immediately slid..."

    Seeing that everyone was so interested, Night Ten continued to describe how he supported the administrator who was entangled by the creeper, how he searched the drops, including how he was attacked, and how he tactically disconnected his device to cooperate with teammates to fight back...

    Ample Time kept rolling his eyes when he heard his boasting. Unable to stand it anymore, he picked another ce to eat his meal.

    By the time they finished, the sun was setting.

    Moving Little Seven from the upstairs, Chu Guang took the yers back to the shelter in batches, watching them lie down in the culture chamber and exit the game safely.

    Except for Mr. Garbage, who was still in the jungle, everyone was back.

    However, Chu Guang was not very worried about him.

    Through the yer list, Chu Guang could confirm that this guy was still alive, but had gone offline two hours ago.

    No matter how hardcore a yer he was, it was impossible for him to spend 24 hours a day in the game. He still needed to get up to eat, move the limbs and so on in real life.

    Moreover, the clones in the game also need to rest. No one could be awake for twenty-four hours straight, not even a lizardman.

    ording to the information disclosed on the official website.

    Lying in the culture chamber was not the only way to go offline. As long as they lost their consciousness, they would be disconnected.

    This included but was not limited to giving oneself a blow on the back of one''s head, or finding a ce to lie down and sleep.

    However, this logout method was not very reliable.

    Not only could their progress not be "saved", but it was also unsafe for them.

    The clone quickly synthesized by the culture chamber did not possess any mentality.

    In other words, in the absence of consciousness'' connection, these clones would hardly respond to external stimuli.

    At this time, if a mutant mouse or cockroach happened to pass by, those clones would definitely be killed.

    But Mr. Garbage should have found a safe ce to hide himself, at least it was quite safe for now.

    Put the matter of Mr. Garbage aside for the time being.

    Chu Guang sat down in front of theputer in the residents'' lobby, and ording to the usual practice, first summarized the results of today''s work.

    "The construction of the east wall ispleted."

    "In terms of resources, the inventory for building materials includes 110 logs, one ton of charcoal, one ton of Pornd cement, two piles of yellow mud bricks, and a few hardened cement blocks. If consumed, 240 logs and 800 kilograms of cement... The timber inventory has fallen for two consecutive days, but the cement inventory has actually begun to bnce..."

    It seemed that a few loggers had to be arranged.

    Or, increase the logging requirements for yers'' daily tasks.

    "The food inventory includes 350 kilograms of green wheat and shofar potatoes, 5 kilograms of dried meat, and a small amount of berries and mushrooms. We''ve consumed about 5 kilograms of dried dried meat, 10 kilograms of shofar potatoes, and 50 kilograms of dried meat and 20 kilograms of smoked fish for trading¡­ yers have to continue hunting tomorrow."

    "Then the fur inventory... In addition to the transaction consumption, the raw materials consumed 5 furs. Today, Teng Teng actually made 5 pieces of clothes? Not bad... Let me see, that should be 250 contribution points."

    "By the way, there is also an increase in weapon inventory¡­ I will have to n an arsenal in the future."

    Finally, today''s daily mission earned 7 bonus points.

    I could use them on the blind box again.

    After summing up the data, Chu Guang leaned back on the chair and stretched.

    As he finished these tasks, the 30 activated culture chambers hadpleted the scanning of the clones, the somatic cell sampling and archiving, and summarized the yers'' gic sequence development progress and panel data on a table.

    Chu Guang nced at it briefly.

    Perhaps it was because the jobs at the outposts at the current stage were dominated by manualbor, but yers of the strength type obviously generally leveled up faster.

    For example, Old White was now LV3.

    In addition, Night Ten, who had been going out with him, had also lived up the gic sequence from LV1 to LV2, and his main attribute perception had reached 9, making him the yer with the highest perception in the entire outpost.

    "Master!"

    Seeing Little Seven moving to the table, Chu Guang looked away from theputer.

    "What''s wrong?"

    "Why did you pick up a strange woman from outside?"

    Chu Guang was almost choked by these words.

    Although there was nothing wrong with saying this, he always felt that it was not quite right.

    "What are you talking about?"

    "Little Seven saw it all on the roof, you carried her back."

    "So?" Chu Guang said annoyedly.

    With no undting electronic sound, Little Seven said aggrievedly.

    "It''s nothing, I just want to remind you thatpared to clones, the naitve people in the wastnd are more difficult to control. It''s better not to trust them too easily."

    "You''re thinking too much, I have neverpletely trusted anyone, whether it''s the yers or the natives here." Chu Guang said lightly.

    "Mhm mhm, then I can rest assured!"

    The camera on Little Seven''s head shook up and down, nodding.

    "By the way, you can always trust Little Seven. No matter what happens, Little Seven is your most loyal assistant!"

    "Okay, got it."

    "So perfunctory!"

    Can''t this robot stop talking for a while while charging?

    Chu Guang resisted the urge toin and continued to stare at theputer screen.

    Ten minutes have passed since the yers went offline. Not surprisingly, now was the liveliest time for the official forum.

    It was a pleasant peeking screen time again.

    While humming a little song for self-entertainment, Chu Guang opened the back end system of the official website and first checked the Number of applications.

    The number of applications had doubled, and now it had almost reached 300.

    Now the threshold for applying for the close beta test has changed from filling in the form to filling in the form + answering questions.

    Although they were allmon sense questions, if yers could read the questions patiently and fill in the nks, it could at least screen out yers who were serious about ying.

    Those who could pass could be said to be quite good yers.

    At the same time, the number of visits to the official website had also increased a lot, with an average daily visit volume of 1,000.

    Although not everyone had registered an ount and not everyone had clicked to apply for the close beta test, at least it showed that Wastnd Online was bing more and more well-known in the gaming circle.

    Obviously it was a website that didn''t even have record information. In addition to a lot of text settings, there were only a few photos of the construction site. But no one expected that so many people would be attracted to it.

    Chu Guang couldn''t help having this feeling in his heart.

    "There are still too many boring people."

    But that was not a bad thing.

    Anyway, since they were idle, it was better for them toe to work for him in the "game".

    Closing the back end system of the website and entering the forum, as Chu Guang had expected, offline yers all came here to report, and the forum was very lively at the moment.

    Including Mr. Garbage, who went offline two hours ago, was also posting on the forum.

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [Damn, I was really exhausted today, but fortunately there was still a gain! There is a tire processing factory about 2 kilometers north of the abandoned construction site. Someone was patrolling nearby with a dog. It is suspected to be a marauder camp, but I''m not sure if it is! I n to take a closer look when it gets dark for a while, and after I confirm it, I will let you guys know."

    [Gale: Brother Garbage is the man! ]

    [Old White: Damn, I was wondering why I didn''t see you when I went offline! Also, why can you go online during the day? ? ? ]

    [Garbage_pickup_level_99: If you are mutants, you can too! That''s enough talk, I''ll be online after a short break. (Baring teeth)]}

    [Night Ten: Huh! Showing off. ]

    [Quit_smoking: Not to mention being able to go online during the day, if I could go online and take a look at myself, I would die without regret! T T]

    [Ya Ya: I''m still waiting for the respawning CD to finish. Crying.jpg.]

    [Garbage_pickup_level_99: (baring teeth)]

    Except for Mr. Garbage alone, most of the yers on the forum were discussing the new NPC brought back by the administrator and the newly discovered survivor settlement.

    Especially thetter.

    yers were particrly interested.

    At the top of a long list of posts, Chu Guang quickly found an analysis post written by "There_will_be_ample_time".

    This guy was as good at summarizing as always, and his posts were the most popr in the forum. If it weren''t for the conditions, Chu Guang almost couldn''t help but want him to be the nner of this game.

    [... I have to praise this Alpha 0.2 version update! It can be seen that the developers worked really hard to make this game great! ]

    [The content of this update is far more than just a few optimization items listed on the official website, including new camps, new monster models,rger maps, etc. The content is far more abundant than I thought before! ]

    [For example, at the Brown Farm we traded with this time, as soon as I walked under the concrete wall, I was shocked by the game''s official art design. That kind of immersive feeling is difficult to describe in words, whether it is the post-apocalyptic architectural style, or the detailed texture of the clothing on different NPCs, I can see traces of hard work and conscientiousness everywhere! Instead of using the fake cover to deceive yers'' eyes! ]

    [In addition, there is a test of thebat system. On the way back, we were attacked by a creeper, and had a frightening battle. Prior to this, I always thought that this kind of mutant only existed in the settings, but I didn''t expect it to be revealed in the current version! ]

    [I have to say that our administrator is worthy of being a novice guide, and hisbat effectiveness is simply outrageous! The moment the creeper leaped over, neither Night Ten nor I reacted; we could only watch on from the side, and he was the only one who was doing all the damage. I was very surprised that the two-meter-high Creeper was killed by him using a small metal water pipe alone! ]

    [In addition, for me, the most surprising thing is that a new NPC has joined our outpost! Her special status may bring us more new ways to y, such as weapon modification, even more side plots, etc... I think I can look forward to it! ]

    [For more information about the Alpha 0.2 version update, I will continue to update in the post, Wastnd Survivors can bookmark the post for the future update! ]

    Hard work...

    s, that''s really nice of him. It almost made Chu Guang blush.

    After reading the post from the beginning to the end, Chu Guang was so happy that he almost couldn''t even close his mouth.

    But Chu Guang also felt that he was indeed quite conscientious, at least he had not taken yers'' money.

    It was the next-generation game after all, so normally this kind of game would not be free.

    In fact, not just ying, even if some yers wanted to try it, some gamepanies would probably ask people to apply for the membership first!

    Seeing that the yer was praising him, Chu Guang was very happy and pinned Ample Time''s post.

    After he closed the post and just when he was thinking about what to do to pass the long night, Little Seven''s upset voice came next to him.

    "Master."

    "The woman you brought back has woken up."

 Chapter 42: Please Have More Self-respect!

    "Thirsty¡­ water..."

    Not knowing how long she had been in aa, Xia Yan woke up gradually, only feeling terribly hungry, her throat as dry as a soldering iron.

    Her arms felt as heavy as lead.

    Her dim vision seemed to be separated by ayer of fog. She tried to get up from the ground, but after a try, she gave up.

    That was until her eyes fell on the stic bottle and the packaging bag not far away.

    Pouncing on them violently, Xia Yan grabbed the stic bottle. Not caring what liquid was in it, she tipped her head back and poured it into her mouth.

    Her thirst was relieved instantly.

    Pouring thest drop of water into her mouth, Xia Yan threw away the bottle, and like a starving ghost, picked up the stic wrap from the ground and tore it open.

    Instinct told her that there was food in it!

    However, when she saw the ck things inside, her hungry expression became stiff for a moment.

    What is this...

    Smelling it, it doesn''t stink.

    After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up her mind and took a bite carefully.

    The moment her lips and teeth touched the thing, her expression suddenly froze, and then her pupils shook violently.

    This!

    What is this taste!

    She stuffed the ck stuff into her mouth and licked her lips when she had eaten itpletely. She didn''t even let the stic packaging go, turning it inside out and licking it.

    At this time, the alloy door in front of her opened.

    Xia Yan looked up and saw the man standing at the door.

    "Woke up?"

    Instinctively shrinking back in fear, Xia Yan hurriedly nced at her clothes and bit her teeth, and nodded.

    "Mhm."

    "Is it delicious?"

    Although she didn''t want to answer, her mouth didn''t listen to her.

    "Yes¡­¡­"

    Chu Guang smiled faintly.

    "Do you still want it?"

    "Yes." Xia Yan nodded sharply.

    Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

    "What you just ate was called chocte."

    "From today, you work for me, and you need to do whatever I ask you to do."

    "In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of the thing you ate just now."

    Xia Yan had never eaten chocte before. She only heard that it was a popr food before the war, and it was also a pleasure for the upper ss of Boulder City.

    "... Is this the taste of chocte?"

    Her index finger subconsciously touched her lips. Xia Yan looked surprised, and regret gradually imprinted in her eyes.

    Huh!

    I should''ve eaten it slowly!

    Of course, Chu Guang couldn''t guess what she was thinking.

    If he knew, he would probably roll his eyes.

    It was just a piece of chocte...

    Was it really necessary?

    "Yes," Chu Guang continued looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "So what''s your answer?"

    "Okay."

    Xia Yan answered without hesitation, and she didn''t even ask what Chu Guang was going to ask him to do.

    After all, there was no choice.

    Having lost half of her leg, even if she returned to Boulder City, the final oue would be nothing more than remaining in the stinking and rotting alleys of the slums.

    She would end up like a rotten orange peel.

    No one would care about her at all.

    If one could live, naturally no one wanted to die.

    At least she didn''t want to die just yet.

    Xia Yan turned her head, closed her eyes as if epting her fate, and whispered.

    "Although I haven''t done it before, I-I know what you want¡­ but please be gentle."

    "What?"

    Chu Guang was taken aback, but after all, he was an experienced person. Seeing her expression, he guessed that she had misunderstood it, so he immediately straightened his face and said solemnly.

    "Madam, please respect yourself. I am now discussing work issues with you very seriously."

    If you do this again.

    Then I can''t be serious.

    Xia Yan was also stunned when she heard Chu Guang''s words.

    What the hell?

    Didn''t this guy bring her back because he wanted to have a baby???

    Her pupils shook violently, and it seemed that she was finally able to distinguish between her imagination and reality, and Xia Yan''s face gradually turned red.

    Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner of the wall and said fiercely.

    "Kill me¡­¡­"

    Chu Guang: "???"

    What the hell?

    ...

    After spending some time, Chu Guang briefly exined the situation to Xia Yan who was lying on the ground.

    Games were not popr in the wastnd. Exining the concept of the yer would only make things moreplicated. Chu Guang was toozy to exin to a brick wall about yers, and simply exined in words she could understand.

    "In short, my men and I n to build a survivor settlement on the surface, expel mutants, take in refugees, and restore order in this area."

    After hearing Chu Guang''s words, Xia Yan looked disapproving.

    How foolish do those people have to be to say such unrealistic words.

    Restore order?

    Countless people had tried this in the past two centuries, but no one seeded. Instead, more and more mutants multiplied in the city, and the living space of survivors was constantly being squeezed. Situations were getting worse every year.

    "Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"

    Xia Yan, whose soul was hurt, said in a slightly ironic tone, "You should go to Boulder City. There are countless people stronger than you. Even they can only linger on the edge of the third-ring line. You think you can do it again?"

    "I naturally have my n," Chu Guang, who had never thought about this kind of thing, looked at her calmly, and continued, "I don''t n to spend a few months to achieve this goal. I know it will take a long time, but I am determined to pay the price of sacrificing several generations toplete it."

    Why does she have so many questions?

    She is just an NPC. She just needs to listen to me.

    Of course, Chu Guang knew that restoring order could not be done with a single sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he killed a few poor marauders living in the outer suburbs.

    But this was his background setting.

    Or game settings.

    At least it had to make the yers feel that this NPC was really acting like an NPC.

    However, the woman in front of him apparently only heard the second half of the sentence.

    Generations?

    Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

    Sure enough, he still wanted her to have a baby.

    "Back to the main topic," Chu Guang coughed slightly, and continued, "You can assemble firearms? And do maintenance for the parts?"

    Xia Yan nodded.

    "Yes, this is a basic skill."

    "Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "From now on, you will be the proprietress of the weapon shop."

    "Huh?" Xia Yan looked dumbfounded and didn''t understand what he was talking about.

    Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he didn''t use thenguage of this world at all, but thenguage of the parallel world.

    "The proprietress of the weapon shop," Chu Guang stared at her, repeating it one word at a time, and then continued, "This is your job. In short, it is to sell and maintain guns. Whenever people ask you what you do, you just answer like that."

    "Sell guns?" Xia Yan asked in a daze, "Who do I sell them to?"

    "Shelter residents."

    "Huh??" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren''t those people your subordinates?"

    "Yes, but it''s a bit different from the subordinates you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued, "In short, we have juste to the surface. We need to concentrate our efforts to do big things, but supplies are scarce. Therefore, a nned economy will be implemented temporarily, and everyone will work together and eat together."

    "When the survival crisis is resolved and all resources be surplus, they need to take the initiative to give y to their enthusiasm for production, consciously step out of theirfort zone, and forge ahead. During that time, the rules of our settlements will change. Resources such as food, medicine, weapons, and others will not be free anymore."

    "Since you are talking about Boulder City, you should be aware of such a thing as bargaining chips. It actually is the same thing."

    Obviously, this woman did not understand what he was talking about.

    For survivors in the wastnd, as long as they had received a little education, the worst job they could take was to be theckey of a rich man, just like Old Charlie on Bett Street. If you know a skill, you can also get a job in a factory to help powerful people produce metals, dispense medicines, and repair powered exoskeletons.

    Only the poor would do business that traded their lives for money.

    Just like thedy Xia in front of Chu Guang.

    In the wastnd, mercenaries have never been a morous profession. They were just a group of cheap cannon fodder without allowances.

    But Chu Guang didn''t care.

    All he needed was a tool who could execute hismands.

    Knowledge? Experience? Quality?

    All could be learned.

    After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said,

    "Thenguage of our people is a bit different from that of people on the surface. But the problem is not big. I will teach you a few simple lines for dailymunication."

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 Chapter 43: Excellent Players have Started Looking for NPCs

    Language barrier?

    Can''tmunicate?

    For Chu Guang, this was not a problem at all.

    As a tool, Xia Yan only needed to master a few simple basic words to meet the yers'' needs for game functions.

    For example, the simplest buying and selling could be learned withoutplicated vocabry.

    As for the yers who didn''t understand what she says, what should he do?

    Nothing.

    After all, even if it was apletely real immersive virtual reality online game, it was impossible for every NPC to have apletely real intelligence.

    This was reasonable.

    Therefore, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn thenguage from the other world but only required her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

    However, what he didn''t expect was that even if he already lessened his requirements, this woman''s performance was still not satisfactory.

    "... For customers whoe to the store, you should say, ''Hello, I am the proprietress of the weapon shop, Xia Yan, what can I do for you?'' When you hear ''I want to buy something,'' point to the menu and answer ''See for yourself.'' When you hear ''I want to maintain my gun,'' you reach out and answer ''Give me?''"

    ''What is this all about?''

    Squeezing the note in her hand, Xia Yan looked sad. She looked at Chu Guang sitting in the chair for help.

    Although each word was marked with pronunciation, she still couldn''t adapt to the strange pronunciation.

    Even if it was really simr to the Federation of Peoplenguage.

    Noting that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from theputer screen and turned to look at her.

    "You remember everything now?"

    Xia Yan: "Not yet..."

    Chu Guang: "Then why are you looking at me? Keep reading it."

    Xia Yan: "..."

    For a moment, she suddenly felt that the job of giving birth to children might be easier, and yet, she didn''t know why this person was not interested in her at all.

    ''Am I ugly?''

    ''It can''t be.''

    Even if she was already squeezing her hair depressedly, Xia Yan was still very confident of her appearance; her captain used to pursue her for a while.

    But she didn''t like him.

    Cannon fodder''s life was too difficult, and she had to face death threats every day. Her dream was to be able to marry someone from the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.

    As a matter of fact, this was notpletely impossible.

    What if one day she received a mission to escort a big man, maybe the story of a beauty saving the hero in the novel would happen?

    It was just a pity that, let alone escorting big shots, weak teams like them couldn''t even do the tasks on the second-ring line. They could only be sent to open "blind boxes" in such wilderness.

    As for now...

    The dream life was even further away from her.

    Who would want a cripple?

    And she was a cripple who was captured by barbarians...

    Just when Xia Yan felt sad for her ill-fated life, there was a soft cough next to her.

    "You should stop showing your thoughts on your face."

    "What?"

    Xia Yan looked confused.

    Sure enough, she wasn''t reading the note.

    Seeing her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang sitting on the chair was speechless.

    After sighing, he paused for a moment and said indifferently,

    "I will test you once in two hours."

    "If there is still no progress, perhaps the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you."

    "It just so happens that I can also make a fortune."

    ...

    It was winter, and Brown Farm did not need ves. Instead, at the end of the month, they would dispose of a batch of old or weak ves that couldn''t do work.

    They would not want a disabled mercenary.

    That was even more impossible if appearance was taken into consideration. Even the town mayor on Bett Street could afford to buy a beautiful clone, so how much would a female disable mercenary be worth?

    This was a wastnd.

    Chu Guang didn''t really want to sell her...

    He just wanted to frighten her and give her a little motivation.

    Even if this woman was so stupid that she couldn''t memorize these pages, he wouldn''t sell her as a ve.

    The worst he could do was throw her out.

    In fact, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person was also quite interesting. It was useless to speak nicely to her but as long as he threatened her slightly, she would memorize the note obediently.''But why?''

    Chu Guang shook his head and continued on hisputer. Just now he discovered that his steam ount was still avable, so he decided to just pass the time...

    Early the next morning.

    Chu Guang, who woke up after a nap, opened the yer list. He unlocked the login permissions of the yers in batches and took the online yers to the surface.

    "Dear administrator, what about thedy yesterday?" Standing next to the administrator, Ample Time asked respectfully.

    "Are you talking about Xia Yan? Her injury is a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. Imunicated with herst night. She has decided to join us. When her injury is recovered, she will be responsible for the weapon maintenance work at the outpost."

    Of course, Chu Guang didn''t say that she had tried to memorize the note all the way to two or three o''clockst night, and she was eventually carried to the next room by him. At the moment, she was probably sleeping soundly.

    After listening to the administrator''s answer, Ample Time''s eyes lit up instantly.

    ''New information!''

    ''The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!''

    ''The identity should be a weapon shop owner or simr profession!''

    After silently writing down these two things, Ample Time nned to wait until he went offline and updated all this information into its own posts.

    Of course, Chu Guang already guessed what he was thinking, otherwise, he wouldn''t have talked to him in such detail.

    Continuing to perform his job as an NPC, Chu Guang took the yers to the open space of the nursing home and made a simple mobilization speech and then asked them to do their own thing.

    After two days of ying, the newly joined yers have basically adapted to the rhythm of this game and don''t need him tomand at all.

    Seeing the fire and ck smoke rising outside the construction site, and the yers climbing up and down around the scaffolding and humming, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer who was raising ducks.

    Each day''s job required that he drive the ducks out of the cage and let them have fun by themselves outside; when it got dark, he would gather them and drive them back into the cage, and then count the day''s harvest and the coins the ducks had gained.

    Of course, this analogy was notpletely correct.

    After all, most of the tools for work were procured by the yers themselves, and he was the one who hunted most of the meat in the jerky that they ate...

    Thinking about it this way, it seemed that he still made a lot of effort.

    Maybe?

    Chu Guang was standing in front of the construction site, watching for a while now, when he started thinking about what he should do today, but Night ten had already taken the initiative to find a task for him.

    "Dear administrator!" Night Ten called, who was obviously eager to try something new. And with a respectful expression, he said, "Shall we go hunting today? When will we leave?"

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment and nodded.

    "¡­¡­Now."

    My goodness.

    The yers nowadays were really hard working. They even began to give NPC tasks.

    But Chu Guang didn''t say anything.

    After all, he did n to go out for a stroll just now ande back with some game.

    Taking Night Ten back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt that was taken off the mercenary, clipped the pistol he picked up on it and secured two magazines of 5mm pistol ammunition.

    His main weapon was still the 9mm iron barrel rifle and the steel pipe.

    Although there were also submachine guns and shotguns, it was very wasteful to use them for hunting.

    More than utilizing firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang preferred using high-quality rifled 9mm iron-barreled rifles to kill the prey in a single shot at mid-range.

    Or at least inhibit its movement then approach and kill it with the steel pipe.

    This not only saved precious ammunition but also preserved the fur of the prey more efficiently.

    After all, every additional bullet hole or cut would reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

    "You take this with you."

    Chu Guang handed a pistol and a crossbow to Night Ten along with an animal skin quiver containing fifteen crossbow arrows.

    "Can I use that shotgun?"

    Night Ten looked at the pistol then at the shotgun leaning against the corner and finally, at Chu Guang, with a pitiful look.

    However, Chu Guang didn''t have any ns topromise, and said indifferently,

    "We are hunting animals, not mutant humans."

    "You should familiarize yourself with these two weapons before talking about others."

    ...

    Chu Guang took Night Ten to go hunting.

    The yers at the outpost worked as diligently as they did yesterday: moving bricks, mixing cement, and stering, none of them were idle.

    Thanks to the 30 tools that the administrator exchanged from Brown Farm, the work efficiency of the yers had greatly improved, and especially the yers who were building the walls.

    The wall construction site of the outpost was advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Not just the construction site.

    Ample Time and Old White, who were thinking about the primitive method of steelmaking, have made new progress in their work after acquiring the tongs and the hammer for ironing.

    From the cars in the parking lot, they dismantled a frame, hood, suspension, and even an engine shell from inside. After two hundred years of wind and rain, they could no longer find aplete structure. For them, waste products were natural open-pit deposits.

    They smashed the rusty brittle metal and threw them into the kiln, still using charcoal as a reducing agent and manually blowing winds into the kiln. This time they finally seeded in turning the rubbish into hot molten iron.

    "Awesome!!!"

    "It''s done!"

    Old White and Ample Time clenched their fists excitedly.

    They have been waiting for this moment for three full days!

    The molten iron fired in this way would be pig iron with high carbon content after cooling. By repeated heating and cooling, the carbon content would be reduced to between 2% and 1.5% and the most basic steel could be obtained.

    As for adding chromium-nickel and other metals to make alloys, it was a bit too difficult for them. Proper steelmaking required professional equipment, or even at least an electric kiln.

    In fact, let alone steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron out of industrial waste was already quite an amazing thing for them with simple production facilities!

    "What should we forge?" Old White asked Ample Time excitedly. "Axe? Knife? Or something else?"

    Ample Time also looked happy, and he said, after a few seconds of thinking,

    "Let''s make the cauldron or an iron pan first!"

    "Eating stew dishes every day, I almost want to vomit!"

    Although yesterday''s mashed potatoes were not bad, Brother Scrambled Egg said that the soy sauce was running out. So tonight, they would most likely have pine nut fish soup.

    That thing was not fresh at all, and a single mouthful of it packed a strong fishy taste.

    "Haha, great idea! With an iron pan, our food quality would definitely improve a lot!"

    The two quickly reached an agreement and began to use the little yellow mud left over from the burning bricks, and they proceeded to figure out how to make an iron pan mold.

    On the other side, in front of the woodworking cabin.

    Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small bench, was concentrating on the manual work he was doing.

    He was holding a trash can that he picked up from somewhere; he sealed it with a wooden board and made holes on the wooden board using a stainless steel tube.

    But this wasn''t over yet.

    He was obviously not satisfied with the inclined sprinkler.

    Brother Mosquito went on and used rosin to seal the joints. The shell of the trash can was equipped with a wooden handle that could be hand-held. A stic bottle was used as apressor simr to the one the watering can they had. Then the hose was folded into an S shape and was attached to the back of the trash can.

    "Perfect!"

    After he finished, Brother Mosquito looked at the object in his hand with a happy expression on his face.

    This was a manually pressurized methrower!

    As long as he poured wood tar into the bin and then inserted a fuse, within a five-meter of radius, this thing could theoretically be a nightmare for anyone or mutants¡ª¡ª

    Of course, with the condition that it did not explode and kill the user.

    In terms of the appearance, the design concept of this thing was somewhat cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito did not think this problem was big, after all, he could always improve it in the future.

    Maybe I should call it "Hellfire 0.1"!

    Just when Brother Mosquito was thinking about where he should test it, he saw Gale carrying a stic bucket walking towards him.

    This guy went fishing early in the morning and would usually return in the afternoon, so Mosquito didn''t expect to see himing back so early today.

    "Hey, why did youe back so early today?" The mosquito smiled and teased when he looked at Gale who wasing by. "Did your trap break again?"

    "It has nothing to do with traps," Gale threw the stic bucket in his hand to the ground. "Look what I found."

    "What did you find¡ª" Mosquito was stunned when he saw the contents of the bucket.

    Those were some white stones.

    There were some yellow and light brown impurities mixed in it.

    The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

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 Chapter 44: Merchant from a Neighboring City

    "I should have thought of it long ago!"

    "Linghu''s most abundant resource is not just the fish in theke but the rich nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium on the shoreline of theke! We are almost there. It is just ahead of us,"Please support the trantion by reading the trantion andmenting on otakutl official site.

    Gale bbed excitedly while walking towards theke with Mosquito.

    The two stopped at a shallow spot near theke.

    The vegetation here was luxuriant and can be used as a cover easily. It was an excellent spot for fetching water for both humans and animals.

    As Gale stretched out his hand and was about to point, Mosquito stepped forward before him and squatted down in front of a rtively t rock.Please support the trantion by reading the trantion andmenting on otakutl official site.

    He stretched out his index finger and wiped it lightly on the stone wall, leaned closer to smell it, and tried to lick it.

    Gale almost puked and asked quickly.

    "How''s it?"Please support the trantion by reading the trantion andmenting on otakutl official site.

    Spitting on the ground, Mosquito''s face was half happy and half sad.

    "Bah, these are the fresh ones..."

    Gale: "..."

    Though he may have identally tasted fresh bird droppings, one thing was certain, there was a lot of struvite here.

    The mainponent of this ore was Mg(NH4)[PO4]¡¤6H2O, with a rhombohedral crystal structure. Just from the chemicalposition of the ore alone, it was not difficult to see how versatile this thing is.Please support read the trantion and on otakutl official site.

    Moreover, when a certain amount of struvite would form, the ammoniaponent in it would gradually be oxidized to nitric acid under the action of nitrifying bacteria, and finally umte under the soil in the form of potassium nitrate, sodium nitrate, calcium nitrate, magnesium nitrate, etc, forming the so-called nitrate soil.

    This kind of nitrate, which was used as an "associated mineral", only needed to be boiled by simple methods, such as mixing with nt ash that had not filtered the potash water, and separating out the calcium and magnesium ions in it. Then saltpeter with a small amount of impurities could be obtained.

    To put it simply, if one found bird droppings, one basically had saltpeter.

    And having saltpeter was basically equivalent to having gunpowder!

    In fact, it was not just bird droppings. There were arge number of mutant excrement on the shore of Linghu Lake. These excrements gradually weathered and deposited andpacted over time and finally formed a Guano mine.

    As for why there were so many Guano by theke, it was actually very easy to understand.

    In the past, during the early years of the Wastnd Era, this experienced a period of severe cold for nearly half a century.

    During that period, Linghu Wend Park was the most water-rich area in this area, and there used to be arge number of wild animals and domestic animals that fled the pasture to live here.

    These feces should have been left at that time.

    It was not until the end of the severe cold period that the uninhabited urban area formed a more luxuriant ecosystem, and it gradually became deserted.

    "With this nitrate soil, it''s not a big problem to get the ck powder out!" Standing up from the ground, Mosquito looked at Gale and said excitedly, "Come, help me to get some more of this back."

    "There is nitrate and charcoal, but I remember there is sulfur in the ck powder form? Where are you going to find sulfur?" Gale asked suspiciously.

    If he remembered correctly, things like sulfur usually appear near volcanic craters or hot springs.

    However, this area is obviously not like those two areas.

    Mosquito was left dumbfounded for a moment.

    Obviously, he hadn''t had time to consider this issue.

    "Uh, if there is no sulfur, sulfate can also work, but the process is a little more troublesome¡­ But it should be easy to find, right?"

    Gale nced around, shrugging helplessly.

    "Anyway, let''s look for it first."

    ...

    Unfortunately, there was no sulfur in the forest, and nothing that looked like sulfur was seen by theke.

    But this should be normal.

    How could this kind of thing appear in the wend park?

    Fortunately, just when the two were about to give up, they found some gypsum mines beside a small river that extended out of Linghu.

    Theponent of this thing was calcium sulfate. It could produce calcium sulfide and carbon dioxide when it is burnt off with carbon at high temperature. It was exactly the sulfate mineral they were looking for!

    "Why did I forget this!" Mosquito smacked his own head in annoyance, "I saw Old White burn cement two days ago, it seems they mixed this kind of ster powder in! Isn''t this calcium sulfate?"

    Gale said with a wry smile.

    "We are too careless."

    "In short, the result is good," he picked up some gypsum ore and put it in a stic bucket. Mosquito washed his hands and stood up and looked at Gale.

    Gale nodded and followed him.

    The two returned to the shelter together and were about to walk to the cabin, only to find that there was amotion in front of the colony''s door.

    The yers who were working on the construction site hade down from the scaffolding, and they were carrying weapons in their hands, surrounding a bull with two heads.

    A strange man stood beside the two-headed bull.

    He was wearing a leather jacket, with a ttering smile, making strange gestures, and murmuring iprehensible things with his mouth.

    Mosquito was curious and stopped.

    "Who is that person? New NPC?"

    He hadn''t heard that there would be an update today.

    "I don''t know, let me ask..."

    Gale was an activist. He put down the stic bucket in his hand, strode towards Brother Scrambled Egg, who was standing in front of the dried meat rack watching and asked him curiously,

    "What happened there? Who is that person?"

    Brother Scrambled Egg stood cross armed, shook his head and replied,

    "I don''t know the specifics. I heard other people say that it seems that our people came across this guy on the way back from the construction site, and, without saying anything, just followed our people all the way here."

    Gale walked closer and heard thements from the yers.

    "Why does this bull have two heads?"

    "Domestic mutants?"

    "This man has followed us all the way! I bet he is definitely up to no good, maybe it''s a Marauder''s spy!"

    "Not necessarily, what if it is an NPC?"

    "It doesn''t make sense. If he''s an NPC, it wouldn''t even be impossible tomunicate, right?"

    "Could it be that the condition didn''t trigger?"

    "Why don''t we lock him up first and wait until the administratores back?"

    Feeling the increasingly hostile looks he''s getting and with the crowd surrounding him, Sun Shiqi felt a lot of pressure.

    Even if he had a revolver hidden under his leather jacket and the safety had been opened, even if he emptied the magazine, he still only had 6 bullets.

    And the shelter residents who were getting closer and closer would not give him a chance to shoot 6 shots in a row.

    If someone came near and hammer him, he would end up lying face down on the ground.

    "I repeat, I''m not malicious. I''m a merchant, do you understand what merchant means? Damn it, even if it was bad 200 years ago, you would still know about what merchants do, right? Or did you forget everything because you guys stayed under the ground for too long?"

    "Okay, calm down, let me put it another way, I want to exchange these things on the bull''s back with something you have that you don''t need¡­ or anything! Of course, if you don''t want to trade, it''s okay. I will leave now and promise not to disturb you again!"

    Seeing that there was no way tomunicate at all, Sun Shiqi had already started to retreat.

    However, the shelter residents didn''t n to give way at all. Instead, they got closer and closer, and even took out a rope.

    Despair emerged from within Sun Shiqi.

    Just as he was thinking about whether to fight to the death, the blue coats surrounding him suddenly gave way.

    Then he saw a man, carrying the body of a mutant reindeer on his shoulders, and he was walking toward him.

    That mutated reindeer weighed more than 100 kilograms, and it was about the size of a horse. However, the man seemed to be carrying the prey like nothing, walking normally.

    Although he was wearing a blue coat that was harmless to humans and animals, Sun Shiqi still smelled an extremely dangerous air around him.

    ''This guy¡­''

    ''He is definitely not an ordinary shelter resident!''

    The man threw his prey heavily on the ground, said a few words to hispanions, and then they scattered obediently.

    Seeing the man draw near him, Sun Shiqi felt nervous and his nerves grew tense.

    For an instant, a thought shed in his mind. If he could hold the person in front of him, he might be able to leave here smoothly.

    However, his instinct told him that if he really did this, he would die at that very moment...

    "Who are you?" Chu Guang asked, looking at him.

    Sun Shiqi was taken aback for a moment upon hearing the man talk, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face for an instant.

    "You can talk? No, I don''t mean that, I mean you can speak thenguage here?"

    Thenguage here refers naturally to the Federation of Peoplenguage.

    Before the war, this area all belonged to the territory of the Federation of People, and thenguage used was naturally a unifiednguage. It stood to reason that the residents of the shelter also use the Federation of Peoplenguage, but he didn''t know why these people were a bit different.

    Chu Guang frowned slightly, looked at him and continued,

    "Now, I am the one asking you a question."

    "Answer me, who are you?"

    Hearing the unkindness in his tone, Sun Shiqi quickly exined.

    "Myst name is Sun, and my name is Sun Shiqi. Ie from Red River Town nearby! I''m a merchant!"

    ''Red River Town?''

    Hearing this unfamiliar ce''s name, Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.

    He only knew that this was Qingquan City, located in the Hegu province near the center of the Federation of People. As for the other cities in the Hegu province, he was not very familiar with them.

    "What are you doing in Qingquan City?"

    With caution, Sun Shiqi responded,

    "I am a merchant¡­ So, I am here to do business."

    Chu Guang''s expression was still very indifferent.

    "Merchant? Then why did I hear mypanions say that you followed them?"

    "Misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!"

    Sun Shiqi waved his hands and exined.

    "I was nning to go to Boulder City. I happened to see them wearing blue coats on the road. I thought there was a shelter or something nearby, so I wanted to exchange something with you... I''m just a merchant, and I really didn''t want to offend you!"

    He didn''t expect these people to be so perceptive.

    If it''s a general survivor''s settlement, he definitely wouldn''t dare to approach them recklessly, but it''s different if it''s a shelter.

    These little cuties in blue coats were the famous silly people in the wastnd. They were very gullible.

    They were usually the elites of the pre-war society or their descendants, and they were often self-proimed civilized descendants, arrogant and defiant.

    At that time, he didn''t think that it was a big deal to follow them. At the worst, he would be chased away like a beggar, and he would not suffer any loss.

    But he didn''t expect that after these people brought him in, they surrounded him without saying anything, didn''t listen to him, and didn''t even n to let him leave.

    They were not acting like those silly people at all.

    Even with the stranger''s exnation, his expression did not ease, Chu Guang still had a nk look on his face when he continued,

    "Regardless of whether you have good or bad intention, you have indeed done something that offends us. I believe that in any corner of this wastnd, following is not a friendly act, right?"

    Sun Shiqi was sweating profusely and bobbed his head.

    "...You are right."

    "Very well, it seems that you have realized your mistake," Chu Guang nodded, "but don''t worry, we are reasonable people. Just now I have persuaded mypanions and told them that you are willing to apologize for your rude behavior."

    Sun Shiqi quickly dipped his head in agreement.

    "Yes, yes, I am willing!"

    Hearing these words, Chu Guang finally showed a smile on his face.

    "Good. By the way, you don''t mind if we choose the apology gift ourselves, right?"

    Sun Shiqi was stunned, looking at the man in front of him with a dazed expression.

    "Wait, what do you mean by choosing yourself?"

    Chu Guang said as if it was no important matter.

    "You can''t apologize empty-handed right? Otherwise, how do we know if your apology is sincere? We won''t scam you. At most, we just pick one thing from your bull''s back."

    While saying this, the smile that appeared on Chu Guang''s face gradually disappeared.

    "Are you¡­ reluctant?"

    Sun Shiqi had an expression uglier than a crying face, but he gritted his teeth and nodded.

    "No! You can pick anything you like."

    ''These bandits!''

    ''What about the reservedness and pride of being a civilized person?''

    ''They actually robbed a ragged wastnder!''

    ''It''s like a wealthy man who robs beggars on the side of the road. Wouldn''t these people blush with their actions?''

    ''Damn these people!''

    Sun Shiqi cursed in his heart, but a smile was still stered on his face, he didn''t risk showing any negative emotions.

    Slowly, he had begun to realize that there seemed to be a fundamental difference between this shelter and the shelters he had encountered before.

    As for Chu Guang, he didn''t care what the merchant was thinking.

    Because it didn''t matter at all.

    Seeing that this guy was so sensible, a happy smile reappeared on his face.

    "Thank you."

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 Chapter 45: Red River Town

    What Chu Guang didn''t expect was that there were still a lot of good things on this bull''s back.

    For example, the 5 "rider" revolver rifles on top.

    This thing had a caliber of 7mm, with two simple rifling in the barrel which could keep the ballistic distribution of the shot bullets basically stable within 50 meters.

    In particr, the simple spring-loaded receiver structure was not only very convenient for maintenance, but also very reliable in battle. Even if there were idents such as jams, duds, etc., there was no need to worry about it. With a simple flip of the wheel, the pistol could be continuously used.

    It could be used as a pistol even if the barrel was removed, but the uracy would be reduced a lot.

    Of course, what made Chu Guang most satisfied was the rate of fire of this thing.

    Although it was a semi-automatic design, as long as the trigger was pulled fast enough, it was not a problem to shoot six bullets in a short time to form a suppressing effect!

    It could be said to be a very good weapon.

    Just as Chu Guang wondered whether to pick a rifle as a pensation", his eyes suddenly fell on the sack tied to both sides of the two-headed bull.

    When he opened it, it was stuffed with coins.

    These coins were brass-colored and silver-white. Chu Guang didn''t know what material they were made of, but they were not rusty. The brass-colored coins looked a little smaller, and the silver-white ones were a littlerger. The denominations were written 1 and 10 respectively, corresponding to the currency value.

    "Pre-war currency? No..."

    Picking up a coin, Chu Guang flipped it to the back and quickly recognized the small characters of the Federation of People printed on it¡ª¡ª

    [Gxy Video Game City]

    I see.

    It is actually a game currency.

    "Where did you get this stuff?"

    Throwing the coin back into the sack, Chu Guang nced up and down at the merchant named Sun and asked, all while looking at the nervous expression on his face.

    Hearing Chu Guang''s inquiry, Sun Shiqi answered honestly.

    "I found these coins in the basement of a game arcade. I thought I should be able to smelt some copper and steel, so I just packed them."

    Generally, caravans rarely stopped to search, and they usually traded with local scavengers. This was good for both parties and avoided potential conflicts.

    But nothing was absolute. Just like how poor mercenaries would asionally be marauders to rob caravans, the poor merchants would of course take the risk of picking up trash by themselves sometimes.

    For example, the merchant in front of him obviously just started doing this business, and maybe the two-headed bull behind him was only bought by him not long ago.

    "Are there any more there?" Chu Guang asked.

    Sun Shiqi was dazed and nodded subconsciously.

    "It seems that there are still two cabs... there are probably four to five more sacks like this."

    "Very well, I want it all."

    Chu Guang unloaded the two sacks from the bull''s back and looked at Sun Shiqi and said.

    "These two sacks and the coins in them will be ourpensation. Next time youe here, remember to bring all the remaining coins. Let me see... for every one hundred kilograms of coins, I will give you four kilograms of dried meat, what do you think?"

    One hundred kilograms, which was about a sack full, could hold about 30,000 to 40,000 coins.

    Doing business is always about returning customers, so Chu Guang didn''t want to rip this man off too hard. Thus, he picked these two sacks, which happened to be useful for him.

    Besides¡­¡­

    Since he was going to let this person go, Chu Guang didn''t want to make the demand for weapons too obvious.

    Sun Shiqi obviously didn''t expect that the person in front of him would be interested in these scraps. His expression was full of surprise, but he didn''t dare to show it too obviously, so he nodded and said quickly.

    "No problem! As long as you need it, I will bring them all next time!"

    He didn''t care why the man in front of him needed those coins. Maybe it was tomemorate the old days or something else, but no matter, those coins weren''t that valuable.

    He originally nned to drag these coins to Boulder City to sell them as copper and steel, but in fact, they wouldn''t be worth many chips.

    If he could use them to establish a friendly rtionship with a shelter and open up a new market, it would be a good deal.

    It would also lighten some weight in advance, making the following journey easier for him as well.

    In addition to the two sacks of coins, the five revolving rifles Chu Guang fancied also stayed, and he also bought 200 rounds of 7mm bullets from the merchant.

    In exchange, he provided a total of 50 kilograms of dried meat and 10 kilograms of smoked fish to the merchant from afar.

    Although there were many misunderstandings during the initial contact between the two parties, in general, the results were satisfactory to both parties.

    Chu Guang got what he wanted, and the merchant surnamed Sun also got the trading rights and food he needed.

    For the survivors living in Qingquan City, it was difficult to imagine the situation in Red River Town. Although the two ces were less than 100 kilometers apart, the ecological environment there waspletely different.

    ording to the merchant surnamed Sun, there was arge-scale chemical industry base and andfill in the area.

    Since these facilities were not maintained after the war, the inventory leaked, so that the local soil was seriously polluted, the content of heavy metals especially exceeded the standard, andrge areas of desertification andpaction have not beenpletely repaired by nature even until now.

    More than that, due to the fragile ecosystem, local mutants were predominantly scavengers that ate decaying meat and arthropods.

    In this extreme situation, local survivors have almost no fertilend to use, and it was difficult for them to survive through hunting.

    But it was very interesting that thendfill, which was protested by locals more than once before the war, became the greatest asset of local survivors in the two centuries after the end of the nuclear war.

    There was rubbish buried there for nearly half a century, and arge part of it had not been able to be degraded.

    In today''s wastnd era, the rubbish buried there has formed another sense of "non-natural mineral deposits", and has contributed to the prosperity of local mining, archaeology, and trade.

    "But what do you eat?" After listening to Sun Shiqi''s description, Chu Guang couldn''t help asking, "Does it alle from outside?"

    That would definitely make the food price very high.

    "Of course, it is impossible to rely entirely on imports. Although there are no reindeer and hyenas, many mutant moles and mice can also be eaten. In addition, we will also catch some less dangerous insects, use them to make protein extracts and feed them to livestock, or something made into a nutrient cream¡­ like this stuff."

    While speaking, Sun Shiqi took out a sealed ss jar from the package slung on the back of the two-headed bull, which contained a ck gel like material.

    It looks a bit like medicinal paste.

    When looking through the package before, Chu Guang saw this thing but didn''t understand what it was for, so he ignored it.

    But he didn''t expect it to be food.

    "What is this made of?"

    Sun Shiqi smiled and said.

    "Mutated cockroach."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    He felt that he could no longer look directly at it.

    "Although it is protein and oil extracted from mutant cockroaches, after repeated processes such as boiling, filtering, drying, grinding, soaking, and collecting juice, this thing has nothing to do with cockroaches. It''s full of proteins¡­ Would you like some?"

    Chu Guang said sternly. "No need."

    He''d rather starve to death than ept eating this stuff.

    But¡­¡­

    ording to this guy, the cost of this kind of food seemed to be very low?

    Mutant cockroaches weremon everywhere, and the cockroaches in Qingquan City would definitely contain much less heavy metals than Red River Town.

    When necessary, using this nutritional cream as an emergency ration for yers seemed to be a good choice.

    Regarding whether he should do it, Chu Guang fell into deep thought for a long time.

    But at this moment, he suddenly thought of another thing.

    "It sounds like you know insects well?"

    Sun Shiqi nodded immediately.

    "Of course, we have to deal with those things every day."

    Chu Guang then asked.

    "Then do you have a way to deal with leeches?"

    "Leeches?" Sun Shiqi was stunned. "You mean... mutant leeches?"

    "Mhm."

    Seeing Chu Guang nodding, Sun Shiqi thought for a moment, his expression a little embarrassed.

    "That kind of stuff... It''s quite rare in Red River Town, probably because we have more ants."

    Chu Guang frowned and asked.

    "Ants?"

    Sun Shiqi nodded and continued.

    "Mhm, we have a kind of mutant called ironback ants. They are about the size of a thumb and can grow up to the size of a fist. The carapace of this thing is very hard, and it is corrosion-resistant. They eat almost anything. Most molluscs are not their opponents."

    Chu Guang asked.

    "Can you take a few to show me next time?"

    Sun Shiqi said with a smile.

    "No problem! Leave it to me!"

    After the transaction waspleted, the merchant surnamed Sun did not stay here for too long, but chose to continue on the road.

    Chu Guang did not keep him, but just reminded him of the mutant human camp near 76th Street and the traces of marauder activities in the north of the wend park, and then he wished him a smooth journey.

    The figure of the two-headed bull gradually disappeared into the woods.

    The yers who watched him leave were all talking.

    "That guy was really a merchant just now!"

    "Fortunately, I didn''t beat him."

    "It should be fine if you beat him, and you can leave all his things behind."

    "That''s right, but what if the merchant dies and he doesn''t respawn?"

    "It''s unlikely that will happen, but maybe there is only such a merchant in this expansion. Didn''t you hear the game designer say that Wastnd Online wants to build a full economic system. If this is not an empty promise, then this should be the prototype!"

    "... It seems to make sense."

    Regardless of the yers''ments, Chu Guang''s mind at this moment was entirely on the two sacks of game coins.

    He has a bold idea.

    Since stic chips could be used as a currency, why not metal currencies?

    These two sacks had roughly sixty to seventy thousand coins, and it wouldn''t be long before the merchant surnamed Sun brought him another batch.

    With a scale of less than five hundred people, these coins were definitely enough!

    A brass-colored coin would be considered a copper coin, and a silver-white coin would be considered a silver coin, with a value of 10 to 1.

    The original contribution points would be incorporated into the new honor system, which could be used to purchase identities, titles, and even privatend.

    At the same time, the mercenaries, caravans, guilds, and legion systems that would beunched in the future would also be linked to contribution points. Only yers who contributed enough were qualified to lead other yers.

    This would not only strengthen management, but also greatly limit those yers messing around.

    After all, the higher the value of the yer''s ount, the more they would cherish their ount, be more inclined to y more seriously, and spontaneously maintain order in the game.

    Messing around is fun.

    And this is human nature.

    Dragging two sacks weighing nearly 100 kilograms back to the shelter alone, Chu Guang then found an empty room without the culture chamber activated and leaned the sacks against the corner of the wall.

    Then, he turned around and returned to the residents'' lobby, turned on theputer, logged into the backend of the official website, and started editing the title.

    [Wastnd Online Close Test Alpha 0.3 Version Update Announcement: Major adjustments to the economic system! ]

    While typing this line of words, Chu Guang opened his document.

    He copied a lot of brilliant ideas from the forum before.

    It just happened to be avable now...

    .....................................................

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 Chapter 46: Developers Log; Alpha 0.3 Version!

    Official website:

    [Wastnd Online closed alpha test alpha 0.3 version update announcement. ]

    [Major update:

    1. The number of closed alpha yers has increased to 50.

    2. Brand new economic system

    3. Brand new honor system

    ]

    [Optimization:

    1. Several mutant models have been added.

    2. Richer tradable resources.

    3. Fixed a few bugs.

    ...

    ]

    After the announcement, Chu Guang was not idle and continued to pin his pre-edited posts on the official website forum.

    This kind of major update concerned the interests of all yers. Therefore, of course, he had to use the identity of the game designer to have a good chat with the yers.

    "Developer''s Diary: Alpha 0.3 Version"

    "Hello everyone, I am your dearest game designer. Thanks to our hard work and the closed alpha yers who check in on time every day, the development progress of Wastnd Online has taken a big step forward!"

    "It''s not that I am boasting. This update of the alpha 0.3 version will be the most significant update since the start of the game''s closed test!"

    "There have beenints from some yers before that the settlement process of contribution points is too cumbersome, that they could only be checked after logging out of the game. They cannot feel the joy of counting money in the game, and they are always worried about NPC deducting money... In fact, this worry ispletely unnecessary. The No. 404 shelter administrator of the novice guide is an absolutely honest and upright person in setting, and will never secretly deduct a penny from yers. I can guarantee this!"

    "However, although there is no problem with the honesty of our administrator, there is indeed a problem with the contribution point settlement process. It is indeed too cumbersome. After getting feedback, our game designing department held three consecutive days and nights of meetings and finally came to the conclusion that we should not sacrifice fun for realism."

    "Therefore, we''ve decided to design a new set of currency to rece the original contribution points as the main rewards yers get from the mission!"

    "This currency is very convenient. The face value is mainly divided into two types: 1 and 10. Their colors are copper yellow and silver white. They can be used to buy food, equipment, and other services and goods that require a fee."

    "Yes, after this update, food will no longer be provided for free, but requires yers to spend in-game copper or silver coins to buy. At the same time, yers will also get money from the mission as a reward... doesn''t it sound fun? Aren''t you eager to try it?"

    "On the other hand, after the Alpha 0.3 update, the shelter will allow its residents to own their own private property! The garbage or equipment picked up by the yers from the wastnd will belong to them, and they can be traded with other yers or sold to the shelter in exchange for rewards."

    "For this, we have specially introduced an additional warehouse system, located in the buffer room at the entrance and exit of the shelter!"

    "There is a row of lockers where you can set a password. You should have noticed before. Now they are open to use. Both money and weapons can be stored there, except for dangerous goods that are prohibited from being brought into the shelter!"

    "What? Are you asking me if it''s free? Of course it''s not! But don''t worry, their rent is very cheap and everyone can afford it!"

    "In addition, yers who hold arge number of contribution points don''t have to be discouraged! Although contribution points are no longer used as currency, NPCs have seen all your contributions to the shelter and the entire civilization."

    "After research by our game development department, we decided to incorporate the contribution points into the new ''honor'' system!"

    "This system and the economic system are independent of each other, mainly rted to the ''privileges'' that yers enjoy in the shelter... Simply put, it can be used to exchange identities and titles!"

    "The initial status of all yers is a shelter resident by default. You can upgrade from a resident to a citizen by spending 2,000 contribution points."

    "On shelter No. 404, residents only enjoy basic human rights, while only citizens can own privatend."

    "Currently, only ''citizen'' status exchanges are open. The first-level citizenship only supports the purchase of 5 square meters of privatend, and this number will continue to expand with the promotion of status."

    "More identities and titles will be released in subsequent updates based on the progress of the test."

    "At the same time, the mercenary, caravan, guild, legion and other systems that are being designed also have certain requirements for identity and contribution points."

    "After the Alpha version 0.3, the rewards for daily tasks are mainly based on money. Only actions that contribute to the overall interests of the outpost can be rewarded with contribution points. This includes but is not limited to working as civil servants, solving emergencies, and making great creations and inventions etc."

    "Please keep these in mind!"

    After the post was posted, it did not immediately cause a lot of noise.

    But this was also expected by Chu Guang.

    It was three o''clock in the afternoon in the wastnd world, and it was early in the morning in the real world. It was toote for theizens who did not qualify for the test, and too early for the yers in the game.

    When they went offline, they would see it naturally.

    Stretching, Chu Guang was about to turn off theputer, and suddenly found that there were several replies to the post.

    [Ya Ya: What''s the situation? It''s updated! ? I missed the entire 0.2 version?! QAQ]

    Seeing this post, Chu Guang was shocked.

    This yer really wouldn''t sleep unless she could get back into the game.

    However, he couldn''t help her.

    If possible, Chu Guang also hoped that the yers'' resurrection CD could be shorter, but unfortunately, it would always take a while to develop from an embryo to a mature individual.

    Just wait a little bit longer, you will be able to log into the game tomorrow.

    Ignoring the hapless little yer, Chu Guang turned off theputer, got up and went outside the shelter.

    Since thest time he bought a batch of tools from Brown Farm, the efficiency of the yers'' work has indeed improved a lotpared to before.

    It has only been two days since the third group of yers entered the game. The concrete wall around the nursing home has been almost repaired.

    Not only that, Chu Guang also found that under the leadership of "Hold_the_sword_execution", some yers were digging a foundation in the open space in front of the nursing home,ying down yellow mud bricks and smearing cement on it.

    It looked like they were building a house.

    Chu Guang stepped forward and asked a yer who was moving bricks.

    "What are you doing?"

    The yer exined with a smile.

    "I heard that the new NPC is a weapon merchant, so we are building her a weapon store!"

    What?

    Upon hearing this, Chu Guang was shocked.

    How kind can those yers be?

    Although he did disclose information about the new NPC to Ample Time, he never told him to build a shop for her.

    Those yers were seriously hard working.

    Without any expression on his face, Chu Guang then looked at the foundation next to him and continued to ask.

    "What about the other one?"

    The yer replied with a smile.

    "That, it should be a bathhouse!"

    "We tried to take a bath in theke, but we found outter that it''s not safe at all. Old White''s little brother almost got bitten off by a catfish yesterday, so we discussed it and decided to build a public bathhouse."

    Puff.

    No, you can''tugh.

    Chu Guang held his urge tough back, and nodded with a stiff expression.

    "Ahem, you guys can carry on."

    "Paying attention to hygiene is a good thing..."

    The yer said with a smile.

    "Okay! Then I''ll carry on moving bricks."

    "Mhm."

    Ample Time soon arrived in the evening.

    Brother Scrambled Egg set up an iron pot on the open space, first throwing in a piece of hyena''s fat refining oil before throwing in the cut venison and vegetable leaves from unknown sources into the pot, then stir-frying and sprinkling some salt for seasoning.

    Tonight''s recipe was fried venison with green vegetable leaves and lightly boiled green wheat porridge.

    Thanks to the reindeer hunted by the administrator, the quality of yers'' food could finally be improved.

    "Where did you get that iron pot?" Chu Guang was curious when seeing Brother Scrambled Egg''s hand holding the unfamiliar kitchenware, so he looked at Old White who was closest to him and asked.

    "You mean that? It was made by me and Ample Time." Facing the administrator''s inquiry, Old White said with a smile.

    "You did it?" Chu Guang nced at him in surprise, and then asked, "Your st furnace¡­ is working now?"

    "It already is! Although the quality of the refined steel is only average, there is no problem in making some tools."

    Old White smiled proudly, then said,

    "I wanted to report to you earlier, but I couldn''t find where you were, hehe."

    Unexpectedly, even the primitive steelmaking technology was mastered by these yers.

    Although the quality of steel produced by this method may not be satisfactory, doesn''t any technology mature step by step?

    With iron.

    Not to mention thebat effectiveness, at least productivity could rise to a higher level!

    Chu Guang sighed with emotion, his face was full of admiration.

    "You have done a good job, and I will report your credit to the organization."

    "You and There_will_be_ample_time will be rewarded with 1000 Contribution Points... as amendation for solving the steel needs of the outpost."

    Old White was overjoyed and said quickly.

    "It is my honor to share your worries with you!"

    Chu Guang shook his head.

    "You deserve those points."

    These yers were all very talented, and they were all very obedient. As an administrator, Chu Guang almost felt bad for using them.

    When Chu Guang was on Bett Street before, he heard from the old Charlie of the grocery store that the fate of most shelter administrators did not end well.

    The residents of those shelters were far more difficult to serve than the survivors on the wastnd. Even if they were full and warm, they would stillin about the bad situation and make some unrealistic demands.

    Few marauders could break the almost indestructible wall and iron wall of the shelter head-on. Those weak weapons almost couldn''t leave a little scratch on the gate of the shelter. Most shelters that were abandoned by unnatural factors were due to internal contradictions and differences.

    When he heard these words from old Charlie''s mouth, Chu Guang always felt that his tone held a little mncholy.

    Like he was narrating from experience.

    When he just took over the management authority of No. 404 shelter, Chu Guang was actually a little nervous, worried that he could not do the job well, so he kept leaving himself a way out on Bett Street and bought Xiaoyu to help him look after the house.

    But now, he didn''t think so anymore.

    Simr things may happen to any other shelter, but it would never happen to himself.

    He went to the cooking stove.

    Chu Guang held a bowl and looked at Brother Scrambled Egg who had just finished frying a pot of dishes and said.

    "Can I have a bowl too?"

    Brother Scrambled Egg looked surprised.

    In his impression, this NPC seemed to have never eaten with them. So much so that he once suspected that this NPC did not need to eat in the setting.

    Is this artificial intelligence upgraded?

    "Let me help you!"

    Teng Teng, who was waiting by the stove, took the bowl diligently, filled therge bowl with green wheat porridge, and handed it to the administrator''s hand.

    "Be careful, it''s hot."

    "Mhm."

    Chu Guang nodded and thanked her before asking Brother Scrambled Egg to give himself a spoonful of fried venison, pouring it directly on the thick green wheat porridge. He then turned and walked towards the shelter elevator..................................................................

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 Chapter 47: As a Game Designer Who Masters in Human Nature

    "Here."

    In Shelter 404, in the room next to the residents'' hall, Chu Guang handed the bowl and spoon to Xia Yan who was sitting against the wall.

    Seeing the venison and bracken leaves floating on the green wheat porridge, Xia Yan swallowed, and ignoring whether there was any poison in it, she buried her head in the bowl and gulped it down.

    Since she could eat it, it meant that she had almost recovered.

    Watching the female mercenary gorging on the food, Chu Guang nced at her right leg briefly. Although the severed limb cannot be regenerated, the wound has basically healed, and the scab has even begun to fall off, and new flesh will grow.

    It seems that this healing syringe is indeed effective.

    It would be nice if I could get another one.

    When Xia Yan had almost finished the food, Chu Guang said.

    "So, have you memorized everything now?"

    Xia Yan put down the bowl and nodded nervously.

    To be honest, she was not confident.

    But she was afraid that if she said no, she would be sold as a ve to the farm nearby.

    This was a ruthless man, who had torn a creeper apart with his bare hand and did not even blink when he shot his own people, so he might do something even worse to her.

    "Very good," Chu Guang nodded, "Tomorrow, you can rest. You will officially start working the day after tomorrow."

    Xia Yan asked nervously.

    "Speaking of which, what does the proprietress of the weapon shop do?"

    Chu Guang looked at her and said,

    "It''s your background settings. You''ve finished memorizing the lines, but you still don''t know?"

    Xia Yan had a confused face, and obviously didn''t understand the meaning of this job.

    Chu Guang sighed.

    "Forget it, it doesn''t matter if you don''t understand, my assistant Little Seven will give you induction training. You only need toplete the things I ordered step by step."

    "In addition, I don''t care about other ces, at least in front of other people, you have to call me administrator, understand?"

    Xia Yan nodded.

    "Understood¡­¡­"

    Chu Guang said.

    "You can call me once now."

    "Administrator." Xia Yan bowed her head and said in submission.

    Huh?

    She learned pretty fast.

    Chu Guang was satisfied with her attitude, nodded, and handed her a chocte-vored lollipop.

    "Very good."

    "This is dessert after the meal, you can have it."

    Xia Yan took the lollipop from his hand with a nk face, staring at the thing in a daze, seemingly thinking of something.

    Chu Guang wasn''t curious about what she was thinking.

    Not wanting to stay in the room any longer, he closed the door, turned and returned to the surface. He first picked Little Seven up from the upper floor, and then drove the yers back to the shelter like an old farmer herding a group of ducks.

    Login permissions were locked to prevent someone from not going to sleep in the middle of the night.

    Except for Mr. Garbage, who was still scouting outside, all 29 yers returned home.

    After returning to theputer in the residents'' lobby, Chu Guang opened the forum.

    Unsurprisingly, after the yers took off their helmets, the first thing they did after they woke up was not to wash their faces and brush their teeth, but to pick up their phones or useputers to log in to the official website of Wastnd Online.

    The moment when the yers just went offline was the most lively time of the day on the official website forum.

    Especially since just three hours ago, the official website of Wastnd Online released such big news!

    Less than three days after the Alpha 0.2 version went online, the 0.3 version was updated. And looking at the content of this update, it actually contained a lot more than the previous version!

    There was no need to pin it at all.

    The post that Chu Guang posted on the forum as a game designer without any suspense reced the analysis post of "There_will_be_ample_time" and became the top hot post in the entire forum!

    Old White:[? ? ? The most diligent official in history! A big update every three days and a small update once a day, I love it! ]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [I''m in tears, we will finally be paid for missions in the future! T . T]

    Night Ten: [What do you mean? Didn''t you get paid before? Are contribution points and favorability not counted as wages? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Ample Time: [Wait a minute, I have a question! Does this mean that there will be no contribution points for daily tasks in the future? ]

    Gale: [Fuck! ]

    Hold_the_sword_execution: [Shi! ]

    Night Ten: [No, buddy! Don''t be like this! (Panic)]

    Kakarot_from_the_future: [In fact, there is another small detail we need to pay attention to. 2000 contribution points can be upgraded to citizenship. Will there be missions that only citizens can take, but residents can''t? ]

    The_Escaping_Mole: [Wuwu, I want to build a house! Don''t stop me from building a house! What happens if you don''t buynd to build a house? ]

    Irene: [It should be considered illegal. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Makka_Pakka: [Building a house is not interesting at all, I want to farm! Damnit, what can 5 square meters ofnd possibly grow! (anger)]

    The focus of these yers was always in strange ces.

    Chu Guang obviously just wanted to express that they would receive money forpleting missions and work in the future. However, what yers were concerned about was that it would be more difficult to obtain contribution points in the future!

    Moreover, they seemed to have misunderstood something about the updated identity system and privatend system.

    But this was not their fault. After all, Chu Guang really didn''t exin this part of the content clearly.

    Light: "Everyone, please calm down. I just finished my work, and heard the forum''s moderators say that you have a lot of questions about the new update! So let me exin it in detail."

    "First of all, yers who have obtained the qualification for the closed alpha should have already felt that the game map of Wastnd Online is an open world and that the actual game map is quiterge in area, almost equal to infinity. However, in contrast, the safe area that the shelter outpost can provide is limited!"

    "The 5 square meters of privatend can be understood as the private space inside the fence provided by the outpost to yers. yers can build houses on their ownnd, as long as the height does not exceed the nursing home''s own height located in the center of the base."

    "If you want to increase the area of your private territory, in addition to working hard to obtain contribution points to improve your status, you can also cooperate with your friends, develop together, and share thend."

    "Of course, there must be a small number of yers who want to know if they can build a house outside the fence of the outpost if they didn''t have their ownnd but still wanted to build a house."

    "The answer is yes. We promised that yers can freely use their creativity to transform the world, and the server will retain these transformations. This is one of the core gamey mechanics of this game!"

    "But it should be noted that free construction is only a function supported by the server! yers can use this function, but also need to pay attention to the rules set by the NPC in the game. After all, in the setting, the identity of the yers is the 404 shelter resident."

    "The territory of the outpost is not only a fence, but also includes defensive buffer zones, agricultural areas, etc. outside the wall. As long as thesends are not upied and yers'' actions do not pose a threat to the public safety and facilities of the outpost, yers can freely build anything in it with creativity."

    "But it should be noted that these facilities outside the territory are not protected by shelter."

    "In addition, since the scale of the outpost will continue to change with development, the nearbynd may be included in the new territory at any time. Therefore, for your gaming experience, please choose a ce a little farther away from the outpost if you want to test your own creativity."

    "If your building is identally included in the territory of the outpost, don''t worry too much. The benevolent administrator will not immediately demolish the illegal building in the territory, but will give its owner 30 days."

    "During this 30-day period, you will have the right to prepare and do whatever you need in order to purchase thend first, whether it is to upgrade your status or cooperate with other yers. As long as you turn thend under the building into your privatend, you can also keep the illegal building. It''s a very considerate setting."

    "Of course, if the yer does not exercise the right of first refusal within 30 days, the administrator can only recover thend in ordance with the management regtions of the shelter, confiscate the illegal buildings on thend, and enter the asset disposal process."

    "In the asset disposal process, the administrator will decide whether to demolish the building, list it as a public facility, or auction it ording to the purpose and quality of the building. ording to the way the building is disposed of, the administrator will give the yer who lost thend a certain amount ofpensation."

    "In addition, I have to mention that the current currency is only a temporary currency in the closed alpha stage. This is a very important point."

    "At the end of the game test, we will consider using digital currency and electronic ounting to integrate the currency system with the attribute panel and make it able to be presented directly to the yers in a visual interface, just like those games you y on traditional PCs. Attributes, properties, etc. will be avable for checking at any time!"

    "However, it is not easy to implement this function. It involves manyplex technical issues. Please be patient and give our production team some time!"

    "By the way, this update will invite 20 new yers. I believe that lucky people should have received the invitation emails already, please check it in time."

    "I have been working overtime the entire nightst night. I have to sleep for a while. If you have any questions, you can leave a message below this post. I will reply when I wake up!"

    Of course, Chu Guang didn''t sleep.

    The sky in the wastnd was just getting dark, and it was not yet six thirty in the evening. If he went to bed so early, he might wake up in the middle of the night. At that time, what was he going to do? He didn''t have a game helmet to help sleep.

    It was better to check what the yers were chatting about in the post.

    As Chu Guang expected, just less than two minutes after his post was updated, the replies below the post exploded again.

    Battlefield_hype_up_group: [Nice! Got an official exnation! ]

    Body_stroke_chef: [Brother Light! ! ! It''s you! ]

    Sweaty_palms: [Please, just give me a chance! Please invite me as well!]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [Keep acting. I don''t believe it at all. I repeat, there are no fully immersive virtual reality games in this world. The replies above are all bots! Anyone that is not a bot in the forum, please don''t be fooled by the people from the Bull and Horse group! They are a bunch of trolls!]

    Irene: [Wait, there are really people in this forum? I thought they are all my alt ounts? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    Quit_smoking: [Fuck me. 20 new invitations? ! Why didn''t I receive any in my mailbox? ! ]

    Big_eyes_in_debt: [Hahahahaha, I received it! ]

    That_touch_of_longing: [+1, haha! ]

    Huh?

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do? I''ve seen this ID before.

    It seems to be from the Bull and Horse group.

    However, what Chu Guang didn''t expect was that this guy actually registered an ount in the forum.

    Didn''t this guy always say that this official website was a malware site?

    Why did he register an ount now?

    Chu Guang clicked on the ount to take a look, and he was even more amused.

    This guy actually also applied for the close alpha test, and he applied after he raised the application requirement.

    Chu Guang smiled in his heart and didn''t take this guy''s remarks seriously.

    In the forum, he was not the only one who did not believe that this game really existed.

    What Chu Guang had to do here was to screen 20 more reliable yers from the more than 300 "applications".

    Those methods include, but were not limited to; analyzing users through forum history chat, answer scores, activity status, and online time. He who had done sales before was very good at this..................................................................

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 Chapter 48: Alpha 0.3 Version is Online! New Gameplay Unlocked!

    Early in the next morning.

    Outside the wall of the nursing home, there were loud voices and shouts.

    "For the abandoned construction site stone transportation mission, a group of three is currently waiting for one more yer. The rent for two small carts has been paid. Anyone who wants to join our team, please PM me immediately."

    "Are there any yers of the strength type? Waiting for one teammate to cut trees and earn money to level up!"

    "Agile type yer is waiting for one teammate to ept the mission to scavenge the northern townhouse! Perception-type yers will be considered first. Intelligence type yers, please stand aside."

    "Damn, do intelligence type yers have no human rights????"

    "The outpost is recruiting part-time warehouse administrators, with a fixed daily sry of 9 silver coins and 100 contribution points. Working hours are from 6 am to 6 pm, with a 3-hour break in between. Work content includes checking ount books and inventory, material procurement and sales. Intelligence types will be considered. Only two people are needed. Note that the administrator will always watch you, if he finds out that you are breaking the rules, you will be punished severely... Fuck yeah! Sign me up!"

    "The woodworking hut is also hiring! The daily minimum sry is 10 silver coins and 200 contribution points, and additionalmissions will be based on tool making orders. Uh, woodworking experience is required. Must know how to handle logs, and can make good quality furniture, bows, and spears.... Damn, those requirements are so high."

    After the update, every yer received a novice gift pack of 5 copper coins from the generous administrator.

    What can 5 copper coins do?

    It can actually do many things.

    For example, yers can rent an axe for 5 hours from the logging hut, or rent a cart or other tools from the warehouse for 5 hours.

    In addition to renting, yers could also buy a pound of shofar potatoes, green wheat or 100g of jerky in the warehouse. The power of purchasing is still high.

    It must be said that yers are creatures that can always adapt to a new environment easily.

    If the scavengers on Bett Street heard that someone would rece the chips that they had been using for nearly a century with a few pieces of metal, they would immediately stand up and fight that person desperately.

    But the yers were different.

    They were a group of particles suspended in the brownian motion in a bottle, and chaos and order have duality in them. As long as they still needed to repeat the two actions of putting on and taking off the helmet, they would never be able to jump out of this bottle.

    The game has the rules, and updates and adjustments are the norm.

    For yers, this ismon sense.

    In less than an hour, these little geniuses without a teacher were already familiar with the new version of the rules, and began to figure out how to adapt to this version within the rules.

    The open space in front of the fence.

    Ample Time did not leave immediately. Instead, he found Old White, Night Ten, and Gale, and sat around together for abat meeting.

    Ample Time: "The biggest change in Alpha 0.3 is the changes to the economic system and identity system."

    Ample Time: "I just consulted the administrator''s assistant. If we want to get contribution points, in addition to making major contributions, they can only be obtained through employment. Take the warehouse administrator with the lowest threshold as an example, you can get 100 contribution points for one day of work. If everyone''s contribution points begin with 0, it will take 20 days to reach citizenship under normal circumstances."

    Gale touched the bridge of his nose, raised his hand and said.

    "Let me add something. It is not only through employment. Daily tasks are guaranteed to get contribution points. Take cutting 20 trees and dragging them to the woodworking hut as an example. In addition to the rewards for cutting the trees, we can also get 80 contribution points¡­ But the upper limit of contribution points we can get is only 160 points, which means that bypleting two missions, we will hit the upper limit."

    Ample Time: "Mhm¡­ Using the break time of the warehouse work to do daily work, the theoretical maximum contribution point that can be obtained in a single day is 260, and it takes 8 days to umte 2000 points. However, it is estimated that it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve it."

    Night Ten whispered.

    "Damn, in this way¡­ Isn''t my 3,000 contribution points a bit ridiculous?!"

    Old White touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

    "I have 5000."

    Night Ten: "Holy shit!"

    When entering the game for the first time, the contribution points of cutting trees were calcted based on the length and thickness of the wood. Trees as thick as arms would gain 1 contribution point per meter. Trees as thick as thighs would gain 2 contribution points per meter.

    Maybe the game''s numerical nning was not well designed. As a result, Old White of the strength type gained 800 points just by cutting trees, and even Ample Time who had the worst stamina gained 300 points per day.

    This was obviously unreasonable.

    Sure enough, starting from the Alpha 0.2 version, the ie from cutting a tree has been shed; and now in the Alpha 0.3 version, the ie from cutting a tree is only two or four copper coins ording to the thickness and length. And if yers don''t have their own axe, they have to pay a rent of 1 copper coin per hour and ept credit.

    Even if one cut 20 pine trees as thick as thighs in a day, one would only earn 80 copper coins, which was only 8 silver coins.

    Coupled with the 80 contribution points settled by 20 trees, the ss of Lumberjack was greatly nerfedpared to when it was just started!

    However, the outpost was not short of wood. It was estimated that the trees were cut to prepare for farming in theing year.

    "Thanks to the overflow of contribution point data in the early game, the four of us have the highest contribution points in the game. I have already redeemed my citizenship, you should upgrade your status as well. In this way, the area we get in total will add up to 20 square meters. We can enclose an area close to the nursing home."

    "What are we doing with thend?"

    "Building a house of course! Is there something wrong with building a three-story building with a small apartment of 20 square meters? As long as the height does not exceed the nursing home in the middle, we should be fine. The first floor can be the living room and the second and third floor will be partitioned so each of us will get a room. Isn''t this nice?"

    Ample Time rolled his eyes at Night Ten. How could this guy ask such a stupid question.

    "It makes sense..." Old White''s eyes lit up. "We can use the first floor as a shop to do business!"

    The building would face the main entrance of the nursing home, the resurrection point of the yers. It was simply the prime location amongst the prime locations. Anything they were going to sell would make them rich!

    "Yes! I also took this into consideration!"

    Ample Time snapped his fingers, smiled on his face, and said confidently.

    "The new version obviously encourages yers to be creative and organize production and trading by their own initiative! Do you remember what the dev emphasized at the beginning? The goal of Wastnd Online is to create an economic system that can truly reflect the rtionship between supply and demand. And this also determines that arge part of the equipment and supplies of the yers in the future may have to be obtained through transactions between yers!"

    So now was a perfect time to enclose thend.

    Unfortunately, the identity system limited the upper limit of thend that each yer could purchase. Otherwise, Ample Time would''ve given in to his want of saving money to buy all thend around the nursing home and directly develop the wastnd real estate.

    Isn''t this more cost-effective than buying a house in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou?

    After all, there''s no way that this game would not be popr after releasing.

    "Nice!" Even Gale couldn''t help but give a thumbs up this time.

    This analysis is too good!

    Night Ten and Old White looked at each other, their faces filled with excitement.

    "How much does it cost to buynd?"

    Ample Time said with a smile.

    "I checked, only 10 silver coins are needed for 1 square meter. What we have to do now is to grab 200 silver coins before all yers and buy the nearest 20 square meters from the nursing home!"

    Old White hesitated: "What if someone is faster than us?"

    Ample Time made a helpless expression.

    "If that happens, then invite him into our group."

    At present, few people have been promoted to citizenship. Even if someone is faster than them, how many can there be? Having more people in the group is not a bad thing.

    The three nodded, and had no objection to bringing other people into the group.

    "I have another question," Night Ten raised his hand and said, "What shall we do to save money? I checked. The job of burning cement is the highest-paying job in the ss with no experience threshold, but its daily ie is still only 10 silver coins. Counting the 20% production bonus, it''s only 12 silver coins at most¡­ and it only requires two people."

    Gale pointed in the direction over the production site and continued.

    "And now there is no vacancy. Just look at the cement kiln... the smoke has already risen, and it is probably full of people."

    Although the cement kiln was built by Old White and the others, after the Alpha 0.3 version updated thend system, the facilities inside the wall were included in the public facilities.

    As the builders of the facility, both Old White and Ample Time have a 30-day right of first refusal.

    But the location of the cement kilns was too far, almost next to the wall. Not to mention that some monsters might invade the nursing home one day, and the first thing they destroy would be those kilns.

    Neither of them intended to waste precious nd purchase quota". After all, the technical content of this thing was not high. It was better to wait for the disposal of assets 30 dayster. Ultimately, the administrator wouldpensate them with a sum of money and contributions.

    In fact, they almost couldn''t wait for the administrator to confiscate it now so they could buynd with thepensation for demolition.

    Ample Time touched his chin and said.

    "Even if there are still vacancies, I don''t rmend applying for those fixed positions. If we want to outperform other yers, we must find another way."

    Night Ten looked at him and asked.

    "Like what?"

    "Like hunting!"

    "Hunting?"

    Ample Time nodded.

    "Mhm, I checked the warehouse just now and found that the dead body of a mutant hyena can be exchanged for 5 silver coins. If the prey weighs more than 30 kilograms, we can get an extra 2 copper coins for every kilogram."

    Night Ten''s eyes widened.

    "5 silver coins? So many?!"

    This is still calcted ording to the minimum standard!

    Although the weight of the mutant hyena is basically about 30 kilograms, during autumn, most of the prey would be hoarding fat, and their weight will generally be heavier than usual.

    This game is very detailed in this regard.

    "... Mhm, in addition to the mutant hyena, there are also mutant reindeer on the purchase list, and the price of each prey is at least 12 silver coins! Basically, if the four of us team up, as long as we can hunt 8 mutant hyenas a day, we can steadily surpass the ie of four people smelting cement together!"

    This is the fastest way to earn 200 silver coins that Ample Time can think of.

    "But¡­ Where are we going to find so much prey?" Old White said hesitantly, "There seems to be only birds and small animals in the wend park. We can only findrger prey when we get out of the wend park and go to the city, right? "

    Before Ample Time answered, Night Ten sitting next to him raised his hand.

    "Don''t worry about this! I have been hunting with the Administrator these days. I remember the dangerous ces in this area and where there are many prey. Not only that, but yesterday, the administrator and I also found the migrating deer herd. As long as we follow the footprints of the deers, it''s easy to find prey!"

    Gale nodded.

    "Mhm, Night Ten is a perception type. The 9-point perception is currently the highest among all yers. Searching for prey shouldn''t be difficult. Now the question is, how to hunt? The weapon merchant is still not avable at the moment."

    Ample Time smiled confidently and said.

    "There is no need to use guns. Spears, slingshots, bows and crossbows... as long as they are used properly, these weapons are not inferior to guns in medium and close range."

    Gale frowned and asked.

    "Have you used a bow before? It''s not easy to hit a target."

    When the university organized an archery club, he tried the sport of archery once, and he used bows with professional sights.

    However, not to mention hitting a target 20 meters away, one would already be considered very talented if one could scratch the target after shooting 10 arrows.

    Many people are clearly aiming at their own targets, but the arrows would often end up at other people''s targets or spreading everywhere on the protective cotton on the floor or ceiling.

    If they had a bow and arrow without a sight...

    Gale couldn''t imagine what kind of uracy they would get.

    However, Ample Time doesn''t seem to worry about this problem, and still has a confident smile on his face.

    "Don''t worry about this. Leave the archery to me. I have some experience. You are responsible for making traps and giving the final blow. Old White will be our tank, and Night Ten is responsible for detection and alerting."

    "Trust me, this lineup would not have any problems!"...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 49: Chu Guang Is Playing A Long Game

    In fact, it''s not just Ample Time that noticed it. Many yers also did.

    The significance of this update is far more than just perfecting the economic system and incorporating contribution points into the honor system.

    Its greatest significance is to emphasize the cooperation between yers!

    As the number of yers increases, this step is actually inevitable.

    A good social system can not only increase yers'' gaming experience, but also increase user stickiness and daily activity.

    Although thetter is somewhat redundant for technically advanced games like Wastnd Online.

    So far, the yers who have been screened by Chu Guang are all hard-core yers. They almost wanted to stay online 24 hours a day. None of them wanted to leave the game unless they were forced to go offline.

    They were so self-disciplined, almost as if they didn''t have a sex life.

    In any case, in the eyes of most yers, the impact of this update on cooperation between yers is profound.

    Although the official social system has not been updated, many settings are actually paving the way for team formation and guild systems.

    For example, the setting that allows yers to sharend use rights with friends.

    5 square meters ofnd may not be able to do anything, but when four yers share theirnd, it would add up to 20 square meters¡ªenough to build a small house.

    Isn''t this the prototype of the guild?

    "Little Seven, do you know what the soul of a game is?"

    "What is it?"

    Standing on the 3rd floor of the nursing home, watching the yersing in and out of the outpost base busily, Chu Guang''s mouth slightly curled up with a smile.

    "It''s mathematics."

    "Mathematics?"

    "Mhm, to be more precise, it should be numerical design. This is an art, and excellent numerical design can even be a gamey in itself. In contrast, plot, graphics, and settings are the additional value added to the game."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued slowly.

    "Through the design of numerical values, we can keep the contribution points and money that most yers who follow the steps can get in a reasonable range in a day."

    "For example, under normal circumstances, it takes two to three weeks to be promoted from a resident to a citizen. This time cannot be too long, which will make the yer lose confidence, and it cannot be too short. Things that are too easy to get are meaningless. And when yers be citizens and our core users, we will immediately set new goals for them, such as buyingnd."

    Little Seven tilted the camera.

    "Buyingnd? But thend price you set doesn''t seem to be expensive, right."

    "Yes," Chu Guang nodded. "For yers who have obtained citizenship, it will not take long to buy thend itself, but after buying thend, you have to build something on it, right?"

    "Building a house requires cement and bricks. A stronger small western-style building also requires steel. If a few more houses needed to be built, the demand for building materials such as cement, bricks, and steel would definitely increase, don''t you think so? I don''t believe that these yers would be satisfied to live in a shack in the game. In terms of why citizens can only 5 square meters per yer? If I give them 10 square meters, or 20 square meters per yer, soon our safe area will be filled with useless shacks and garbage."

    Little Seven: "Ah, this."

    For an AI, it seems difficult to understand these things empathically.

    But Chu Guang didn''t care.

    With a faint smile, he continued.

    "When the house is built, you can''t live in an unfurnished house, right? Whether it''s a bed, a table, a cab, carpets, curtains, or light bulbs when electricityes... With demands of those things, the supply and production will inevitably increase."

    Whether it''s buyingnd to build a house or buying furniture, these all cost money, right?

    And where does the moneye from?

    Sorry, this game is still in alpha testing and currently does not support real money. If yers want to make money, they can only honestly do missions.

    Through the lever of the mission system, Chu Guang can easily control the flow of money, thereby indirectly controlling the behavior of the yers.

    For example, if the sheltercks food, increase the remuneration for gathering and hunting tasks. If the shelter needs more houses, then increase the ie of moving bricks, stering, and making cement.

    What if mutants or marauders came to the door?

    Then it''s not a matter of money.

    Chu Guang will start the "Never Retreat" war mobilization in the form of "in-game activities", and temporarily exempt yers from the death penalty during the event and issue them weapons.

    Facing a group of maniacs that are not afraid of death, even mutant humans that don''t know what fear is would still be afraid.

    "... When they''ve tried almost all the daily tasks, I would open up a new identity level for them to y. There will be intermediate citizens above the regr citizens, and thend that can be purchased will be increased to 25 square meters. Then the second wall will be built. When that timees, there would be no shortage of cement, bricks, wood, and steel. Not surprisingly, they will build a bigger house and experiment with other things."

    "When they get tired of building houses, I would give noble titles to these old yers and then arrange a slightly distant fief, so that they could have fun in their own territory and little kingdom. Weapons, ammunition, food, fuel, building materials... If they can''t produce any, they can import them from the shelter, and those can also be tasks for new yers."

    "As for what I can give them after that? I''ll leave it aside at the moment. Damn, I just unlocked the B1 floor of the shelter myself, but I have to worry about what I can give to them..."

    It''s still unknown how many culture chambers are stored in No. 404 shelter. Maybe he will have to figure out how to build this stuff in the future.

    He was convinced that the first administrator with great magical powerspleted a certain "unprecedented" great technology in this shelter.

    And after he reveals all the secrets, he will definitely tell him all the truth.

    However, although the road ahead is unpredictable, Chu Guang is still full of confidence in this major update of the Alpha 0.3 version.

    He is ying a long game.

    In his first phase of the n, the yers who have received nine years ofpulsory education are all high-quality productive forces, and there is no problem in skipping the agricultural society and jumping into industrialization.

    Afterpleting the most basic industrialization, the prerequisite for survival on the wastnd will be ready.

    In the second stage, as the number of yers expands, Chu Guang will try to procure a batch of native people from the wastnd to join the outpost to engage in basic production positions such as farming, cutting trees, and producing cement. If there are special talents among these aboriginal people, he will also arrange special positions for them.

    yers who have been upgraded to citizens can be freed from basic manualbor positions and devote more time to challenging and "fun" work such as creativity,bat, and exploration, and give full y to their advantage of being able to continue to respawn.

    This brings him to the third stage, which is the final stage.

    Ideally, the native people as NPCs and the yers as clones should have formed a special symbiotic social rtionship by then.

    Complement each other''s strengths and restrain each other.

    If everything goes well, the yers who have real estate, property, equipment, friendship, and even love here will regard Wastnd Online as their "second life" and be a champion of order rather than a challenger, forming a good game ecology.

    This kind of game actually exists in reality.

    Commonly known as "server environment".

    Of course, Chu Guang also knows that ns will never keep up with changes, so he''s also prepared many n Bs to deal with sudden situations.

    But at least for now, the implementation of the first phase of the n is still quite good.

    These closed alpha yers carefully selected by Chu Guang were obviously convinced by his empty promises, and they were more cooperative than he thought.

    Little Seven raised its camera, looked at its master standing next to it, and reminded him in a low voice.

    "Master, do you know that you are smiling like a viin now?"

    "Viin? Have you ever seen a kind viin like me?"

    Chu Guang red at this rude robot.

    "I liberated them from their boring daily routines and gave them an extraordinary and extra 12 hours in their lives. All they need to pay is a little sweat and dreaming time, other than that, they have no losses. It didn''t even cost a penny!"

    Damnit.

    Now that I think about it, the helmet should be charged!

    But after thinking about it again, Chu Guang didn''t know the use of asking for money. He couldn''t get the things he bought online, and he didn''t need to pay for the electricity bills of the server and the cost of the helmet.

    At least for now, collecting money will be troublesome.

    Shaking his head, Chu Guang retracted his gaze from the window, turned his back to Little Seven and yawned.

    "The wind on the rooftop is a bit strong."

    "I''ll go back to the shelter first, I''ll leave it to you here."

    The "Bull and Horse Squad" he was most optimistic about had already set off with the bows, arrows, javelins, and dry food. They should be going out hunting.

    Before, Chu Guang had been deliberately training the yer named Night Ten, not only teaching him the experience of living in the wastnd and how to use "sense" to track prey and insight into danger, but also leading him to sessfully find the deer herd.

    If he can''t get any prey back, he should be ashamed.

    It happened that there were not many 9mm bullets, and Chu Guang decided to give himself a day off today.

    Little Seven bobbed its camera and obediently responded.

    "Yes, master."

    ...

    At noon.

    A hoarse whimper came out of the half-opened culture chamber next to the residents'' hall of the shelter.

    "Wuwuwu, I finally respawned!"

    Because she was excited, she knocked her forehead on the hatch that was not fully opened when she sat up from the culture chamber all of sudden. Ya Ya rubbed her red forehead and sat up from the culture chamber again.

    Looking at the delicate skin in the mirror opposite, tears filled her eyes.

    Half was caused by pain, half was excitement.

    Before going online, she had been watching other people discussing the game on the forum for three days!

    Three days!

    God knows how she survived these three sleepless nights without a helmet.

    Wiping the tear, Ya Ya quickly put on the clothes ced in the cabin storagepartment, and ran out of the room.

    The lights in the residents'' hall were on.

    Chu Guang, who had just returned from the outside, was sitting in front of theputer in the lobby and surfing the Inte.

    Hearing the sound of footstepsing from next door, he turned off the webpage he was browsing, released the mouse, and looked at the yer who entered the lobby.

    "Dear administrator, please allow me to apologize to you for my hasty and reckless behavior!"

    Although the game designer told her that an apology wouldn''t help her much, this NPC was too realistic.Especially when he looked over, she always felt that if she didn''t say a word of sorry, she wouldn''t be able to forgive herself.

    "You don''t have to apologize to me. What you fail is the trust of the organization and the people who are still waiting underground."

    Chu Guang nced at her clothes.

    If he remembers correctly, there are only two sets of this blue jacket uniform for each culture chamber. If this yer dies again, I am afraid she will have to y without having any clothes on.

    Although Teng Teng has made some warm animal skin jackets, they are only suitable for wearing on top of something. If there is nothing on the inside, it will be somewhat unsuitable for other yers to watch.

    Especially since this yer''s figure is a bit special...

    Chu Guang continued nkly.

    "... ording to the rules, I should deduct 500 points of your contribution, but unfortunately you have no contribution points to deduct."

    Ya Ya lowered her head and said ashamed.

    "I''m really sorry, I''m willing to ept all punishments!"

    "Punishment is for you to learn your lesson. If you want to survive in this wastnd, you need not only bravery, but also brains. I hope you can cherish your life, and cherish the hard-won chance toe to the surface even more..."

    Chu Guang paused and continued.

    "I''ll give you a task. Collect 100 kilograms of food outside, including but not limited to wild vegetables, berries, and mushrooms. Until the punishment task ispleted, your status will be reduced from ''resident'' to ''criminal''. You can''t get any rewards even if you receive tasks normally."

    "Remember, your bnce is no longer enough to pay the death penalty. If you die again, I will send you back underground permanently."

    "Good luck."

    Permanent repatriation means kicking her out of the game forever

    In the fictional game setting, all yerse from the deepest part of the shelter¡ªa dormant center that freezes thousands of people, active as an advance force returning to the surface.

    Hearing the words of permanent repatriation, Ya Ya trembled and said quickly.

    "Yes! I promise that I''ll never be reckless again!"

    Satisfied with her attitude, Chu Guang nodded gently.

    "Now go."

    Ya Ya was dejected and was about to walk towards the door, but at this moment, the administrator sitting at the desk suddenly stopped her.

    "Wait a moment."

    Ya Ya stopped and turned back.

    "Do you have any more orders?"

    "Mhm, wait a moment, I''ll show you something."

    With that said, Chu Guang took out a metal-packaged can from the drawer, pulled off the tab, and tore off the lid of the can.

    An aroma wafted from the can.

    Chu Guang was stunned when he saw it.

    Unexpectedly, this old can not only has noyer of stagnant oil, but looks the same as it had when it had just been produced.

    Could it really be recently produced....

    Chu Guang''s expression is a little weird.

    Do I still need to test if it''s poisonous?

    I feel like it''s unnecessary.

    Ya Ya, who had just been resurrected, didn''t think much.

    Her stomach was empty at the moment. She was not hungry originally, but when she saw the delicious canned food, she couldn''t help swallowing.

    Looking up at the administrator, her face was filled with disbelief and touch.

    "This, is this for me?"

    Chu Guang didn''t answer, but just asked.

    "Want to eat?"

    Ya Ya nodded quickly.

    "Mhm."

    Chu Guang continued to ask.

    "Is there anything wrong with the color? For example... can you see if it''s glowing in green light?"

    Ya Ya shook her head vigorously.

    "No!"

    When she was hungry, everything would be delicious, her attention waspletely caught by the food, and she couldn''t help swallowing again.

    This administrator was really a good man!

    Although he just punished her, but, but-

    "Okay, thanks."

    Chu Guang took the can back.

    "I just want to show it to you, don''t think too much about it."

    Ya Ya: "???"

    In the end, the yer ran out with tears in her eyes.

    Chu Guang, who was sitting on a chair and eating canned food, also felt that he might have been a little bit too much this time......................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 50: Hard-working Players

    How long does it take to pick 100kg of mushrooms?

    Chu Guang was actually not sure in his heart. Unless it was necessary, he normally wouldn''t choose fungi as food.

    Anyway, let''s focus on Ya Ya. When she walked out of the shelter with a downcast face and stepped on the open space in front of the nursing home, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.

    "This... Is the map updated?!"

    What appeared before her was a scene that she had never seen before!

    Now, there was a three-meter-high concrete wall around the nursing home with cement blocks and gravel g forming a slope on the inside of the concrete wall.

    The top of the wall had simple covers made of the hood removed from the waste car and the aluminum alloy strips picked up from the wastnd, looking quite cyberpunk.

    Not only the wall, but in front of the nursing home were two new structures, onerge and one small.

    There were wooden signs hanging on each door, one of them titled Weapon Shop and the other titled Bathhouse.

    She hadn''t been online for three days, but it felt like a century had passed.

    The changes in this version update were too big.

    Ya Ya looked dumbfounded.

    After a while, she found the gate. When she walked past the exit, she happened to see two yers standing next to it, using hammers and nails to fix the sharpened wooden stakes in a row.

    "What are you doing?" Ya Ya approached them and asked curiously.

    The two yers didn''t look up, still busy hammering the stakes energetically.

    I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "Making fences and obstacles. We got the mission from the woodworking cabin! But it only requires two people, so you''rete."

    Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot: "That''s right! Building obstacles will get 5 silver coins and 50 contribution points! If someone attacks, we can push the fence to the gate. Even if they break the wooden gate, we can still surround them with a fence, and then shoot them from far away! It''s very easy to use!"

    "By the way, do we have to make such aplicated fence? The mission board only says that we need toy two wooden stakes horizontally."

    "You don''t know shit! What I''m making is a wooden anti-tank barrage that is simr to the obstacles used in the Second World War! If conditions allow, we can wrap it with barbed wire in the future. Not to mention a few trash marauders, even the green-skinned muscr guys will be trapped inside and ughtered like chickens."

    "Keep bragging. It''s just a fence, do you really think that it would block tanks?"

    While talking, the two yers seemed to quarrel about the practicality of this fortification.

    Ya Ya waspletely confused.

    Silver coins?

    Is it the currency that was updated recently?

    ¡®What is the mission of the Woodworking Cabin? Didn''t we always check the missions on the stic board before?''

    Ya Ya thought in her heart.

    ¡®It seems that this update has changed quite a bit¡­''

    ¡®In any case, I have to quickly finish the punishment task and restore my citizenship; lest I won''t be able to experience this version before the nextes.''

    Thinking of this, Ya Ya decided to find a container for mushrooms first.

    However, just when she wanted to pick up a stic bucket, she found that the garbage piled in the nursing home had been collected and stored in a wooden shed.

    When she approached, she found a yer sitting at a wooden table. There was a notepad on the table with a pen beside it.

    Seeing Ya Yaing, the yer raised his eyes and said in surprise.

    "Huh? You''re alive?"

    Ya Ya was dazed.

    "You know me?"

    The yer said with a smile on his face.

    "Of course, how can I not recognize you? Since the beginning of the closed alpha, you''re the only yer who died."

    Ya Ya wanted to hit him so badly but felt that she might not be able to win the fight, so she gave him an angry look.

    "Go away, I want to get a bucket."

    "One small barrel costs one copper coin, while onerge barrel costs two copper coins."

    "Huh?" Ya Ya''s eyes widened in shock. "Do you want money for that rubbish?"

    Why doesn''t he rob a bank instead?

    "Miss, I didn''t make this rule. I just work here." The yer made a helpless expression and yed with the oily pen in his hand. "If you have anyments, go speak to the NPC."

    "But I just respawned, how can I have money?" Ya Ya didn''t know whether tough or cry. "Brother, can you just make an exception? I will return it as soon as I''m done with my mission?"

    "No, no, I''ll be punished if I don''t follow the rules." The yer''s head shook like a monkey drum, "Didn''t all the yers receive 5 copper coins in this update? It''s not expensive anyway, you can just buy one directly."

    Ya Ya was stunned.

    "Ah?! Receive money? Why didn''t I receive it?"

    The yer was obviously also confused, scratching the back of his head.

    "Uh¡­ Is it because of the favorability setting?" The yer thought of a possibility, "Did you offend the NPC?" The yer asked.

    Hearing about the dropped favorability, Ya Ya almost cried.

    ¡®Damn it!''

    ¡®I have already been punished, why do I have to lose my favorability?''

    At this moment, a voice came from behind.

    "I''ll pay for her."

    Ya Ya turned her head abruptly and saw a shorty holding a stack of thick animal skin coats walk to the warehouse table before cing the heavy goods on the wooden table.

    "Huff, huff... There are 2 in total, please check it."

    "Okay."

    The yer opened the notebook in his hand and wrote a line of words on it with the pen.

    [...On the day of..., "Tailor" Teng Tengpleted 2 hyena fur coats. ]

    After bing a tailor, as long as shepleted a certain number of orders every day, in addition to the guaranteed basic sry, she could get a reward of 2 silver coins for every finished coat.

    Of course, yers could also buy animal skins, fibers and other materials from the warehouse to make their own coats, and then sell them to other yers or warehouses.

    Equivalent to being self-employed.

    The profit of a coat made in this way ranged from about 1 to 5 silver coins. And if the quality was particrly good, when everyone had money, there may be yers who buy it for a big price.

    Teng Teng intended to wait for her skills to be more proficient, save some money to buy a piece ofnd, and open a clothing store at the front entrance of the nursing home.

    After all, it was more profitable to open a shop herself than to work for an NPC.

    "Teng Teng..."

    After recovering, Ya Ya grabbed Teng Teng''s arm with moved tears in her eyes.

    Unexpectedly, after she respawned, the only one who offered a helping hand was actually Teng Teng who had quarreled with her.

    Feeling embarrassed by her gaze, Teng Teng blushed and took back her hands.

    "... Don''t look at me that way, it''s just a copper coin, and it''s not much money. You can pay me back in the future!"

    "Sorry, I was wrong before, you are really a kind person!"

    "... Well, I didn''t keep that in mind. Anyway, please work hard. I have to leave now to make clothes."

    After leaving a copper coin on the table, Teng Teng held the animal skins piled up in wooden baskets and turned around to leave, but Ya Ya took it over and said enthusiastically.

    "Let me help you!"

    "No need, you can focus on doing your own thing. I can do this myself."

    Teng Teng felt very troubled and stretched out her hand to get the things back, but due to the height problem she couldn''t reach, and was dodged by Ya Ya nimbly.

    Raising the wooden basket in her hand, the enthusiastic Ya Ya said with a grin.

    "How can you do it! You''re so small, how can I let you take so many things? Where is your workstation? I''ll help you send it there."

    "..."

    Why does she talk like she deserves a punch in the face?

    Teng Teng''s face darkened, and her shoulders trembled lightly.

    Her fists became hard!

    ...

    Woodworking cabin.

    Brother Mosquito, who was sitting on the stool with a stalk of grass in his mouth, skillfully fixed the two pieces of wood with tools with both hands and sandwiched the aluminum alloy kes picked from the wastnd.

    After stringing a bowstring tanned from the tendons of the mutant hyena, a simple wooden bow waspleted.

    "Done."

    Another order waspleted, and 2 silver coins were received.

    Mosquito hung the wooden bow on a shelf aside, waiting for other yers to choose them.

    In fact, in a strict sense, these simple processes were far from enough to make a real hunting bow.

    Mosquito had heard that to make a good hunting bow, even the humidity of the wood used in the bow handle also had strict requirements.

    That being said, for yers who didn''t have guns, this thing was already pretty good. Within thirty steps, there was no problem killing a mutant hyena.

    Of course, the premise was that they were able to hit it.

    Anyway, Mosquito himself could not do it.

    "20 wooden bows. They''re required to be able to shoot through the skull of a mutant hyena within 20 meters... I''m afraid that this order will bepleted the day after tomorrow."

    Mosquito murmured and nced at the bottles and jars he had ced on the corner of the table.

    It contained the saltpetre he extracted from the soil. The bottle next to it was gypsum powder containing calcium sulfate, and the bucket of ck lumps under the shelf was charcoal.

    Originally, he nned to get the ck powder out first today, but the reward given by the administrator''s mission was really good.

    As long as he made 5 wooden bows a day, he would get a guaranteed sry, and could get amission of 2 silver coins for each wooden bow.

    "Forget it, let me make money first..."

    It was not good to always do chemical experiments in the woodworking cabin.

    He ns to save some money, buy a piece ofnd, buy some cement and bricks, build a small house, and sell the weapons he designed.

    This is not much more interesting than carpentry!

    At this time, the door of the woodworking cabin was pushed open, and Ample Time, who had bought a bow from him earlier, walked in with purposeful strides.

    "I need 20 more arrows!"

    "You ran out so soon?" Looking at Ample Time covered in blood, Mosquito was stunned and said, "Did you forget that those arrows can be recycled?"

    "I know, but are you sure those arrows can still be used?" Ample Time put the quiver on the table with a depressed look.

    In there, a pile of broken arrows fell out of the quiver.

    Sitting on the stool next to him, he sighed and thenined, "The quality of this thing is really bad!"

    Mosquito picked up the quiver, drew an arrow and took a look before he stroked his chin and said.

    "Mhm... After a rational analysis, I think it should be an advantage to be able to leave the arrow in the body of the prey. But it is indeed like you said, when hunting¡­ the loss is a bit high, I''ll think about how to improve it."

    These arrows are all made of sharpened metal sheets fixed to a wooden shaft with turpentine. The quality was really not good.

    "I''m counting on you!"

    "Don''t worry about it. It''s my job anyway."

    Mosquito counted 20 arrows from the shelf beside him and handed them to Ample Time''s hands.

    The price of 1 arrow was 2 copper coins, and 20 arrows were 4 silver. Ample Time took out 4 silver coins from his pocket without hesitation, and lined them up on the tablevishly.

    This was what he got in exchange for the prey he just brought.

    "Thanks brother."

    "You''re wee, I wish you a happy hunting." Mosquito smiled and waved at Ample Time, who walked out the door. "By the way, do you want to try my new weapon? I promise it''ll be very useful."

    Hearing this, Ample Time, who had just walked to the door, almost tripped over the door frame and fell.

    "Ahem, definitely next time!"

    He didn''t want to risk his life to test Mosquito''s weapon.

    Thinking of the "hell shower" designed by this guy before, Ample Time, who stood firmly on the door frame, didn''t even dare to look back, and walked away with a quiver.

    Mosquito touched his nose and looked puzzled.

    "Does it need such an exaggeration?"

    He originally nned to install a bay on his "Hellfire 0.1". ...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 51: Economic System of Wasteland Online

    The first day of theunch of the alpha 0.3 version.

    The test results of the new version were quite gratifying.

    First of all, through the appropriated divisions and cooperation of the yers, the wall around the outpost was finallypleted.

    These three-meter-high concrete fortifications not only bring a sense of security but also create possibilities for yers to y the game during night time.

    Before six o''clock in the evening, Chu Guang would take the yers back to the shelter to prevent them from being taken away by mutants for food.

    And now with the protection of the wall, as long as the yers were willing, it was possible to stay on the surface until the characters in the game started to get sleepy (The fatigue value is exhausted).

    Of course, for safety reasons, Chu Guang still prohibited yers from using facilities with open mes, such as st furnaces, at night.

    During the daytime, steel-making and cement-burning were fine. The woods would block out a lot of smoke and dust, and the firelight during the day was not so obvious. But at night, no one knew what would happen.

    The mutant human tribe on 76th Street was like a thorn stuck in the throat for the outpost. If this thorn was not pulled out, Chu Guang would not be able to feel relieved.

    In addition to the walls, weapon shops and bathhouses had also beenpleted one after another with the efforts of the yers. Although it was not very luxurious, it could already be used.

    Especially for the bathhouse with partitions, Chu Guang could not be more satisfied with it.

    Before, whether it was him or the yers, they had to go to theke to wash themselves. Now, with the bathhouse, the sanitation problem could be solved right there in the base.

    Of course, the wooden water tank on the top of the bathhouse could only store five cubic meters of water.

    At this time, it was necessary that someone manually transported the water from theke to the water tank for people to wash with, which was a bit troublesome.

    Therefore, the wise and great administrator was considering changing the bathhouse from a public welfare facility to a fee-charging facility, with a water fee of five copper coins per cubic meter of water. At the same time, he also thought about setting up an additional worker position who would be assigned to refill the water tank that was ced on top of the bathhouse.

    This was very reasonable.

    On the other hand, in addition to engineering, the yers'' performance in production, gathering, and hunting also exceeded Chu Guang''s expectations.

    The emergence of currency had greatly stimted yers'' enthusiasm for production (gaming).

    Just listening to the clinking sound of coins in the purse could dispel the fatigue and weakness of the limbs and would let them work harder in their posts with high morale.

    Among them, the best performance was still the Bull and Horse Squad.

    The four old yers were worthy of the title, "Professional yers". The quadrteral formation integrated reconnaissance, front tank, ADC, and support. The first time they cooperated, they had a brilliant achievement.

    By the end of the evening, they had hunted and killed a total of eight mutant hyenas and one mutant reindeer as they explored along the viaduct.

    The sale of the game was equivalent to fifty-five silver coins¡ªof which forty-three were from mutant hyenas and twelve were from the mutant reindeer.

    Although the meat harvesting rate of mutant hyenas and mutant reindeer was not high, usually only 40 percent of them, no more than 50 percent, Brother Scrambled Egg, who served as a temporary butcher, still obtained more than one hundred kilograms of hyena meat and more than one hundred kilograms of venison from these game.

    The meat would be dried and stored in warehouses. Before being made into dried meat, yers would also have the option to spend money to buy fresh raw meat for their own dinner.

    It was worth mentioning that, originally, everyone in the outposts would eat together, and Brother Scrambled Egg, the cook, would arrange meals two times a day.

    In the previous versions, what the yers would eat depended entirely on the chef''s mood and what games the administrator brought back that day.

    Now, it waspletely different.

    The granary of the base would be open to all yers, with each of the products priced at a reasonable and affordable rate. One silver coin could be exchanged for one kilogram of green wheat, or 300g of raw meat, or 200g of dried meat.

    What was the concept of a silver coin?

    ording to the rules designed by Chu Guang, one silver coin could be converted into ten copper coins, which was roughly the median of the yers'' hourly ie.

    In other words, most yers only needed to work hard for one to two hours or do some tasks patiently, then they would be able to buy rations to fill their stomachs.

    As for whether the yers directly ate the purchased food, or added condiments to cook green wheat porridge with, or join tables with other people to eat or even trade, they could decide for themselves.

    When Chu Guang designed this simple economic system before he had done some calctions.

    A mutant hyena of thirty kilograms could give him almost twelve kilograms of meat by removing the inedible internal organs and head.

    From purchasing game from the hunter at the basic price of five silver coins, then hiring a butcher for the average cost of two silver coins, to peeling the skin and sectioning the meat, the total cost would be no more than seven silver coins.

    Assuming that twelve kilograms of meat were harvested, based on the price of 300g of raw meat for one silver coin, twelve kilograms would be forty silver!

    The output value of forty silver coins, the production cost of seven silver coins, and the cirction cost could be ignored. Therefore, in this simple economic chain, a surplus value of thirty-three silver coins would be produced.

    This number was meaningless to yers, after all, they were ying games. But as an administrator, it was very significant for Chu Guang.

    As long as this economic chain of "from game to raw meat" could continue to operate, it would provide the granary at the outpost with "raw meat worth thirty-three silver coins" and "furs worth a few silver coins," every time it ran.

    Of course, it was impossible for yers to consume all the raw meat; even if they took out all the money in their pockets, buying all the things they produced was out of the question.

    Therefore, in addition to a small part of the meat purchased by the yers with the silver coins he issued, more raw meat would be left as "raw materials" into the new economic chain and stored in the granary in the form of air-dried meat, as the grain reserves of the shelter.

    In addition to the industry of "from game to dried meat", cutting trees, picking up garbage, producing cement, moving bricks, gathering, and fishing were basically having a simr economic model.

    Through the two levers of price and mission reward, he could easily adjust the inventory of various materials and the focus of the yers'' work at the current stage.

    For example, now that the wall had been built, the base''s demand for stering and moving bricks had declined. Instead, there was a need for more food and weapons to feed and arm more yers.

    Therefore, Chu Guang would appropriately lower the price of weapons in the Woodworking Cabin, stimting yers to buy or rent weapons, upgrade their equipment, and increase the purchase price of the games at the same time, urging capable yers to use the purchased weapons to hunt and improve their proficiency.

    In this way, the yers would get rich, be well-equipped, and umtebat experience. And Chu Guang would not only obtain arge amount of food reserves but also a batch of troops with abundant military force.

    It was a win-win situation!

    Those few coins were like catalysts. They clearly didn''t create any value, but they revitalized the economy of the entire outpost.

    Chu Guang felt like a genius.

    The only minor problem that arose was that no one was cooking today.

    Brother Scrambled Egg hadn''t saved enough money, so he was unable to open a restaurant yet.

    In order to save money, almost everyone went to the warehouse for subsistence. They used one silver coin to buy a kilogram of shofar potatoes. There were teams whose members would rent a cauldron so they could cook together. When they were done, they would lend it to the next person.

    It didn''t matter even if it was not cooked, this thing could be eaten raw anyway. It was just a matter of hygiene and taste.

    It seemed that for a moment, everyone who had a goal to strive for suddenly stopped paying attention to whether the food was good or not and started to y the game in difficult mode. They only had one requirement and that was to not be hungry.

    But Ya Ya was different.

    Others were chewing potatoes happily, but she couldn''t even afford them.

    The administrator forgot to give her the beginner''s gift, and she was toote to find a teammate. She was sitting in the corner with a grieving expression, gnawing on the sour berries and mushrooms.

    In the end, Teng Teng couldn''t stand it anymore and walked over and gave her half a bowl of shofar potatoes.

    Looking at Ya Ya who was wolfing down the potato, Teng Teng couldn''t bear to taunt her, and said with a sigh,

    "From tomorrow on, you have to work hard to make money. I can''t keep feeding you."

    Ya Ya was so moved that she hugged Teng Teng.

    "Teng Teng, are you an angel?"

    Looking at Ya Ya with tears in her eyes, Teng Teng, whose blushing face was being squished by her, exhaled and got out from under her arm.

    "...What stupid thing are you talking about."

    Then the sky gradually darkened.

    Chu Guang strolling in the base was patrolling his territory checking the situation of the yers.

    Although most yers wanted to stay a little longer, it would be dawn in reality after another two hours, and they would go to work after getting up.

    Chu Guang also thought that it was gettingte, and was about to call them to assemble, when they heard a knock on the base''s northern gate.

    A group of yers looked at the gate, and Chu Guang''s right hand subconsciously held the pistol in his pocket, only to quickly release it again.

    He confirmed through the yer list that the person outside should be Mr. Garbage.

    Looking at the two yers closest to him, Chu Guang ordered.

    "Ample Time, Old White, go open the gate."

    "Yes!"

    Ample Time and Old White trot forward, lifted thetch that was stuck on the door, and together they pulled the wooden gate open.

    Seeing Mr. Garbageing in through the crack of the gate, Ample Time and Old White were startled.

    "Holy shit."

    "Brother, what happened?!"

    ''Blood!''

    ''All over!''

    Although some of the wounds had healed, more were bites and gunshot wounds visible to the naked eye.

    Seeing Mr. Garbage''s appearance, Chu Guang frowned slightly. He had already guessed what had happened to this guy.

    Fortunately, if the opponent regarded it as a mutant and not the delicious type, it was unlikely for them to pursue it.

    Regardless of the injury on his body, Mr. Garbage walked quickly to the front of the administrator and gasped.

    "Marauder''s camp! It''s about two kilometers north of the abandoned construction site, and about three to four kilometers away from us! There is a tire factory!"

    Night Ten couldn''t help asking, "You had a fight with them?"

    "No, no, I swear I really didn''t provoke them!"

    Mr. Garbage hurriedly waved his hand to rify. After taking a peek at the administrator, he continued, "I was nning to retreat at the time, but I just ran into their patrol team... I thought there were only three people."

    Night Ten: "Then you had a fight with them?"

    Mr. Garbage looked embarrassed and looked away.

    "Uh... They spotted me, I had no choice."

    It looked like this guy should have lost the fight.

    But it was not surprising. The three-person patrol team should also have a dog. Probably the bite mark on its body was left by it.

    Although this guy had an absolute advantage in panel data, he may not be able to get any benefits when he fought against a veteran marauder.

    It was lucky that he was able to run back.

    "Is it the tire factory in the north? Okay," Chu Guang nodded while looking at Mr. Garbage, then continued, "You go back to the culture chamber and rest first."

    The culture chamber had the function of elerating the repair of tissue cells for the clones synthesized by itself, plus with Mr. Garbage''s own physical attributes, it should not take long to heal.

    "Yes, Master Administrator." After that, Mr. Garbage wagged his tail and limped towards the nursing home.

    Along the way, many yers noticed his situation and whispered quietly.

    "This guy was hurt so badly!"

    "I heard that a Marauder camp was discovered."

    "Marauder camp?! Is it a new expansion? Or a dungeon?!"

    "Awesome!"

    "Damn, I have to put together money to buy a gun!"

    "Sigh, should I buy thend first or the gun first?"

    "Don''t be silly, let''s move bricks to make money first."

    Obviously, these yers did not realize the severity of the problem but were rather discussing it with excitement.

    This was understandable.

    After all, this was a game for them.

    Only Chu Guang, who was an administrator, had a hint of urgency in his eyebrows.

    To the north was the marauder camp, to the east was the den of mutant humans, to the west was Linghuke, and to the south was the area where the survivors of Bett Street and Brown Farm stayed.

    The location of the outpost was indeed not very good, and the development space was limited.

    "Whether it''s marauders or mutant humans."

    "If you want to open up the situation, I can only fight with them..."

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang knew what he should add to the game in the next expansion....................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 52: You really Understand How to Play This Game

    Seven o''clock.

    As yers went offline one after another, the official website gradually became lively.

    Twelve hours have passed since the Alpha 0.3 version went live. Whether it was the prospective yers who had already applied but had not qualified or yers who had not even applied, both were waiting for the first-hand information of the new version.

    Chu Guang sent the meal to Xia Yan then hummed a little song back to theputer and sat down, opened the forum and started to watch the screen.

    The first post was Mr. Garbage''s.

    [Finally confirmed today! The tire factory three kilometers north of the abandoned construction site is a marauder camp! The poption there is probably between 50 and 100! I wanted to take one back, but they had more people. Fortunately, those people were obviously scared of me. I knocked out the dog that was biting my arm and ran away while they were reloading. ]

    [Damn, the dog almost bit my tail off! The marauder I encountered this time is far more fierce thanst time! ]

    Chu Guang: "..."

    ¡®What is written in this post is different from what I heard half an hour ago.''

    Didn''t Chu Guang remember this guy saying that he didn''t take the initiative to provoke those marauders? That the injury was due to a collision with Marauder''s patrol when he returned?

    However, ording to the statement in the post, it seemed like he had taken the initiative to catch a prisoner.

    This yer wasn''t honest.

    Chu Guang thought for a while, then shook his head.

    Forget it, it didn''t matter.

    The first posts usually wouldn''t contain a lot of information.

    Regarding Mr. Garbage''s marauder camp, the veterans in the forum had heard him brag about it for three full days. But in the end, after squatting for three days, he ran away.

    Everyone expressed their refusal to ept it in the replies.

    Quit_smoking: [What the hell do you mean between 50 and 100? How many are there! You are even worse than the teletubbies as a scout. ]

    Irene: [I already took off my pants, but you ran away. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: [Trash, it''s just less than a hundred, why did you run away? Don''t you know how to kite? You just need to kill one at a time, and then you will be able to kill all of them after a few repetitions. Bah, what am I talking about, this game doesn''t exist at all!]

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: [Positions! Noob! ]

    Sisi: [You have a special ss, but you can''t even defeat a jungle monster, shame on you. You should let me y it! ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [? ? ? Kite my ass! Damn it! What kind of jungle monsters know to tactically outnk and even release dogs! ]

    Quit_smoking: [Just give me your ess permission and I''ll show it to you. ]

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: [You think I''m a fool! ]

    The post waspletely derailed, and it turned into Brother Lizard arguing with other people. It was just like when Ya Ya died and went to the forum to beg for forgiveness.

    However, no matter how he described the situation at the time, he couldn''t change the fact that he wasbeled as a noob in the hearts of other yers.

    Perhaps, only when the camera function was released in the future, would he be able to prove that he was not a noob.

    Chu Guang knew thebat effectiveness of those marauders very well.

    These people may not have strong equipment and had poor physical fitness and discipline like goblins in fantasy worlds, but they almost maxed out their street fighting talent.

    After all, since the first year of the Wastnd Era, these people have never stopped fighting. Predatory genes have long been integrated into their blood and bone, and have been passed on for countless generations.

    After appreciating the beautiful profanity in Mr. Garbage''s post, Chu Guang closed the post and continued to browse around the forum.

    It has been a while since the yers went offline, and a lot of high-quality content has begun to emerge.

    What surprised Chu Guang most was that many new faces he met for the first time emerged in these high-quality contents.

    For example, an ID called "The_Escaping_Mole".

    Chu Guang took a look at his profile. He was a neer to the game in Alpha 0.2 version.

    It could be judged from his message history that he found the official website of Wastnd Online through the link shared by his friends because of the urban legend circting in the stand-alone gamingmunity.

    In one sentence, it was also a guy who was more idle at night.

    "Mole Express: Hardcore Observations on the New Version! Non-testing yers and newbies, please don''t click!"

    "Hello everyone, I am your big-nosed mole. After I went online today, I found a big update in the game. The development team finally fulfilled one of the promises they made. I really love the new version! Good!"

    "Let''s start with the conclusion: the newly designed economic system is awesome! Although there are only a few simple supply chains at present, some details are enough to see the ambition of the development team! They are indeed ying a long game!"

    "But I won''t talk about nonsense here, just briefly talk about my findings, which may bring you some help!"

    "There are currently two low-threshold and high-return ways to make money recognized in the game; one is to produce cement, and the other is to hunt. The former has stable ie and can be operated by a single person, but you need to be fast because there are not many people needed every day. Thetter''s ie is unstable with a demand on equipment, and it is almost impossible to do it alone. If you want to take the hunter route, it is best to form a team with a perception type yer!"

    "There is no technical content in producing cement, only the hunter gamey is discussed here!"

    "A mutated hyena weighing 30 kilograms can be sold directly to the granary for 5 silver coins, and 12 kilograms of raw meat can be obtained after some time ughtering. If obtained, then it would be worth 40 silver coins in an instant. Isn''t it amazing?"

    "Of course, what I''m talking about here is just value! Value! This is the most important."

    "The granary at the outpost does not ept raw meat, only unprocessed prey and dried meat that can be directly preserved. And like other games, there is a price difference in NPC shops, such as dried meat. It takes 5 silver coins to buy a kilogram, but if you recycle it, you will only be given 1 silver coin per kilogram. However, five times the price difference is really ridiculous!"

    "If you sell the dried meat that you made from the prey you caught yourself to NPCs, you might earn some money, but if you buy raw meat from the NPC shop and smoke it yourself, you might even lose money!"

    "But it''s actually not that bad. I''ve seen even worse practices in other games. This is nothing. Especially for online games, where things bought with 1,000 game currency that can only be sold for 1 game currency are almost themon practice. The genius of this game designer is that it uses the difference between buying and selling goods in the NPC shop to encourage yers to trade, rather than buying inventory from the NPC."

    "Here is a small idea. The hunting team can find one or two yers to cooperate to ughter the prey and make it into dried meat and fur."

    "Part of the dried meat can be sold to yers at a price lower than that of the granary. One kilogram can be split into ten. You can get 1-9 silver coins depending on what price you sell it on ording to yourself and other yers'' wallets. It doesn''t matter if you can''t sell it out. If you sell it to the granary before dark, you can still make money."

    "This operation will take more time, but the theoretical ie of a mutant hyena can at least double. Isn''t it great?"

    "Moreover, ording to my research, trading is actually also a gamey, but at present, it is difficult to operate and unprofitable. It takes 5 silver coins to buy a kilogram of bacon at the NPC store, and shipping it to Brown Farm can exchange 5 kilograms of grain (in theory). Thetter is only worth 5 silver coins when it is transported back to the outpost! And this is the price of the NPC shop! The price will be lower if it is sold to NPCs or yers. It will only bankrupt you."

    "Considering that the name of the current expansion is ¡®Winter is Coming'', it is estimated that the testing focus of the development team is not on the trading system. I am very much looking forward to the next version where the development team can focus on the development of the trading system."

    "An economic system with no exports but domestic sales is iplete. Isn''t it more interesting to bnce the rtionship between production and import and export through tariffs and prices? Please consider it! Development team! Of course, only if the server CPU allows it."

    Chu Guang finished reading the post and hit the like button, but did notment.

    The idea is good, but it is of little significance at this stage.

    Keyboard economists often fall into the misunderstanding of idealists. Excessive grand narratives actually would not help solve the current problems.

    From the perspective of the game designer and yers, this rich game yability opinion is really good.

    But from the perspective of the shelter 404 administrator, it''s a different story.

    For Chu Guang, everything in the shelter, even the yers'' bodies, is his. Why should he let them do business with his neighbors using his things?

    Unless they could do better than him.

    But this was obviously impossible.

    Even Chu Guang himself was often alienated and suspected by some scavengers on Bett Street because of his ent, and because of hisck of understanding of the market and rules, even if he had previous life sales experience, he couldn''t use it at all.

    This was a wastnd.

    A dystopian made of a collection of scum and viins.

    Compared to a well-behaved banker or economist, a scammer who sells bad financial derivatives would live longer in this world.

    If he let the yers go to do business with these rich natives, not to mention whether 1% of their eloquence could be used normally, even if they are used, it was better to bring more guns over to negotiate.

    Chu Guang suddenly understood the old leech on Bett Street¡ªoh no, the old mayor.

    This guy is really not a good thing. He was already ugly enough, and the fact that the exploitation of ordinary people is only for his own pleasure and that he has no long-term n for the future of Bett Street only makes him look worse.

    But if the scavengers could deal with merchants themselves, those poor people would be ripped off even more.

    This is not just a question of ignorance.

    Only those who are naive to a certain level would think that the merchants from Boulder City would be more merciful than the rich natives in the outskirts.

    It''s likeparing bats and leeches at which sucks blood better.

    "It is meaningless to encourage yers to trade with indigenous forces. Everyrge transaction involving exports must be conducted under supervision, such as the establishment of a fixed caravan, the nning of routes and types of transactions, and the prices of listedmodities. The yers are the guards for transportation, and the NPC is responsible for trading¡­ This can also take care of the less hardcore yers and simplify the transaction process."

    "But tariffs are indeed a good idea, this can be implemented! In the future, ording to actual needs, I can consider allowing outside NPCs to directly participate in the yers'' market¡­ under the premise that they can only barter or use shelter currency."

    ¡®And when it is under the supervision...''

    "Free trade?"

    "Ha ha."

    "When I need them to fight, I will naturally tell them with whom to trade freely."

    In addition to the guide posts posted by "The_Escaping_Mole", there were also civil engineering yers exchanging house building skills, and metallurgical engineering yers discussing how to use limited materials to efficiently make steel.

    Some people even shared the link to Reddit and otakutrantion blog, changing messaging services to continue the chat. This unexpectedly attracted a lot of new traffic to the website.

    The urban legend about "thepletely immersive virtual reality online game" was showing signs of continuous spread. Although the vast majority of people regard it as some kind of text based game, there are also a small number of people who take it seriously and click the apply button with a half-joking mentality.

    The number of applications is growing steadily.

    What surprised Chu Guang was that There_will_be_ample_time, who is usually the most popr and "understands him best", did not share his game experience on the forum this time.

    While Chu Guang was browsing in the forum, the Bull and Horse Club group was also very lively.

    Although Brother Light hasn''t shown up these days, the topics in the group basically revolve around Wastnd Online.

    At least in the morning.

    Old White: "Ample Time, did you read a post on the official website? It''s the one written by Big-nosed Mole."

    Gale: "It''s called The_Escaping_Mole."

    Old White: "That''s not important!"

    Ample Time: "I saw it. The method proposed in that post is a bit interesting, but there isn''t much point."

    Old White: "Huh? I think it''s great! Selling a prey directly to an NPC will earn 5 silver, and finding someone to ughter and dry it will at least double its value."

    Ample Time: "Hehe, theory is theory, but he ignores the existence of contribution points."

    Night Ten: "What do you mean?"

    Ample Time: "You can understand the contribution points as your credit score."

    Gale: "Jesus, your analogy is incredible..."

    Ample Time: "Now, among all the yers, except for the few of us who have upgraded to citizens, it is estimated that only the carpenter Mosquito and the tailor Teng Teng can barely earn 2000 points. In other words, except for our six people, everyone else needs to earn contribution points and be citizens first, then make moneyter."

    Only a citizen could buynd.

    Even a fool could tell that the sooner you buy thend, the better area you will get.

    Ample Time: "Think about this problem clearly, and then analyze the others. Of these six people, who do you think is more suitable to be a butcher? Do you have experience as one?"

    Old White: "Uh, this is indeed a problem."

    Night Ten: "No, I just want to ask, is it difficult to cut meat?"

    Gale: "... No one who has been to the supermarket to buy meat would ask such a question."

    Ample Time: "Night Ten is still a student and has no real life experience. Anyway, the method mentioned in that post is not feasible at present. To do that, we need to find a salesman and a butcher. In this way, after splitting the profit six ways, we will not necessarily earn more."

    "Actually, I have already calcted it, I just didn''t say it. When that Tomato_scrambled_eggs bes a citizen, we can try to talk to him about cooperation, although I don''t think there is much hope."

    Night Ten: "Why?"

    Ample Time: "Are you stupid? Why would he want to cooperate with us? He can open a restaurant and sell meat just by himself. He doesn''t need anyone''s help."

    Old White: "Damn, based on what you said, it seems that butcher and chef are very lucrative sses in this game?"

    Ample Time: "I can only say that it is at this stage, and it may not necessarily be the case in the future."

    Ample Time: "Our first priority is to level up, and then to increase proficiency. In any open world game, life sses are rtively easy to make money at the beginning, but in the middle andte stages, the first echelon will always be those who are truly strong!"

    Gale: "You really understand how to y this game¡­ I have been unable to figure out why you don''t want to be a professional yer."

    Ample Time: "I didn''t have a chance before, but now, hehe, I feel that my chance hase."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Boss! I bow down to you!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Me too!"

    Ample Time: "Yes, haha! We are all in the same group. From now on, our guild will be called Bull and Horse Club!"

    Old White: "Ahem, can we change to a different name?"

    Night Ten: "Change it? Why? This is such a nice name. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Ample Time: "Changing the name or not is not important. But I have to say something. Your contribution should be almost enough, but Mr. Garbage has been wandering in the jungle for the past few days, so he probably needs to farm a little. Your first priority now is to be a citizen, and once you be a citizen, your next goal is to save money. Let''s save money as a team and then build a house directly in front of the resurrection point. The first floor of the house will be the shops along the street, and the second and third floors will be divided into arge standard room for one person."

    Old White: "In the future, that will be our guild stronghold! (Excited)"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Old brother''s n is really steady!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "I can''t wait to buy thend!"

    Quit_smoking: "Fuck! I really want to y!!! T . T"

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 Chapter 53: Think of It as a Benefit to the Players

    "Huh? 30 reward points?"

    The yers have been a bit hard-workingtely.

    Before going to bed, Chu Guang opened the Administrator Allowance to take a look. Suddenly, he noticed that his reward points had already reached 30 points. Without any hesitation, he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box, and the other 10 to the primary blind box.

    However, the rewards offered were not ideal.

    At least not what he wanted.

    "A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice¡­ Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening syringe was obtained."

    "At least give me a therapeutic syringe."

    Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

    It''s notpletely useless.

    It''s just average.

    For the ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the useful ones are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a bag of 500g salt.

    But this bag of salt is a bit interesting.

    "... A single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity by 1-5% and metabolism by 1-5%, good god, is this a legendary item?"

    What happens if I take in a whole bag?

    The idea of stacking buffs just appeared in Chu Guang''s mind before he realized how stupid this idea was.

    Imagine swallowing the whole bag of salt. This was just a terrible idea.

    "Maybe I should put it on the shelf tomorrow."

    500g can be split into five 100g independent small packages. Selling a pack at 3-5 silver coins is not too much, right?

    To be honest, it really isn''t much. After all, it is refined salt that does not contain sulfur, sulfate ions, and organic impurities. Not to mention that it also gave buffs.

    I''ll just treat this as part of the yers'' welfare.

    The soy sauce is not easily divisible, and the 100ml sealed container itself is umon in the wastnd, so I will just price it at 20 silver coins and put it on the shelf.

    Anyway, if not for a chef who ns to open a restaurant, it is estimated that no yer will buy this thing.

    "That''s it, time to go to bed... Little Seven, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."

    Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, turned on the signal light.

    "Okay, Master."

    Chu Guang fell asleep soon.

    However, Xia Yan, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn''t sleep at all.

    But it wasn''t because of someone''s loud snoring, the soundproofing effect of this room was quite good, and basically, nothing could be heard when the door was closed.

    What really made her toss and turn was that tomorrow would be her first day of official employment.

    Is this "weapon shop proprietress" really a serious job?

    In the past few days, Chu Guang treated her "very well" every day. It always made her feel unsafe.

    After all, generally speaking, the food of captives was usually a nutrient cream with not much nutrition or simply wood chips mixed with bark, while sometimes it may be something else.

    Not to mention meat and porridge, it would already be considered lucky if the captive could get normal food.

    However, after these two days, she felt that she was about to gain weight...

    After thinking about it for a long time, it was easy to get sleepy, and Xia Yan, who was holding the script of lines, fell asleep without knowing it. When she was woken up from her daze, it was already eight o''clock in the morning.

    "Get up."

    Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed her eyes, about to stand up from the ground while leaning on the wall, only to find two walking sticks in front of her.

    "This is... for me?"

    Chu Guang was speechless.

    "Other than you, who else needs these here."

    In the future, if he had conditions, he would give her a bionic prosthesis. After all, she indeed looked very pitiful at the moment.

    "..."

    This guy!

    Why are his words so anger-provoking!?

    Xia Yan gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground, struggling, with crutches between her arms.

    Standing on the side and watching herplete the whole set of actions alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.

    "Not bad, it looks like it suits you."

    Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.

    "Whatever you say¡­ I''m your captive anyway, even if you want me¡ª"

    "Okay, stop talking," Chu Guang didn''t want to understand this woman''s unrealistic imagination. He interrupted her without hesitation, coughed, and continued, "I will arrange work for you in a while. Now, follow me outside first."

    Thest time Xia Yan breathed the outside air was three days ago.

    She followed Chu Guang to the elevator and went directly to the surface.

    Seeing the sunlight shining in front of the nursing home, Xia Yan subconsciously raised her left arm, which was holding the crutch, to shield her eyes. Her slender eyshes narrowed, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling.

    "You built the outside wall?"

    Chu Guang said casually. "What do you think?"

    Xia Yan curled her lips.

    "Nothing remarkable. It can be used against a few marauders. But if a mutantes, they can jump over it easily, let alone a tide or the like."

    Hearing words that he had never heard before, Chu Guang nced at her.

    "Tide?"

    Xia Yan said in a casual tone.

    "It happens very often along the third-ring line, but you probably won''t feel it here. Crunchers in groups would migrate from the second-ring line to the third-ring line, and there are many creepers in them¡ªeven the mutants that are stronger than creepers¡­ Just based on my words, you will never be able to truly understand it."

    Due to the huge volume of Boulder City, as long as there are mutants migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass through this survivor fortress.

    The war between humans and mutants is naturally inevitable.

    Although Xia Yan''s mercenary team is only a small team, it has also participated in several tasks to deal with the tide.

    When acting with arge force, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for this kind of task is generally very good.

    In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big figures in the city will often spend a lot of money to hire them, and will not hesitate to provide them with ammunition.

    All they need to do is pull the trigger and hold the gun stocks with their shoulders.

    Many poor people living in slums took the mercenary path of no return during the tide.

    "Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I''ve only seen crunchers a few times... They seem to be scared of light?"

    That was when he first came to the wastnd.

    He almost died...

    Xia Yan nodded.

    "Yes, though it''s not just light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, mice, and other mutants too. They are not popr amongst mutants. When other mutant creatures are extremely hungry, they will treat them as prey... So these guys often crowd in the subway or in the sewer."

    "Generally speaking, when you see one, it is equivalent to seeing a group. It is still very dangerous to run into them in a narrow ce."

    After silently noting down these clues, Chu Guang decided to update the term "tide" in the database on the official website.

    But now, it was not the time to do this.

    "... From now on, this house will be your workshop. In the future, if conditions permit, I will find someone to build a new one for you."

    "Anyway, just make do with it first."

    Bringing Xia Yan to the door of the weapon store, Chu Guang hung the wooden sign ced at the door on the hook beside the door frame for her.

    "I''ve engraved the price on the wooden sign and taught you the corresponding dialogues. If you have any questions, you can find Little Seven... But it is on the third floor and it is not easy for you to go up. My yers are all very friendly. If you don''t understand what they are saying, just stare at them nkly."

    For an introverted otaku who is not good at socializing, being stared at nkly is enough to be lethal.

    "yer?"

    Because Chu Guang spoke this word in Chinese, Xia Yan did not understand what the word meant.

    "It means ''shelter residents''," Chu Guang exined casually, "you don''t need to remember their names or understand the meaning of the word deeply, just call them this way."

    Even if that''s the case, it''s still not very polite to call a shelter resident by "shelter resident" right?...

    But since Chu Guang has said so, Xia Yan had no other opinion.

    Her identity is just a ve, and having a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.

    "Remember, every item sold requires an ount, and I will check the ount book and inventory every day. However, even the cheapest iron-barreled rifle also costs hundreds of silver coins, so the ''yers'' cannot afford it temporarily. Therefore, your job shouldn''t be too busy. In your spare time, help me repair that assault rifle and help me make some bullets and weapons within your ability."

    Xia Yan nced at the empty workshop. Except for a table and a chair, there was only a wooden board with nails left in it.

    Some low-quality iron-pipe weapons were hung on the nails, and as if he was afraid that she would forget the price, a wooden tag with the price was hung underneath.

    With a dull gaze, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn''t help asking.

    "Are you asking me to fix your gun with my fingernail?"

    Chu Guang: "Can it be done?"

    Xia Yan: "How can it be done! Even if you don''t have an electricthe, you should at least have a workbench that can be operated manually, right?!"

    There are often mercenaries who use DIY weapons and cannot find the bullets and essories they need on the store shelves. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized workshops that make machine parts or precision instruments, rent a workbench there, and process what they need.

    Because of poverty, Xia Yan has made weapons and bullets by herself before. Although she couldn''t afford the high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools, it was not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric mechanical tools, and it would not cost too much time.

    But the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination.

    Let alone electric mechanical tools, there was no electricity and not even a single machine. Not to mention various types of tools, there weren''t even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling tools.

    How was she going to make a weapon with nothing!

    Chu Guang didn''t care about herint, and continued lightly.

    "Just tell me what you need, don''t let me guess."

    "Now, I want you to make a list and write down the things you need. It''s best to simply draw what they look like. If I can''t find them, I will ask the yers to find them for you as much as possible. If we can''t find them, I''ll find a way to buy them... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don''t want to be scammed."

    Xia Yan: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling cutters, as well as pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I also need a... Forget it, I will draw it down."

    "It''s best to have a picture. You can draw as much detail as possible, maybe my yers can make it out."

    Chu Guang took out paper, pen, and a wooden ruler, and handed them to Xia Yan.

    After Xia Yan took it, she frowned for a while before she started to draw on the paper with the help of her memory.

    Chu Guang did not rush her.

    It is not easy to draw these things for others to understand, especially for an unprofessional mercenary.

    But doesn''t everything start from the first time?

    After Xia Yan finished drawing, Chu Guang took the drawing and added two lines of words, then went to the warehouse and found the yer who was sitting at the wooden table on duty.

    Passing the paper in his hand to him, Chu Guang said concisely.

    "I need the things on this paper."

    "If someonees here to sell something, you can tell them for me, and let them pay attention when picking up waste."

    "When you are free, please copy this drawing, help me draw a few more, and paste it at the gate. Oh, and send one to the steel-making st furnace, by the way."

    The warehouse manager''s job also served as the publisher of collection and production missions. After all, it is too troublesome to give missions one by one.

    The yer took a look at the paper, and his eyes were wide open in an instant.

    [Mission: Forge or collect a turning tool (with photos)]

    [Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contribution points]

    10 silver coins!

    Holy shit!

    It is equivalent to the sry of making a day''s worth of cement!

    If this can be picked up, wouldn''t it be a fortune?!

    There seems to be more than one mission, the missions being simr to the other as eachmissioned various types of tools such as boring tools, milling tools, and so on.

    Regardless of how jealous the yer sitting in the warehouse clerk''s position was, Chu Guang turned around and left after giving the mission to the yer.

    Although the mission says forging or collecting, he honestly didn''t have much hope for yers to pick up such a good thing from the wastnd.

    Not to mention that it is now the 211th year of the Wastnd Era. Society before the outbreak of the nuclear war did not necessarily use this "primitive" processing tool. Maybe people have already poprized more advanced production methods.

    For example, 3D printing and the like.

    Although the technology of the 21st-century earth is still immature, who can be sure about what kind of technology woulde out in the future?

    What Chu Guang really expects is that his lovely yers can solve this problem with limited tools and materials.

    For example, the brothers who often exchange metallurgical technological knowledge on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of test yers, and the fourth batch has added a few more.

    Amongst those keyboard professors, he believed that there must be one or two people who can really solve the problem....................................................................................................................................

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    The performance of the yers did not disappoint Chu Guang.

    It took only two days for the two yers of metallurgy to create the tools needed for the "proprietress of the weapon shop".

    Incidentally, the st furnace was even improved, which ingeniously solved the air bubbles in the primitive steelmaking castings.

    The finished casting included a boring tool, a turning tool, and a milling tool.

    Although they were all castings, the strength was still very reliable. If it was well maintained, it would be no problem to use them for a few months.

    In addition, there is a set of double-rail threaded calipers modified with screws, steel bars, and scrap gears. One side of the caliper is connected with a winch with a drive shaft and a grip.

    This thing can convert torque into horizontal thrust through gears. Every time the winch rotates one scale, it can push the holder on the caliper horizontally by one millimeter.

    Although this thing is not as efficient as an electric machinery, in millimeter-level precision control processes, it could still be used.

    The only thing that made Chu Guang want toin are the IDs of the two brothers whopleted thesemissions.

    One is called [Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot] and the other is [I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom].

    What kind of names are those...

    In short, ording to the mission at the warehouse, the two got a huge sum of 80 silver coins, with the average being 40 coins per person.

    ording to the two''s n, they aim to farm a one-week contribution first and strive to save 2000 points as soon as possible, so that they can buy a piece ofnd in front of the nursing home.

    The rewards of making tools gave them a taste of hope.

    They n to open a workshop at that time, specializing in metallurgy and forging.

    "... Are these tools enough?" At the door of the weapon shop, Chu Guang ced the wooden basket with metal tools on the table in front of Xia Yan.

    Xia Yan nced at the tool in the basket, then reluctantly nodded.

    "It''s okay. With these tools, at least there''s no problem making bullets. If I can get seamless steel pipes, I can help you make some simple iron-barreled rifles... Did you buy these?"

    "The yers made it."

    "Made it?" Xia Yan nced at Chu Guang in surprise, "I didn''t expect your people to have this craft."

    Chu Guang said with a smile.

    "How does itpare to Boulder City?"

    "Boulder City is huge, depending on whom youpare with."

    Xia Yan installed the threaded caliper on the wooden table and continued faintly.

    "Not everyone is poor like us, there are also regr militias armed to the teeth. They have powered exoframes, dual-engine aircraft, neural-ess drones, half-track support vehicles, and things that I don''t even know the name of."

    "Oh? They are that strong?" Chu Guang said with a smile, "Then why didn''t I see theming here?"

    "Who knows, maybe they aren¡®t interested. There is nothing good in the outskirts."

    Xia Yan answered vaguely.

    In fact, she didn''t finish her sentence. Although the militias in Boulder City did have some good things, it was obvious that not all the militias were armed to the teeth.

    For example, exoframes, which she had learned were only in the double digits in the entire militia, were mostly inferior products copied after the war, with both their power source and weapons rtively backward.

    Only a few of them are pre-war equipment that has not broken down. The power source is a He3 cold fusion battery that they couldn''t reproduce.

    As for drones, aircrafts, support vehicles and the like that sound scary, in fact, were much more effective in deterrence than actualbat.

    This applied especially for closebat, since cannon fodder is always the most cost-effective choice. In the slums of Boulder City, it only takes 13 years to go from a baby to a soldier. The "maintenance cost" is nothing more than a nutritional cream that can be made using cockroaches, spiders, and mice.

    Although Chu Guang has always believed only half of what this woman said, these interesting settings can be added to the official website database.

    Both the closed alpha testers and future yers would definitely like it.

    ...

    At dusk.

    The yers returned to the outpost one after another.

    Chu Guang noticed that in the open space in front of the north gate of the outpost, several yers had already set up a stall.

    And one of the most popr stalls was actually Ya Ya''s.

    "Mushrooms, fresh mushrooms, don''t miss Ya Ya''s delicious mushrooms."

    "After a day''s hard work, don''t you want to reward yourself with a pot of delicious mushroom soup?"

    "It''s really delicious!"

    Unable to get a mission from the NPC and too embarrassed to ask other yers to feed her every day, Ya Ya could only choose to set up a stall.

    Except for the mushrooms used toplete the punishment task, she left herself about 10kg of mushrooms, and with the mentality of giving it a try, she set up a stall and began to sell it.

    The passing yers quickly gathered around.

    "Can you really eat this mushroom?"

    "Has it been cooked?"

    "Are those mushrooms male or female?"

    "Can people with sensitive skin eat it?"

    "Can you get high after eating this?"

    "You can eat it, you can get hi- ah, no, you won''t get high! If you don''t believe me I can show it to you!" Ya Ya picked up the mushroom and stuffed it into her mouth, gnawing on the spot, bouncing on the spot to indicate that she is still alive.

    Seeing that the stall owner had eaten it herself, the yers surrounding the stall did not hesitate anymore and took out the copper coins in their hands.

    Just like Ya Ya said, a kilo of mushrooms is not expensive, it only sells for 3 copper coins, which is much cheaper than the food sold in the granary.

    The new version of the game has been released for two days, so most yers can afford it.

    "One kilo for me please. I will try some mushroom porridge today."

    "Roasted mushrooms sound good, too."

    "Boss, one kilo for me as well, but I will return it if it doesn''t taste good."

    "It''s a shame that you can''t get high. If you have some shrooms next time, please let me know. I want to see Klee call me hubby."

    "FBI, Open Up!"

    In less than five minutes, the 10 kilos of mushrooms piled on the stall were all sold out.

    Looking at the sixty small copper pieces in her hand, Ya Ya''s eyes almost teared up.

    This, is this is the feeling of being rich?!

    It''s really not easy!

    Although¡­¡­

    In fact, it is only 6 silver coins.

    On the other hand, when the yers who bought the mushrooms passed by the weapon shop, they suddenly found that the wooden table in front of the weapon shop proprietress had some tools that they hadn''t seen before.

    As they all know, the designs of Wastnd Online are quite detailed, and sharp-eyed yers have recognized that the things on the table are tools for processing equipment.

    In other words...

    In the future, they can refine their materials or let the NPC help them to upgrade their equipment!

    "Are you Kiri from Empyrean?"

    "Proprietress, are you married?"

    "Are you stupid, she is the mercenary that the administrator rescued before! Did you forget that?"

    "I know, but if you take it seriously, then you will be the foolish one."

    Xia Yan looked at the surrounding yers with a dazed expression.

    Although she didn''t understand what they were talking about, she still remembered what Chu Guang said to her. She looked at them with a cool expression, and read her lines word by word.

    "Hello, I am Xia Yan from the weapon shop, how can I help you?"

    "This NPC doesn''t look very smart."

    "This is normal, it''s already not bad that such arge server can bepatible with one or two smart NPCs!"

    "5mm groove-less iron barrel rifle, quality [inferior quality]... Damn, 100 silver coins for inferior quality! Such a rip off."

    "Sigh, I can''t afford it."

    "Wuwu, she is really Kiri from Empyrean, I can feel the aura of wealth from the price list."

    Xia Yan: "..."

    These people are so annoying, why do they talk so much?

    Do they want to buy it or not!

    However, Xia Yan is a little relieved that these people are indeed very friendly, as Chu Guang said.

    Although it''s not polite to stare at people, at least they won''t do irrational things just because she ignored them.

    In Taverns in Boulder City.

    Ny-nine percent of fights are caused by A ignoring B or A staring at B.

    ...

    After the yers went offline, there was an extra post on the official website of Wastnd Online, and the poprity of the post quickly rose to the first hot post of the day.

    [Mole''s Daily: Shelter No. 404 wees NPC No. 2! A weapon shop proprietress - Xia Yan! ]

    The_Escaping_Mole: [Hello everyone, I am a red-nosed mole who fled from the canyon. There is not enoughnd in the manor, so I decided to hide in the wastnd for a while.]

    [Now back to the main subject, let''s talk about the newly added NPC Xia Yan today! ]

    [This NPC was actually added yesterday, but it was probably during the debugging stage yesterday, because although she was sitting at the table, there was a closed sign at her shop. Today, not only was the sign taken off, but there were also guns hung on the shelves and an extra set of tools on Proprietress Xia''s desk! I boldly specte that this will be our Kiri in the future. I don''t know when the iron barrel rifle with + 14 dmg will be released. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)]

    [In addition, I''ve attached my rough drawing for reference only, please don''t curse if you don''t like it. ]

    [Proprietress_Xia.png]

    Although Wastnd Online did not support in-game screenshots, it did not prevent yers from drawing the characters in the game with their hands.

    For example, Brother Mole was actually very good at drawing, and his drawing was actually very life-like.

    Old White: "Damn, your drawing is very good!"

    Night Ten: "It''s life-like!"

    Teng_teng: "Instant like! Sister Mole, you are so awesome! (Cute emoji) (Cute emoji)"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Hey hey, actually, I used to study fine art, but after I failed the final exam, I switched careers. Here is a little suggestion for the dev. You can add a cyberpunk-style zigzag studded belt and goggles to the new NPC. Change her clothes to jeans and white shirts, and red hair will be even cooler! Of course, it''s just a suggestion."

    Quit_smoking: "Boss, can you draw Boss Dawn too! I am more interested in him! (Tears)"

    That_touch_of_longing: "Yes, yes, no one wants to see the NPC in the weapon shop, I want to see what the administrator boss looks like! This official website doesn''t even have a single concept art!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "One minute, I''ll draw it now. But what''s so interesting about male NPCs?"

    Irene: "No rush, I will be online tomorrow night anyway. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Quit_smoking: "&%@#!"

    The discussion of Today''s official website waspletely focused on Xia Yan. Chu Guang nced at the picture drawn by Brother Mole, and then at Xia Yan, who was sitting in the corner memorizing lines.

    It''s quite simr.

    But would she really look better if a belt and goggles were added?

    Chu Guang didn''t know.

    Noting Chu Guang''s gaze, Xia Yan flinched back nervously.

    "What are you looking at..."

    "Nothing, just thinking about how many days you haven''t changed your clothes."

    Chu Guang looked at her right leg. The injury there was almost healed, but the blood on the trousers still remained, which looked somewhat unhygienic.

    ¡®Change, change clothes?''

    Xia Yan became even more nervous, her face turned pale, and then red, and repeatedly changed back and forth.

    "Rx, I just want to ask about your size¡­ tsk," Chu Guang shook his head halfway through, "Forget it."

    It''s really inappropriate to ask this himself.

    He will probably give Teng Teng a task tomorrow and ask her to measure it....................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 55: Hunters and Hunters

    Early the next morning.

    In the tailor''s shop, Teng Teng, who had just started work, peeled off a piece of paper from the wooden board.

    "Mission¡­ make a dress for the proprietress of the weapon shop, reward five to ten silver coins?" After seeing the order from the beginning to the end, Teng Teng''s eyes gradually brightened.

    In just one second, a set of perfect designs formed in her mind.

    "Okay, leave it to me!"

    Shoving the note into her pocket, she immediately walked towards the weapon shop excitedly.

    Meanwhile, inside the shelter.

    Chu Guang was standing in the resident hall, facing twenty new yers who had just crawled out of the culture chamber and reading the lines he spent a huge effort topile.

    It may be because the wait was too long, or it may be because there was one more female yer this time thanst time, this batch of neers was far more honest than the previous batch of yers, at least no one did anything that would make people want to bleach their eyes after seeing it...

    It seemed that a series of operations such as gradually increasing the threshold of application, appropriate hunger marketing, increasing the cost of waiting time, screening high-quality yers and so on were somewhat useful.

    Of course, it may also be because the game was too realistic and yers couldn''t get the second ount. Thinking that Devs may be "observing" their in-game behaviors "secretly", everyone still had to be obedient.

    After Little Seven exined the gamey to those new yers, Chu Guang took them to the elevator leading to the surface and drove them out of the shelter like driving a swarm of ducks out of a cage.

    Standing on the ground in front of the nursing home, these newbies felt the immersive shock for the first time.

    "Holy shit, holy shit!"

    "This¡ªthis is the world of Wastnd Online?!"

    "The sunlight on my face feels exactly like the real world, and the wind is kissing my cheek. It''s like a dream here! No, it''s a dream!"

    "The technology of this game is too advanced!"

    "Holy shit. This game is already this great, but they still don''t want to release it? What the heck is the publishingpany thinking?"

    "This is fucking awesome!"

    The reactions of all new yers just entering the game seemed to be the same.

    Chu Guang could understand this state.

    From the moment they received the helmet, the seemingly interesting online joke turned into something that could really exist. After counting down the most difficult 72 hours in tossing and turning, and when the second pair of eyes was opened, all their expectations became reality.

    It felt like being born again.

    The impact at this moment could not be summed up in two words¡ªfreaking awesome.

    Stepping on the soil of the exotic world, sniffing the fragrance of the dust, chasing the butterflies in the grass, embarking on an adventure with an unknown future... How many gamers dreamt of this?

    Let alone the yers, Chu Guang himself has had such a daydream more than once, hoping that one day he would be able to step on the soil of the virtual world.

    It was a pity that...

    Knowing all the truth, he was destined to not be able to enjoy the game like them. Perhaps for himself, the untouchable reality was the virtual world.

    "Go, warriors."

    "Change this declining world!"

    "Use your hands."

    With emotion in his heart, Chu Guang added three lines on the spot.

    He did not stay there. Instead, he gave the time to the yers themselves, took Little Seven to the third floor, and ced it in front of the window with the best view¡­ This was the first-ss seat overlooking all the yers.

    At this time, the open space in front of the nursing home.

    Before the neers, who had just stepped into the game world, had time to breathe the air on the wastnd, they were surrounded by the old yers who had arrived on the surface earlier.

    "Are there any brothers with special talents? Please raise your hand¡­ What? You have? What kind of talent is it? What the hell is calm and collected? Why does it sound so useless."

    "Is there any newbie of strength type? Let''s level up the attributes together! It will be fun!"

    "Boss, I am a strength type, how should I y this game?"

    Seeing that there were newbies finally responding to him, the old yer was overjoyed.

    "Are you a strength type? What''s your name?"

    "Construction_site_boy_and_bricks."

    "Dman, brother, it looks like you''ve already figured out what this game is all about! Listen to my words, strength type yers have to chop more trees, move more bricks. Just roll up your sleeves and do it. Once you cut down a hundred trees, you will go straight to LV1! 7~ 8 points of strength will make you invincible in the wastnd, and when you meet mutants, you can kill with an ax!"

    "Then, what if you run into a gunner?"

    "Just do it!"

    "???"

    Standing in front of the windows on the third floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang looked down and observed the yers downstairs for a while.

    Seeing that the neers, under the leadership of the old yers, gradually mastered the tricks of ying this game, he nodded in satisfaction.

    ''Very good.''

    ''Very reliable.''

    These closed alpha yers really did not disappoint him.

    The only thing that made Chu Guang feel a little bit of pity was that although this group of neers was very obedient, there didn''t seem to be an easter egg left by the first administrator.

    However, there were two special talents that interested him.

    One is "calm and collected", which increases the basic resistance to negative mental states such as "fear" and "despair" by 50 percent, and can remove the negative effects from the spiritual level more quickly.

    On the surface, this talent seemed useless, but only those who have experienced actualbat know how important this quality was inbat.

    Another talent is "Thermal Vision". The yer with this talent was called [Rich_elve_king], an agile type yer.

    Just looking at the description of the talent, it was simply an incredible night battle talent! In a focused state, if the talent was actively triggered, the retina would be more sensitive to infrared light.

    The specific performance was that the heat source in the dark could be seen within a certain range!

    Of course, this talent was basically useless in detecting "cold-blooded animals".

    Chu Guang silently wrote down this [Rich_elve_king]¡ªif there was a need for night battles in the future, he would put this guy on.

    In addition, there were several strange talents.

    For example, the "Temperature Intuition" that can sense the temperature of the heat source without contact, the "nt Whisperer" who can see the growth state of nts, and the "Insect Hunter" who can smell the pheromone released by insects, and so on.

    These talents were of little practical significance but if they were used in production and exploration, they could still y a role.

    Chu Guang believed that there should be no need for him to exin the talent for them, these yers could delve into the most suitable gamey by themselves.

    ...

    Apartment area in the north of Wend Park.

    A team of four was carefully approaching the prey.

    The terrain in the city was veryplicated. From the ruins of the ruined tower greenhouse, it can be seen that people in the pre-war society should have a very good life.

    Gale: "People in the pre-war era really knew how to enjoy their lives... The residents living in themunity actually nted fruits and vegetables inside the residential tower. This was not only their vegetable field but also a garden."

    Old White: "But who maintained it?"

    "The people who managed the properties probably, and they could also be outsourced to specializedpanies. This kind of ecologicalmunity is quite interesting. The designer who designed this game is really a genius." Gale gave a very high evaluation. This design was quite interesting."You better focus on our prey, I feel we are very close to it."

    Night Ten focused his five senses around him. From the flowing scent, he seemed to have heard the heartbeat of the prey... one strong and one weak.

    ''Wait, two?''

    "Ahead of us."

    Ample Time had already spotted the reindeer that fell to the ground with an arrow stuck in its body, but when he was about to move forward, he suddenly found another arrow stuck in the neck of the prey.

    ''Another arrow?''

    He was stunned.

    Just then, he met the gaze of the young man directly opposite.

    The two of them were taken aback for a moment, and the next second they moved their hands unanimously, drew their bows, and aimed their arrows at each other.

    "Who are you?"

    "NPC?"

    The two shouted to each other for a while, but they couldn''t understand what the other was saying.

    Gale and Old White reacted quickly. After discovering the situation of Ample Time, they quickly outnked from the sides and walked around to the side of the young man.

    The young man moved back nervously, leaning against the concrete wall, protecting his back.

    Ample Time could feel the murderous aura emanating from the cold arrow tip, but he was not afraid and approached step by step.

    After all, he would miss the shot if he was far away.

    "Don''te here."

    "Drop your weapons, you are surrounded."

    ''What is this person talking about?''

    ''Are they marauders?!''

    Watching the three approaching him and thinking of how the people caught by the marauder died, the young man gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and let go of the bowstring.

    Whoosh¡ª

    The arrow piercing the air gave a sound like that of a gust of wind.

    Ample Time subconsciously turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the arrow that flew past his cheeks, the feathers almost scratching the tip of his nose.

    If he didn''t dodge this, he would return to the fountain directly!

    "Get him!"

    Ample Time threw away the bow immediately, pulled out the steel bar, and rushed towards the young man with Old White and Gale.

    The young man drew the short knife from his waist, his face was determined, ready to fight to the death.

    However, at this moment, a pebble flew in¡ªhitting his forehead, knocking him unconscious and into a trance.

    "Now!"

    Night Ten holding a slingshot shouted, and the three immediately got even closer, knocked away the short knife in the young man''s hand with a stick, and pushed him to the ground.

    "Quick!"

    The young man roared and struggled as hard as he could but it was Old White who caught him after all.

    The strength of the tech macho is no joke.

    "Stop struggling! Damn it, this guy is quite strong! Ample Time, what are we doing now?"

    Looking at the young man struggling on the ground and right after tying him up, Old White asked Ample Time who was next to him.

    In Wastnd Online, killing NPCs or monsters would not give experiences. The experience of gic sequence was naturally increased in battle or exercise.

    And the experience of capturing and killing was the same.

    Gale checked the young man''s package and found that apart from a pie, there were only a few arrows and an exquisitely crafted knife.

    Shaking his head, he stood up and said,

    "No loot drop."

    Looking at the young man who was lying on the ground ring at him, Ample Time was lost in thought.

    "I can''t guess what he is talking about."

    "Anyway, tie him up first and take him back to exchange him for money."...................................................................................................................................

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    Living captives can be exchanged for 5 silver coins.

    Dead ones are only worth 5 copper.

    The four of them worked together, tied the young man uppletely, threw him on the cart hidden in the corner, and dragged the cart back to the base.

    "Blue clothes! Are you from a shelter?!"

    No one responded to him.

    With a horrified expression on his face, the young man watched himself being moved past the concrete wall and sent to the side of the granary.

    The cart stopped.

    Ample Time and Old White lifted the reindeer together and threw it on the table in front of Brother Scrambled Egg.

    "Brother, check how much it is."

    "Twelve silver."

    After counting the coins and then pping them on the table, Brother Scrambled Egg drew out the machete and started to chop arge piece of meat.

    The muffled chopping sound terrified the young man.

    I''ve never heard that people in blue clothes eat humans!

    "Administrator? You just came here just in time, we were just about to bring him to you!"

    "Where did you find him?"

    "I ran into him while hunting. This guy shot me with an arrow, but missed."

    "I see."

    Counting five silver coins from his pocket and handing them to Ample Time, Chu Guang signaled him to untie the prisoner on the cart.

    Although Ample Time didn''t think it was safe to do this, he wasn''t very worried after seeing the administrator''s strength. He walked in the direction of the cart with Gale.

    Hearing the approaching footsteps, the young man struggled more intensely. But when he saw the person next to them clearly, he was stunned.

    "Chu Guang?"

    He spoke in thenguage of this world.

    "Mhm, it''s me."

    Chu Guang smiled and reached out to him to give him a hand.

    "I''m sorry that they did this to you."

    It was not a stranger who was captured by Ample Time as a prisoner. It was Yu Hu, the second child of the Yu family that lived opposite him at Bett Street.

    Yu Hu stretched his reddish wrist, nced nervously at the blue coats around him, and asked in a low voice.

    "Are they all your people?"

    Having not seen Chu Guang for a while, he thought this stranger was already dead outside, but he didn''t expect to meet him again here. Yesterday, he was still persuading his little sister to stop guarding the shack for this outsider; there was already dust building up on his door at Bett street...

    "Yes, they are mypanions."

    "What are they doing around here?"

    "Eating popcorn."

    "Popcorn? What is that?"

    "It''s not important, you can just ignore them. Speaking of which, why are you here? Where are your father and big brother?"

    Chu Guang remembered that whether they were scavenging waste or hunting, they all acted in groups.

    Yu Hu''s expression darkened, and he spoke in a low voice.

    "During the hunt a few days ago, my father was injured by a marauder''s gun. My eldest brother was bitten by a hyena raised by the marauder trying to save my father. After we managed to escape, my father survived, but my elder brother had a leg injury. He has been badly infected, and is still running a high fever even now. He couldn''t even get up from the bed¡­ Winter ising, but I don''t know if he can survive it."

    Hyenas, vultures and jackals, were the three wastnd animals that were not picky on what they could eat.

    This was especially true concerning the mostmon hyena in Qingquan City. When it couldn''t find its prey, it would often eat carrion. When they were extremely hungry, they would even attack Crunchers, so their fangs were usually full of bacteria.

    If one was bitten by a mutant hyena, it was easy to get infected if the wound was not treated in time, and may even threaten one''s life in serious cases.

    After listening to Yu Hu''s words, Chu Guang frowned.

    The Yu family didn''t treat him badly when he just came to Bett street. Although they did not take special care of him, their youngest daughter always helped him look after his house and prevented the Wang family from stealing his house.

    "Bring your eldest brother to me, maybe I can heal him."

    Yu Hu was dazed.

    "Really?!"

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "Mhm, go, bring him here."

    Yu Hu looked moved and suddenly lowered his head.

    "Sorry, you are so kind, but we were always worried that you were a bad person before."

    Chu Guang said tolerantly.

    "It''s okay, it''s natural to be vignt."

    He wasn''t a good person in the first ce.

    "Hmm, there''s something... I have to apologize to you."

    "What is it?"

    Yu Hu blushed and hesitated for a long time, scratching the back of his head and said.

    "You once nted the shofar potatoes before your house... I didn''t think it would grow, so I dug them up and ate them."

    "..."

    What!

    It turns out that it was you who stole it!

    But anyway, it was just a piece of potato. It was not a big deal.

    Chu Guang said, "It''s okay, maybe there was a problem with the method."

    Yu Hu nodded immediately.

    "Mhm Mhm, you really won''t be able to grow something like that! After I dug them out, two pieces of them were already rotten. If you want to grow shofar potatoes, cutting them into pieces is not enough. You have to let it germinate first, and one piece has to have at least two buds. Then, you need to smear the incision with nt ash before nting it. After that, it will mature in a month or two!"

    Chu Guang looked at him in surprise: "You know how to grow them?"

    The young man smiled honestly and scratched the back of his head.

    "This is nothing, everyone knows a little bit about nting. However, it is usually my mother, sister-inw, and Xiaoyu who grow them at the door of our house."

    Chu Guang happily replied, "Okay, when the spring starts next year, I will find something for you to do. Let''s leave it aside for now, go back and bring your elder brother here."

    Hearing what Chu Guang said, the young man remembered that his elder brother was still lying on the bed sick, so he nodded and said quickly.

    "Okay, I''m going now."

    ...

    The Wend Park was about three kilometers away from Bett Street. After exiting the park, there were concrete ruins and green nts scattered among the ruins. If one wanted to avoid the more dangerous areas, one had to take at least two kilometers worth of detours.

    However, Yu Hu actually came back with his elder brother on his back in less than two hours.

    Chu Guang asked Teng Teng to bring a piece of fur and put it on the wooden table and asked Yu Hu to put his elder brother Yu Xiong on it.

    This strong man''s face was extremely pale at the moment. It looked like he was dying.

    Most of the scavengers on Bett Street were malnourished. Coupled with theck of effective medical conditions, it was fortunate enough that they didn''t contract any diseases. But if they did, and if their immunity system couldn''t handle it, most of them would die in the end.

    Chu Guang nced at the man''s wound briefly and initially judged that it was a bacterial infection based on the color of the suppurative wound, so he took the antibiotic he had receivedst time and gave his wound a simple treatment.

    "Is it useful to use nt ash?" Yu Hu asked nervously.

    "Depending on the situation, the high-temperature calcined nt ash is fine."

    Calcined nt ash primarily contains potassium salt, and it is alkaline, which has a good bactericidal effect.

    Although its effect was a little worse than that of alcohol, it was good as a substitute when there was no high-purity alcohol, especially in the wild.

    Of course, this refers to the nt ash calcined at high temperatures.

    If it was regr nt ash, who knows whether it carried tetanus bacillus¡ªit might even directly send people to heaven if used.

    About five minutes passed.

    Yu Xiong''splexion obviously improved a lot; his frowning eyebrows smoothed out, and he also stopped sweating.

    Chu Guang noted it all down silently.

    It is not bad for pre-war technology, the efficacy of this antibiotic is indeed good.

    Yu Hu next to him was relieved. Seeing that his elder brother''s condition improved, he held his elder brother''s hand excitedly with tears in his eyes.

    "Elder Brother! How are you feeling now?"

    "Xiao Hu? Where is this..." Noting Chu Guang standing next to him, Yu Xiong, who woke up in a daze, had a look of surprise on his pale face.

    "...Chu Guang?"

    "It''s me."

    "You are not¡­¡­"

    "Still alive, but probably won''t go back."

    Yu Xiong was dazed. Looking at the people in blue clothes around him, he understood the situation, and a smile appeared on his face.

    "Congrattions, it looks like you have found yourpanions."

    "Mhm, I just found them recently," Chu Guang said with a faint smile, "Thank you for looking after me before."

    "Don''t say that; we didn''t do anything, but you saved my life... That capsule, it should be very expensive, right?" Yu Xiong said apologetically.

    This kind of pill that felt like stic was a good thing that Boulder City has. He had only heard of it before, but had never seen it before.

    In fact, even in Boulder City, it was not something that everyone could afford.

    "Don''t worry, it''s nothing. I''ll give you another er. If you feel feverish, you can take it. If you don''t feel feverish, you can save it for the future."

    When others treat him well, even if it was simply a piece of pie, Chu Guang would remember it.

    Besides, though the pill was precious to them, to Chu Guang it was just a reward for drawing a blind box.

    Hearing that Chu Guang wanted to give him medicine again, Yu Xiong shook his head and said.

    "You saved my life, how can I ept such a valuable thing?"

    Chu Guang didn''t want to dwell on this issue, so he stuffed the aluminum foil that had been divided into small pieces into his brother''s hands.

    "Keep it for your brother. If he has a fever again, ask him to take it. Don''t make my efforts to save your brother go to waste."

    Yu Hu hesitated, but nced at the injury on his elder brother''s leg, he finally nodded.

    "Thank you¡­ I will definitely repay you! When I take my eldest brother back, I wille to work for you every day!"

    "No need. You are now the backbone of your family. You are the only one who can hunt. If you work for me, who will feed your family? If you really want to repay me, try to survive this winter, and then we will discuss something next spring."

    Seeing that Chu Guang insisted on dying the matter, the two of them did not refuse anymore, but their eyes were filled with gratitude, saying that when this winter passed, they would definitelye to repay him.

    Old White, who was watching the plot on the side, pulled Ample Time and asked in a low voice.

    "What are they talking about?"

    Ample Time stroked his chin and thought for a second.

    "I don''t know either, but I can roughly guess it."

    Night Ten urged on the side.

    "Tell me."

    "Okay, then I''ll just roughly exin my guess, though it''s not necessarily true... The aboriginal young man went out hunting in order to feed his family, but was captured by us. The administrator recognized him and asked him to bring his family member who was seriously ill. They were cured with the shelter''s medicine, and then the indigenous people were very moved, saying that we are their friends and will probably establish diplomatic rtions with us next."

    Old White was stunned.

    "How will they establish diplomatic rtions?"

    Before Ample Time could speak, Night Ten patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile on his face.

    "You are really stupid, how do the indigenous people establish diplomatic rtions? Of course through marriage! The chief will marry his daughter into our shelter. That''s how people usually do it."

    "Damn... then doesn''t it mean that our administrator needs to sacrifice a lot?!"

    Gale coughed slightly.

    "Don''t listen to Night Ten''s nonsense, although this possibility cannot be ruled out, I am more optimistic about him forming a couple with the weapon shop proprietress."

    Ample Time nodded.

    "I can always reach a consensus with Gale. You two should reflect on why your thinking is not always the same as normal people''s."

    Teng Teng''s eyes sparkled, and she whispered excitedly.

    "Why does he have to form a couple with the proprietress? Can''t it be with the young man who wants to repay him?"

    "Ha! You have exposed yourself. You fushoji!"

    "Is this game serious? Is it really serious?"

    "..."

    Chu Guang couldn''t listen anymore, and walked away pretending that he didn''t hear anything.

    Speaking of...

    The current version of tailor''s ie seemed to be a bit high?

    In the next version, it should be nerfed....................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 57: The First Snowflake on the Wasteland

    The antibiotics produced by the shelter had a really good effect. Not long after taking the pill, the eldest son of the Yu family not only stopped having a fever, but even the swelling of his leg was reduced. He even came down to the ground and limped for two steps.

    The two brothers from the Yu family were grateful for Chu Guang and vowed to repay his kindness in the future. And seeing that it was gettingte, the younger brother said goodbye to Chu Guang and walked towards the door with his elder brother.

    When passing by Ample Time, Yu Hu stopped, took out a finely crafted knife from his backpack, which did not look like a knife made in this era, and handed it to Ample Time.

    This was a good thing he picked up when he was picking up waste.

    Then Yu Hu said in a deep voice that was different from his looks.

    "You are strong and can dodge my arrows. But if it''s one-on-one, I won''t lose."

    "Keep this knife for me, don''t lose it. In theing year, we will have a fair fight again. If I win, I will take it back."

    Ample Time didn''t understand what he was talking about, but he figured out that the young man probably wanted to give the knife to him.

    ''Is this thanking me for saving his rtive indirectly?''

    Ample Time pointed at the knife, then pointed at himself, seeing the NPC nodding, he happily took it.

    "There''s really no need for you to do this!"

    Yu Hu also didn''t understand what he was talking about, but when he saw that he took the knife, he bobbed his head in recognition and helped his brother away.

    Watching the two disappear behind the gate of the base outpost, Ample Time yed with the knife in his hand, suddenly looked at Gale beside him, and said with emotion,

    "This game is too detailed. Look at the expression of that NPC. Every frame is so detailed! I just can''t praise enough how good it is."

    Gale: "...Do you understand what he said?"

    Ample Time shook his head.

    "No, it doesn''t matter."

    Night Ten leaned in and said with a smile,

    "Maybe he wants to marry one of his sisters to you, and this knife is a token of marriage contract."

    "Scram!"

    ...

    Helped his elder brother out of the base.

    Yu Hu looked back at the wall behind him and said,

    "Brother, I told you he''s not an ordinary person. At that time, I persuaded you and Dad to marry Xiaoyu to him. You disagreed, now you must regret it, right?"

    Yu Xiong was in aplicated mood and sighed.

    "Why would I regret it? He is our benefactor, so don''t think about these unrealistic things... Also, I didn''t disagree with it, I just didn''t say anything about it, dad also didn''t oppose it."

    Yu Hu frowned.

    "Why didn''t it work out?"

    Yu Xiong stretched out his hand weakly and rubbed the head of his foolish brother.

    "You are too optimistic. Have you ever thought that he wants it or not? Have you seen the girls in the group of people next to him just now... Which one of them is not better than our Xiaoyu?"

    Upon hearing this, Yu Hu became very defensive.

    "But they are not our little sister. Moreover, Xiaoyu was also very cute when she was a kid. She''s just a little bit skinny now, but what does it matter? When we go back, let''s coax her to eat more meat. I will give her my share too. Once she gains enough weight, she will not be worse than them."

    Yu Xiong almost burst outughing. He nced at him.

    "Why are you in such a hurry to find a man for our little sister?"

    Yu Hu smiled foolishly, but what he said next wasn''t foolish at all, "Whether I''m in a hurry or not, our younger sister will be old enough to get married next year. ording to the rules on Bett street, she will be counted as a single household at that time. If you look at our harvest this year, we can barely manage to meet the requirements, so how can we afford to pay for one more household next year?"

    ording to Bett Street''s regtions, once a kid reached 16 years of age, they would be counted as one single household. During the mobilization order every fall, no matter whether they were married or not, they should prepare enough material to hand in.

    This was like a kind of "poll tax".

    It would be fine for boys. Generally, they could go out hunting and scavenging with their elders from the age of 13 or 14, and could be qualified scavengers or hunters in two or three years, which was considered abor force. If it was a girl, it would be more difficult in these troubled times. Few could make a living by themselves at this age, so they tend to get married early.

    The reason why Xiaoyu would stay at home carefree up to now was mainly because her father could still work, her sister-inw hadn''t had a child yet, and her second brother had not yet got a family. The three men could barely support this big family.

    But once Yu Hu got married, or Yu Xiong had a kid, even if they didn''t want to, they had to find a man for Xiaoyu.

    Survival is often a heavy topic.

    "...She will marry someone eventually. So it''s better to find a good family for her earlier, lest she would live a hard life with us."

    Yu Xiong nced at the sky and squinted.

    "The third son of the Wang family is also old enough now, and their family is also pretty good. It just so happens that his youngest daughter can also be your wife."

    Yu Hu shook his head quickly.

    "That won''t work. I don''t like Wang Defu. He pushed Xiaoyust time! If Xiaoyu marries him, he will definitely beat her at home."

    "The Li Family..."

    "Uh, is it appropriate? Our mom came from the Link family."

    There were only a hundred households on Bett Street. So there weren''t many choices.

    Yu Xiong was speechless when he was rebutted and only gave his younger brother a meaningful look.

    "Then you have to think about it carefully. If she marries anyone outside, you will have to find a wife yourself?"

    "It''s okay. Are you worried that I won''t be able to get a wife?"

    Yu Hu smiled, and after a while, he muttered again.

    "I just don''t want you to worry about this for me all the time! I can find one by myself... I don''t want to sell my little sister."

    ...

    At dusk, it was gettingte.

    The yers who went out returned to the outpost one after another.

    Just like yesterday, many yers set up stalls in the open space inside the north gate of the outpost, shouting the stuff they were selling, and the noise of bargaining was endless, and it was like a bazaar.

    "Raw meat! Fresh squirrel meat, whether you want to fry it, roast it, or boil it, it will always be delicious! One for one silver coin. The price is affordable and the quality is great!"

    "Who would buy it! How much meat would a squirrel even have!"

    "There is a lot of meat. A mutant squirrel weighs 2 kilograms! If you go to the granary to buy meat, you can only buy 0.24kg for one silver coin. Think about it!"

    "I don''t have money."

    "No money then get out of my sight!"

    "..."

    "Mutated hyena''s teeth! You can make essories with it! Each one is only one copper coin. There are only ten pieces in stock! If you want to buy them, buy them as soon as possible!"

    "Who would use this thing to make essories? It''s so ugly!"

    "You are so dumb. What if there''s an essory system in the future? The price of essories that can provide buff will definitely increase a lot!"

    "Really?"

    "Really! Believe me!"

    "Then... give me two."

    "Okay, here you go."

    In addition to yers who were selling hunting materials, there was also trash picked up from the wastnd.

    Although it was now year 211 of the Wastnd Era, if they searched carefully, one could asionally find some good things that had not been taken away in time.

    Especially in some locked doors and cabs, or buried under the ruins.

    Some alloy products with a good anti-oxidation effect could be an excellent weapon after a little modification. For example, Chu Guang saw that a fire ax with the anti-rust paint still intact was marked with a price of seven silver coins.

    It was really worth the price.

    But not many people could afford it.

    "Does anyone want gold? I found a gold chain when I searched the townhouses! It''s only three silver coins, it can''t be cheaper!"

    "It''s too expensive. You can buy a lot of food for three silver coins! But what''s the use of this gold chain? I can''t make a weapon with it or spend it!"

    "Give me one. Fuck it, I can''t afford it in reality, at least I want to have some satisfaction in the game."

    "... Sigh. What a prodigal! If we don''tplete the initial umtion of capital now, how can we rank among the first echelon in the future?"

    "Brother, don''t get addicted. This is just a game!"

    The most popr stall was still Ya Ya.

    Every time, after she performed the unique skill of eating big mushrooms, the yers would apud.

    Of course these yers also wouldn''t just watch, and the mushrooms in front of the booth were quickly sold out.

    Yesterday, it was still three copper coins for 600g of mushroom. But today it rose to four copper coins, but yers were stilling to buy it.

    In addition, she also used the picked berries to make a bottle of Ya Ya secret jam, which was priced at only one silver coin.

    However, it was a pity that no one seemed to want to buy this bottle of jam.

    After all, it was green, which looked so disgusting.

    Then there was Xia Yan''s weapon shop. Although all the weapons on the shelf were priced at hundreds of silver coins, this did not stop everyone froming to see the proprietress.

    "Proprietress, can you say that you are Kiri from Empyrean? Just say it, please!"

    "The proprietress is too cold. She ignores us! It must be because we are too poor! Damn it, why is this game so real?"

    "Have you noticed? The expression in her eyes looking at the administrator is obviously different!"

    "Does this NPC already fall in love with our administrator?"

    "Fall in love with my ass, the handsome Brother Dawn is obviously my husband, no one is allowed to snatch him away from me!"

    "Are you daydreaming? What''s your favorability level now? You just came online a few days ago, but you are already thinking about starting a rtionship with NPCs?"

    "What do you think the NPCs will do after we go offline?"

    "...Wait for us to go online?"

    "Psycho!"

    Coincidentally, someone else was also thinking the same.

    Although Xia Yan didn''t understand what these yers were saying, she was thinking of this sentence at this moment.

    "This group of psychos..."

    Muttering something in her mouth, she nced at the direction of the nursing home and then at Chu Guang.

    ''So hungry.''

    ''When can I go back to the shelter?''

    ''I wonder if there will be dessert tonight too.''

    ''That chocte, it''s quite delicious¡­''

    ...

    Perhaps because there were twenty neers, today''s market was more lively than yesterday.

    Standing in front of the nursing home, Chu Guang couldn''t help but start to imagine how lively it would be when all 100 yers gathered here.

    "Life has started to get better." As Chu Guang thought about this, his face showed a contented smile.

    He was happier than anyone.

    After all, this was a game for yers, but for him, it may be the second half of his life from now on.

    At this time, a slight coolness suddenly touched the bridge of his straight nose.

    Chu Guang raised his head and saw a small piece of silver falling lightly.

    Reaching out and touching the tip of his nose, he wiped off the cold water. Chu Guang stared at his fingertips and mumbled thoughtfully.

    "...Snow? Or hail?"

    The temperature has not yet reached zero degrees.

    To be precise, it should be between ten degrees and fifteen degrees.

    There were no cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, or even thicker clouds, and sunlight was faintly visible from the horizon.

    Preliminary spection was that it was probably the strong cold air passing through the border,ing in contact with the hot and humid updraft, and condensing at low altitude to form ice crystals... He was thinking nonsense.

    This was probably not snow, nor hail but rather like some unique climate on the wastnd.

    But in any case, this was not a good sign.

    Chu Guang sighed softly in his heart after flicking the water droplets from his fingertips.

    "...It seems that Old Charlie is right."

    "This winter will arrive earlier than previous years."

    ''Food.''

    ''Fuel.''

    ''Materials and weapons.''

    ''Ugh!''

    There are so many things to consider.

    However, human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

    He could vaguely hear the yers'' "heartless" cheers and the joyful twitterings in the distance

    That was a female yer who had just joined the game, and she was looking at the sky.

    "It''s snowing!"...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 58: This Man is Unfathomable!

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    [Update: Tested the weather system, added "Snow". ]

    [Announcement: There will be light snow in the wastnd today. Devs kindly remind all yers to remember to put on more clothes lest yers catch a cold. ]

    Comment area below the announcement:

    "A new announcement again?!"

    "Welp, I thought it was a new update."

    "Devs said it was an update, but I see no update. You can test snowfall today, and then test the rain tomorrow. Are you trying to pass the KPI assessment or what? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    "Where is the gamepany located? It''s still 20 degrees here! It''s too early to have snow."

    "Snow is actually not that cold. I once drove 50 kilometers up the mountain to see the snow in the winter at minus 30 degrees. I only wore a down jacket to keep out the cold. When I came back, not only didn''t I get frostbite, but I was also sweating."

    "That happened. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Chu Guang nced at the messages under the announcement and found that there was no particrly serious reply, so he closed the announcement page and opened the forum.

    As expected.

    The forum was very lively at this moment, it almost became a continuation of the market in the outpost.

    Twenty neers who had just entered the game almost rushed to the official website the moment they were offline to express their game experience on the forum.

    Rich_elve_king: "As the new yer that entered the game the first day, I won''t say much, but that graphic, that special effects, that lighting effects, it just blows my mind!"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Here''s another shill paid by thispany, please don''t be fooled! Again, there is no such game, there is no such thing."

    Rich_elve_king: "You are so annoying. Calling people shill just because you don''t agree with their opinion. (Rolling eyes)"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "You are a neer so you don''t know. This guy was muted in our group for cursing mods, then he left the group. After that, he came to the forum to show his sense of existence. Just treat him as a troll. (Grin)"

    Rich_elve_king: "0.0"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Damn it! Does anyone care about the human rights of the Lizardmen? When I was about to go offline, I felt like my back was freezing cold. TT"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "You are not a human, you are just a lizard. (smirk)"

    Ample Time: "It''s normal, lizards are cold-blooded animals. Don''t panic, when summeres, it will be your strong period!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "%£¤&@!"

    In addition to the yers who shared their game experiences, there were also many enthusiastic yers who helped him with his ideas.

    Every time Chu Guang read these posts, he had a feeling of reviewing memorials like a king.

    The_Escaping_Mole: "It is rmended that the development team should consider delimiting a trading area in the game. Most games have functions such as consignment sales and stall setting. Even if NPCs cannot be hired to watch the stall for the time being, at least there should be a shelf with a consignment sale function, right? This will be more efficient than everyone huddling together to sell, after all, there''s only a little transaction time before going offline!"

    Light: "This proposal is really good. I will propose at the next regr meeting of the nning department to n a market area in the game for yers to trade freely, and at the same time, set up rentable lockers in the buffer zone of the shelter for yers to keep the products they want to sell."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "That''s great!¨t(*¡ã¨Œ¡ã*)¨s"

    Night Ten: "It feels like the game lobby. How about creating amission board as well, allowing yers to give missions to yers as well. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Light: "No rush, the test of each system needs to be done step by step. With the enrichment of the game content in the future, we will consider setting up a yermission panel."

    At this stage, there were little tasks for yers to do, and few yers.

    In the future, when there were more things that yers could do,rger space for yer activities, and richer game content, he would consider opening up this feature.

    Through the yers''mission function, Chu Guang would also be able to understand what these yers were doing outside and supervise more conveniently.

    Night Ten: "Holy shit? Brother Light has replied to me!"

    Light: "¡­¡­"

    I''ve done it many times before, right?

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "The game designer is here? Great. I would also like to make a suggestion. The price of food is too unreasonable. It costs 1 silver coin for 200g of air-dried meat! The price is the same as 300g of raw meat! Isn''t it really unreasonable? It is rmended to adjust the price for 150g air-dried meat and 350g raw meat!"

    Light: "From the settings'' point of view, there is no fixed price in the game, and the transaction price is affected by many factors. In addition, the NPC warehouse is only set as a reserve material, and the price is more subject to strategic fluctuations, affected by the rtionship between supply and demand."

    Light: "Wastnd Online encourages transactions between yers. The price you trade with other yers is the ''market price'' that truly reflects the rtionship between supply and demand."

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "What if I hoard goods? For example, buy out all the food!"

    Night Ten: "Damn, brother, how much money do you have? I can''t even afford a gun!"

    Light: "I don''t know, maybe you can try it out?"

    Light: "We are also very curious about what measures an NPC with full intelligence and ount handling authority will take to maintain order in the game, and this will provide valuable experience for the internal and public beta."

    Irene: "Hoarder disclosing his n in the public, are you courting death? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Night Ten: "Brother, listen to me, you should buy it secretly, and hide it in the rented locker while the NPC is not paying attention. Then wait for everyone to be hungry and open it. It will shock everyone. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Makka_Pakka: "Hahahaha, this is a hoarding expert right here."

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "Uh, I haven''t gotten the qualification for the test. I will try it when I get the qualification for the test. (Embarrassed)"

    Uh, it turned out to be not an alpha tester.

    No wonder this guy would ask such a dumb question.

    Light: "...Then wait until you get it."

    The yers were not discouraged even if they didn''t get it. There would be a little more ces in the open beta. The content would be richer than the closed alpha, and the rules would be moreplete.

    Their imagination might not be useful now, but it would definitely be useful in the future.

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "I have a hunch that I will be selected in the next round of invitations. TT"

    So optimistic?

    Light: "You can do it."

    Like yesterday, Chu Guang collected some useful suggestions and posted them on the document.

    For example, some yers suggested that "the transaction should be taxed, not taxing is unrealistic." Chu Guang admitted that this was indeed his negligence, but it was too early to tax yers at the moment.

    What was the use of having so much money? It would only dy the development.

    So far, his game currency has only been issued about 1,200, and the consumed inventory was less than one-fortieth, not to mention that the merchant surnamed Sun would send him another batch after two days.

    There can be tax collection.

    Part of the currency should be recovered in the cirction link, and the ie of *life professions yers should be limited within a reasonable range so as to avoid in-game intion caused by the overflow of the yer''s purchasing power.

    But he had to wait for the yers to save enough money, have all the equipment, open the shop, and have enough money for him to snowball the tax.

    While Chu Guang was browsing the forum, Xia Yan, who was sitting in the corner memorising the lines that Chu Guang gave her, couldn''t help but nce at him.

    Not because of his special attraction, but because this man always made her feel a little uneasy.

    He had been staring at the screen "smirking" for an hour, and she didn''t know what evil thoughts he was nning.

    Thinking that she was in the same room with the devil, Xia Yan decided to say something to divert his attention, lest he would think about doing something to her.

    "¡­¡­ What are you looking at?"

    Chu Guang replied casually, without turning his head.

    "Not your business."

    Xia Yan was quiet for a while, then continued.

    "¡­¡­ Can I ask you a question?"

    Chu Guang: "Shoot."

    Xia Yan wondered: "Why do you have to go out? I mean, the shelter is so safe, why go to the ground to build that kind of fence? Isn''t it good to stay underground?"

    Chu Guang: "To survive."

    Xia Yan: "Is there no way to survive here? There is clean air in the shelter, which is not only rain-proof, but also warm and safe.. Speaking of which, where is your water purifier? Why have I never seen one? There should also be a soilless cultivation room. I heard that there should be all these things in the shelter."

    Chu Guang felt very embarrassed.

    He didn''t know how to answer this question. He couldn''t say that although he was the administrator here, he hasn''t obtained all the permissions of this shelter yet, right?

    This sounds too ridiculous.

    Chu Guang closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said.

    "Maybe you are right. It is indeed a good choice to hide underground. What matters on the surface has nothing to do with us, and it was not that we made it like this. Even if there is another nuclear war, we can still survive steadily underground."

    Xia Yan: "Then why¡ª"

    Chu Guang looked at her.

    "But maybe, some shelters are destined to be different from other shelters. People born in the shelter are not born to escape, but to create and change."

    Abandoning this thought-provoking sentence, Chu Guang ignored her and continued to browse his forum.

    It was much better to chat with his yers.

    All of them were talented, and they would speak to him nicely. More importantly, they have tons of ideas. They wanted to improve his ¡®game'' more than he did.

    Honestly.

    Chu Guang would feel sorry if he did not listen to them.

    [... is there any creature in this world that is more suitable to be exploited than yers?]

    Chu Guang finally realized why the first administrator wrote that sentence on the slip of paper.

    Thest words that Chu Guang said echoed in Xia Yan''s ears. Sitting against the wall, she fell into a daze.

    She felt like...

    The figure of this man grew taller in her mind in an instant.

    But this feeling stayed in her heart for less than two seconds, and disappeared as her eyes fell on the notebook in her hand.

    This guy was undoubtedly a demon, he actually asked her to memorize something so difficult to understand.

    Not only for himself, but for hispanions, he was also merciless.

    Not only did he drive them to engage in heavy manualbor, but he alsomanded them to go out hunting, charge into battle as cannon fodder, and fooled them with some useless metal pieces.

    For a moment she actually thought that he was a good person. It must be because this guy was subtly brainwashing her!

    Brain, brainwash...

    Thinking of the legends and anecdotes circting in Boulder City, Xia Yan couldn''t help but shudder, shrinking her shoulders and looking at Chu Guang''s back with more fear and dread.

    ying with people''s minds to such a level of proficiency.

    This man is...

    Unfathomable!

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 Chapter 59: These Players Are Really Getting Better At It

    Yesterday''s snow seemed to be just idental.

    The morning sun the next morning still carried the warmth of autumn.

    Walking out of the shelter, Mr. Garbage carefully looked outside. After finding that it was not as cold as expected, he was finally relieved and happily walked outside while wagging its tail.

    It was too cold at night.

    He had no choice but to change his online time back to normal.

    Except for Chu Guang and Mr. Garbage, no one seemed to be anxious, but had some expectations for theing winter.

    This especially applied to the yers living in warm areas in real life, as there were not many opportunities for them to see heavy snow.

    Now in this wastnd, snowkes already floated in the sky before September was over. So in another ten days or so, they should be able to enjoy a big snowfall.

    Passing through the wall of the outpost.

    Chu Guang patrolled his own territory, and at the same time silently summed up in his heart which plot ofnd should be enclosed in the next step.

    North or south?

    This question is worth thinking about.

    At this time, when he walked to the door, he found that two yers were busy in front of the north gate building a door-shaped frame with wood.

    Looking at this shape...

    It kind of looked like the gallows at the door of Brown Farm?

    "... What are you doing?"

    Seeing the administrator, the two yers immediately stopped their work and looked over with excitement.

    I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "Dear administrator, we are making the gallows!"

    Chu Guang: "... The gallows? What do you want to do with that thing?"

    Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot: "This will make this shelter more wastnd-like! And more punk!"

    I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "Yes, and it''s very practical! If anyone breaks thew of the shelter, we will hang them! Hehe."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    They can.

    But it was not necessary.

    Except for these two idiots, the other yers in the shelter looked pretty normal; they were either busy doing tasks or cutting down trees and moving bricks.

    The outpost was in the early stages of development and everything wascking, except that there was no shortage of work; so there was no need to worry that yers couldn''t find anything to do.

    It was fine that there were one or two less serious yers once in a while. Chu Guang decided to leave them alone.

    The art of management lies not in micro-management, but in general control, as long as the yer as a whole is still diligent.

    Unless someone is not online for a long time, he would probably take care of it. If it was confirmed that they were indeed AFK, he would give others the qualification for the closed test.

    As for how the system would retrieve the helmet, deliver it, and whether it would cause any disturbances; that was not something he should be worried about.

    Since the system could do it, there must be reasons for it, and he would know when he had enough clues.

    Unfounded "infinite skepticism" is meaningless. Although scientific thinking emphasizes that "doubt includes doubts about itself", it also emphasizes the importance of evidence and how conjecture should not be regarded as truth.

    So why does he need to care about so many things in the "parallel world"?

    He couldn''t go back anyway.

    Walking to the Woodworking Cabin, Chu Guang counted the equipment on the shelves.

    Up to now, Brother Mosquito has made 15 wooden bows and hundreds of arrows and has be more skilled in making and processing.

    Not only that, but Chu Guang found that this guy was simply a genius. Not only does he have novel ideas, but he also learns from other things in his work.

    For example, from one arrow alone, he designed two different variations.

    One design uses the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. After the arrow is heated, it is inserted into a wooden stick with a fixed groove. After the natural cooling, the arrow will be closely integrated with the arrow shaft. This kind of arrow can be used repeatedly many times, until the arrow ispletely scrapped, that is.

    The other simply mixes turpentine and animal fat and sticks the rust sheet directly on the arrow shaft.

    Although this kind of arrow is disposable and has weak prating power, as long as it can effectively hit the target, it can basically leave the rusted arrow in the target''s body, causing continuous damage.

    Even if the target doesn''t lose mobility on the spot, there is a high probability that it will die from infections in a few days.

    "Administrator? I was about to look for you."

    Seeing Chu Guang appearing at the door, WC_really_has_mosquitoes'' eyes lit up as he put down the tools in his hand and got up from the chair.

    Chu Guang looked at him and said,

    "What is it?"

    "About the gunpowder you asked me to make; I''ve already made it!"

    With that said, Mosquito pulled out a can of ck powder in a ss bottle from the shelf and handed it to Chu Guang excitedly, making thetter step back, almost using no authority to kick this guy offline.

    "It''s okay, there is no open me here, it''s safe! Hehe."

    Mosquito chuckled and continued.

    "I used the form found on the Inte to make it, using 74.6% potassium nitrate. ording to this ratio, gunpowder can be burned to the fullest!"

    As before, Chu Guang ignored the out-of-game content mentioned by the yers in the dialogue, took the ss bottle and took a closer look, then nodded.

    "Good job... have you tried it?"

    "I can experiment with it for you now! Please follow me!"

    With that said, Mosquito took the administrator outside the Woodworking Cabin and took out a small ss bottle with a volume of about 150ml from his pocket.

    It was filled with gunpowder with a cotton thread inserted in the mouth of the bottle, everything sealed with animal fat.

    He ran out for a short distance, ced the ss bottle next to a tree, lit the cotton thread with a match, and ran away.

    As the cotton thread burned out, a loud thunderous sound was heard and the ss bottle exploded fiercely, sting the skin of the tree trunk everywhere. Even the tree almost fell...

    Many yers who were cutting trees nearby were taken aback by the sound and ran over to check what was going on.

    "Damn?! Brother, not bad!"

    "Did you actually make TNT in this game?"

    "All you know is TNT. From its smoke, it is obviously ck powder. But it is also very strong! Everyone knows about the form, it''s just that raw materials are too difficult to get."

    "Brother, you are awesome!!"

    Hearing the praise of other yers, Mosquito looked at the administrator beside him excitedly, his face full of anticipation.

    "What do you think?"

    Chu Guang''s face was also filled with surprise.

    This¡­¡­

    This yer is reallypetent.

    He was clearly just a carpenter in real life. Why did he know so many things?

    "... Very well, your performance exceeded my expectations. Although the smoke generated is a bit bigger and the power of the explosion needs to be improved, these are not problems. I will report your credit to the organization and you will get 500 contribution points as reward."

    "In addition, you can try to make smokeless gunpowder, such as nitrocellulose. If you can seed, the shelter will give you 1,000 contribution points as a reward, and I will also have a new job to hand over to you."

    New job?

    The expression on Mosquito''s face became visibly more excited.

    Does this mean that he just triggered a hidden mission?

    In fact, it didn''t matter if it was not a hidden mission. The reward of 1,000 contribution points was already tempting enough.

    Since the alpha 0.3 version, the ie concerning contribution points has been reduced, and the maximum daily contribution points were limited to 160. The contribution points earned by taking up shelter posts is almost around this number, so 1,000 contribution points is already a lot.

    Although he was now a shelter citizen, who would mind earning more contribution points? It would only be more difficult to obtain this thing in the future.

    He remembered that the dev once said on the official website that in the future, the game would open up the status level above the citizen, which would allow him to buy morend.

    Thinking of this, Mosquito eximed with joy, "No problem, dear administrator! I''ll try it again after I get the nitric acid and sulfuric acid out!"

    Chu Guang nodded, instructed him to continue what he was doing earlier, and then went to the st furnace.

    In order to facilitate transportation, earth kilns for producing charcoal and cement kilns for producing cement were built nearby, forming a row, almost resembling a conventional industrial area.

    The fire kept burning, and even the temperature nearby was two degrees higher than other ces.

    Since "Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot" and "I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom" improved the process of primitive steelmaking, the carbon chamber and the iron melting chamber were separated, and iron oxide was reduced by ipletelybusted carbon monoxide instead of charcoal.

    In this way, the carbon content of the steel waste as a raw material would not rise too much during the smelting process, and it did not need to be repeatedly forged and quenched to remove carbon to be steel.

    Although it was impossible to restore the material to the way it was two hundred years ago, the strength of the material was definitely much stronger than that of smelting through the primitive method...

    After all, the rare metals that were originally mixed in steel would not just disappear out of thin air. A small amount would still remain.

    Experience takes time to umte.

    Looking at the busy enthusiastic yers, Chu Guang''s heart was also full of emotion.

    A few days ago, the tools of the outpost needed to be imported from the nearby Brown farm and traded with animal fur.

    Now, the yers had not only learned to use the metal scraps they picked up to re-smelt, but they could even produce the tools they needed by themselves.

    Woodworking Cabin almost solved most of the immediate needs.

    It was the ce that could truly breed miracles.

    "The production efficiency of these earthen-made kilns is stillgging a bit behind. Expansion of facilities requires more building materials and tools. To achieve this, some yers must directly or indirectly master the production materials. Only in this way can the yers'' initiative and creativity be brought into y, allowing them to improve production with ease."

    "Let me think... Later versions can delimit this area as an industrial zone, clearly stipte thend use and allow yers who have reached the citizenship level to rentnd here, open workshops, and engage in light industrial processing, so as to directly control part of the means of production."

    "As for heavy industries like steel making and cement production which have huge outputs,rge initial investments and unstable profitability, a ''public'' steel nt and cement nt can be set up, and professional yers with outstanding ability can be appointed as the factory director in the form of ''hidden mission'', nning the overall production. This can be considered as an indirect control of the means of production."

    "In terms of bnce¡­ Just use the tax andnd rent settings to solve it."

    "Anyway, those were the ideas the yers came up with."

    Chu Guang, who stroked his chin, thought in his heart.

    As a qualified game designer and nner, the first priority is to understand what the current version requires.

    For example, if no one wants to y ADC, then buff ADC. If everyone is ying ADC then nerf ADC or buff Jungle.

    The biggest difference between games and reality is that in reality, there are costs for changingws and adjusting policies.

    But in the game, yers wouldin and curse at the gamepany at most. As long as yers could still y the game, they would continue to y the game.

    "Administrator!"

    Hearing someone calling him, Chu Guang stopped and looked back, only to see a yer carrying a bow and arrow running towards him out of breath.

    "What''s the matter?"

    "On the north side of the outpost, near the viaduct, we spotted two people with a two-headed bull! One of the two men looks very familiar, he seems to be the man who has been here before."

    The yer stood with his hands on his knees and reported the situation intermittently.

    Two-headed bison?

    Is it the merchant from Red River Town?

    He came back so fast?

    Chu Guang was slightly surprised in his heart, but his face was calm as he ordered the yer.

    "Take me there."

    "Yes!"...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 60: The Money is Here

    At the north gate of the outpost.

    Two men dressed in avant-garde costumes stood at the front and the back of a two-headed bull respectively, and stopped in front of the north gate.

    The person standing at the front held a 7m revolver, a specialty of Red River Town. Although the muzzle was facing downwards, his eyes constantly cruised back and forth on and around the wall, watching out for any signs of danger.

    This person is very strong!

    This was Chu Guang''s first instinct.

    As for the person standing at the back, it was Merchant Sun whom Chu Guang met before.

    "Haha, my old friend, we meet again!"

    Seeing Chu Guang appear at the gate, the tension on Sun Shiqi''s face suddenly disappeared. He opened his arms with joy and enthusiasm, and greeted him.

    Even from a long distance away, Chu Guang could smell the odoring from him. Chu Guang couldn''t stand it, so he didn''t hug him. Instead, he stretched out his right hand.

    Sun Shiqi smiled, not embarrassed, graciously changed his posture, and shook Chu Guang''s right hand vigorously.

    "Sorry, I''ve been on my way for almost five days, and I didn''t have time to take a shower. I hoped you wouldn''t mind it."

    "It''s okay," Chu Guang nced at the man standing next to the two-headed bull and cast a questioning gaze at Sun Shiqi. "This is?"

    "He is the gunman I hired from Red River Town and is responsible for my safety along the way. There are several gunmen''s guilds in Red River Town that are trustworthy and reliable. The most important thing is that they know how to avoid the conflict with the marauders nearby¡­ it''s just a safety precaution, you can treat him as if he doesn''t exist!"

    ¡®Gunners'' Guild?''

    ¡®Probably the people who quit being marauders.''

    Chu Guang nodded as his eyes stayed on the big two-headed bull for a while, his eyebrows gently raised with a trace of interest.

    It seemed that the dried meat they made was very popr in Red River Town. Last time''s transaction should have made this guy a lot of money, as not only did he have money to buy a new batch of goods, but also to hire a bodyguard.

    This was a good thing.

    A win-win business couldst long.

    "How was your trip to Boulder City? Was the journey safe?" Chu Guang asked casually.

    "I didn''t go to Boulder City, so I don''t know the situation there." Sun Shiqi shook his head. "After leaving youst time, I went to a farm not far from you. It was a coincidence that they were very interested in my remaining goods, so I exchanged some food with them and went straight back."

    "The road conditions in the city are tooplicated, and the ruins inside are like a maze. I would rather walk 10 kilometers in the wilderness than walk a mile in the city."

    "You can also tell that this winter will probably be more difficult than previous years. Food prices in Red River Town are soaring. Those upper ss people like mine owners and ve owners don''t like those ck nutritious creams. As soon as I arrived at the trading station, all my goods were bought by their servants."

    "I thought that since it sold so well, I might as well make another trip before the road was blocked by the heavy snow, so I hired a bodyguard and set off, hehe."

    "Selling so well? It seems that I sold it too cheaplyst time." Chu Guang said half-jokingly.

    Realizing that he had just exposed his trading secret, Sun Shiqi gave a dry cough and said with a smile.

    "Sir, you really are funny. We, traveling merchants, are risking our lives to sell goods from ces to ces. It may be lucrative, but we are just trying to make a living."

    "Okay, there''s no need to pretend to be pitiful in front of me. No matter what you earn, you deserve it. If you have money, remember to buy two more bulls and bring more things in the spring next year," Chu Guang interrupted Sun Shiqi''s nonsense and went straight to the point. "Did you bring the thing I asked for?"

    Sun Shiqi said quickly. "Yes! Hey, hey, don''t worry, I will definitely not forget your instructions!"

    The mutated two-headed bull often weighed more than one ton and had a carrying capacity of between 700 kg and 900 kg. Its mobility in ruined terrain and field terrain was rtively good, though slightly inferior to the mutant yak.

    In addition to the five hundred kilograms of coins, Sun Shiqi also used the earned money to purchase almost one hundred kilograms of materials.

    Among them was a bag of waxy yellow coarse salt which weighed about 10 kilograms. There were also ten 7mm caliber revolver rifles, tworge bags of bullets and so on.

    Although his bull could still carry more, he had no extra money to purchase other things.

    In the usual situation, these less wealthy merchants would take risks to detour in order to pick up waste, but at this point in time, it was obviously inappropriate to do so.

    When inspecting the bullets in the sacks, Chu Guang noticed that the two big bags of bullets were actually made of copper.

    It seemed that there was not much copper shortage in Red River Town.

    However,pared to the bullets produced by Boulder City using the stamping technology, many of the bullets produced by Red River Town were produced by rolling the copper sheet, and there were visible depressions and protrusions on the bullet.

    No wonder they would make this semi-automatic revolver rifle with a simple receiver structure.

    With a slightly more sophisticated receiver, there was a chance it would jam after a few rounds of this ammunition.

    Was this the gap between industrial survivor bases and resource-driven survivor bases?

    Throwing a few bullets back into the bag, Chu Guang silently noted down the information in his heart.

    "... How is it? Are you satisfied with these goods?"

    Sun Shiqi had a ttering smile on his face.

    If possible, he hoped that Chu Guang would buy all these things.

    In this way, he could also bring more dried meat back.

    "Weapons, coarse salt, and those coins, I want them all," Chu Guang nced at thest bag, and found some yellow powder in it, and asked, "There''s something inside. What is it?"

    Sun Shiqi said with a smile.

    "Insect powder! It is made by grinding the mutated yellow-fronted tall-legged spiders after they die. It is rich in nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, and is mainly used as fertilizer!"

    Chu Guang nodded.

    As fertilizer, this should be something Brown Farm needed. He hasn''t started farming here yet, so he didn''t need this stuff.

    But this did provide him with an idea.

    He heard yers say that there were a lot of struvite stones by theke, maybe he could try to make some fertilizer and sell it to Brown Farm.

    At this moment, Sun Shiqi suddenly remembered something, walked to the side of the two-headed bull, opened the leather package hanging on it, and took out a ss bottle from it.

    The mouth of the ss bottle was stuffed with a cork, and some small holes for venttion were pierced on the cork. The bottle was stuffed with fist-sized ants with shaking limbs and antennas that were visible to the naked eye. It looked pretty scary.

    After staring at the bottle with interest for a while, Chu Guang asked.

    "Is this the ironback ant?"

    Sun Shiqi said with a smile.

    "Yes! Usually we use it to make feed or other things. It just so happened that someone was selling it at the trading station, so I bought a bottle."

    After ying with the bottle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Sun Shiqi and asked.

    "How much?"

    Sun Shiqi waved his hand, "No, no, my friend, you have misunderstood. This is a gift from me. It''s free."

    "Oh? Thank you."

    Of course, Chu Guang would not refuse such a good thing, and decisively epted the gift.

    As for the courtesy of returning gifts?

    It''s nonexistent.

    Allowing this guy to do business with himself is already the greatest grace to him.

    Seeing Chu Guang epting the gift, Sun Shiqi''s face was full of smiles.

    "You''re wee, it''s my honor to have you as a friend... You see, it''s gettingte, how about we talk about the details of the transaction?"

    Chu Guang nodded and said only one word.

    "Okay."

    ...

    Unlike the merchant from Boulder City, most of these merchants from other regions did not recognize the currency of bargaining chips. They either had their own currency or they didn''t have any at all.

    Therefore, under normal circumstances, when conducting cross-regional trade, everyone would trade for goods with no fixed "price".

    Although Chu Guang received a gift symbolizing friendship from Sun Shiqi, friendship cannot be eaten as a meal after all. When bargaining, Chu Guang did not make concessions because of the gift.

    After all, who can have thicker skin than a salesperson?

    The 500 kg of coins stayed at the previously agreed price, and every 100 kg was exchanged for 4 kg of air-dried meat, which was equivalent to 20 kg of air-dried meat.

    Chu Guang was a man of his word, and he had no n to go back on what had been agreed upon, and there was no need for it.

    The two parties happily reached a consensus.

    However, the pleasant part ended here.

    A few minutes ago, Sun Shiqi was so naive as to think that the man in front of him was very easy to deal with, until the man in front of him came out with a crazy price of "3 kg of dried meat for 1 kg of salt".

    "I''m sorry, I must have misheard..."

    The reaction of this guy waspletely expected. Chu Guang repeated what he said without changing his expression.

    "You heard me right. A kilogram of coarse salt for 3 kg of dried meat."

    "This is impossible!"

    Sun Shiqi eximed almost reflexively, ignoring the previous respect, and retorted angrily.

    "You must be joking! The dried meat you use here is roasted and air-dried. It hasn''t been marinated at all. It can''t be worth the price!"

    "Oh?"

    Seeing that Chu Guang was still unmoved, Sun Shiqi took a deep breath and continued in a calm tone.

    "Well, you are not a merchant after all, so maybe you don''t understand the market... Let''s do some calctions. If I transport 10 kg of coarse salt to Boulder City, I will get at least 1 chip for every 100 grams!"

    Chu Guang did not speak.

    He had never been to Boulder City at all. He only knew the bitter, coarse salt that only the poor would consume would cost 2 chips for every 100g in Bett Street. So it was expected that the price would be doubled on Bett Street.

    But does it matter?

    The price of grains already tripled on Bett Street!

    It was meaningless to discuss prices on the wastnd.

    Moisturizing his dry throat, Sun Shiqi continued.

    "100 chips! If I rece these chips with electrical appliances, industrial products, and daily necessities and take them to Brown Farm, at least 300 kilograms of green wheat can be exchanged. If I rece these grains with dried meat, it is at least 60~75 kilograms."

    "So the lowest price I can ept is 60 kg, that is, 1 kg of salt for 6 kg of dried meat! For the sake of our friendship... 59 kg, this is the lowest price I can ept!"

    "It''s also my biggest concession!"

    Sun Shiqi felt that he had exined the truth sufficiently loud and clear.

    Even if these hamsters staying in the shelter had never traded in the wastnd, they should be able to understand their "difficulties."

    However, after listening to his nonsense, Chu Guang just smiled.

    There was one thing that Shiqi said was right.

    He was really not a merchant.

    If someone really thought of him this way, then they would underestimate him.

    But if they believed that he didn''t know anything about sales.

    Haha¡­.

    "What you said is true."

    The expression on Sun Shiqi''s face became overjoyed.

    However, without waiting for a second, Chu Guang''s next sentence solidified a happy expression on his face.

    "... Then my friend, why don''t you do that?"

    Looking at this friend from afar with a smile, Chu Guang said softly.

    "I mean, if you want to exchange 300 kilograms of green wheat for 59 kilograms of dried meat, I''m happy to do it."...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 61.1: The Nemesis of Mutant Leeches

    Chapter 61: The Nemesis of Mutant Leeches

    The transaction was over.

    After leaving the wend park, Sun Shiqi, with an angry look, finally couldn''t help but began toin loudly.

    "Unbelievable!"

    "I have never seen anyone in a blue coat that is as stingy as him. Where''s the kindness of a civilized person? Where are his good manners? Hes just like a greedy gopher!"

    "I shouldn''t have held out high hopes about them!"

    Four of the ten most discussed topics in the pubs of the Red River Town Trading Center were rted to the people in blue coats.

    Someone once received arge package of good things from those blue coats with a few words of ttery. Some people once deceived them with a pile of colorful but useless papers and managed to get into their shelter to have free food and drinks, and still received a pack of "survival supplies" when they were kicked out of the shelter.

    These blue coats have almost be synonymous with people who are stupid and rich, and stories about them were often inseparable from the term ¡°overnight wealth¡±.

    Sun Shiqi never thought that he would pry open the shelter''s treasure with words just like what was rumored in the market. He simply thought that doing business with them seemed to be a good choice.

    However...

    The reaction of these people was beyond his expectations.

    So much so that he couldn''t help but wonder if these guys were a group of refugees pretending to be shelter residents.

    Would people in blue coats really build a house on the ground?

    Besides, even when they reached the end of the transaction, he still didn''t see where the entrance of the shelter was...

    The gunman who was walking in the front nced back at him, then at the bulging package on the back of the two-headed cow, wondering out loud.

    "So this deal was a loss?"

    He has been a bodyguard for many years, has dealt with many merchants, and has rarely seen them lose money.

    "It''s not a loss," Sun Shiqi said angrily, "but I could have made more!"

    "..."

    The gunman was speechless, he shifted his attention away from him, and continued to look around vigntly.

    Sun Shiqi pulled out the ount book from his pocket, a sad expression on his face.

    10 kilograms of salt actually only converted to 30 kilograms of dried meat.

    If he hadn''t dropped his n to go to Boulder City, and even if someone pointed a gun to his head, he would definitely not ept such a harsh price!

    But unfortunately, there are no ¡°ifs¡± in this world.

    It was impossible for him to drag the salt to Boulder City, rece it with daily necessities and electrical appliances, take them to the farm in exchange for grain, and then trade the grain from the farm for meat.

    If he really did go back and forth like this, it would take him at least four days, even a week, to finish!

    The road in the city was already much harder to walk through than outside, not to mention that winter was about to begin. Both people and mutants were frantically preparing for theing winter.

    In the wastnd, this time period was more dangerous than ever.

    Regardless of the time cost or the risks involved, it was impossible for him to take that detour.

    And the man clearly saw this.

    Not only the 10 kilograms of salt, but prices of the ten revolver rifles and two bags of ammunition he brought with him were knocked down a lot by that guy for various reasons.

    Arms may be worthless in Boulder City, but any survivor¡¯s stronghold would not refuse to stock up on this easy-to-maintain, durable, and cheap weapon. It was more than enough to trade for 3 or 4 mutant hyenas. After asking a butcher to ughter them, he could easily get 60 to 70 kilograms of meat.

    That''s 70 kilograms of meat!

    Is it too much to exchange for 30 kg of dried meat? If it''s really impossible, 20 kilograms would also do!

    However, that man was only willing to give him 10 kilograms of unmarinated meat for each gun!

    No matter what else he said, the other party was only willing to give him an extra kilogram of smoked fish in the end.

    That damn gopher!

    "I don''t understand. Since it''s not a loss, why do you stillin about it?" The gunman said casually, "I always hear people say that you will only be happy if you are content."

    "Hehe, what do you know? You can''t make a fortune if you are content."

    Sun Shiqi didn''t bother to talk to him, just waved his pen impatiently, and continued to calcte in the ount book while continuing his journey.

    "... These air-dried meats need to be exchanged for at least 60 kilograms of coarse salt. No, at least 80 kilograms, otherwise this trip isn''t really worth it. I have to think about which mine to do this business with."

    The gunman nced at him, then at the cargo on the back of the two-headed cows, and said in a rxed tone.

    "Then you should be grateful that it was me who came here with you. After all, I''m a content person."

    ...

    130 kilograms of dried meat and 10 kilograms of smoked fish were traded for 10 kilograms of coarse salt, 10 revolver rifles, and tworge bags of coins and ammunition.

    For this transaction, Chu Guang himself was still very satisfied.

    Of course, it was also because of the timing.

    As the cold winter approached, whoever had food had the most say. In addition, game can be preserved by keeping it in the snow. On the contrary, salt was not so important.

    But when spring begins next year, it will be a different situation.

    After all, it was impossible to preserve food for a long time if air-dried meat in spring and summer was made without using salt.

    But then again, at that time, would the outposts still have to rely on buying food to make money?

    Chu Guang didn''t think so.

    In short, 130 kilograms of dried meat and 10 kilograms of smoked fish cost only 60 to 80 silver coins for Chu Guang to produce them.

    Even if it was calcted based on the purchase price of the granary, it would only be 140 silver coins.

    However, yers currently would only sell their prey directly to the granary and temporarily not ughter the prey and smoke the dried meat by themselves, so it was more appropriate to directly use the production cost to calcte.

    In fact, it didn''t matter which price was used.

    After all, Chu Guang now had an extra 500 kilograms of the same game currency.

    "Money" was really just a number for him as an administrator...

    ...

    After dragging the coins into the shelter alone, Chu Guang ced them in an empty room without anyone. Looking at the shiny coins, he couldn''t help but smile with relief.

    It would be great if they could all be reced by chips.

    Not to mention an exoframe, might he even be able to buy an airne if he had that many chips?

 Chapter 61.2

    That is, if there were people selling airnes...

    Money that does not enter the market has no value.

    Chu Guang admired his masterpiece for a while, then turned to leave the shelter, returned to the surface, and began to ponder about the ss jar he got from the merchant.

    Ants the size of big fists, which were squeezed into a ball in a ss jar, waved their legs indiscriminately, looking for an exit.

    One of the iron-backed ants with its face facing outward was the most energetic, using its pincer-shaped mouthparts to hit the inner wall of the ss jar repeatedly.

    However, the inner arc surface of the ss jar was too slippery, nowhere for the bite to grip. No matter how strong its bite force was, it still would not be able to do anything. It could only struggle anxiously against the transparent "wall".

    Chu Guang was not interested in insects, but he wanted to know how this little thing became the natural enemy of mutant leeches.

    After all, even the baby mutant leeches were muchrger than their size.

    Therefore, Chu Guang went to yers who were fishing by theke, borrowed a baby mutant leech, picked an ironback ant that looked vigorous and energetic, and put them both in the same bottle.

    Then something interesting happened.

    The mutant leech did not immediately attack the prey in front of it, but tentatively stretched its mouthparts forward.

    Just when the edge of its mouthpart was about to reach the ironback ant, the mutant leech suddenly retracted like having received an electric shock. It then twisted its plump body and moved to the other side of the bottle as if hiding away from something.

    The ant''s reaction was also very interesting. It seemed to realize that there was a big guy near it.

    But it didn''t panic at all. It neither attacked immediately nor turned to escape. Instead, it moved around the inside of the bottle while waving its antenna.

    What is it doing?

    Could it be...

    Chu Guang, who was squatting on the ground and observing, stroked his chin. Suddenly, a trace of suspicion appeared on his face.

    "I see¡­¡­"

    "It should be looking for apanion."

    He seemed to guess the reason why this kind of ant could restrain the mutant leech.

    When Chu Guang was about to further verify his conjecture, yers who were watching not far away whispered to each other.

    "What is the administrator doing?"

    "I don''t know, he seems to be ying with ants."

    "I saw him ask for a baby leech from those fishing yers. Does he want to watch the ants fight with the leech?"

    "Uh, why does he have such a strange hobby?!"

    Ya Ya, who was walking towards the granary with the mushrooms, happened to hear the conversations of nearby yers. She felt chill behind her back and couldn''t help shivering.

    Lee, leeches?

    How could anyone y with such disgusting things?!

    This is too creepy...

    ...

    After several repeated controlled experiments, Chu Guang finally verified his conjecture.

    First of all, leeches have no eyes and rely mainly on smell to search for prey. Mutant leeches are the same, and because of their more sensitive sense of smell, they are quite sensitive to the ants'' scents.

    After the ironback ant discovered its prey, it did not choose to attack immediately, but like other ants, immediately released pheromone and told nearbypanions that there was a fat sheep here so they would attack together.

    Although the digestive secretion of mutant leeches could corrode most prey, it was almost ineffective against ironback ants. Even if the ant was swallowed as a whole, it would not be digested at all. Instead, it would chew its way out from the inside.

    Therefore, this fear of natural enemies has almost been written into the gene of mutant leeches, so that when they smell the pheromone released by the ironback ants, they almost instinctively run away, the kind that dare not look back.

    "... The case is solved."

    "It''s really because of this stuff."

    Looking at the translucent gtinous substance the size of a nail in his hand, Chu Guang squeezed it lightly, reminding him a bit of spoiled sago.

    This was the pheromone nd of the ironback ant, which grew under its butt and could be pulled off without much effort.

    After removing the pheromone nd of the big ant, Chu Guang threw it back into the bottle again.

    This time, the performance of the mutant leech was much more courageous.

    After several probes, it probably felt that the smell on this thing was not very simr to its natural enemy, so it finally mustered up the courage to swallow the prey in one bite. Then, its body wriggled like waves.

    About five or six minutes passed.

    The baby mutant leech, which had previously been squirming, suddenly stopped moving.

    Chu Guang poured it out of the bottle and dissected its stomach with a knife.

    The ant inside had been suffocated to death, but there was still a piece of meat on its mouth, which was probably torn off from a certain part of the baby mutant leech''s body.

    This small injury was not enough to kill the leech. The fatal blow may be the formic acid injected into the leech or something like that.

    "It''s unrealistic to get rid of the leeches in itsir."

    "But if the pheromone nd extracted can be used to disguise people as the natural enemy of the mutant leech... Wouldn''t it be possible to clear their of the mutant leech without any injuries?!"

    Realizing this, Chu Guang''s face was suddenly filled with excitement. The look in his eyes changed when he looked at the ss jar aside.

    ¡®It''s a jackpot!''

    ¡®20 kg of blue umbre mushrooms can be exchanged for 2000 chips, if I can harvest 200 kg¡­''

    ¡®Of course, 200 kg may be a bit exaggerated.''

    ¡®But there should be no problem with 100 kg, right?''

    ¡®It''s a pity that these ironback ants are all worker ants and that there is no queen that can reproduce, otherwise, my yers will be able to harvest the mushrooms inside the mutant leechir every day!''

    "... I have to find a yer with high proficiency in gathering skills to do this job."

    Chu Guang''s gaze began to cruise around the outpost, looking for the lucky one.

    Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a yer not far from the granary.

    Ya Ya!

    Chu Guang''s eyes lit up at the moment he saw this yer.

    ¡®I almost forgot her!''

    ¡®If I remember correctly, this yer named Ya Ya has the talent "Toxin Intuition", and all the Blue Umbre Mushrooms would emit green light in her eyes.''

    Other yers might need light sources when entering the mutant leechir, but this yer had her own night navigator when she entered their. It would be very easy for her to harvest mushrooms.

    Feeling the gaze of the administrator, Ya Ya, who had justpleted the punishment mission, shivered all over.

    Her intuition allowed her to predict the danger in advance.

    However, at the moment when she was about to run away, Chu Guang predicted her prediction and stepped forward to trigger the mission.

    "Have youpleted your punishment mission?"

    Hearing the sounding from behind, Ya Ya looked back cautiously, looking at the administrator and said tremblingly.

    "Mh... Mhm, I justpleted it. I''ve already handed in 100kg."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "That''s great. From now on, your status will be restored to Resident. In addition, I have a glorious and arduous task for you."

    If it was normal, Ya Ya would definitely be happy. After all, who would not love triggering hidden missions?

    Maybe it can also increase the NPC''s favorability!

    However, since just now, her right eyelid was twitching repeatedly, telling her that there might be a big trap waiting in front of her.

    "I may not be able to do it. Can you find someone else¡ª"

    "Believe in yourself, you can do it, and this task can only be done by you!"

    Without giving Ya Ya a chance to refuse, Chu Guang interrupted her with a serious face, and after a two-second pause, he continued.

    "I will give you a bottle of special powder, and you need to apply it over your body."

    "It can ensure that you enter the mutant leech''sir without incident. What you have to do is collect the mushrooms that emit green light inside."

    Ya Ya''s eyes almost teared up, especially after hearing the words "mutant leechir". She was so startled that she almost lost her connection.

    "Then with that, then will I be able toe out without any incidents?"

    Chu Guang said in an affirmative tone.

    "Theoretically, it is possible."

    Ya Ya: "???"

    In theory?!

    Chu Guang didn''t give her a chance to protest and continued.

    "Don''t worry, the sess rate is as high as above 90%. Even if you fail, you will die in a special mission. There will be no punishment other than the resurrection CD."

    There is still punishment, alright!

    The most unbearable thing to do is to wait for the respawning CD!

    Ya Ya said pitifully, "Can you also get rid of the respawning CD?"

    Chu Guang paused for two seconds, selectively ignoring her words.

    "The content of the mission is very simple. You have 10 minutes of absolute safety time and 20 minutes of rtive safety time."

    "After entering their, you need to avoid the leeches, and collect the blue mushrooms that emit green light."

    "Before the time is over, you need to collect as many of them as possible."

    "For every kilogram of Blue Umbre Mushroom¡ª¡ª"

    "I will reward you with 4 copper coins and 5 points of contribution!"...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 62.1: You Saved Our Family

    Chapter 62: You Saved Our Family

    Chu Guang didn''t see what expression Ya Ya had when she stepped into the mutant leechir.

    But when she appeared at the door of the warehouse carrying arge bag of mushrooms, her face was filled with joy.

    Looking at a sack full of blue mushrooms, Chu Guang couldn''t help being surprised.

    "So much?"

    Panting Ya Ya nodded vigorously, and said with a smile,

    "I went in three times! I almost got bitten, eh."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    ''Three times?!''

    ''This is too brave.''

    There''s no way he would dare to do it.

    After weighing, a sack of mushrooms totaled 70 kilograms.

    This number far exceeded Chu Guang''s expectations.

    ording to his original estimate, she would be able to pick up about forty to fifty kilograms, but he did not expect that she could actually pick up to seventy kilograms.

    "A total of 560 copper coins, equivalent to 56 silver coins. In addition, there are 700 contribution points..."

    ''Did I give too much?''

    ''Forget it.''

    ''After all, she had risked her life to earn it.''

    Hearing the numbers read from the administrator''s mouth, Ya Ya jumped up excitedly, shaking her fists excitedly.

    "Hell, yeah!"

    "I''m rich now, hahaha!"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Although I am an NPC, can you find a ce where you can get all excited alone?

    The thickness of a silver coin was less than 2 millimeters, and 50 pieces in a stack were about 9-10 centimeters. Compared with the small vault of the shelter, it was only a drop in the ocean.

    After getting paid, Ya Ya hummed happily and left. While Chu Guang, who was standing at the door of the warehouse, stroked his chin and thought in his heart.

    At present, the richest yers were probably Old White and Ample Time. Their strength and understanding of the game were almost the first echelon among yers.

    During this period of time, they have been hunting all the time, and they have almost figured out the areas with the highest prey activity in the vicinity. Their daily ie has risen from fifty-two silver coins to as high as 100 silver coins. Even if the hunting ie was unstable, they should have saved a lot of money recently.

    For safety reasons, Chu Guang checked the yers'' lockers every day.

    Not surprisingly, the Bull and Horse team should be able to save up to 200 silver coins today to raise funds to buy thend closest to the resurrection point.

    In addition to them, the deposits of other yers were also rising steadily. Even if buying wooden weapons, iron weapons, leather protective gear, warm coats, tools, and food would consume some, the yers with the least deposits still saved more than ten silver coins.

    "Perhaps I should update the ''bank'' function."

    This would not only save yers'' storage space, but also redistribute the silver coins they have deposited back to them.

    The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more it made sense, he immediately took out the notebook in his pocket and wrote it down.

    ''When there is a chance, this function must be arranged!''

    ...

    While storing the mushrooms in the warehouse, Chu Guang checked the warehouse inventory along the way.

    Excluding the part consumed by trading with Red River Town''s dealer, the remaining amount of dried meat was close to 700 kg. After deducting the daily consumption, about 100-200 kg could be stored every day, and more than half of it was contributed by the Bull and Horse team.

    Today was the twentieth.

    If luck was not too bad, by the end of the month, the inventory should have two thousand kg of dried meat, and half of it would at least be able to exchange for five tons of grains.

    Based on the consumption of 150 grams of meat and three hundred grams of rice per person per day, one thousand kilograms of air-dried meat was enough for one hundred people to consume for fifty days, and five tons of grain was enough for one hundred people to consume for 142 days.

    Of course, these were ideal conditions. It was not surprising that there was a deviation of more than twenty percent between the actual situation and the theoretical estimate. After all, the amount of food required was also rted to the amount of exercise. Without exercise, even one meal a day would not be a problem.

    "...If I want to increase the number of yers in the closed test to one hundred, I must double the theoretical estimate of food reserves. Especially for meat¡­ It would be great if yers could still catch prey during winter, but if they couldn¡¯t catch anything, it would be very troublesome.¡±

    ''But from another perspective, maybe I don¡¯t need so much food at that time?''

    ''When it''s too cold, there is no need for everyone to go online, or even every day.''

    ''And if it is in the dormant state, the materials consumed by the clone will be greatly reduced, and the longest can even be without food for 7 consecutive days.''

    ''It''s just that the yers may not be happy to be absent from work for such a long time, they would definitelyin on the official website again.''

    However, Chu Guang also thought of a countermeasure. When that happened, he would just say that the server needs to be shut down for maintenance.

    ''How can there be unmaintained servers?''

    ''This is reasonable.''

    Looking at the ount book in his hand, Chu Guang was thinking about the future of the shelter, and at this moment, a yer trotted in from outside.

    "Administrator, some natives are here!"

    ''Natives?''

    Chu Guang looked away from the ount book, slightly confused.

    ''Sun Shiqi had just left, so it was unlikely to be him.''

    ''So who could it be?''

    After returning the ount book to the yer who was working as the warehouse clerk, Chu Guang looked at the other one who reported to him and asked,

    "How many of them are there and from which direction?"

    "South! There are two men and a girl!"

    ''South?''

    Hearing this direction, Chu Guang already guessed who they were...

    ...

    At the south gate of the outpost.

    The old man with wrinkles on his face and wearing an animal fur coat looked up at the concrete wall hundreds of meters wide, his muddy pupils filled with shock and surprise.

    Thest time he came to Linghu Wend Park seemed to be two years ago.

    The scavengers on Bett Street mainly explored the south, unless they were hunting, they would rarely follow the Viaduct out of the city to the north. After all, there might be marauders who had often robbed the passing caravans.

    As for Linghu Wend Park, it was probably a blind spot that people who went out scavenging and hunting would miss.

    There were not many prey to be hunted here, not much trash to pick up, and almost no survivors would visit, especially.

    Unexpectedly, someone built a survivor stronghold in this forest!

    Although the three-meter-high concrete wall looked a little shorter, it was new and strong. Compared with the repaired broken wall on Bett Street, it looked much safer.

    Near the gate of the wall, some shelter residents in blue coats stood.

    The old man mustered his courage and called out.

    "I''m here to meet your administrator."

    No one responded to him.

    Those people just watched and whispered impolitely, but the old man couldn''t tell whether their eyes were kind or malicious.

    ''It seemed...

    ...more like pure curiosity?''

    "...Are you sure it''s here?"

    The old man looked at the second son next to him, hesitation in his eyes.

 Chapter 62.2

    Carrying arge package on his back, Yu Hu nodded vigorously in the face of his father''s questioning eyes, and said in a positive tone.

    "Yes!"

    Though the expression on the old man''s face was obviously more hesitant.

    "They don''t seem to wee us."

    Yu Hu''s expression was a little bit awkward, and he approached his father and whispered.

    "Maybe it''s not that they don''t wee us, but...they don''t understand what we are talking about."

    The old man was stunned.

    ''They don¡¯t understand?''

    It can¡¯t be...because that outsider in a blue coat understood him.

    Yu Xiaoyu nced at her father and elder brother, then at the wall in front of her, curiosity filled her big ck eyes.

    This was the first time she left Bett Street so far.

    ''Chu Guang¡­''

    ''Is he really here?''

    At this time, a familiar figure appeared at the gate. When she saw the face clearly, Xiaoyu''s eyes suddenly lit up.

    However, there were too many strangers nearby.

    Hidden behind her elder brother, she only showed half of her face, looking at those people timidly and curiously.

    Surrounded by a crowd of blue coats, Chu Guang arrived before the three and stopped.

    Looking at the old man who was standing before the other two, before Chu Guang greeted them, the old man suddenly kneeled on the ground, bewildering everyone around him.

    Chu Guang was also dumbfounded.

    ''What is this for??''

    "Dad?!"

    Yu Hu looked surprised, but before he had time to ask, his father grabbed his arm and pulled him to kneel down Chu Guang.

    Xiaoyu was confused.

    She didn''t understand what her dad and elder brother were doing, and didn''t know what she should do, so she tried to imitate the actions of her old man and her elder brother.

    "What are you doing¡­? Get up!" Chu Guang felt very troubled, and stepped forward to lift the old man from the ground.

    But the old man refused to get up. He just lowered his head, and his Adam''s apple moved for a long time, before he finally said, "Thank you. You saved our family!"

    He was old, he could only work for two or three more years at most. In fact, he was already struggling to work this year.

    And his son Yu Xiong, as the eldest son of the Yu family, was also the strongestbor force in the Yu family, and could be said to be the pir of the entire family.

    If something happened to Yu Xiong, their family would suffer from hunger and cold.

    The old man knew very well in his heart.

    This outsider not only saved his son''s life, but also saved his entire family.

    But Chu Guang didn''t think about it this much. He didn''t have to calcte everything. It was easy for him to save them anyway.

    "Please, get up¡­. You''re putting me in a tough spot."

    Now was not the time to be humble, he couldn''t let them kneel all the time.

    With that said, Chu Guang used a little strength in his hands to lift the old man from the ground.

    Perhaps because of what Chu Guang said, the old man didn''t continue to kneel after he got up. Instead, he reached out his hand to remove the package from his second son''s back.

    It was a package with deerskin and some animal fur on it which looked heavy.

    The old man held it in his hands, handed it to Chu Guang''s hand, and said sincerely,

    "You are the benefactor of our Yu family, and we can''t let you waste precious medicine in vain."

    "We have nothing else to give you. These furs are peeled off from mutant hyenas and reindeer. There are seven pieces in total... Except for the tribute left to the town mayor, this is all our property."

    "I know these things are not enough to repay your kindness, but if we do nothing, we will feel uneasy."

    "Please, ept them!"

    If he really epted all the wealth of a poor person, he would feel uneasy too.

    Chu Guang didn''t know whether tough or cry for a while. He couldn¡¯t ept them, nor could he decline them.

    But at this moment, Chu Guang''s heart suddenly moved, thinking that even if the old man took these furs back, they would sell them to the old leeches on Bett Street, and then they would be ripped off, unable to exchange for many things.

    He remembered clearly that there was a sign hanging in front of the old Charlie''s grocery store, saying that a mutant hyena skin could be exchanged for two chips, and a reindeer skin could be exchanged for four chips.

    Among the seven skins, four were from mutant hyenas and three were from mutant reindeer. At the price of Bett Street, this old man could only get twenty chips at most.

    This kind of unequal transaction was already exploitative, not to mention that these twenty-point chips could hardly be exchanged for anything good on Bett Street.

    For example, if they wanted to buy green wheat on Bett Street with chips, they needed three chips for a kilogram. The price itself was almost three times that of Brown Farm!

    It was equivalent to ten animal skins that could keep out the cold, because of the unfair deal, they could only exchange less than ten kilograms of grain.

    And this was still before the price of food increased.

    ''Is this reasonable?''

    ''It is very unreasonable!''

    Of course, these survivors often used the chips to exchange salt or other daily necessities. Direct purchase of grains was still rtively rare. After all, they would nt some shofar potatoes themselves, they would also dig roots, catch mice and hunt animals for food.

    But in any case, what the old leech was doing was too much.

    Chu Guang had long disliked him!

    So Chu Guang decisively reached out and took all these furs, handed them to the yer closest to him, and said,

    "Send them to the warehouse and bring in one kg of coarse salt. I will pay you five copper coins."

    Although five copper coins was quite a lot for such a small mission, it was not as interesting as watching the cut scene.

    The yer looked reluctant.

    Although he couldn''t understand anything they said, it was not like he had never watched an anime without subtitles before.

    But the administrator had already stuffed things into his hands, and he didn''t give him a chance to refuse.

    Seeing that he didn''t move, and the cut scene couldn¡¯t continue, even if the yer was doubtful, he could only run into the base.

    It didn¡¯t take much time for the yer to quickly run back carrying a ck stic bag.

    Chu Guang took the coarse salt from his hand and stuffed it into the old man''s hand.

    "I have epted the fur. The coarse salt is almost one kilogram, so you can treat it as a gift!"

    The old man was taken aback and saw the salt in the bag. He immediately became anxious, and quickly pushed the bag of coarse salt back, refusing to ept it.

    "I couldn¡¯t possibly ept it!"

    "You are the benefactor of our Yu family, how can I ept your gift!"

    ''One kilogram of coarse salt!''

    On Bett Street, a hundred grams of coarse salt would cost two chips, and one kilogram was twenty chips. Not to mention that they would always cheat when they weigh salt, and they would increase the price when it was of good quality.

    Although the bag of salt that Chu Guang brought was also coarse salt, the quality was much better than the one sold in the grocery store under the name of the old town mayor.

    At least it looked better, and its color wasn¡¯t so yellow.

    "Just keep it."

    Pushing the stic bag back without any exnation, Chu Guang smiled as he looked at the old man.

    "Next time if there is this kind of fur, you can bring them to me."

    "One hyena skin can be exchanged for one hundred and fifty grams, and deer skin can be exchanged for three hundred grams."

    "We will take as much as you have!"

 Chapter 63.1: Theres Always A Bigger Fish

    Chapter 63: There''s Always A Bigger Fish

    While Chu Guang was talking with the head of the Yu family, the yers on the sidelines were also whispering.

    "Do you understand what the administrator said just now?"

    "No!"

    "I can understand a little bit. Simply put, one kilogram of coarse salt is exchanged for ten skins?"

    "This kilogram of coarse salt seems to be exchanged using three kilograms of dried meat!"

    "Three kilograms of dried meat for ten skins? Seriously! Such a rip off! Ten skins can already be exchanged for two guns. He is simply scamming the natives!"

    "Tsk! So short-sighted! By the way¡­ How many silver coins are the coats and leather goods that the administrator sells to us?"

    "...?"

    "?!"

    "What the heck??"

    These yers seemed to have found something really shocking, but Chu Guang didn''t take it to heart.

    ''Is this important?''

    ''Obviously it is not important.''

    ''If I don''t buy low and sell high, am I still an NPC?''

    ''Do they think they have transmigrated to another world?''

    ''If they don''t like it, they are free to leave the game.''

    Yu Hu, the second son of the Yu family, was still there using his fingers to calcte; adding and subtracting within one hundred was still somewhat difficult for him.

    A piece of hyena skin was exchanged for one hundred and fifty grams of coarse salt, and a hundred and fifty grams of salt costs three chips on Bett Street, which means... a hyena skin was exchanged for three chips?

    ''It was equivalent to one chip more than when selling it to old Charlie?''

    ''But the quality of this coarse salt was much better than what the old Charlie was selling¡­''

    ''And this was not mixed with sand!''

    After finally figuring it out, Yu Hu turned his head to look at Chu Guang, and said nervously,

    "How can we ept this? It will be your loss if you exchange it like this? Maybe one hundred grams, or just like the price this time."

    Looking at the honest young man in front of him, Chu Guang suddenly didn''t know how to react, so he looked at the sky, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

    "Have you ever heard of the phrase ''win-win''?"

    "Win, win-win?"

    This outsider always said something difficult to understand. Yu Hu finally figured out how much a piece of leather was, but he was confused by a phrase that he had never heard of once again.

    He just felt like...

    Brother Chu''s expression looked very profound.

    "Yes," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "you profited from it, and I also profited from it. We are in a win-win situation now."

    Yu Hu looked at his father with joy.

    "Father! Let''s sell all the fur to Brother Chu in the future! Then we will win-win together!"

    "You shut up." The head of the Yu family obviously thought more, but it was obviously not because of the price.

    With his eyes fixed on Chu Guang, the old man mused on his concern.

    "I understand what you mean, but the town mayor will not let us do business with the merchant outside. If we are discovered..."

    It would be fine once or twice.

    But in the long run, it would definitely be discovered.

    After all, the ughter and tanning were all done on Bett Street. If a fur was gone and was not sold to Charlie, it would eventually raise suspicion.

    Upon hearing these words, Chu Guang smiled as if without care.

    "Am I a merchant? Obviously not, my home is here! We are neighbors, and also friends. Is it a problem to visit a friend? Obviously not a problem."

    "As for the old leech¡­ ahem, I mean the town mayor of Bett Street, it¡¯s okay if he prohibits you from contacting us. You don¡¯t need to take anything out of your home, you just need to bring the prey you caught directly to me.¡±

    ¡°Our people can even help you skin them for free. Cut the meat in front of you, and make sure you don¡¯t miss anything!¡±

    ¡°We will keep the skin at that time. You can take the meat and the salt back. Or you can sell the prey directly to me. Not only can you change it for salt here, but you can also exchange grains and smoked meat. It''s definitely cheaper than selling them to old Charlie!"

    After hearing Chu Guang''s assurances, the old man''s eyebrows finally smoothed out, and he whispered excitedly. "We can''t ept this¡­ we can''t let you cut meat for us for free. ording to Bett Street''s rules, a butcher can have thirty percent of the prey¡¯s meat, so we will also give this percentage to you!"

    ''Seriously?''

    ''Is it so profitable to open a ughterhouse on Bett Street?''

    ''But then again, ughtering is indeed a skilled job.''

    Chu Guang sighed.

    Sure enough, he was still too kind.

    "There¡¯s really no need for you to do this."

    "Thirty percent is too much, let¡¯s just settle it at twenty."

    ...

    Chu Guang didn''t want to spend too much time on discussing how to split the meat.

    No matter what, he would profit from the exchange anyway.

    Of course, for these scavengers on Bett Street, it was certainly not a loss to do business with him.

    After all, he was different from those wandering merchants.

    Those vampires were more ruthless than leeches, they would even chew your bones after sucking your blood dry. After all, it was still unknown whether they would still be alive tomorrow or not. So who cared about the long term business rtionship?

    As for him...

    What he wanted was definitely not just a few pieces of skin and a few pieces of meat.

    If done properly, Bett Street may change a town mayor soon.

    At worst, when the two sides had umted enough trust, there should be a group of people who would choose to leave their homes ande to take refuge in his shelter.

    He needed an opportunity.

    The old and the young man thanked Chu Guang, finally epted the kilogram of coarse salt, and prepared to leave.

    However, at this time, Xiaoyu, who had been hiding behind Yu Hu, suddenly came out from behind her elder brother. She looked at Chu Guang with her big bright eyes and said suddenly.

    "Are youing back?"

    ''Going back?''

    It had been only two weeks, but after Chu Guang heard this question, he suddenly felt like it had been a very long time.

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn''t speak, Xiaoyu continued,

    "Second brother told me you were not taken away by the hyena, that you are still alive, and you will not go back in the future, but he can take me to see you. I want to know if you still need that shack?"

    This child still didn¡¯t know how to break the sentences down as if she wanted to tell him everything in just one sentence.

    But Chu Guang understood what she meant, and was moved a little in his heart.

    Originally in his n, the shack on Bett Street was just a backup, but now that the shelter gradually began to expand, he didn¡¯t think he would need that backup anymore.

    "Have you been looking after it for me?"

    "Mhm!"

    Nodding her head quickly, Xiaoyu raised the tip of her nose triumphantly, no longer feeling as shy as she was earlier.

    "I promised, so I will help you look after it, and I will never go back on my words. Second Brother said that dust has been piling up on your door frame, so you will definitely note back. I¡¯ve cleaned the dust for you."

    "Although the son of the Wang family always wants to pry open your door secretly when I¡¯m not paying attention, my ears are very sharp! He doesn''t dare to hit me, Second Brother had beaten him before."

    The more Chu Guang listened, the more guilty he felt in his heart.

    Although he had never lied to people when he was doing sales, he was not above deceiving people from time to time, even taking advantage of people''s greed. But when encountering such an upright, innocent and kind-hearted customer, he really didn¡¯t have the heart to fool them.

    ''How to put it¡­''

    Sigh!

    Anyway...

    Maybe this was why he, who was obviously as handsome as a movie star, couldn''t be a top seller or hook up with a rich woman.

 Chapter 63.2

    "Thank you for helping me look after the house for so long! But I won''t need it anymore..."

    "The shack, just treat it as theing-of-age gift that I give to you. If there is anything in it that you can still use, you can dismantle it. You don''t need to ask me."

    Xiaoyu nodded, but she didn''t seem to understand Chu Guang''s wordspletely.

    "Aren''t youing back?"

    All she wanted to ask was actually this.

    "Mhm, mypanion needs me, I will stay here from now on." Chu Guang said euphemistically.

    "Okay."

    Xiaoyu felt a little dispirited when she thought that there would be no more candies to eat in the future, but she cheered up very soon.

    "Thank you for the gift! Then, can I give it to my elder brother? My home is pretty good, but my second brother needs a bigger house to get married, so he doesn''t have to marry too far, and can oftene back."

    "You don''t need to ask me, it''s now yours."

    Chu Guang stroked her little head, took out three lollipops in his pocket and stuffed them into that little hand.

    "Take them, these are for you¡­ Remember to tear the wrapping paper."

    Then he said worriedly,

    "Also, don''t just stuff all of them into your mouth, you can only eat one at a time, or all the vors will be mixed together, it won''t taste nice."

    "Oh, thank you!"

    Finally getting the lollipops that she was thinking of, although she was a little bit reluctant, Xiaoyu still went back with her family obediently.

    It would get dark in a while, and the monsters would crawl out of those tall and big buildings and go to the streets to hunt for food.

    That was what she had been hearing since she was a child.

    ...

    Evening.

    The north gate of the outpost was very lively.

    Here it seemed to have formed a custom-made bazaar.

    yers inserted wooden boards on the ground, engraved with their own identification numbers, and drew a small area, indicating that this was their own fixed booth.

    The people who were here yesterday were still here today, and no one would mess things up.

    There were not many people in the game now, and they all got into the game because of the rmendations from their friends, so most of the yers were very friendly and very civilized.

    After all, what good is it to hinder others?

    Everyone here will be in the first echelon in the future. At the worst, they would be in the second echelon, or the third echelon.

    If they don''t work hard to maintain their reputation now, how would they be able to face newbies?

    Seeing the yers in such an orderly manner, Chu Guang, the administrator, was also very happy, and simply followed the "public opinion" and posted a piece of paper in front of the north gate.

    [From now on, one hundred meters from the north gate is the "Market", and shelter residents can freely set up stalls and trade. ]

    [The consignment shelf is located in the Shelter Resident Hall, and you need to pay one silver coin rent to consign items. If no one is buying it, it will be removed from the shelves after seven days, and the rent can be renewed after removal. ]

    After posting a note, yers all ran to check out the announcement. They all cheered after seeing what was written on it.

    "Good job, administrator!"

    "Great! Is this an in-game update? The market function is finally out! Good!"

    "Does anyone want the fangs of the mutant hyena? The market function is finally avable, it means that the equipment enchantment function will not be far from us. If you don''t stock up the material now, it will be toote!"

    "Does anyone want mushrooms? Fresh big mushrooms! Wuwuwu, please,e buy it, I promise I will never increase the price again, in the future. It will just be four copper coins, really!"

    "Boss Ya, did your mushroom go to college?"

    "Can your mushroomy eggs?"

    "Can you buy it and release it?"

    "Can I make Diona spit in my wine?"

    "Fuck, you are perverted!"

    Looking at the noisy yers, Chu Guang had a satisfied smile on his face.

    Life is getting better every day.

    It was on this day that it was getting darker and earlier...

    ...

    Before dark, the Yu family returned to Bett Street, but the atmosphere here was a bit different than usual.

    There was a cart in front of Bett Street. Next to the cart stood two men wearing animal skin jackets and carrying iron-barreled rifles, and there was an unkempt ve who was wearing ragged clothes.

    Old Charlie stood at the gate, negotiating with the man in front, with a ttering smile on his face.

    Thetter had obvious impatience written on his face, and he spat out a smoke ring on Old Charlie''s face. The other strong man also urged thetter to hurry up.

    Before long, Old Walter, the guardian, pulled out a woman.

    She was wrapped in a robe, her hands and feet were shackled, and her ankles were printed with stripes. The slightly exposed skin could even make women''s hearts beat faster, let alone men.

    Xiaoyu had never seen such a beautiful elder sister. Her bright eyes blinked, filled with curiosity and envy.

    "Elder Brother, who is she?"

    Yu Hu whispered.

    "I don''t know, but the old town mayor bought her from outside. I heard that she is a clone or something?"

    "It''s a clone. Look at her eyes, there''s no soul in them!" The old man obviously knew more. He dragged his son and daughter, and whispered, "Don''t make any noise, and don''t make eye contact with those people, we will wait for them to leave."

    The two followed the old man obediently, hiding in the shadow of the street corner.

    The man in animal skins checked the goods, smiled, patted old Charlie on the shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up.

    Then Xiaoyu saw that the rude man tied the Elder Sister''s hand to the cart and signaled hispanion to leave.

    "Elder Brother, where will they take her?"

    Yu Hu didn''t know how to exin this question. He was a man, he could guess it, but he didn''t know how to say it.

    Whenever winter is approaching, every household on Bett Street must respond to the town mayor''s mobilization order and hand in supplies. But does the old mayor not need to pay tribute to others?

    Obviously not.

    There is always a bigger fish.

    "You are still young, don''t ask so much."

    "I''m not young anymore," Xiaoyu said, displeased.

    Yu Hu chuckled after hearing what she said and rubbed his younger sister''s head.

    "There, there, eat more meat if you think you are old enough, and you can grow taller only by eating meat... What is your stic stick thing? Is it delicious? Is there any more, can I try it?"

    "No! If you want, you can ask for them from Brother Chu yourself." Xiaoyu swiftly avoided her elder brother like an agile fish.

    "It''s time to go."

    The old man carefully hid the salt in his arms, then reached out and took off the stic stick that Xiaoyu had held all the way in her mouth, and threw it into the corner. Regardless of thetter''s grievance, he dragged the two to Bett Street.

    Old Charlie nced at the three of them, and didn''t say anything, just chatting with Old Walter next to him in a rxed tone, as if nothing had happened.

    "Did you have such a beautiful girl in that shelter before?"

    "No, the people used to live in my shelter were normal people anyway."

    "That woman is not normal?"

    "There are two types of clones, one starts from babies and grows up naturally. They are almost the same as normal people. The other is fast finished products, which stay in the culture chamber until they are fully developed, and are no different from livestock... This category is very diverse, with different uses and development cycles. You won''t understand even if I tell you."

    Old Walter grinned and gave Charlie a cigarette.

    "Anyway, there''s still some time before it gets dark, tell me about it."

    Old Charlie sighed and told him the short and good time he had in a shelter like telling a story.

    Xiaoyu also wanted to stop and listen, but her old man didn''t want her to stay. He pulled Yu Hu and her and hurried home....................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 64.1: The Hard Core Strategy Guide

    Chapter 64: The Hard Core Strategy Guide

    At night, yers went offline one after another.

    In shelter 404.

    Sitting in front of theputer, Chu Guang logged onto the official website skillfully. As always, he first checked the chat history and then began to do his work as a game designer.

    Not surprisingly, the yers on the forum today were discussing the plot that happened during the day.

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Am I the only one who noticed that there were so many wild NPCs today! Normally, we couldn¡¯t even meet one."

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "Yes, yes, there were two at noon, and then three in the afternoon. Do you think that maybe the game will move to open beta soon? (Excited)"

    That_touch_of_longing: "I ''m afraid the open beta is still too early. There isn¡¯t any announcement. Probably we will still need to wait for a while. (Eat popcorns)"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "What the hell? What did I miss? I came back in the evening!"

    Irene: "It''s okay, I also missed the daytime plotpletely, but I believe that the old brothers in the forum will definitely exin the plot to us. ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: ¡°LMAO.¡±

    Night Ten: ¡°( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)¡±

    The first post that came out was always some shitpost, and the pros were silently gathering their energy for their ultimative moves.

    Sitting in front of theputer, Chu Guang spent about half an hour browsing the forum. After a while, he saw a lot of high-quality content being posted one after another.

    For example, Ample Time''s post.

    Perhaps he was worried that a certain escaping rodent would shake his image as "the most veteran yer of the wastnd OL" in the minds of yers, There_will_be_ample_time, who had been silent for many days, finally updated a "super hard core" guide post on the forum!

    The post not only listed the insights of each gic sequence in detail, but also shared the quadrteral tactics of Bull and Horse Squad.

    After reading it, Chu Guang made it into a sticky post without any hesitation.

    ''My goodness!''

    This was a post that revealed this yer¡¯s gaming experiences and tips. If Chu Guang didn¡¯t disy it as a sticky post, he would feel sorry for the hard work of those little bees!

    "...After ying for so long, it¡¯s time to summarize some strategies. As always, let me start with the conclusion, the perception type yers are the luckiest yers in the current version! Whether it is hunting or scavenging, it is best to bring one in the team."

    "yers with high perception not only can detect danger in advance, but they can also track down the enemy. The death penalty in this game is unusually severe. So if it is possible, avoid death, no one wants to die. After all, no one wants to wait on the forum for three days."

    "If the perception type yers are the luckiest yers in the current version of the game, then the strength type yers are the second luckiest yers in the current version. In the case that the physique type and agility type yers were unable to exert obvious advantages in the early stage of the game, the strength type yers can give the most intuitive melee advantage and give teammates a full sense of security!"

    "By the way, don¡¯t believe in those maniacs who are obsessed with chopping down trees, axes are used to chop trees, they are not that useful in hunting! If you are a strength type yer, then the javelin will always be your godly weapon!"

    "Under the spearhead, all beings are equal! If you really don¡¯t use a bow well, consider it. You don¡¯t need too much precision within five meters, and it¡¯s really impossible to hit the target, you can still use it in closebat!"

    ¡°Rifle, you say? What do you think that is? It''s more expensive than my life! If you have money to buy a rifle, you can do anything in the game. I have to mention it again, what I¡¯m talking about is the early stage, early stage, okay! Unless there are life profession yers who are willing to support you with the money, then just ignore what I said! For example, if Teng Teng bes your sugar mommy. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    "I don¡¯t have anyments on agile type yers, I am an agile type yer myself, and the evasion is really high. Sometimes I can avoid oing attacks just by instinct, but that''s it."

    "This attribute does not actually give bonus to archery and throwing projectiles. Although dynamic vision has a small auxiliary effect on shooting, uracy is still mainly affected by proficiency and experience. Perhaps, the agile type yers are only advantageous in closebat. For example, stealth assassination, or one-handed sword and shield?"

    "Using dodge to rece the strength type''s melee suppression effect, and serving as the front row of the squad may also be a feasible idea. But this is only a suggestion. To be honest, I haven''t tried it, maybe you can give it a try!"

    "As for the physique type yers, this sequence is actually very mysterious. It does have the bonus to recovery speed and resilience to injury, but they are not outstanding. So that it is difficult for yers of this sequence to obtain direct advantage in intense battles, and the advantage of recovery is often manifested after the battle is over."

    "In addition, the wounds of yers with high physique stats seem to be less susceptible to infection, and they are more resistant to toxins and even radiation. From this point of view, the physique type yers may be more suitable for scavenging than hunting. The best partner is still perception type yers."

    "Andstly, I must clear some confusion around the intelligence sequence! The intelligence type gic sequence is not useless in this version, but in the current version, the yers with this sequence are not suitable forbat. On the contrary, they are more suitable for life professions such as tailors."

    "The advantage of high intelligence is mainly reflected in the ability to master skill proficiency faster. However, in this game, proficiency is actually a very abstract concept, which includes muscle memory, skills, experiences, and other elements. This attribute does not bring more intuitive enhancements to the character like the other four attributes."

    "So when you fill in the ''application'', you must think clearly whether your gamey is really suitable for this attribute. If you have decided before entering the game to be a leisurely life profession yer such as fisher or chef, then intelligence attribute is your best choice."

    ¡°In addition, in the absence of guns, the best configuration for the hunting team is the quadrteral formation. Perception type yer will be the scout, the strength type yer will be the frontliner, the agile type yer will be the shooter. In terms of thest one, it depends on what you need. If you have one more agile type yer, they can act as a support, or you can have one more strength type yer to have a more steady front line."

    At the end of the post, Ample Time also used the electronic map in the official website database to make a simple strategy map, marking the rtive safety ¡°farming points¡± around the shelter.

    The whole post could be said to be full of valuable knowledge, it could be used as a novice guide!

    Chu Guang nodded repeatedly as he read through the post, the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile.

    This yer did not let him down.

    Compared to the yers who were creating troubles in the game, he liked the yers who had a deep understanding of the game and the version.

    It was best if the yer understood this game better than him, the designer of this game.

    "Speaking of it, the total deposit of the Bull and Horse Squad seems to have officially exceeded two hundred silver."

    These four old yers were indeed fierce enough, they even broke one wooden bow, and almost ten javelins.

 Chapter 64.2

    At first they would buy some knives and axes, butter they didn''t even bother to equip the knives. They simply used the steel pipes, steel bars, and steel bundled cement they picked up from the ground.

    Obviously, they have understood the essence of this "game".

    Although the weapons disyed in the store shelves were really "easy to use", they were often the weapons they found in the wastnd and then modified by themselves with the other materials they found.

    In addition to Ample Time''s guide post, "The_Escaping_Mole" has also updated a guide, which was not surprising. But it was not about profession sses¡¯ gamey, but about the content of the game itself.

    "Hello everyone, I am your big-nosed mole. Today''s wastnd is as peaceful as ever! But my nose has sensed the smell of gunpowder!"

    "Don''t ask me why. Even if you ask me, I wouldn¡¯t tell you the real reason! Before, the administrator encountered a marauder team in the north of the outpost, and Mr. Garbage found a marauder camp at the northern tire factory, as well as the mutated human tribe entrenched in the depths of 76th Street. It is obvious that the production team is paving the way through these settings and telling us indirectly that our outpost is not safe! It can even be said that the situation is quite dangerous!"

    "In the past, our scope of activity was only in Linghu Wend Park, but now our footprints have obviously stepped out of the novice zone and spread to one kilometer near Linghu Wend Park¡ªeven two kilometers near the city! Even if it is covered by terrain such as ruins and jungles, sooner orter it will be discovered by other nearby NPC forces!"

    "In addition, the merchant who came earlier today and the indigenous people who came in the afternoon, all proved my conjecture¡ªthe frequency ofmunication between the yer power and the neutral power is determined by the yer''s activity in the game!"

    "To be honest, the details of this game exceed my imagination. If my inference is correct, it should trigger a conflict with marauders or the mutated human tribe soon!"

    "It is rmended that the devs try to roll out a wave of marauders'' siege campaign. We can also use this activity to test the quality of our project and see if it is sturdy! Otherwise, it is really a shame to not put the repaired wall into use."

    This post made Chu Guang''s eyelids twitch repeatedly.

    ''This damned guy!''

    ''Don¡¯t jinx it!''

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "WTH, are you the devil?!"

    Ample Time: "Brother don¡¯t jinx it! We just saved enough money to buy a house here, and we didn''t even have a gun. How are we going to test the siege? Rush in the woods? We are going to get rekt!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Hurry up! Let me fight the mutant humans before it snows! (Excited!)"

    Irene: "You are in such a hurry to feed the mutant humans? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Rich_elve_king: "Hahaha."

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "LOL."

    "..."

    Chu Guang also wanted to be as rxed and worry-free as this guy, but he really couldn''tugh.

    After all, this was a game for them, not for him.

    As the big-nosed mole said, as the scale of the outpost expanded, the yers would explore the ruins further, and sooner orter they would meet their neighbors.

    Even if he didn''t meet them, it was difficult to guarantee that the other party would not follow the trail to find the outpost.

    If it was during the daytime when the yers were online, they might be able to defend the outpost.

    However, it would be troublesome at night.

    Empty fort strategy would not work all the time. They may not dare to approach the outpost once or twice, but after a long time, they would eventually find out that this outpost was almost undefended at night...

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang immediately opened the system and confirmed the number of applications..

    [Current Number of applications: 612]

    "Little Seven."

    "Yes, Master." Little Seven, who was charging at the corner, turned on the lights, and the sudden sound it made startled the weapon shop proprietress who was sitting aside memorizing lines.

    "Help me open fifty more culture chambers."

    "Master, you only have forty-nine left."

    Chu Guang was dazed, and then he remembered that in order to resurrect Ya Ya, he had reced a can of active matter from one of the culture chambers that hadn''t been activated.

    ''Huh!''

    ''That stupid yer.''

    "Then open forty first."

    The remaining nine would be reserved for backups, just in case.

    The generator would be delivered in two days. In the event of an extreme situation of being "blocked", at least he would be able to make aeback with the remaining nine units of active matters.

    Regardless of the situation, Chu Guang would prepare a n B, which was almost a habit he had developed beforeing to this world.

    "What are you talking about?"

    There were a total of three voices in the room, one of which was AI¡¯s.

    This person, and an AI, suddenly spoke in anguage that she did not understand, anyone would be nervous.

    Xia Yan was no exception, looking nervously at Chu Guang sitting in front of theputer.

    "It has nothing to do with you."

    Chu Guang replied casually, and then stared at theputer screen intently, typing on the keyboard.

    [Alpha 0.4 version update announcement]

    A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tight brows smoothed out slightly.

    Regarding the content of this update, Chu Guang had already prepared the draft.

    After all, there were so many little geniuses who helped him with so many ideas.

    Looking at the creepy smile on one side of that face that was illuminated by the flickering light from the screen, Xia Yan swallowed and her already tight nerves became more tense.

    She always felt that this guy was nning something evil again.

    ''This man¡­is so creepy!''

 Chapter 65.1: Alpha 0.4 is Updated! The Night System is Online!

    Chapter 65: Alpha 0.4 is Updated! The Night System is Online!

    Website:

    [Wastnd Online Alpha 0.4 version update announcement. ]

    [Major updates:

    1. The number of closed alpha yers has increased to 90.

    2. The "night" system has officiallyunched.

    ]

    [Optimizations:

    1. Enriched NPC facial expressions.

    2. Optimized the details of the snowke texture.

    3. Fixed a few bugs.

    ......

    ]

    As always, after the announcement, Chu Guang, as a nner, clicked and sent the edited post.

    "Development Log: version alpha 0.4"

    "Hello everyone, I am your dearest nner! After sacrificing a programmer, we¡¯ve finallypleted the development of version alpha 0.4!"

    "There have always been yersining that they can only enter the game after 6 o''clock in the evening, and can only shitposts on the official website during the day."

    "Now, this ''BUG'' has finally been fixed. Even in the daytime, everyone can login normally. Are you surprised? Are you happy?"

    "If you are happy, then I can only congratte you for being happy too soon!"

    "Because in the settings of Wastnd Online, the characters controlled by yers not only need to eat and drink, but also have a hidden fatigue value setting. In other words, your in-game character also needs to sleep!"

    "High fatigue will cause 1~33% of the attribute debuff effect. Excessive fatigue can also cause the character to fall in a trance, hallucination or evena, and trigger a forced logout. If you want to step into the wastnd in the best state, please ensure that you have more than 8 hours of offline rest a day to stay with your rtives and friends."

    "This setting is not only for the consideration of hardcore elements, but also for the health of the yers. You can understand it as an anti-addiction system."

    "The night online function will be turned on at 12:00 today, when it is exactly 0:00 in the wastnd. By the way, due to the setting of Wastnd Online, the night is full of dangers, so even if you go online, you can only do activities in the base. Please be extra cautious."

    "I will repeat again, we are a seriouspany, and Wastnd Online is a rxed and casual game."

    "We do not advocate excessive gaming, nor do we advocate going AFK. "

    Control your ying time, maintain a good schedule, arrange game time reasonably, I wish you a happy life!"

    The announcement was posted, and thement area did not flood withments surprisingly.

    Makka_Pakka: "Wait, casual?!"

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "No excessive gaming!?"

    Ya Ya: "Liar detected!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "??? Wait, everyone can y at night time now? Damn it! Wouldn''t that mean my lizardman would lose all its advantage!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Hahahaha, herees Brother Garbage''s epic nerf! You are the unluckiest guy of this version, confirmed!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "QAQ!"

    Quit_smoking: "Screw you guys! You guys can be online 24/7, but I haven''t gotten the qualification for the closed alpha yet! T.T"

    Irene: "I just checked it, and the number of applications has gone past 600. This time they only released 40 invitations, that is to say... the probability of you getting one is less than 6%. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Quit_smoking: ¡°Í¹(Ü³ÃóÜ³)!¡±

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: ¡°LMAO, only an idiot would apply!¡±

    Seeing this, Chu Guang almost couldn''t hold back his urge to send him the qualification for the closed test.

    So close.

    Must hold back!

    Qualifications were precious in the early stage, and they couldn''t be wasted on haters like him. Candidates¡¯ selection must be rigorous, and it was not the time to randomly select yers yet.

    After sending text messages to the selected yers, Chu Guang closed the forum, got up from his chair, walked to the corner and pushed Xia Yan''s arm.

    "Hey, wake up."

    Maybe it was because the past few days had been so peaceful that she has rxed her vignce, but this damn woman actually fell asleep while trying to remember her lines.

    Moreover, while sleeping, she was still muttering the words like "chocte", "wine", and "can''t eat anymore".

    Xia Yan, who was disturbed by Chu Guang, opened her eyes in a daze.

    When she saw Chu Guang in front of her clearly, she startled like a frightened hamster. Shepletely awakened, and tightly mped her knees and arms.

    "What do you want?"

    Chu Guang pointed at the door with his chin.

    "I¡¯m here to remind you to go back to your room. Don¡¯t sleep here."

    Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief. While muttering something quietly, she leaned on the crutches, stood up, and limped back to her room,

    It seemed like she still hasn¡¯t fully awakened yet.

    Thinking that he would not be able to count on her for a while anyway, Chu Guang ignored her, looked at Little Seven on the side, and said.

    "Little Seven, I''ll take a quick nap, remember to wake me up at 23:55."

    The camera above its head nodded lightly, and Little Seven said very energetically.

    "Okay, Master!"

    ...

    Wastnd time, 0:00.

    In reality, it should be 12:00 noon.

    As Chu Guang lifted the login restrictions for yers through the system, a total of 27 yers logged in to the game.

    To be honest, Chu Guang was quite surprised.

    Unexpectedly, there were so manyzy people that didn''t have to go to work during the day?

    Of course, today may also be just an exception.

    Facing the yers whose faces were filled with excitement and couldn''t wait to go out to see the stars and the moon, Chu Guang signaled them to calm down with his majestic eyes.

    Then, he said the lines he made up while he was dreaming.

    "Winter is approaching, and danger ising with it."

    "For days of exploration and hunting, our existence has rmed the neighbors around us. For us, this is both an opportunity and a threat."

    "Now, I need 8 warriors-- " Before Chu Guang finished speaking, twenty-seven legs moved forward together, making Chu Guang speechless.

    "Ahem, wait for me to finish first."

    With a light cough, Chu Guang readjusted his state, faced pairs of expectant eyes, and sped up his speech.

    "I need 8 warriors to shoulder the heavy responsibility of night defense and serve as the guards of the outpost."

    "During duty, your equipment will be provided by the shelter, and you will receive 15 copper coins and 10 points of contribution per hour as a reward."

    "The maximum duty time at night is 8 hours, and there will be a rotation every 6 hours. If you die on duty during the mission, the death penalty other than the resurrection CD will be removed, and you will receive a pension of 1-10 silver coins depending on the situation."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

    "You have 20 seconds to think about whether you really need this job..."

    "Now, those who need it, please raise your hands."

    Thest sentence was obviously redundant.

 Chapter 65.2

    For the yers who wanted to be online 24 hours a day, this post was simply too tempting!

    From twelve o''clock in the morning to six o''clock in the morning, there are 6 hours. 1.5 silver coins and 10 contribution points per hour, which was 9 silver coins and 60 contribution points in total!

    Apart from the lower contribution points at the night shift, the six-hour mary gain was almost equal to the ie of other normal yers.

    Almost as soon as Chu Guang''s voice fell, twenty-seven pairs of hands were raised in the air.

    After all, Chu Guang didn''t make it clear that raising two hands was the same as raising one hand.

    However, this kind of trivial matter was not important at all.

    Chu Guang asked Little Seven to register the eight yers who raised their hands first, then went to the locker in the buffer room, took out the weapons locked in the locker and distributed it to them.

    Eight people shared four 7mm revolver rifles, divided into four two-person teams. Each team was responsible for one wall of the base, one person holding a gun and the other holding bullets.

    In addition, each person also carried a wooden bow, nine arrows, a Molotov cocktail, and a DIY grenade made of ck powder and cans.

    Chu Guang especially told them that if the mutants came close, they could shoot or drive them away with a bow and arrow. No shots should be fired when they were not close to the fence, and they should not waste the explosives.

    If it was an unidentified survivor, use a bow and arrow to drive them 30 meters away. If the opponent continued to approach without revealing their intentions, or evenmitted hostile behavior, they were allowed to fire freely.

    If it was a mutant human, they should not hesitate to fire directly.

    They would definitely do the same anyway...

    ...

    Under the envious eyes of other yers, the eight guards stood on the elevator with their heads high and returned to the surface first.

    As the four teams arrived at the wall and took their ce, the rest of the yers were also led by Chu Guang to the ground.

    Outside the nursing home, the gxy shone as bright as fire.

    The eyes of the yers who had never seen such a clear night sky before were wide open, trying to imprint the scene before them in their minds forever.

    "It''s so beautiful..."

    "Is this really a wastnd?"

    "So you can really see clouds at night!"

    "You take the game effects too seriously.¡±

    "It would be nice if I could live in this world forever."

    "Hehe, stop dreaming, if you really came to this world, can you even survive two episodes?"

    "Uh, then forget it."

    "..."

    The ban on cement kilns, st furnaces and other open me facilities at night was lifted.

    With the expansion of the yers'' range of activities, it has be meaningless to try to stay hidden. If he continued doing it, it would be nothing more than self-deception.

    Besides, the dozen or so guns in the base were not toys.

    Chu Guang needed all these production facilities to be working, preferably running 24 hours a day, to maximize production capacity and produce weapons, protective gear, tools, parts, and building materials for the outpost.

    Besides, these yers finally got the chance to go online at night, he couldn¡¯t just let them log into the game doing nothing, right?

    For them, having nothing to do was much more ufortable than doing something!

    On a three-meter-high concrete wall.

    [Rich_elve_king] and [Irene] were responsible for the security work of the southern section of the wall.

    ording to the distribution of forces around the shelter, the south and west sides should be the safest. One was leaning on the scavengers'' colony and the other was leaning on theke, so they didn¡¯t need to be too nervous.

    Even if there were mutants, mutant humans, or marauders, they woulde from the east and the north.

    Unless they knew how to use tactics.

    But was it really necessary?

    The two yers stood behind a cover formed by the door of an old car while looking at the dark forest 20 meters away, passing the time with small chats.

    Irene: "It would be great if this game had a built-in browser. At least, I could watch some anime. But this is really boring, can¡¯t we use bots to guard the wall?"

    Rich_elve_king: "Built-in browser? Haha, I would already be very happy if a visual property panel can be rolled out in the next update. Speaking of which, that damn hamster was right. The alpha 0.4 version really rolled out the concept of defense, but I don''t know when the green-skinned muscle guys will attack us."

    Irene: "How do you know that it was not the devs who added itst minute after seeing the post?¡±

    Rich_elve_king: "How can this be addedst minute? Do you have any ideas about making games? Brother, do you think that this kind of big project that can cost tens of billions of chinese yuan at every turn can be changed easily? ording to the game designer, just to solve the currency system, they held a meeting for three days!"

    Irene: "Of course I know, they even said that they sacrificed a programmer to implement the night gamey. But if you really fell for their tricks, you-¡±

    ¡°Shush!" Rich_elve_king suddenly became alert and made a silencing gesture, "Don¡¯t make any sound...... there¡¯s movement outside?!"

    ¡°Are you serious.."

    Did they really trigger the defense plot?

    The two yers nervously leaned against the cover to hide themselves. While carefully watching the outside, their hands had firmly pulled the bowstring, the arrow also ced on the string.

    Is it a human?

    Or mutants?

    The creepy feeling lingered in their hearts.

    However, it was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.

    Rich_elve_king tried to open his eyes as big as possible, and his [Thermal Vision] scanned along the edge of the forest. However, it was the first time he used this skill that needed to be actively triggered. He was not proficient at all and found nothing.

    Irene couldn''t help urging.

    "Did you see anything, brother?"

    "Can¡¯t see shit! Do you think my eyes are telescopes?" Rich_elve_king cursed, wishing he could be a perception type yer.

    Unfortunately, he was an agile type yer.

    This talent waspletely useless at the moment.

    Ireneforted himself in his heart, at least with these scraps of copper and iron as a cover, and the other party would not be able to see them as well.

    In fact, his judgment was correct.

    The other party really couldn''t see them, so they didn''t act rashly.

    In the forest, a pair of sharp eyes stared at the wall and the man¡¯s gaze moved along the outline of the wall, seeming to be weighing the pros and cons.

    The sound of forging metal and people¡¯s noises could be heard from inside the wall.

    Ten people?

    No, it was a settlement with at least 20 or even 30 people.

    The conversation on the wall stopped abruptly, probably the guards had noticed him.

    It showed that the people here were very vignt!

    A trace of fear was imprinted on those pupils, and he quietly moved back into the darkness behind him, ending this round of scouting...

    His mission was to escort the tribute back, and not to cause extra trouble.

 Chapter 66.1: The Law of the Jungle!

    Chapter 66: The Law of the Jungle!

    "You mean... A new survivor''s stronghold has emerged out of thin air in Linghu Wend Park? Just under our noses?"

    The fire in the brazier flickered.

    The strong bear-like man sat on a human leather chair, leaning his chinzily against his slightly clenched right fist. He looked down at the servant under the steps with a nk expression and listened to the report.

    His name was "Bear", just like the bulging muscles on his body, every inch of his cell seemed to be born for violence.

    Most of the marauders of the Bloodhand n had no names, except for the leader of the n or the ten captains who were given one by the leader.

    ording to the tradition inherited from thest century, the leader of the Bloodhand n often had only one single name.

    For example, his predecessor''s name was "Snake", and he was pecked blind by "Eagle" and thrown into the subway, being eaten by Crunchers.

    Later, the "Eagle" was torn off by the "Bear", his neck crushed, and he was hung on a streetmp and lit with oil.

    By now his corpse had disappeared, and only the ugly head was used to cushion the brazier.

    Thew of the jungle is followed here, and the strong rule.

    And he was undoubtedly the strongest.

    At the same time the most vicious one!

    The man kneeling under the stairs did not dare to look up. He only dared to respond in a low voice.

    "We were dyed for a while when the peasants were preparing the tribute for you. When we set off again it was already the evening. There were mutants foraging near the city, and we were afraid of hurting the tribute those peasants prepared for you, so we took a detour from Linghuke."

    "We thought that that ce was off the beaten path, but I didn''t expect to find someone there as soon as we entered. My partner and I searched thoroughly, and finally found a hidden settlement in a forest."

    "How many people were there?" The leader asked.

    "No more than thirty people!" The man said, his forehead flush against the floor tiles.

    Hearing this number, a trace of contempt appeared in Bear''s eyes. He didn''t seem to be very interested.

    Only thirty people.

    Excluding the old and weak, the people that were capable of fighting might even be less than half of this number.

    This kind of survivor''s stronghold usually had nothing valuable.

    In other words, they didn¡¯t even have the qualifications to be peasants.

    After waiting for a few more days, he would send some of his men over to that stronghold, ughtering the weak and old, capturing both men and women. In winter, when the road was blocked due to heavy snow, he would be able to have some fun with those ves

    If his n ran out of the meat to eat, his people could kill some of them for food.

    "Where''s the tribute?"

    "It has been delivered to your room."

    A smile finally appeared on Bear''s impatient face.

    That smile made people shudder, and even the me in the basin flickered.

    "Very well, you can leave now."

    The man quickly asked. "Then the stronghold by the Linghu Lake..."

    Xiong waved his hand impatiently. "Wait until I wake up tomorrow."

    "Yes..."

    The man nodded his head with a bitter smile, but he didn''t dare toin.

    When you wake up... I''m afraid it will be tomorrow at this time.

    ...

    Early morning.

    On the street not far from Bett Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, nced at the watch on his left hand.

    This was a gadget he bought recently.

    Through the transparent case, he could see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as gears rotating at a constant speed under the hands.

    Not only time, this watch also integrated a series of functions such aspass, speedometer, Geiger counter¡­ Although most of the people who could afford this "luxury" would not use them.

    Liszt couldn''t help but think that maybe it wouldn''t take long for him to get a ticket to the upper ss of Boulder City.

    He has long been tired of the business of trading, especially since the activities of marauders, mutant humans, and mutants had be more frequent in recent years, causing him to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.

    Coupled with dealing with these country folks.

    Maybe I should learn from the people in the inner city; hand over the business to the lower ss, and use the free time to improve my own life.

    What do they call it...

    Yes!

    Leap of ss!

    "Was there no one teaching these ignorant people the concept of punctuality?"

    Two minutes have passed since the agreed time.

    But that person didn''t show up with what he needed.

    Liszt couldn''t help thinking in his heart that maybe the man was dead, after all, mutant leeches were not something that could be dealt with easily.

    At this time, a figure appeared on the corner of the street.

    "Chu Guang asked me toe. He said he had an agreement with you to sell some blue mushrooms to you."

    Yu Hu walked out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he did not bring a weapon, and he was not hostile.

    Chu Guang had asked him before that if he saw "Mr. Liszt''s caravan" appearing on Bett Street, he would need to tell him this and then take him to Linghu Wend Park.

    If the other party refuses, then forget it.

    Liszt''s eyes narrowed.

    "Where is he?"

    "He can''te here," Yu Hu shook his head. "He has left Bett Street and now lives with hispanions."

    It took Liszt about three seconds to weigh the risk and reward involved.

    Twenty kilograms of Blue Umbre Mushroom was already worth his risk.

    "Lead the way."

    Yu Hu nodded cautiously.

    "Please follow me."

 Chapter 66.2

    The average temperature outside the shelter today has dropped to thirteen degrees, which was still a bit ufortable for the people who lived in the humid south.

    The swishing cold wind made people shiver all over.

    The shelter''s jacket was made of a special self-adaptive thermal conductive material, which felt simr to rubber upon touching, but was as light and soft as chemical fiber. In the range of 5 to 35 degrees, the performance of the material itself could be used to achieve heat instion at low temperatures and heat conduction at high temperatures.

    Therefore, some people were energetic even in the cold wind, and a certain lizardman was frozen to the point that his connection got cut off...

    "Sure enough, this game is still not real enough," Night Ten said with a light sigh, looking at the sky, "I''m from the south. In this kind of cold and windy weather, how can I not feel anything?"

    "I dare you to take off your clothes!" Mr. Garbage challenged, shivering from the cold. He was now wrapped in a thick deerskin coat, bouncing constantly to warm himself up.

    Night Ten nced at him, as if looking at an idiot.

    "Why should I do this?"

    Mr. Garbage: "%&@!"

    Although the weather was getting colder, it was still a happy day for Bull and Horse Squad.

    Just before they went offline yesterday, their total deposits had reached 200 silver coins, which was enough to buynd.

    As for why they were not online during the day?

    One of the reasons was that Gale and Old White both needed to go to work during the day and only had time to y games at night. Another reason was because ording to Ample Time''s analysis, when they log into the game during the day, it would be night time in the game. They would not be able to go hunting at night. Therefore, it was better to stay offline and save the character''s "energy".

    Day time was the home court of the Hunter yers!

    "Dear Administrator, we want to buy a piece ofnd."

    When they came to the administrator, Ample Time spoke respectfully, offering the silver coins that he and his teammates had earned over a few days.

    "This is 200 silver coins. Together, my teammates and I add up to a total of 20 square meters."

    The nearby onlookers cast envious nces at Ample Time.

    200 silver coins!

    It was enough to buy two guns!

    Reaching out to take the money bag in Ample Time''s hand, Chu Guang nodded, then took out the small notebook and handed it to Ample Time, speaking in a business-like tone.

    "The plots purchased by individuals must be adjacent, and the length and width must not be three times different, and the shape must be square. The plots purchased in a group can bebined and calcted together. In addition, pay attention to the reconstruction and construction, it must not damage the facilities in the base or affect other residents."

    Normal people wouldn''t enclose a weird shape, but yers sometimes couldn''t be treated as normal people. Anyway, exining the setting and the rules in detail would save himself a lot of time in the future.

    He would also teach this to Little Seven in a while.

    After all, it was troublesome for him to exin to yers every time.

    "Any location is okay?" If it was possible, Ample Time wanted to acquire the piece ofnd directly at the front door and connect it to the only exit of the resurrection point.

    Chu Guang said.

    "Only within the scope of nning."

    The main roads leading from the nursing home to the four gates were thend reserved for roads, and the open space at the front entrance of the nursing home was also marked as a square... These were all written on the notebook.

    Ample Time took a look at the notebook. Although it had been anticipated, there was still some regret in his heart.

    Sure enough, degree of freedom was a rtive concept, especially in online games. The dev wouldn''t allow yers to take advantage of it. After all, there was more than one person ying on a server.

    Even if someone took advantage of the loopholes, they would be fixed like fixing BUGs.

    s.

    I really want to y the stand-alone version of Wastnd Online.

    It must be so satisfying!

    After some thoughts, the Bull And Horse Squad finally chose a piece ofnd of 30 square meters closest to the main entrance of the nursing home.

    As for why it was 30 square meters, it was because Mr. Garbage and Brother Mosquito also recently joined in.

    In fact, Mr. Garbage didn''t have 50 silver coins, but Brother Mosquito lent 40 silver coins to him, which was just enough after adding his own 10 silver coins.

    Mr. Garbage said with a touched face.

    "Man! Thank you!"

    "You''re wee, interest is 2 silver coins a month."

    "What the hell! Interest?!"

    "Of course?" Brother Mosquito rolled his eyes at him, thenughed, "I only charge you 5% in a month, which is already kind enough. Just consider it your housing mortgage."

    Mr. Garbage: "Damn you!"

    Brother Mosquito: "What did you say?"

    Mr. Garbage: "I mean thank you!"

    Is this guy really selling furniture in reality?

    Not only did he know how to make gunpowder, but he also knew how to make bows and crossbows, and now, he became a loan shark...

    Chu Guang had a strange expression while standing beside him. He always felt that this man seemed to know everything, but he couldn''t say anything.

    Forget it. Whatever he does in "reality" is not my problem.

    Anyway, he was just an NPC with no emotions in this game.

    "Dear Administrator!"

    "Are you here to buynd too?" Chu Guang asked, looking at the yer in front of him.

    "Uh, I want to buy it, but I haven''t saved enough money and contribution points yet," the yer scratched his head embarrassedly, then remembered his original purpose of calling the administrator, and said quickly, "A lot of people came to the south of the nursing home. There seems to be about ten of them!"

    Chu Guang was slightly stunned.

    "So many people?"

    And it was from the south.

    Could it be...

    "There are more than twenty cows! There are a lot of things on the cows'' back!"

    Before the yer could finish speaking, Chu Guang immediately picked up 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them into his hand.

    "Go to the warehouse to get 20 kilograms of blue mushrooms. Take them to the south gate to wait for me."

    Happily taking the reward, the yer respectfully epted the task.

    "Yes! Dear Administrator!"

 Chapter 67.1: Generators and Exoskeletons

    Chapter 67: Generators and Exoskeletons

    Outside the south gate.

    Twenty or so cows driven by nine well-equipped gunmen stopped at a distance of 50 meters from the south gate.

    On the premise that there was no basis for trust, this was a rtively safe distance for both parties.

    There were a lot of yers nearby, some cutting trees and some transporting stones. Seeing this group of people, they stopped their work, watched from not far away and whispered.

    "Look at that man''s arm, it is a prosthetic arm?"

    "Prosthetic arm my ass. It is a bionic arm!"

    "Does it make any difference?"

    "The difference is¡­ It is more cyberpunk in this way. And if you look from the left, the second person¡¯s eyes are entirely mechanical! I bet it¡¯s not just mechanical prostheses, they must have installed imntable plug-ins or bionic organs!"

    "Did you see their gun? That scorpion-shaped barrel is so cool!"

    "Wuwu¡­ When can I buy such a cool weapon?"

    "Don''t think too much, the devs just took them out to show you at the moment. It might require you to be at least level 10 to be able to buy it."

    The people in the caravan did the same. They all looked at these people in blue coats with a weird look.

    They had been to many ces with their boss, the furthest they had been to being the prosperous far east coast. They had seen at least more than ten shelters along the way, but they had never seen such a weird one.

    "What are they doing?"

    "I guess they¡¯re building a house."

    "Aren''t they living underground?"

    "... Maybe they¡¯ve grown tired of it?"

    "Maybe the coats they¡¯re wearing were picked up from somewhere."

    Liszt didn''t care what those people in front of him were thinking, his face full of impatience.

    These country folks who had never seen the world were all like that; curious and wanting to see everything regardless of whether it was polite to stare at others.

    But the blue coats on them were a bit interesting. He had never heard of a shelter near Linghu Wend Park.

    However, looking at how they were struggling to build a house, they were probably a smallmunity with a low level shelter which usually amodated between 1 and 100 people. This kind of shelter typically did not have a fully circr ecosystem and was equipped with, at most, a few hyper-sleep chambers.

    Maybe they had finished their food supply, or their shelter''s electricity ran out that they had no choice but toe to the surface to survive.

    Perhaps there would be a new location to his trade map.

    Liszt thought.

    At this time, Xu Hu had already trotted to the south gate and said to Chu Guang who was walking out of the gate.

    "Brother Chu, I''ve brought the caravan of Mr. Liszt here... Be careful."

    The scavengers on Bett Street didn''t know Liszt''s full name.

    For them, this kind of big figure was at the same level as the town mayor, and they wouldn''t talk to them normally. Also, Big Brother Chu was more approachable. Not only did he be a neighbor with people like them for a while, but he didn''t look down on them after he left.

    "I will."

    Chu Guang nodded, expressing his understanding, and then walked forward with a few yers.

    Seeing that the plot was triggered, the surrounding yers quieted down quickly. Those who were still noisy were also stopped by other yers.

    "I always thought you were a scavenger on Bett Street. It seems that I misjudged you." Liszt smiled faintly, and said in a pleasant tone, "It seems that I have made the right investment again."

    "I am very happy that you can think of it this way," Chu Guang signaled to the yer next to him to put the sacks on the ground, and went straight to the point without talking nonsense, "These are the goods you want, you can weigh them."

    Liszt made a gesture to the man next to him.

    The man with electronic eyes and bionic arms moved forward. He stretched out the alloy-made right hand and took a sack, then looked back at his boss and nodded.

    A happy smile appeared on Liszt''s face.

    "Very well, you fulfilled your promise. It seems that my efforts toe here were not in vain."

    Then, he signalled to several other subordinates to unload the goods ordered by Chu Guang from the back of the cows and moved them next to the sack of blue Umbre Mushrooms.

    Among them, the 10KW wood powered generator was disassembled into parts and contained in two boxes. In another box that was half a human height, there was a KV-1 power exoskeleton.

    "There are instructions in the box. We purchased the goods directly from the manufacturer, and we do not provide assembly services. We only guarantee that every part mentioned in the instructions is contained in the box... In fact, there are not many. You can count on the spot. But that exoskeleton is already assembled, you can open it and try it.¡±

    Even if he didn¡¯t say anything, Chu Guang would do the same.

    After all, there was no such thing as after-sales service on the wastnd.

    First, he checked the parts of the generator twice with the instruction manual, and then he took out the exoskeleton from the box and put it on his body.

    The weight of this thing was very light, the total weight was estimated to be less than 30 kg, and it looked like a skeleton.

    It could be said that all the ces that should be exposed were exposed, and the ces that should not be exposed were also exposed. The only ces that looked sturdy may be the alloy humerus on the arms and the alloy ribs on the chest protector.

    "You''d better not expect it to help you block bullets. The main structure of the KV-1 powered exoskeleton is made of aluminum alloy and a small amount of special stic steel. It is characterized by its excellent lightweight and power design. Twelve motor groups can react in milliseconds and provide users with an additional load of 200 kg."

    "In addition, there is a battery life of up to 12 hours, and an adaptive walking system... Of course, these are the most basic functions, and you can refer to the manual for details."

    "If you must use it to fight, remember to install more steel tes to it. I have seen mercenaries do this at the expense of some mobility."

    Chu Guang read the instructions carefully.

 Chapter 67.2

    To sum up, this thing could be very helpful in moving bricks. Its endurance raked A, explosive power ranked C, maneuverability was OK. As for basic protection, it basically had none, but the skeleton design provided users with imagination, and people could weld steel tes or weapons on it if necessary.

    It was equivalent to the engine of a tank and the chassis of a tractor.

    Maybe there had been too many of the former ones produced, so people just changed them and sold them to mercenaries or manualborers.

    Chu Guang estimated that the cost of this thing would not be too high, probably the kind that even Xia Yan could afford to buy after she seriously tried to save money before she met Chu Guang.

    Chu Guang couldn''t help but start to wonder, is this thing really worth 800 chips?

    After all, the purchasing power of the chips issued by Boulder City was still rtively strong.

    "Are you done testing? I have to remind you that the battery life is only 12 hours. You don''t need to have it on all the time. You should turn off the power when you don''t really need it. You can just treat it as an exercise." Liszt couldn''t help urging Chu Guang to hurry up after seeing that he didn''t seem to want to stop anytime soon.

    The longer he stayed here, the more time he would waste. Since the transaction had beenpleted, he didn''t want to stay here a second longer.

    "Yes¡­ I''m quite satisfied." Chu Guang nodded, turned off the power, and took off the exoskeleton.

    This thing could be sold to yers in the future.

    He believed that with their creativity, this thing could be very useful in many ways.

    When he had the chance, he would organize a caravan to buy a batch of goods in Boulder City. It was best to use the remaining Blue Umbre Mushroom to exchange it. It should be possible to exchange more than what he bought from Liszt.

    Liszt didn''t know what Chu Guang was thinking at the moment. In his opinion, the 20kg Blue Umbre Mushrooms should be all the mushrooms that this survivor''s stronghold could get for nearly half a month, and it may have taken a few lives to get them.

    With just a wood powered generator and an exoskeleton, he could exchange so many Blue Umbre Mushrooms, for him, this trip was really worth it.

    "It''s a great pleasure to work with you. By the way, what else do you need? I have some good things left here. Salt, weapons, and some daily necessities, take a look, you might find something you need. Even if you don''t need it, yourpanions may need it."

    When saying this, Liszt raised his voice slightly.

    However, to his surprise, the people around him did not respond to his words, they still looked at them curiously.

    "What did that NPC say?"

    "I don''t know. Just ignore what he says, anyway, this is like a movie without subtitles."

    "Wow, our administrator got an exoskeleton!"

    "Let''s focus on moving bricks and help the administrator to get a full-armor exoframe. Isn''t it cooler than an exoskeleton?"

    "I have to admit that the details of this game are really great. yers'' behavior will advance the progress of the game, the progress of the game will increase the prosperity of the base, and the equipment of the NPC will also be changed. They are all linked!"

    "I really hope that the operation team of this game can release this game soon!"

    Liszt''s face was filled with confusion.

    What are these people talking about? Why is there no one interested in what he sells?

    Chu Guang held back his urge tough and coughed slightly, ending his embarrassment.

    "We will buy other things."

    "But I don''t have much chips here, I''m afraid I can only barter with you."

    "It''s okay," Liszt resumed hisposure and said. " Bartering things is exactly what I expected."

    In addition to the generator and exoskeleton previously ordered, Liszt''s caravan brought a lot of good things.

    For example, some 9mm or 7mm bolt-action rifles.

    Chu Guang found out that the 80% of the stuff this guy sold was the guns or parts that were eliminated from the Boulder City arsenal.

    For example, the barrel of the 9mm iron-barreled rifle was obviously the same model as the 9mm pistol used by Xia Yan before, and even the rifling matched.

    The receiver was more interesting.

    The receiver of the 9mm iron-barreled rifle was highly simr to the 9mm pistol, having almost the same air-conducting structure, while the former only had one less piston than thetter. It was equivalent to changing from semi-automatic to automatic and lengthening the gun barrel.

    Using in-game terms; the jam rate is reduced, the uracy of the middle range is improved, and the power of the middle and short distance is slightly increased.

    The barrel and receiver of the 7mm iron-barreled rifle were simr to the 7mm assault rifle repaired by Xia Yan before. It had almost the same idea, changing the automatic to the bolt action, and changing the automatic firing to a single shot.

    Anyway, the rate of fire was not that important to the survivors in the countryside. Cheap and powerful was the requirement of most wastnders.

    After some selection, Chu Guang bought two bolt-action iron barrel rifles of each caliber.

    Although Liszt insisted on the unit price of 200 chips at first, but after Chu Guang mentioned the "secret" of these two rifles and told him that a well-made assault rifle could be bought in the store with only 150 chips, Liszt finallypromised.

    By the way, this price was told to him by Xia Yan.

    "You don''t know... what we experienced along the way when we transported these things from Boulder City! There are countless mutants and robbers hidden in this ruin. And I brought them all the way here to you for only 150 chips. Is that too much? Not at all!"

    "We like to do business with honest people. The receiver and the barrel of the assault rifles with 150-point chips on the shelf are worth up to 50 chips at most. What about your cost? It''s only 30 or even 20 chips for you at most. After all, I don''t expect you to use the best parts to make these things. 80% of them are mostly scraps eliminated from the production line."

    "This is nder!" Liszt blushed, angrily. Clearly, Chu Guang was correct.

    Chu Guang smiled and said.

    "I prefer to call it rational analysis. By the way, migrating reindeer and hyenas are different. They don''t belong here, and they don''t go deep into the city. Instead, they move to the southeast along the edge of Qingquan City. Let me guess. Guess... Wild animal skins should sell well in your ce, right? Why don''t you bring some deer leashes back. You should be able to make a fortune."

    If it was just for a few pieces of rubbish, there was no need to go north. After all, there were obviously more good things to be found in the ruins of the city.

    Liszt said stiffly. "I know. I don''t need you to teach me."

    "How about 8 deerskins for 4 rifles and 120 rounds of ammunition? I remember thest time you gave me 30 rounds of ammunition for one gun."

    "Hehe, the pricest time was 200 chips. So don''t even think about it. It needs to be at least 12!"

    "Twelve? Are you talking about hyena skin? If it''s deerskin, then you might have to add 2 kilograms of coarse salt."

    "Who wants hyena skin? You are crazy. Even vampires are not as greedy as you!" Liszt cursed, but he only cursed.

    Those nobledies and richdies living in the inner city were always eager for the beautiful fur and the adventure stories behind them. Those big shots also liked to use these rare and hard-to-obtain objects to show their power and wealth.

    These deerskins would definitely be popr once he transported them back.

    Thinking of this, he finally nodded reluctantly.

    "I have to look at the goods first."

    Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

    "Sure."...................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 68.1: Is the Dev Planning a Campaign?

    Chapter 68: Is the Dev nning a Campaign?

    Twelve deerskins were the entire inventory of the shelter, and three of them were obtained from the Yu family.

    There were no problems with the quality of the deerskin. Both the coat color and thepleteness were considered excellent. After thinking about it, Liszt finally nodded, reluctantly.

    "Deal."

    The two sides then exchanged supplies.

    Before leaving, Liszt and Chu Guang shook hands and showed a pleasant smile from their faces.

    "Goodbye my friend. Next time we see each other, it should be spring."

    Chu Guang also smiled faintly. "We will always be here, take care."

    "You too."

    Suddenly remembering something, Liszt continued,

    "By the way, I heard that there is a Marauder camp in the north. It seems to be called the Bloodhand n. There are roughly sixty to seventy people. It''s not a good idea to settle here. Even if they like to loot the ces in the north more, it will be a matter of time before they find this ce... Anyway, it''s better to be careful, and see you next time!"

    With these words, Liszt left with his caravan.

    Chu Guang watched the caravan disappear into the woods and turned back to walk inside the wall.

    Of course he knew that this ce was not a good ce to stay.

    If there was a choice, Chu Guang would have definitely looked for a better ce to settle down, preferably the kind that was suitable for farming and mining, and without any dangerous elements around.

    It was a pity that this was not "Civilization". He could restart that game if he didn''t have a good location in the beginning, but the shelter was built two centuries ago¡ªhe couldn''t do anything.

    Going back inside the wall.

    Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu, took out a white chip from his pocket and handed it to him.

    "Thank you, you helped me a lot."

    When Chu Guang took out his chip, Yu Hu''s expression changed and he waved his hand quickly.

    "No, no. What are you doing? I can''t take it," he said hurriedly.

    Then as if he suddenly remembered something, he rummaged in his pocket for a while before he found a piece of aluminum foil the size of a thumb nail.

    "By the way, my elder brother has recovered from his injury, so my father asked me to return the rest¡ª"

    Seeing that this guy refused to ept it, Chu Guang sighed and took the chip back.

    "Okay, since you insist, I won''t give it to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don''t have a shortage of this thing."

    After spending some time, he finally persuaded this straightforward young man. Watching him disappear into the forest, Chu Guang wondered whether he should sell some of his medicines.

    ording to rumors, otherrge and medium-sized shelters seemed to be more involved in the pharmaceutical business?

    After all,rger shelters would have a dispensing room; some were even equipped with arge drug library.

    Of course, those were just rumors, they shouldn''t be taken seriously.

    Even in the era of information explosion, the authenticity of every message could not be verified, let alone here?

    These days, the yers were fairly diligent. On average, he could save five to seven reward points every day. And so far, he already had twenty-two points.

    To assign the task of assembling the generator to the yers, Chu Guang turned and went back to the shelter.

    When he turned on the system and entered the [Administrator Log] page, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

    [The side mission ispleted. ]

    [Reward: Reward points +100. ]

    Faced with this sudden reward, Chu Guang was stunned.

    ''My goodness.''

    This side mission had been dyed for so long that he only remembered that the outpostcked a generator, but forgot the mission reward.

    "I''m rich!"

    Chu Guang was thrilled.

    ...

    About 1.7 kilometers north of Linghu Wend Park.

    A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins and with dark red paint on their faces were walking along the ruins of the viaduct, heading south.

    They were holding strange-shaped iron-barreled rifles in their hands, instead of carrying them on their backs, which made it seem like they were ready for a battle.

    The mutant mice on the road fled one after another, and asionally a few mutant cockroaches the size of a puppy would rush over. But they were either trampled to death by them with one foot or were smashed to death with the rifle stock.

    However, this also made a lot of noise.

    In addition, because this group of people didn''t have good discipline, the conversation they had along the way could be heard from far away.

    Several yers who were transporting stones from the construction site soon noticed them. They immediately threw their cart on the side of the road and went into hiding.

    "Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs¡­ They look like hostile NPCs."

    "I think so too... They are a bit like marauders." [Sideline_cking] also looked tense and clenched the knife in his pocket tightly.

    Although this did not bring him much sense of security.

    "Damnit, are we really getting the war campaign?! Were Devs lurking in the forum all day long?"

    "After a wave of rational analysis¡­ I think he can hear us in the game."

    "Dev is my father!"

    "Hush, stop talking, you two!" [Big_eyes_in_debt] nced at his two teammates beside him and said in a low voice, "Old Brick, you go report it."

    "Screw you, why don''t you go?"

    "I''m an intelligence type! I cannot outrun them! Besides, a strength type will do much better at long-distance running. You just need to be careful."

    "Then, why don''t you ask Sideline cking to do it?"

    "He is a perception type, you idiot! Don''t talk nonsense, hurry up! There is a reward for reporting valuable information. Have you forgotten?"

    Hearing that there was a reward, the young construction site boy was finally willing to move.

    His heart was beating so badly, he hid behind the advertising board, walked around a full two hundred meters, and then started to run into the forest at his full speed after the group of marauders disappeared from his sight.

    When he arrived at the outpost, the neers were still cutting trees, the old yers were just returning with their prey, and there were others at the market entrance setting up stalls while thinking about what to eat for lunch.

    It was an extremely peaceful scene.

    Ignoring his beating heart, the young man from the construction site, who rushed to the gate, shouted loudly,

    "Marauder! Marauder attack!"

    Hearing his bellow, everyone near the wall was confused and didn''t figure out what was going on.

    "Huh? What marauders?"

    "Where is the administrator?! Hurry up, go and tell him!" The boy said intermittently, breathing heavily, with his hands on his knees.

    "I''m right here." Chu Guang walked out of the door with water still hanging from his eyebrows, and looked at the yer in front of him with a serious face, "You mean marauders?"

    "Yes! They have around ten people! They areing to us from the north side, everyone is carrying guns. And there are three dogs as well!"

    Chu Guang''s face changed slightly. Leaving the matter of opening the blind boxes, he immediately ordered the yers next to him.

    "Let all the yers near the outposte back! Go!"

 Chapter 68.2

    "Yes!"

    Several yers ran away with eagerness, with no worry on their faces, but a little excitement instead.

    "Siege war! War campaign!"

    Unexpectedly, Devs nned such a fun activity for them!

    However, they didn''t know that a certain game designer was very worried at this moment.

    Walking to the weapon shop in a stride, Chu Guang picked up the dozing weapon shop proprietress, carried her on his shoulders, and took her two crutches in his left hand.

    "Ya! What are you doing, in such broad daylight¡ª" Shocked by this sudden movement, Xia Yan, who had just woken up from her sleep, blushed and struggled a few times, but Chu Guang ignored her.

    "Shut up."

    Chu Guang put Xia Yan down, next to the elevator on the first floor of the nursing home, and returned the crutches to her. She had a bewildered look on her face when he stared at her and said calmly,

    "If they manage to break in, you will go into the elevator and wait. I will take you down when Ie back. If I don''te back, don''t make any noise and find a ce to hide."

    The elevator to the underground needed the administrator''s authorization to start. Chu Guang temporarily locked the elevator. After all, he reserved this exit for himself.

    Xia Yan nodded, not very flustered, at least not as flustered as she usually was when facing him.

    "I see... Wait, break in? Who?"

    "Marauder¡ª" Before his words fell, there was a gunshot from far away, followed by two more shots. Based on the sound, it seemed like two to three hundred meters away.

    Chu Guang''s expression darkened, and the flow of blood in his body began to elerate.

    ''Marauders!''

    ''...areing!''

    ...

    Outside the north gate.

    The marauders that were scattered in a line were holding guns in their hands, shouting loudly, while advancing toward the north gate, shooting any fleeing survivors they saw.

    They had a wide variety of weapons, ranging from revolver rifles picked up from merchants to semi-automatic rifles snatched from mercenaries, or simply DIY iron-barreled rifles.

    No matter what kind of weapon, in this jungle terrain, it was not so easy to hit anything from two hundred meters away.

    Even after a few gunshots, none of the yers fell to the ground. Several survivors by the wall slipped back into the gate, and several wooden stalls at the gate were damaged.

    However, the oue of the battle was not originally based on how many people were killed in the battle, but rather on getting the opponent topletely give up resistance.

    These marauders knew this well.

    The art of fear had been yed to the extreme by them.

    The intensive gunfire and the resulting suppression of firepower almost had devastating effects on the morale of non-professional soldiers.

    In a 30-person survivor stronghold, only one-third of people were capable of fighting normally. In rare cases, half of the stronghold was able to fight.

    There was no need to kill the fleeing survivors on the spot, these rats would run around, bring the gue called fear back to theirir, andpletely destroy their will to resist.

    Amongst the smallmunities of survivors plundered by them, generally, less than one-tenth of the survivors actually died in the shootout.

    Perhaps these people would have the courage to hide behind the bunker and fire a few symbolic shots back, but it would not take long before their morale copsed and they escaped through other doors.

    At that time, the elderly, children, and women would be left behind, and it was impossible for the young people who had fled to outrun the hounds they brought.

    There was often only one final fate for this kind of survivor stronghold.

    To be ughtered.

    Or to be enved!

    "Hahaha! Look at those cowards, they fled like a mouse as soon as they heard the gunshot!"

    A brawny man with bare arms carried a 9mm iron-barreled rifle in his hands andughed loudly while firing, with a hideous face that gleamed with excitement.

    As the squad leader of the Bloodhand n, his name was Badger, which was given by his leader himself. Most of the nine people under hismand were his trusted subordinates.

    The bloodlines of the Marauder tribe were usually chaotic. They did not produce, advocated violence, and lived by looting and extortion. Therefore, there was no traditional concept of family, let alone a couple or spouse.

    Take the bloodhand n as an example. If a child was born, the strong baby boy would be epted as the n member, and the rest would be ves. They would either engage inbor or be used as a reproductive tool, so there were often children with the same mother but a different father, or the same father but a different mother.

    These n members often acted in groups like wolves, and the bravest among them would be appointed by the leader as the squad leader. And their n members would also benefit from their leader''s promotion, bing marauder veterans or elites, and getting more rights to control their own spoils.

    "Haha, the blue coats? It seems that we will have a lot of fun!"

    Anky man replied with a strange smile, and at the same time he loaded the shotgun in his hand and continued to fire at the cover on the wall.

    "The same as always, kill all the young and old, and the men, cut off their index fingers and tie them up."

    "Boss, what about the women?"

    "The first one to break into the gate picks first. We only stay for two hours. Two hourster, the ones who are still alive will be taken away. ."

    "Oh, oh, oh!"

    Fifty meters away!

    The opponent hasn''t responded yet!

    The corner of Badger''s mouth raised a cruel smile.

    He knew what these survivors were thinking. They were waiting for them toe out of the forest, and then fire back through the cover.

    If what he guessed was correct, those people were already holding guns and waiting behind the covers on the wall.

    However...

    Would he be so stupid to let his subordinates rush up?

    "Come! Light them up to liven up the atmosphere!"

    "Yes sir!"

    The marauder, who rushed to the front, ignited the Molotov cocktail in his hand, and under the cover of the firepower of his teammates, he sprinted a short distance and threw the Molotov cocktail out.

    The me left an arc in the air and fell on the cover of the three-meter-high wall.

    Sparks were scattered everywhere, and the rusty cover was quickly ignited and was burned by the mes.

    Then came the second one, then the third one. The fire on the wall quickly joined together, leaving not many ces to stand.

    However, to the surprise of these marauders, the screams they expected did not erupt, and no one fell from behind the cover.

    It was like...

    No one was hiding behind those covers from the beginning?

    Badger frowned, feeling something was amiss in his heart.

    ''Did these people even give up struggling?''

    ''Seriously?''

    ''Normally, people from the stronghold would fight back, right?...''

    That trace of confusion soon turned into contempt.

    However, just as he was about to order his men toe forward and break the wooden gate with explosives, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the forest.

    It was like some kind of offensive signal!

    Almost at the same time, intensive gunfire rained down from both sides.

    The "swishing" bullets almost scratched Badger''s scalp, making him lie down behind a fairly thick stump hurriedly.

    ''uracy?''

    It''s nonexistent.

    But people were made of meat after all, and no matter how powerful they were, they would still be afraid of being killed by guns.

    He shouted, with a voice that sounded almost hoarse,

    "Spread out!"

    "Retreat one hundred meters!!"

    "Quick!!!"

 Chapter 69.1: Surrounded by the Fat Sheep?

    Chapter 69: Surrounded by the Fat Sheep?

    Morale?

    Despair?

    Fear?

    Anyone can have those emotions.

    But it is impossible for the yers!

    They may not be well-trained soldiers, but they are born warriors.

    The threat of death is meaningless to them. Instead of bringing them any fear, the gunfire ignited their desire for battle, experience, and spoils.

    Remove their mask of being civilized, and they be a natural disaster.

    Just like the undead without the fear of death!

    Marauders?

    Fuck them!

    It''s been a long time since the server has opened, and finally it''s time for some exciting activities!

    "Fire at will! Repeat, fire at will!"

    "Attention teams, you are facing the most vicious people in this wastnd. The rules and methods of civilized people do not apply to them. Do not be merciful! Use any means you can think of, and eliminate them all!"

    "Fight them until they kneel on the ground begging for mercy!"

    For this battle, Chu Guang mobilized 34 reserves.

    And this was almost everyone near the base at the moment!

    Fifteen revolver rifles, armed with thirty people.

    Two yers shared a rifle and 15 rounds of 7mm bullets, while the other held a bow and arrows and threw objects to prepare for support in the back row.

    If a teammate fell to the ground, the substitute would take over.

    If the ammunition ran out, then they would fight in melee!

    Thirty yers were divided into fifteen teams, which were then divided into two groups to shoot out from the east gate and the west gate and spread out towards the north gate.

    Since there was no radiomand, it was agreed for the sound of the whistle to be the signal.

    The other four current yers with the highest contributions were led by Chu Guang himself, carrying the 7mm and 9mm bolt-action rifles they just bought. Each still carried 15 rounds of ammunition, outnking this group of marauders from the rear side.

    When the whistle sounded, the gunshots became the only sound in the whole woond. Bullets whizzed through the sky, the sound of explosions were everywhere, and no one could hear what each other was talking about.

    But this was not important!

    For yers who were not affected by morale, the more chaotic the battle situation, the more excited they were, and the more beneficial it was. There were only 30 of them, but they actually showed the momentum of 60 people, surrounding a mere ten marauderspletely.

    If it wasn''t for the fact that only the death penalty was exempted with the resurrection CD still in ce, they probably would''ve drawn their javelins, axes, small benches and charged out long ago.

    "Bait them! Bait them! Don''t stand still, let''s push them from south to the north. It''s noon, they are facing the sun, we have the advantage!"

    "Let''s outnk them from the left and smoke them on the right. They will think they are surrounded!"

    "Why are you shouting so loudly! Are you not afraid of being heard by them?"

    "Heard my ass, they don''t understand!"

    "Fuck, it makes sense!"

    "Damn, this is much more exciting than squad!"

    "Fuck, I think I¡¯ve been hit... Huh? It really doesn''t hurt at all?"

    The marauders in front of the north gate werepletely stunned.

    They weren''t a regr army in the first ce. They were just bandits. The people they met before were all cowards, which could be defeated easily. They had ever seen people fight like this. It was as if the more fierce the battle was, the more excited they were.

    "How many people exactly do they have??"

    "I don''t know! Fuck! Is this really a survivor base with only thirty people?! Why do I feel¡­ like they have more than thirty people surrounding us!"

    "What the hell, how do I feel that they are more like bandits than us!"

    Only having time to retreat fifty meters, the marauders that had just dispersed were firmly pressed to the ground, lying behind the cover and not daring to move; they could barely fight back.

    The bullets flew over their scalps, apanied by the mes and smoke of explosives, and asionally arrows, stones, and javelins that passed through the smoke.

    The air was full of pungent sulfur.

    They didn''t even know which direction the bullets came from. All they felt was that there were people and gunshots in all directions.

    "The enemy is on our wings! Damn it! They¡¯re trying to surround us!"

    "What the hell?! They¡¯re just cowards. They dare to surround us?!"

    "Fuck, how dare theye out of the wall!"

    The squad leader named Badger waspletely stunned.

    Obviously, he was the attacker, right? So why was he surrounded by the other side instead?

    He had looted at least ten survivor strongholds. Among them, there had been those which had as few as one to two households to those as many as nearly a hundred households, but they had never seen such a tenacious and ridiculous resistance.

    Good god.

    Are those people all soldiers??

    Badger could feel that the opponent had inferior equipment and terrible marksmanship. However, his men werepletely suppressed by them.

    The ominous premonition grew stronger, and the thought of retreat already emerged in his heart.

    But these people obviously did not want to let them go.

    The gunshots clearly moved towards their side and rear, and they got closer and closer. If they couldn''t break out, soon they would face encirclement and suppression in three directions.

    Realizing this, the blood in Badger''s heart boiled.

    His eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and mounted a bay on the iron barrel rifle in his hand.

    "Fuck it! I''ll fight them to death!"

    However, just as he was thinking about this, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind the cover not far away.

    The person carried a big and strange device in his hand. Its overall structure was made up of wooden barrels and iron pipes, just like... arge watering can?

    The man put the device in his hand on the ground, set up the wooden bipod with the nozzle, and pointed the spout towards him. At the same time, he was muttering something under his breath, apanied by an almost crazy smile.

    Badger naturally did not understand.

    However, the nearby yers heard what was said clearly and instinctively avoided the lunatic.

    "Hahahaha! Feel the heat of my creation!"

    A long and narrow stream of fire spouted from the mouth of the iron pipe and drenched the center of the marauder''s position.

    Although the spraying fire rain did not set anyone on fire, it ignited the surrounding leaves and formed a sea of ??mes that divided the battlefield.

    Thick smoke rolled up.

    The burnt ground was zing!

    There was smoke everywhere, making these marauders unable to aim easily.

    Brother Mosquito only had time to spray once before he immediately dropped his "Hellfire 0.2" and ran away.

    He had no choice but to run.

    This thing was very fun to spray, but the pressure from the chamber was not enough/ The fire rushed back along with the fuel, almost lighting him up.

    Before Brother Mosquito ran far away, his "Hellfire 0.2" exploded with a bang.

    Fortunately, the surrounding yers distanced themselves early, so no one was hurt.

    ...................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 69.2

    Although it was only sprayed once, its effect was obviously achieved.

    The mes raging on the battlefield almost scorched air around marauders, bing thest straw that crushed the psychological defenses of the marauders.

    The loud whistle sounded again; it was the horn signalling to charge.

    The yers who had formed the encirclement had almost run out of the bullets. The ground was full of smoke and fire, but this made them even more excited.

    After hearing the whistle, they all roared and rushed out of the covers as if they were on drugs. They picked up javelins, axes¡ªand even bricks!¡ªandunched a charge under the cover of screams and thick smoke.

    The encircled marauders had never seen such a battle. It had always been them attacking other people. No one has ever attacked them like this.

    They could no longer maintain their morale anymore.

    These bandits began to flee from the outermost periphery.

    One of the three hounds was killed by Mr. Garbage, another was scared away by the big green lizard, and thest one was shot to death while escaping.

    Seeing the teammates who fell one after another, Badger fell into despair and tremblingly dropped the weapon in his hand. He knelt on the ground and raised his hands.

    "Stop!"

    "We surrender!"

    ...

    In principle, marauders rarely surrender; after all, they had never treated captives well, so no one would treat them well.

    But the blue coats these people were wearing gave Badger a false sense of hope.

    If there is a chance to live, who wants to die?

    They themselves were not firm believers.

    The battlested less than fifteen minutes before it was over.

    Hearing the gunshots from the base, nearby yers continued to run back to support and tacitly joined in the encirclement and suppression of the marauders.

    As a result, the number of people on Chu Guang''s side increased from the initial 34 to 45, the morale rising with it.

    After the battle, Chu Guang led the yers to put out the open mes in the forest then cleaned the battlefield and counted the casualties.

    Originally, he had already made ns to use the active matter reserve, but he did not expect that these yers'' performance exceeded his expectations.

    Although seven were injured, none of them died.

    The most severely injured was a physique type yer, who was shot in the thigh during the charge.

    Fortunately, the bullet passed straight through without hurting the arteries or bones. Due to the shielding of over-limit pain, when he realized it, the wound had stopped bleeding, and even the bandage was not needed.

    As for the marauder''s side, it could be said to be quite miserable. Out of the ten, five people were killed on the spot, two were severely wounded and bleeding to death, and the remaining three were captured with minor wounds.

    The only fly in the ointment was that the battle consumed more than two hundred rounds of bullets, which was the equivalent of one trade, causing Chu Guang to feel distressed for a while.

    These yers really didn''t save him any bullets at all, and they couldn''t wait to use all the bullets that had been given to them.

    In particr, there was a revolver rifle that was semi-automatic, and its rate of fire was not low. If the yer didn''t pay attention, the bullets could be used up in just a few pulls.

    By the way, there were only ten people on the opposite side!

    Was it that hard to discover the target before pulling the trigger?

    What made Chu Guang speechless the most was that out of the seven dead, four were killed by javelins, bows and arrows, and only three of them died of gunshot wounds.

    One of them was shot dead by himself.

    ¡®I have to find opportunities for these yers to practice shooting guns!''

    No, it was better for them to buy the gun themselves and prepare ammunition on their own!

    Based on this style of battle, although it was really fierce, it would consume nearly half of the outpost''s ammunition inventory.

    With the current logistics of the shelter, it was simply too much.

    Fortunately, the gains from this battle were not small, which was afort to Chu Guang.

    A total of ten guns, nearly 80 rounds of bullets of different calibers, a Molotov cocktail that had not been used, and two dirty needles.

    "What are those?"

    Chu Guang nced at the captive who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pointed to the needles in his hand.

    The captive raised his head, but immediately lowered again in fear.

    "Stimnt..."

    "Is it good?"

    "Uh, yes."

    No matter how good it was, Chu Guang didn''t dare to try it on himself.He left it with the pile of loot, thinking that maybe someday, the yers would be interested in buying it for research.

    Then, Chu Guang ordered several yers next to him to tie the hands and feet of the three injured captives together and bind them to the wooden stakes at the north gate.

    The outpost currently didn''t have a prison, so they could only keep the captives like this for the time being.

    To be honest, Chu Guang hadn''t figured out how to deal with the three prisoners.

    He''d heard that some of the survivors'' settlements would hang the captives directly while others would sell them to ve merchants or mines, and some of the stranger ones would harvest their organs and sell them individually.

    After all, the cost of bionics organs was usually high, and ordinary people cannot afford it. In contrast, tissues taken from ves or clones were more economical.

    But Chu Guang couldn''t do this kind of inhumane thing.

    Besides, he did not have the conditions for that kind of surgery here.

    At this time, Ample Time, carrying a bow and arrow, came over from nearby.

    When the battle broke out earlier, the Bull and Horse Squad was hunting in the nearby areas. When they heard the gunshots and ran back, the battle had basicallye to an end.

    It could be said that they did not participate in this battle.

    "Dear administrator, the marauders in the north have discovered us. My suggestion is that we should take advantage of the victory and pursue it! Don''t give them any chance to breathe, and end this problem once and for all!"

    "Yes!"

    "Fuck them!"

    Looking at the yers around who were eager to fight, Chu Guang thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

    "We do not yet have the conditions to attack their base."

    Woond warfare and urban warfare were twopletely different matters. The former was their home court, while thetter was the home court of the marauders.

    Leading these yers into the city to fight street battles with the marauders and rushing into minefields was basically the same as sending them to a suicide mission.

    The resurrection CD was at least three days long, so he had to be cautious.

    ording to the intelligence obtained from several investigations by Mr. Garbage, the marauder tribe in the abandoned tire factory had at least 50 people. Coupled with the intelligence of Liszt''s caravan, it was estimated that the real number was about sixty to seventy.

    If it hadn''t been for the opponent''s misjudgment of his strength, they wouldn''t have just sent a ten-man team.

    The only thing to be thankful for now was that these ten people were no longer able to go back and the other party wouldn''t be able to figure out the situation of the battle for a while, probably not even being able to know whether the people sent to fight were dead or alive.

    ording to normal people''s thinking, they would first send a few scouts to gather information, and then n the next round of attacks.

    Of course, there was a chance they would not y by the book.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang then looked at the yers beside him.

    "Our enemies have a wealth of experience in street fighting. They have been active in this area for a long time and are far more familiar with the terrain in the city than we are. In the absence of absolute superiority in numbers and equipment, it is not wise to enter their home court rashly."

    "At present, our strategy is still focusing on defense, supplemented by harassment. In a protracted battle, they will kill their vitality and force them to give up their advantages and enter our home court."

    "I have a strong hunch that theing heavy snow will provide us with a perfect opportunity."

    "Before that, what we have to do is to try our best to develop."

    "Everyone, the war has begun!"...................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 70.1: Cleaning up the Battlefield

    Chapter 70: Cleaning up the Battlefield

    The north gate of the outpost.

    The brawny man with his feet on the wooden stool and a rope hung around his neck begged for mercy with tears.

    His name was Badger.

    But at this moment, he was like a pitiful worm.

    "Please, don''t kill me, I have told you everything you want to know. You said you¡¯d let me go!"

    The yers next to him couldn''t bear to see a man cry like this. They all talked in a low voice.

    "Is it a bit too much?"

    "Yeah... this guy has already surrendered, maybe he can be ourpanion."

    "It''s a pity."

    However, Chu Guang''s expression did not change because of the brawny man''s pleas for mercy.

    The outpost didn¡¯t have a cell to keep the prisoners, and it was even more unrealistic to lock them in the shelter. Moreover, it was foreseeable that no merchant who would be interested in ves would pass by here throughout the winter. Keeping these three captives would only waste food and bring hidden dangers.

    As for the information?

    What he got was not much different from what he had guessed.

    Chu Guang never promised that he would spare them if they confessed honestly.

    For all the utterly ruthless things they had done, hanging was already the most merciful punishment for them.

    "Confess your sins in hell."

    Seeing that there was no hope for survival, the expression on the brawny man''s face instantly distorted, and he yelled.

    "You scumbag! Liar! Even if I go to hell, I won''t forget what you did! Just you wait, my leader will avenge me! He will hang you on the streetmp and let you watch yourpatriots being ughtered and rap-"

    Before he spouted something even worse, Chu Guang, who was toozy to listen to nonsense, kicked the bench on the sole of the brawny man''s feet.

    Hearing a cracking sound, this man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of Shelter Outpost No. 404.

    The makers of the gallows [Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot] and [I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom] looked at the execution from a distance, their eyes widened in shock.

    None of them thought that the gallows they made for the sake of the post-apocalyptic feel would actuallye in handy one day.

    Looking at the corpse hanging there, the two of them turned pale, but they weren''t very scared.

    After all, this was a game.

    It was just that the expression of the hanged man was too realistic.

    Just like a real dead person.

    "This game is always very realistic with strange details."

    "May Amitabha forgive us."

    Standing not far away, Teng Teng felt a little emotional.

    "s, war never changes."

    She was a casual yer and didn''t really enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this was also rted to her intelligence type attribute and her short legs.

    She was depressed at the thought of this.

    Is this reasonable?

    It''s not reasonable at all!

    "It''s okay! This elder sister will protect you!"

    Standing next to her, Ya Ya smiled. She originally wanted to put her hands on her shoulder, but identally put her hands on top of her head instead.

    Teng Teng¡¯s forehead was full of ck lines and she clenched her fists.

    "I''ll punch you if you touch my head again."

    Ya Ya quickly let go and exined hurriedly.

    "Huh? No, I didn''t mean it, I wanted to¡ª"

    "Okay, okay, just stop talking about it."

    Nearby yers were chatting, discussing when the next wave of attack woulde and how much stronger the attack would be than this time.

    Confirming that the man on the gallows was dead, Chu Guang looked at the two yers closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pockets and threw them into their hands.

    "Take these three corpses to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them together with the other marauders¡¯ corpses."

    "When the generator is assembled, send them to the active matter extractor for extraction."

    The two yers recovered and nodded immediately.

    "Yes! Administrator!"

    ...

    It didn''t take long to assemble the generator.

    Many of these yers had good hands-on skills. Even if they didn¡¯t understand the words in the manual at all, by just relying on their understanding of the generator structure and a few pictures, they actually installed all the parts.

    The whole set of power generation equipment was divided into two parts; one was a vaporizer for wood, and the other was a thermal generator driven by gas.

    The structure of the former was very simple, essentially an airtight column with a cover on the top.

    As the wood was sent in from the top, the wood was first dried, cracked by internal heat, and then partially burned in limited oxygen.

    In this process, arge amount of heat would be generated making ayer of hot charcoal form at the point of the airtight column, which would react with the steam and otherbustible gases produced by pyrolysis and finally form a mixedbustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide.

    In fact, this was not a particrly sophisticated technology. During World War II, the German army used simr firewood vaporization equipment to power some tanks in the absence of fuel.

    ......................................

 Chapter 70.2

    Generally speaking, 3~4 kilograms of firewood was equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption would depend on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, making it impossible to generalize.

    But it did not matter how much it would consume. The most indispensable thing in the outpost now was firewood. He just needed to arrange for someone to clean up the waste and deliver the wood in.

    Through this power generation equipment, it was possible to stably provide a maximum of 10 kW of power to the outpost. Even at full load, it would consume less than 10 kilograms of wood per hour. It could be said that it was very cost-effective.

    The generator started to operate sessfully, and the nearby yers all let out an excited cheer.

    Their outpost finally had electricity!

    Many tasks that could not be carried out were now able to be carried out.

    "I''m going to dig for some wires ande back!"

    "Can wires from two hundred years ago still work?"

    "The insting material protection should be usable. It doesn''t matter if it can¡¯t be used. At worst, we can melt it and make it again. I will think of a way and see if I can make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer, and then we can make steel directly on the electric furnace."

    "Bro, you are such a genius!"

    Listening to the conversations of the yers, Chu Guang was also very happy in his heart.

    The active matter extractor with a thickyer of dust finally started to work, extracting the corpses sent into the furnace into an active matter.

    Ten corpses recovered around four units, and finally made up for the active matter deficit caused by a certain dumb yer.

    "The battle is over? We won?" Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked quickly as she looked at Chu Guang who was walking towards her.

    Chu Guang replied casually.

    "I wouldn¡¯t be here if we didn''t win."

    Xia Yan continued to ask.

    "That group belonged to the Bloodhand n?"

    Chu Guang nced at her.

    "You know them?"

    "No, but I can guess it. They are quite famous in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

    With a helpless expression, Xia Yan eximed.

    "You better be careful. They may only send a small amount of people this time, but they are not as weak as they seem on the surface. There once was a merchant who probably wanted to seek revenge or something and hired a team of twenty mercenaries from Boulder City. But guess what happened?"

    "I don''t like guessing, just say it."

    "Alright then... In the end, only one escaped, and he also lost one arm," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "That mercenary team''s equipment was quite good, and they weren''t a weak team. There were even two soldiers who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting marauders and fighting mutants arepletely different things, especially in the city."

    "They nted tin mines and decoy bombs on the road, led Crunchers from the subway entrance to the shops along the street, and even tamed mutant hyenas... ording to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare. They were facing a group of Crunchers who could shoot, lie down, support and attack."

    Whether it was from a DIY iron-barreled rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, once the vital part took a hit, all it would take would be one shot. Even if the shot missed the vital part, it would take another shot at best.

    The mercenaries in Boulder City were not regr soldiers, and it was impossible to use too good protective gear. Most people use wire and steel tes to protect the vital parts. Only a few rich people could afford exoskeleton and full armor.

    "Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy," Chu Guang said casually.

    "Maybe, the people of Boulder City do look down on the countryside survivors."

    "Like you?"

    Xia Yan was embarrassed and quickly exined.

    "Uh, of course, not including me."

    Chu Guang smiled and didn''t care.

    Although he had never been to Boulder City, it was not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the survivors of Bett Street when they mentioned it.

    After all, it was the only "city" in Qingquan City and the only "ce of order" left in this area.

    The people living there, even if they were impoverished, were still masterspared to the outsiders.

    "Speaking of which, why do I feel that you are not scared?"

    "What''s so scary about it, you¡¯ve even torn a creeper with your bare hands, do you think you won''t be able to beat them? Plus, there are so many people here," Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a strange look, seeming not to understand why he asked this strange question, "Why are you so nervous about it? From the sound of gunfire, there were at most seven or eight people, and they were in the open."

    "..."

    Emmm...

    It makes sense.

    Chu Guang didn''t know how to refute for a while.

    ...

    Late at night.

    In an abandoned tire factory in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

    Looking at the man prostrating under the steps, Bear leaning on the chair said in azy voice.

    "How''s the situation on the Badger''s side? Have all the spoils been sent back?"

    ording to n traditions, whoever won the battle had the priority to choose the spoils.

    After bringing them back, everyone would enjoy them together, regardless of their level.

    Generally, if the survivor¡¯s stronghold was captured, the raiding team would usually stay there for a while and spend some time having some fun, such as having a party or other activities.

    As the leader of the n, Bear was naturally very considerate of his men.

    But seeing that the sky was already dark, Bear felt slightly strange.

    ''Are they noting back yet?''

    "... There is no news yet." The man prostrating below the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to leave a millimeter.

    "No news yet?"

    Frowned, Bear''s face was unhappy, and he said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."

    "Yes."

    "Too slow."

    Bear calmly stared at the man below the steps and said, "Send someone over. If they meet them on the road, then tell them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven''t set off,e back and tell me."

    "Yes!"

    Looking at Cha who walked out of the tent, Bear touched the beard under his chin, feeling a little irritable inexplicably.

    ¡®It''s just a 30-person survivor stronghold. Why haven''t theye back?¡¯

    ¡®Could they have run into an ident?¡¯

    ¡®But this possibility is very small.¡¯

    Shaking his head, Bear decided to stop thinking about it, and got up from the chair.

    Even if the opponent was not an easy target, with Badger''s alertness, he could definitely escape.

    There was only one possibility that had been no news for so long, and that was either because they had forgotten the time because of having too much fun or they had spent too much time searching for the loot.

    Bear no longer worried, and his mood rxed a lot.

    Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" in the room, his rough and ugly face showed a frightening smile.

    This winter won''t be too boring.

 Chapter 71.1: Draw a Hammer?

    Chapter 71: Draw a Hammer?

    It was getting darker much earlier recently.

    Just after six o''clock in the evening on the wastnd, the entire city and forest was already dark.

    In order to prevent a sneak attack, the yers had set up torches outside the walls of the base, put a warning line in the woods, and hung warning bells.

    In a while, it would be dawn in reality, and many people would have to go to work during the day. Only twenty yers were left in the end, and the remaining thirty all chose to go offline.

    However, among the thirty yers who went offline, half said they were free in the afternoon, and that they woulde back after noon.

    It just happened that they could change shifts with yers who were online "in the first half of the night".

    Taking Little Seven back to the shelter for charging, Chu Guang, who sent away a group of yers, sat on a chair in the residential lobby, opened the system panel, and confirmed his points.

    Counting his one hundred points of rewards forpleting the generator side mission, his current reward points have reached 122 points¡ªjust in time to buy a high-level blind box, two intermediate blind boxes, and two lollipops.

    In addition, what Chu Guang did not expect was that with thepletion of thest side mission, he really triggered a new mission to open the shelter B2 level¡ª¡ª

    [Mission: Exterminate Bloodhand n entrenched in the abandoned tire factory in the north of the shelter.

    Type: Side mission

    Reward: 404 Shelter B2 level authority]

    "...Resolve the threat of external forces before opening the next level of shelter. Hmm..."

    It''s quite reasonable.

    "I hope I can find some good things on the next floor, at least not as bare as the B1 floor, which has nothing but a hundred culture chambers and aputer."

    "System, turn on Administrator Allowance!"

    The light blue holographic screen appeared out of thin air, and there were three options in front of Chu Guang.

    Without any hesitation, Chu Guang chose a high-level blind box and two intermediate blind boxes. He used the remaining two reward points on the primary blind box.

    With a slight jitter, the alloy door embedded in the wall opened.

    When he saw the big guy on the conveyor belt, Chu Guang was stunned.

    ''This¡­¡­''

    ''Is it a weapon?''

    The thing before him was a long-handled warhammer with a square head, sitting steadily on the conveyor belt.

    The alloy-forged silver long handle was no taller than a person, and in the hammerhead part there was a bright silver metal arc, about the size of a human face.

    The hammer body was iid with two indented metal grooves, one at the front and the other at the back; the steep engraved texture connected the two circles, which looked quite futuristic.

    However, even while trying to view things from the first administrator''s perspective, Chu Guang still found it really hard to associate this thing with a weapon.

    ''Does he want me to fight melee with a hammer?''

    ''If it were an axe or a javelin, it might still work, but rushing with such a big and heavy thing, my body would be riddled with holes!''

    Walking forward, Chu Guang held the hammer handle with a weird expression. He thought it would be heavy, but he didn''t expect that he would be able to lift it up easily.

    "Huh?"

    Although it was not light, it was also not as heavy as he expected. It was probably only about twenty to thirty kilograms.

    Chu Guang tapped the surface of the hammer with his finger, but he couldn''t tell if it was hollow inside.

    ''Is it made of aluminum alloy?''

    ''Or titanium alloy... or some special material I don''t know about.''

    Right at this moment, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that there were three touch buttons on the hammer handle.

    Out of curiosity, he reached out his index finger and touched one of the buttons.

    Chu Guang first heard a slight buzzing sound before he realized what was going on. High-intensity airflow gushed out from each of the four sides of the hammer without warning, and spewed backwards.

    This served as a huge thrust which pushed the hammer forward.

    Chu Guang, who was holding the hammer with both hands, almost lost his grip. He nearly mmed the hammer on the alloy door, the shock subconsciously prompting him to release the button he''d been pressing with his index.

    "What the heck?!"

    ''Is this hammer equipped with nitrogen eleration?''

    ''This is getting interesting!''

    Chu Guang thought with a look of surprise. Then the translucent light blue holographic window popped out of his field of vision, floating beside the hammer.

    It''s like abel.

    [Item: Nitrogen-powered hammer]

    [Exnation: A special force field interferes with the nitrogen flow rate on the armor surface to realize the functions of defense, offense, and maneuvering.

    In A mode, a swirling nitrogen flow can be formed on the top of the power hammer, thereby covering an umbre-shaped defense surface with a maximum radius of one meter, offsetting and reducing the kic energy of the projectile, and has a good defense against light weapons.

    In B mode, nitrogen can bepressed at the front of the power hammer to form nitrogen armor with a thickness of two to three millimeters, and the nitrogen armor can be released by sting after contact with the target.

    In C mode, a high-pressure nitrogen stream can be injected behind the power hammer to provide directional eleration.

    This product is rmended to be used with an assault exoframe. The B mode can have a good destructive effect on lightly armored targets, obstacles, and covers. ]

    [Note: Because there is no built-in gas storage device, it cannot be used in vacuum and underwater environments without nitrogen. ]

    With the instructions provided by the system, Chu Guang simply went and tried, and so, he finally figured out how to use this thing.

    Simply put, there''s a device built into this hammer that could interfere with nearby nitrogen molecules.

    The A mode was equivalent to the defense mode, which could add a shield in front of the hammer.

    The B mode was equivalent to umting force. It could instantly release the nitrogenpressed on the armor surface while hammering the target, producing a shock simr to a shock wave explosion?

    The C mode was roughly equivalent to inserting a thruster behind the hammer, whether it was running or attacking, it could be very useful.

    In addition, the Nitrogen-powered hammer was powered by a miniature cold fusion battery, which was located at the front end where the hammer handle was inserted into the hammer body.

    ording to the fluorescent marking on the end of the hammer handle, the battery was currently full. As long as it was not kept on, theoretically it should be possible to use the equipment until it stopped working.

    But, in fact, it shouldn''t be left on all the time.

    ording to the instructions provided by the system, continuous use would cause the circuitponents in the equipment to overheat, and a protective power off would be triggered after the warning light that would sh for three seconds.

    Holding this power hammer in his hand and ying with it for a while, Chu Guang couldn''t help feeling amazed.

    Technology beyond the scope ofprehension was really no different from magic.

    Not to mention how this thing controls nitrogen molecules, just the miniature cold fusion battery at the top of the vertical handle had reached the realm of science fiction movies for him.

    At least, Chu Guang couldn''t imagine the principle at all.

    ''Should I take it apart and study it?''

    ''It''s not impossible to dismantle it, but what''s the point of doing so?''

    ''If its raw material is helium-3, it can only be mined on the moon, and if a certain material that is used to make it undergoes an unknown process, then the speed of reverse engineering is probably not as fast as the research from scratch.''

 Chapter 71.2

    ''After all, scientific research is no miracle, and yet hard work may sometimes depend on miracles, just like how it is with opening blind boxes. If I can gather some talents from other shelters in the future, then there will be a hope to restore some pre-war science and technology.''

    ''As for now?''

    ''As long as it can be used then it''s good.''

    In addition to the Nitrogen-powered hammer, the two intermediate blind boxes also gave him a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic syringe.

    But what surprised Chu Guang the most was the two primary blind boxes, which turned out to be a bottle of soy sauce and a bag of salt.

    ''My goodness.''

    He was mentally prepared to receive two more lollipops, but he''s down on his luck today?

    Chu Guang didn''t know how to react...

    ...

    Six o''clock in the evening in the wastnd time was exactly six o''clock in the morning in reality.

    Although many people were still in bed at this time, the opposite was true for the yers of Wastnd Online.

    Not only did they not feel any fatigue after ying the game all night, but they felt refreshed because they slept for nearly twelve hours.

    Especially the battle with the marauders, it was so fun!

    Almost immediately after they went offline, the official website became lively. Not only were there so many posts in the forum, but people also stopped shitposting.

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Damn that was awesome! I had so much fun in the battle today! Hahaha, I have to go to the construction site in the morning, brothers, wait for me toe back."

    Quit_smoking: "Afternoon?!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Ahem, afternoon in the game! This game is so realistic that I forgot the time. In reality, it should be midnight! Hey, brother, you''ve been waiting on the official all this time?"

    Quit_smoking: "T.T"

    Old White: "I feel sorry for Brother Quit Smoking, I almost want to lend you my ount."

    Quit_smoking: "Can I!!!(EXCITED)"

    Night Ten: "As if. Others don''t see anything when they wear the helmet, and they will onlyugh at you for being stupid. I''ve already stopped exining it now. If I exin too much, people will think that I''ve lost my mind. Now I''m just waiting for the game to be released so I can give them a big p in their faces."

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "LMAO, a p in the face! A p in your own face, right?"

    Night Ten: "Just you wait, I will apply for a moderator."

    Irene: "Brother Arrogant Lord is still here? When are you going to stop trolling?"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I knew you all woulde to the forum! God, I just can''t stop praising this game. The battlefield environment of this game is so real! Compared to those games that look like they all suffer from light pollution, this is what the real battlefield should be like. There are bullets whizzing around everywhere, whooshy, whooshy, and you can''t tell if you hit anything. But it''s so satisfying!"

    Old White: "Hahahaha, noob confirmed."

    Night Ten: "The case has been solved. It turned out that it was you who were wasting bullets all along. No wonder the administrator had a long face at the end."

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "So what if I was the one who was wasting the bullets. You know what, I actually charged with an axe and took one out! Then I found out that I was shot in the leg. But it really didn''t hurt at all."

    Ample Time: "Scrambled_egg, you are a physique type, right? How does it feel?"

    Compared with others, There_will_be_ample_time always focused on game information.

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I recovered very quickly! Other than that, I didn''t feel much. Sigh, if only I am the perception type, or even the strength type would also do."

    Ample Time: "I see."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "You should be happy with what you got, I got the gun only to find that I can''t put my finger on the trigger. QAQ"

    Night Ten: "Hahahahaha!"

    Ample Time: "Uh, this is indeed a problem. Did you break the frame in front of the trigger?"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Wait until I buy the gun, damn it, I have to pay back Brother Mosquito first. T.T"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Brother don''t panic, why don''t you try the crossbow? I''ll make one for you when the shop opens. It will be very cheap!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "I think I''m okay with my javelin."

    Irene: "LOL"

    The forum was full of joyful atmosphere.

    After teasing Mr. Garbage, everyone opened another post and talked about countermeasures against marauders.

    Some non-test yers also participated, throwing out some bad ideas one after another, making a certain game designer speechless.

    ''Fire attack might be possible.''

    ''But what''s with the water attack?''

    ''Is there any reservoir near here? Where is he going to get this much water?''

    Of course, there were also some good suggestions. For example, there was a smart yer whose idea was exactly the same as his.

    His ID was very domineering, called [Spring_watermander], application sequence 661. Looking at the record of his chat, he was attracted to this ce by his friends from other forums.

    "...If you don¡¯t have the advantage in equipment, and you can¡¯t win street fighting, the best way is to find a way to buy time. Once the winteres and the snow blocks the road, you will not be relying on your equipment and tactics, but supplies, logistics, and morale¡­ If Wastnd Online has this setting."

    "Suppose, I mean hypothesis. Based on what you all said, these marauders don''t produce, and they plunder other survivors for a living, then where do they get food to eat, and clothes to wear? If it''s just an asional urrence to ckmail the passing merchants, it would not be sustainable, and it may not be enough for them to survive. Spring, summer and autumn are fine, in winter, how can there be merchants passing by?"

    "Then there are only three possibilities. Either they are diligent and thrifty, and they know how to survive with extremely limited resources, or they have stable and long-term food suppliers who support them."

    "The former is very unlikely. They are a group of bandits. If they had such discipline, their leader might have already be a warlord in the region!"

    "If it''s thetter, then it''s easy. If it''s unrealistic to build a strong wall, then cut off their supply line! Winter is still long, the supply in their base will be finished sooner orter, and without the support of their suppliers, how long do you think a group of bandits would survive?"

    "Thest possibility is there is no such detailed design, and they are just a bunch of system generated wild monsters. In fact, many games are like this."

    "If this is the case, please ignore what I just said!"

 Chapter 72.1: Guano Business

    Chapter 72: Guano Business

    This was the second snow that Qingquan City has ushered in since September. And very coincidentally, just in time for the yers to change shifts. As soon as many people pushed the door, they saw the silvery white smudges scattered beside the torch.

    "It''s onlyte September... Winter ising too early."

    "Yeah, it is indeed too early."

    "ording to my rational analysis, perhaps the orbital debris in outer space blocked part of the sunlight, causing the to absorb insufficient heat. Coupled with the rapid decline of civilized activities caused by the war, the luxuriant vegetation weakened the greenhouse effect..."

    "Can this game be so real?"

    "That depends on the game settings. Anyway, doesn''t the setting of the official website say that they even had a war in outer space? So why is it not possible?

    "Damn..."

    At the north gate, there was a knock at the gate.

    After confirming that it was friendly, the guard on the wall signaled the yer next to the gate to lift thetch to let the people outside in.

    Chu Guang looked towards the north gate.

    He saw a strength type yer and a perception type yer carrying a man who had been tied up and missing an ear walking in quickly. When they arrived before him, they threw the man to the ground in front of him.

    What was also thrown on the ground was the corpse of a mutant hyena.

    "Dear administrator, we found this guy near the Viaduct observation point in the north!"

    Both yers had injuries on their bodies, but the man was obviously injured more severely. There was a broken arrow stuck in his knee, and he was grinning in pain.

    The man lying on the ground couldn''t understand what the two people behind him were saying. He raised his head in panic and begged Chu Guang for mercy.

    "Sir, sir, I am a scavenger nearby, I don''t know where I offended you."

    "Scavengers won''t be out at this time."

    "I-I identally dyed a while..."

    Ignoring this weak excuse, Chu Guang took out 5 silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the yers, asking them to divide it by themselves. He then leaned down and looked at the man, using his index finger to hook up the ne on the man¡¯s neck.

    There was a human finger bone strung there.

    And it looked like an index finger.

    In the Bloodhand n, skulls were "royal" vessels for the leader, and fingers were the favorite decorations of most marauders.

    They would cut off the index fingers of the captives, dried them, and made them into bracelets, nes, pendants and even bone armor, showing off their bravery and barbarism.

    Throwing away the oily ne in disgust, Chu Guang straightened his body nkly.

    He didn''t look at the man whose face had already turned pale, but looked at the two yers.

    "Marauder."

    "Send him to the gallows."

    The two yers respectfully said.

    "Yes!"

    "Yes!"

    They only brought the man back alive just because the rewards for doing so were higher. yers were no stranger to the administrator¡¯s method of dealing with the marauders.

    So, after hearing the order to send the man to the gallows, they didn¡¯t look surprised at all.

    But the person who was about to be hanged had a different mentality.

    As if he had guessed his own destiny, the hysterical wailing and begging for mercy were dragged all the way to the north gate, adding a bit of fear and blood to the bleak woods outside the gate.

    Then the voice and the sin came to an abrupt end.

    The north gate closed again, and the two yers dragged the corpse toward the morgue.

    Standing in front of the nursing home, Chu Guang didn''t have the slightest pity in his heart. He even yawned. He watched the extractor''s stove start to run, and turned to the nursing home''s elevator.

    It was already twelve o''clock in the morning.

    He had to get up at six tomorrow.

    The enthusiasm of these yers to go online was higher than expected, and Chu Guang felt that his biological clock was about to be messed up.

    ...

    The snow didn''t fall much, but itsted for a long time. It didn''t stop until 5 o''clock the next morning.

    There was ayer of hoar frost on the ground. Stepping on it would make a crispy sound. When the sun rose, it disappearedpletely, as if it had never been there before.

    "It seems that there were fewer mutants in the city this evening."

    "Is it because of snow?"

    "I guess so. They might be hiding because of the cold weather, but those Crunchers do not seem to be affected. I saw them walking out of themunity and wandering around the street until four or five o''clock before moving back slowly."

    "Do you remember where they came from?"

    "Yes, I''ll go offline for a meal first, and post the location map on the forumter."

    "Old Brother, you are really steady!"

    yers who returned from their shift from the observation point talked to other yers in the square of the base, and Chu Guang, who was standing at the entrance of the nursing home, caught these voices.

    Because there was no radio, these yers usually exchanged information on the square, especially during the peak period of online and offline time.

    For Chu Guang, this was another good channel for obtaining information besides forums.

    These yers were like his eyes.

    However, he still had things to doter, and it was impossible to stay here forever.

    He had to make another trip to Brown Farm before the road was blocked by the heavy snow and get some supplies back. This time he prepared a new trade product¡ªstruvite.

    At Brown Farm, it should be able to sell for a good price.

    "Administrator, the materials you ordered are ready, and we can set off at any time!"

    [The_Escaping_Mole], dressed in a hyena fur coat, walked over with an excited expression.

    He had a 7mm bolt-action iron-barreled rifle temporarily given to him on his back, a nail-studded stick and a short knife tied to the left side of his waist, and a Molotov cocktail filled with wood tar tied to the right. He now looked more and more like the native people on the wastnd.

    However, he hasn''t grasped the essence of one yet.

    After Chu Guang tried so many weapons, the one he liked to use the most was still the steel water pipe.

    Nodding his head, Chu Guang said.

    "You guys wait for me."

    With that, Chu Guang turned back to the shelter and walked out wearing the KV-1 exoskeleton, putting the Nitrogen-powered hammer drawn from the system on his back.

    Seeing the administrator''s outfit, the surrounding yers¡¯ eyes widened in amazement.

    "Damn, this hammer is so cool!"

    "So awesome! Did I miss any plot? When did our NPC change equipment?"

    "I don''t know, maybe it''s already in the shelter... Doesn''t the official website say that the underground shelter is a huge cryo-hibernation facility? Maybe there is an equipment warehouse?"

    "Dammit! I really want one too!"

    "Stop dreaming, the NPC''s equipment is just for you to see. But I''m curious if this thing really is useful in the face of bullets."

    "You''re really stupid. If you haven''t seen great armor, it doesn¡¯t mean that it doesn¡¯t exist. Maybe this thing can be used with other things."

    "Now the atmosphere suddenly feels like cyberpunk."

    "What cyberpunk, this is wastnd punk!"

    "I know, I¡¯m just memeing, if you take it too seriously, then it will only make you look very dumb."

    As a diligent NPC, Chu Guang neither went to stop them from memeing in the game, nor did he pay attention to their excited exchanges. He fulfilled his duties and walked to the prepared caravan.

    Previously, Chu Guang had spoken to [WC_really_has_mosquitoes] in the form of giving out a mission, asking him to design a medium-distance transportation vehicle with a cargo capacity of more than five tons.

    Facts had proved that as long as it was to produce tools within the scope of normal people''s understanding, this guy''s technique was quite reliable.

    The whole caravan was 2.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, and the space inside was quite sizable. The chassis was also made of simple shock absorbers with springs, so there was no problem for transporting both people or goods.

    Taking into ount the rain and dust, the roof was covered with twoyers of picked-up tarpaulins. The front and rear doors also had curtains.

    In this way, even if it was rainy, there was no need to worry about the contents getting wet, which could be said to make it a great vehicle.

    The only fly in the ointment was that the outpost did not not have cows or mules, so yers could only pull it temporarily.

    "Let¡¯s go!"

    Following Chu Guang''s order, this caravanposed of 6 yers and 1 NPC, and under the enviable eyes of other yers, left the south gate of the outpost and moved in the direction of Brown Farm.

    It was different fromst time.

    This time, there was such a big move that it would inevitably attract the attention of some mutants.

    This especially applied to ones such as mutant cockroaches that were as big as puppies and mutant flies the size of a washbasin. These insect mutants seemed to have lost their fear of humans after they mutated, and emerged from the shadows when they heard the ruckus.

    However, these yers were no longer new to the game, especially after experiencing that battle, having been able to do well when facing the enemy.

    Chu Guang didn''t take any action at all, simply sitting behind them and watching the yers use knives, guns, sticks and rocks to take out these wild monsters.

    If there were mutants that they couldn''t deal with, or other high-threat targets, he would naturally take action.

 Chapter 72.2

    What was more interesting was that Chu Guang found that his gic sequence not only could be leveled up through basic exercise, but could also umte a small amount of development progress when leading the yers to fight.

    This unique way of evolution made Chu Guang very curious.

    However, he was currently unable to record the progress of gic sequence development in real time, so he could only do in-depth research when conditions were avable in the future.

    After stopping and moving along the way, they bypassed the inessible ruins and finally arrived at the destination before half past nine.

    Outside Brown Farm.

    When Chu Guang and his party arrived near the gate, they saw a strong man carrying a shotgun, leading a weak ve out of the wall.

    When they saw each other, Chu Guang was calm, but the other side was nervous.

    After seeing the exoskeleton on Chu Guang''s body and the slightly exaggerated hammer behind him, the strong man subconsciously touched the shotgun behind him.

    "We are passing traders, don''t be nervous."

    "Which trader would pass here at this time- Huh? It''s you."

    Standing on the wall, Liu Zhengyue was dazed. The gun barrel that had just been shifted out was retracted again. He stared straight at the exoskeleton and hammer on Chu Guang''s body¡ªand the blue coat underneath the exoskeleton.

    He clearly remembered that this guy was not dressed like this thest time he came here.

    "Yes, it''s me." Chu Guang smiled faintly, and shouted to him, "We need food, steel and copper."

    "What do you have?"

    Liu Zhengyue stared at the group of people outside the wall vigntly, ncing back and forth on their equipment, a little apprehensive.

    This group was obviously much stronger than when they camest time.

    In principle, this was not a good time to do business. Winter came much earlier than usual this year, so they had to keep some grain for the winter. In addition, they had to prepare some surplus to prevent the marauders from raiding them.

    Marauders from the north woulde here from time to time. Although the farm was not without guns, no one wanted to risk fighting those people.

    If they decided to harass them during harvest season in spring, the loss would not only be the grain of the tribute.

    However¡­¡­

    The guns those people were carrying made him think carefully about the risk of rejection.

    Chu Guang didn''t speak, but walked to the front of the caravan. He opened the curtain, took out a sack from it, and tore the rope tied to it.

    Liu Zhengyue''s eyes narrowed, trying to see more clearly.

    "This is¡­¡­"

    "High-purity magnesium ammonium phosphate, if you don''t understand it, you can understand it as struvite. In short, it is a high-quality fertilizer." Chu Guang looked up at Liu Zhengyue on the wall, his tone was slightly unhappy, "Can youe down? Talking like this is very tiring."

    "Wait for me for a while... I have to ask my master for instructions."

    After dropping this sentence, Liu Zhengyue disappeared on the wall, but it didn''t take long before he led a ve out and reappeared at the front gate.

    "My dear old friend... you have changed quite a lot."

    "I got rich recently."

    "Are you really nomads?" Liu Zhengyue stared straight at the blue coat under Chu Guang''s exoskeleton, obviously not so sure of his judgment.

    "Is that important?" Chu Guang said with a faint smile, "Don''t worry, I found this coat from a ruin."

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn''t intend to reveal more, Liu Zhengyue stopped asking questions, but looked at the bag of fertilizer.

    "I need to inspect the goods."

    This was a reasonable request, and Chu Guang nodded.

    "Please."

    The inspection method was the same asst time. Liu Zhengyue kicked the ve next to him and pointed to the bag.

    The ve stepped forward, stretched out his index finger and wiped it in the bag. He then put his finger in his mouth and licked it.

    "It''s struvite."

    Hearing these words, Liu Zhengyue showed a smile on his face.

    Although he didn''t know where this group of people got these good things from, these things were really what they needed.

    After the feces of livestock and humans were heated, although it was also a kind of fertilizer, the nitrogen content was not enough, and its overall fertility was obviously not as good as the struvite that had been deposited and washed by rain.

    Often, a handful of bird droppings was worth arge bucket of cow droppings. If thetter was used, it must be mixed with urea and sprinkled together.

    Brown Farm itself was unable to produce high-quality urea inrge quantities. Direct use of urine would not only burn the roots, but also easily cause soilpaction when mixed with manure.

    Therefore, they often imported synthetic and organic fertilizers from Boulder City or Red River Town and mixed them with fermented manure.

    This was true not only in the Brown Farm, but in all the survivor camps around the entire Qingquan City area.

    "Name your price!"

    "We only brought 300 kilograms. If you can give me a reasonable price, we can still cooperate in the future."

    666 square meters ofnd would require about 10-50 kilograms of fertilizer, which could not be generalized ording to the crops, soil conditions, fertilizer types, and expected harvest.

    Judging from the map before the war, the area of the entire farm was notrge, roughly 48,000 square meters to 66,000 square meters of arablend, which was equivalent to 7~9 standard football fields.

    Of course, it did not rule out that they were engaged in three-dimensional agriculture and indoor nting. After all, simr technologies were not umon before the war.

    Chu Guang couldn''t guess their needs and simply let them quote their own prices.

    After hesitating for a moment, Liu Zhengyue said tentatively.

    "How about 300 kilograms... for 2 tons of green wheat?"

    Upon hearing this number, Chu Guang couldn''t help feeling lucky in his heart.

    Fortunately, he didn''t name his price first.

    The wholesale price ratio he found on the Inte on the earth was almost 1:5, and what he expected was about 1:6~7.

    It now appeared that prices in the parallel world could be said to have no reference value at all.

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "The minimum is 5 tons."

    "5 tons?! This is impossible," Liu Zhengyue eximed. "Our output per 666 square meters ofnd is only 25 kilograms of green wheat."

    "That''s because you didn''t use our fertilizer. It will be 500 kilograms from next year onwards."

    The yield of this mutant crop is really bad...

    Speaking of which, it would be great if we could get the pre-war seed bank.

    For the standard wheat, the output per 666 square meters ofnd in the parallel world was at least 300 kilograms. It was not a problem if it was higher than 500 kilograms, but it was definitely bragging if it was more than 5000 kilograms.

    Chu Guang thought in his heart, ¡®I don''t know if shelter 404 has any seed banks, but there should always be some seed banks in those normal shelters, right?''

    ¡®I wonder if it is because of the time or the weather that the pre-war crops did not be popr on the wastnd.''

    ¡®Or is it just in this area?''

    "Are you dreaming? Yield 500 kilograms per 666 square meters?" Liu Zhengyue stared with big eyes and shook his head. "My friend, if you are really sincere, 3 tons...This is the bottom line I can ept. We have a stable supply. Do you think your struvite stone is irreceable?"

    "No, but it is definitely the most cost-effective. I don''t think other people will sell this to you cheaply after traveling a long distance," Chu Guang said while looking at him. "1 kilogram for 12 kilograms of wheat, this is my biggest concession for the sake of the early winter. Next year we will also supply this stuff inrge quantities. If you can''t ept the price, I''d rather go back the same way and sell it to the dealers passing by."

    The struvite on the shore of Linghu Lake was scattered in the shallows on the south side and extended to the east side. The reserves were not rich, but there were definitely quite a lot.

    Chu Guang didn''t know why these survivors didn''t find this geomantic treasure, but in any case, it belonged to him now.

    Liu Zhengyue hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

    "Okay, you better not lie to me... Next spring, we will need 3 tons of struvite, which will be used during the nting season. Where are you from? Qingquan City or the surrounding area? If it is not far away, we can pick up the goods."

    "It''s not necessary. When this winter passes, we will naturally deliver the goods."

    Chu Guang smiled and stretched out his right hand.

    "It was a pleasure doing business."

    Although feeling distressed, Liu Zhengyue squeezed out a smile and held Chu Guang''s outstretched hand.

    ...................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 73.1: The Harvest Before Winter

    Chapter 73: The Harvest Before Winter

    "3 tons of struvite¡­ ording to the average use of 15 kilograms per 666 square metres, the actual cultivatednd area is definitely more than 66600 square metres, which is muchrger than I expected."

    On the way back, Chu Guang spoke his thoughts out loud while writing in his notebook with a pen.

    "It seems that my spection is correct. They should have applied some soilless cultivation techniques, and this part of the production capacity ounted for 15% to 30% of the total production capacity... or even more."

    Brown Farm would make some manure itself and buy a little from other merchants. The actual cultivated area was probablyrger than Chu Guang thought.

    Beforeing to this world, Chu Guang heard of a pipe-type soilless cultivation technique that could maximize the use of space and water resources. As long as the fertility was sufficient, the actual production could be ten times more than that of the usualnd cultivation.

    In the pre-war era of this world, there seemed to be a simr technology, and the use of space had been maximized. There were "skyscrapers" that integrated automatic seeding, cultivation, ripening, harvesting, assembly line transportation, and packaging and distribution being developed regardless of energy costs. Those facilities could really achieve more than tens of thousands of kilograms per 666 square meters.

    It was called theputer numerical control (CNC) farming tower, which was regarded as the ultimate body of industrial farming technology.

    Very cyberpunk.

    Brown Farm¡¯s energy was certainly not that luxurious, but since part of the electricity could be used for food, their electricity resources should not be in short supply.

    In addition, they had been farming for at least a century, so they should''ve inherited a part of the technology and improved it to adapt to the wastnd environment.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea.

    "Could it be¡­ that they¡¯ve nted some kind of energy crop?"

    Brown Farm did not only grow green wheat. It was said that this stuff would ripen very quickly. After the harvest, there would be a chance to nt a round of shofar potatoes, beans, fruits and vegetables or other crops.

    Perhaps thetter was the one that needed more fertility?

    At the end of the 20th century, some people had used cash crops, by-products, or artificially cultivated special crops to produce ethanol and biodiesel. With the gradual maturity of this technology, these crops were sometimes specifically ssified as "energy crops" depending on their uses.

    Logically speaking, in the pre-war world that had mastered controble fusion technology, simr technologies may be more advanced than he imagined.

    However, in the era of major breakthroughs in nuclear fusion technology, the actual use of this energy crop should not be for the production of fossil fuel substitutes.

    It was used as an industrial raw material.

    "... Brown Farm itself did not have industrial capacity. Some of the cash crops it produces are used as fuel and partly sold to merchants from Boulder City to supply Boulder City''s factories as industrial raw materials."

    "The product is probably some kind of rubber, crude oil analogues or other hydrocarbons."

    "Moreover, the consumption of fertility by this crop should not be small!"

    Chu Guang wrote this line in his notes.

    The gain from this transaction was greater than he had imagined.

    Not only did they acquire the grains and tools in the wagon and the "order" for 3 tons of struvite in the spring of next year, but also the intelligence collected indirectly through transactions.

    Especially since this information was impossible to collect when he was a scavenger.

    After he went back, he could publish the background information on the official website for the yers'' reference.

    While Chu Guang was analyzing the information, the yers next to him were also whispering quietly.

    "One kilogram of struvite can be exchanged for 10 kilograms of grain? I''m not mistaken, am I."

    "You are wrong, it is 12 kilograms."

    "I don''t understand, is this green wheat too cheap, or are the stones we picked from theke too valuable?"

    "Maybe both? Maybe not... Wait, for how much do we buy the food from the warehouse?"

    "It seems like 1 kilogram of green wheat costs 1 silver coin. I know what you want to say. 1 kilogram of struvite can only be exchanged for 2 copper coins, right?"

    "Yes! Is this reasonable?"

    "Rx, although there is no farming system now, I bet that NPC¡¯s buy-in price of green wheat will definitely not exceed 1 copper per kilogram. Does it sound reasonable now?"

    "Hmm, that does sound a little bit reasonable¡­ My ass! When they sell it to us, it¡¯s 1 silver per kilogram!"

    "Calm down, which game isn¡¯t like this? Besides, in reality, the price of food also fluctuates, does it not? In the future, we can sell it to the yers first, and if no one wants it, then we can sell it to the warehouse."

    Having said that, the yer whose ID was [The_Escaping_Mole] sighed and said with pity.

    "It would be great if the merchant system could be rolled out in the future. If 1 kilogram of struvite can be transported to Brown Farm and sold to them, it will be 12 kilograms of grain. Even if all the grains were sold to the NPC, it would be more than 2 copper coins! That¡¯s 12 kilograms, it would be at least 1 silver! The details of this game are really scary."

    Although Chu Guang didn''t raise his head, he nced at this guy and smiled in his heart.

    You are right.

    But you are still too short-sighted.

    If you take the struvite stone to Brown Farm for food and then take the wholesale food to Boulder City to exchange for guns, you can get at least five or six guns back with a hundred kilograms of bird droppings without any problems.

    But don''t worry.

    When the spring starts next year, your great administrator will do this for you. The chips you earn are the foreign exchange reserves of the base, and they will be divided and given to you.

    What?

    Do you want to settle your pay in Boulder City currency?

    Why? Do you still want to buy a house in Boulder City and marry a wife there?

    In fact, Chu Guang didn''t intend to "exploit" his little yers, andpared to the master of Brown Farm and the old leech of Bett Street, this was not an exploitation at all.

    In the blueprint nned by Chu Guang, at thetest until the fifth-generation currency, the currency issued by Shelter No. 404 would rece the chips issued by Boulder City and be the hardest currency in Qingquan City and even the surrounding areas.

    To suffer a little bit now was also for the benefit of everyone in the future.

    "Administrator, there seems to be people up front."

    ¡®??¡¯

    ¡®Again?¡¯

    The notebook was slid back into his pocket, and Chu Guang reflexively stretched his right hand to the sledgehammer behind him. However, as soon as he touched the handle of the hammer, he found that the so-called people were only two people.

    He saw the brawny man who had met him at the gate before pointing a shotgun against the ve who had been brought out earlier.

    Thetter hugged his head with his hands and knelt on the ground shivering.

    The group stopped.

    Chu Guang looked at the brawny man, and the brawny man stared at him in a daze.

    "Is there a problem?"

    "No."

    Chu Guang nced at the poor man who was pointed at by the gun and dared not move, then looked at the brawny man, and asked with a strange expression.

    "This is?"

    The brawny man didn''t want to exin, after all, it was their own personal business, but seeing that this group was not easy to provoke, he said cautiously.

    "... He is the master''s ve. He is old, and his leg is suffering from arthritis. He can''t do any work. He even broke a te yesterday. So, the master asked me to take him outside and take care of him."

    After listening to the strong man, Chu Guang remembered that every winter, Brown Farm would dispose of a few ves who couldn''t do heavy work and couldn''t be sold. They would wait for the next year to buy new ones from the ve merchant.

    As for where did these vese from?

    Who knows.

 Chapter 73.2

    Some were auctioned off by creditors because of their debts, some lost their freedom because they were captured by Marauders, and some were simply cloned products, while asionally, a forgotten shelter facility was suddenly unsealed.

    Chu Guang even heard that some scavengers sold themselves or their rtives because they couldn''t survive.

    In this wastnd, a ve who was about to reach the end of his life was more worthless than a two-headed cow that could carry goods.

    At least thetter had more flesh.

    "Please, please let me go." The man on the ground begged.

    The brawny man nced impatiently at the man who was kneeling on the ground.

    "Even if I let you go, where can you go? I can help you end your miserable life here quickly. Don''t make it difficult for me."

    "Please, please..."

    The ve could not say anything else.

    "Wait a minute."

    Chu Guang stepped forward and looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.

    "How old are you?"

    "51..."

    He''s a bit old indeed.

    As far as ves were concerned, this man was already old.

    But from another perspective, it also meant experience.

    Chu Guang continued to ask.

    "What can you do?"

    Seeing the hope of life, the old man turned around tremblingly, reaching out to hug the life-saving straw.

    Seeing this, the brawny man quickly kicked him away and scolded.

    "Don''t touch the master''s distinguished guest with your dirty hands, do you want to be hanged?"

    The brawny man had a feeling that this group of people would do business with his master for a long time.

    Although he had been kicked, the old ve didn''t care about it at all. He didn''t even look at the brawny man when he got up. He raised his wrinkled face and looked at Chu Guang.

    "I, I can farmnd, I know how to count, do carpentry, move things... I can do anything. Please, sir, please save me."

    "You know how to count?" The brawny man sneered. "All you know is to count a few potatoes, and you call that you know how to count? Sir, don''t listen to him. With his age, he can''t do any work at all. This month we had two ve traders visit us, but none of them were interested in him."

    Chu Guang took out a white chip from his pocket and flicked it into the brawny man''s hand with his thumb.

    "Is that enough?"

    The brawny man nodded quickly with joy.

    "Enough."

    Although it was not a lot, it was still a chip, and the ve was not his after all.

    After putting the chip into his pocket, the brawny man raised his shotgun and fired a shot into the sky, then picked up the bullet shell on the ground, bowed to Chu Guang, and happily carried the gun back to the farm.

    The ve shrank on the ground and shivered, apparently terrified by the shot just now.

    Chu Guang instructed a yer toe forward, pull him up, and bring him in front of him.

    "I bought your life, and now you work for me." He said in amanding tone.

    Finally recovered, the ve immediately wanted to kneel, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

    "We don''t do this. Put your right fist on your left chest to show loyalty. If I find out that you want to betray us, your heart will be gouged out and fed to dogs."

    Chu Guang only said those words to scare the old ve. If there was really a traitor, they would be thrown into the Active matter extractor. There was no need to spend so much time and effort to punish them.

    Although Chu Guang himself was a civilized man, after living here and observing for a period of time, he knew that some problems cannot be solved with civilized thinking.

    The native people and the yers were two different creatures from their roots.

    For native people, he had to use native methods to manage them.

    This was good for both parties.

    "Yes, master," the old man lowered his head respectfully, showing a relieved expression. Then he pressed his right fist to his chest, "to offer you loyalty... My name is Luca, no, I don''t have a name. Master, could you please give me a name?"

    "You can keep the name Luca."

    Chu Guang didn''t want to waste time here. He beckoned to the yers.

    "Let''s go."

    "We have to go back before noon."

    ...

    This trip as a traveling merchant could be said to have been full of rewards.

    300 kilograms of struvite were exchanged for 3,600 kilograms of green wheat and shofar potatoes, and 100 kilograms of dried meat was exchanged for 500 kilograms of green wheat and 5 tools.

    Although, Chu Guang wanted to quibble that venison was different from hyena meat. The former was rarer than thetter. After all, it was not always possible to encounter deer migration, but the other party said that in this case, they would only take hyena meat. Anyway, as long as it was not human flesh, all other meats were the same to them. So Chu Guang had to give up in the end.

    However, Liu Zhengyue made a small concession for the sake of a long term trading rtionship, allowing him to pick between 5 tools of his choosing or 500 grams of tobo leaves to take away, which was regarded as a gift.

    Of course, Chu Guang chose the tools, ending up withrge pipe wrenches and fire axes. Even if he didn''t need it, he could make steel and copper out of them after he took them back to the shelter.

    In addition, 25 kilograms of smoked fish had been exchanged for almost 150 kilograms of waste metal.

    Unlike the aluminum and steel alloys that could be seen all over the streets, these metals were good products containing copper and zinc.

    Originally, Liu Zhengyue didn''t want to sell it, but maybe because he thought that the merchants would note for a few months anyway, it would be useless to keep them in the farm. So, after consulting his master, he nodded in agreement.

    The noon sun shone overhead, and the shadows of the trees shook on the road.

    Except for a strength type yer pulling the caravan, the rest of the yers were scattered around the caravan.

    asionally seeing mutant cockroaches approaching, yers would scream and rush up to beat them with sticks excitedly. They were even more excited than mutants.

    If mutants could think, they would be stunned right now.

    Who are the prey here?

    The only thing Chu Guang needed to do was to stop their collecting habit. They would put anything they found in their pockets.

    Although the mutant cockroach''s stomach asionally had some indigestible gadgets, and those lucky people could even find chips or bullets, the probability was really too small.

    In most cases, there were only cockroach eggs.

    Old Luca shuddered when he watched from the sidelines, presumably frightened by these people''s actions.

    He had never seen such a strange group of people. He couldn''t understand what they were thinking at all.

    But Luca knew very well that as a servant, he didn''t need to think about this problem. The less he knew, the longer he would live, so he didn''t say a word along the way, as if he didn''t exist.

    Leading the group back to the outpost base, Chu Guang, who had just arrived at the gate, happened to see the two brothers of the Yu family carrying their prey, gesturing anxiously with the yers at the south gate.

    Chu Guang''s eyes lit up and he called out from a distance.

    Hearing a familiar voice, the Yu brothers immediately turned their heads and waved with joy.

    "Brother Chu!"

 Chapter 74.1: Carpentry

    Chapter 74: Carpentry

    "Big Brother Chu¡ªHuh, what are you carrying on your back?"

    "Weapon," Chu Guang didn''t want to spend time exining it, so he changed the subject decisively, "Are you here to exchange things?"

    Yu Hu nodded, and said timidly,

    "Mhm, my elder brother and I killed a deer and want toe to you to exchange something. But I don''t understand what they said, and I don''t know what to do... Fortunately you are here."

    ncing at the prey, it didn''t look small.

    "It''s okay, I''ll give you a passter... Forget it, give it to you now."

    With that, Chu Guang took out the small notebook, drew a few strokes on it with a marker and handed it to Yu Hu.

    "Keep it safe, if someone stops you in the future, just show it to them."

    The paper and pen produced by the Shelter were still a bit difficult to forge.

    The characters on the pass were all written in Chinese, and there was his signature on it. It was not so easy for most people to imitate.

    Out of caution, Chu Guang also wrote a number on it. In the future, in case there was a need to give it to others, it would be easy to know who the pass originally belonged to.

    In the future, if he had the conditions, he would use the printing and anti-counterfeiting code.

    Yu Hu couldn''t understand what was written on it, so he carefully put it away and nodded.

    Then Chu Guang pointed to Luca, the old ve next to him, and said,

    "From now on, he will take charge of the warehouse. You can hand over the prey to him, and he will help you find someone to deal with it."

    Although old Luca was confused, he nodded respectfully.

    ording to his experience, there was no need to interrupt when his master was talking with the guest. If there was something that he needed to do, his master would naturally discuss it with him afterwards.

    If not, then that meant there was no need for him to do it.

    It was the first time that Yu Hu had seen this person. He didn''t know the man''s identity, so he nodded with a friendly smile.

    "Okay."

    "It just so happens that I''m going to the warehouse, you twoe with me." Without spending much time talking at the gate, Chu Guang took the two and the caravan to the warehouse.

    The reindeer had just been killed. There was an arrow that pierced its throat. Chu Guang asked the yer, who was the warehouse keeper, to weigh it. He then sent it to the butcher to be ughtered and its meat cut.

    Brother Scrambled Egg was now more and morefortable doing this job, and he even had two apprentices with him.

    Most of the mutated reindeer''s offal was inedible; one thing was that there was no spice that could cover the smell, and another was that no one was certain what they could''ve eaten when they were alive.

    Even though they were herbivores and did not eat carrion like hyenas, they were not domestic animals after all. Some nts and fungi that were harmful to humans would have remained in their digestive system to some extent.

    If it was not a physique type yer, there was no need to take that risk.

    The two brothers Yu Hu and Yu Xiong watched curiously. It was not that they had never seen a butcher ughter meat, it was the first time they saw the people in blue coats ughtering so skillfully.

    Peeling, removing tendons, taking meat, the butcher in a blue coat didn''t even blink his eyes. The fast moving knife didn''t seem to touch the bones, and the dropped bones didn''t even have any meat attached to it.

    It''s absolutely amazing.

    "The old butcher on Bett Street won''t let us watch him ughter meat. When I learn this, I will open a ughterhouse in front of my house in the future. The business will definitely be good," Yu Hu said excitedly to his elder brother.

    Yu Xiong shook his head.

    "Save your energy. Even if you want to open one, don''t open it at our door. I n to have a child next year. It will probably scare Xiaoyu, let alone my kid."

    Yu Hu scratched his head out of embarrassment.

    "Oh, okay, then I will open the opposite of the old Charlie''s grocery store, there are more people there."

    After a while, all the edible meat was put on the chopping board, and the inedible meat was poured into the stic bucket next to it.

    Brother Scrambled Egg hung the ughter knife aside, put the meat into the container, weighed it on the scale, and looked at the administrator.

    "Exactly a hundred kilograms¡ªquite a lot."

    Chu Guang nodded and instructed him to take twenty percent of the meat, with the leftovers and skins such as tendons and bones, and then ced all the remaining meat into the stic bags brought by the two brothers of the Yu family.

    "In a moment, you go to the warehouse to fetch 300g of coarse salt."

    The price of salt at the outpost had been adjusted, and now the price of coarse salt that had not beenpletely purified was one silver coin per fifty grams, which had dropped slightly.

    The price of refined salt was five times that of coarse salt, so to say, one silver coin per ten grams, which was a bit higher than before. If it was the kind with BUFF, it would float up to fifty percent of the basic price.

    However, regardless of whether there was BUFF refined salt, it was not sold externally. It was only for yers, and this could be regarded as a kind of welfare for yers.

    If calcted by the price of salt, Chu Guang''s payment for this deer skin was almost equivalent to six silver coins.

    If calcted by transaction costs, this figure was probably less than one-third. After all, most of the coarse salt was ¡°wholesale¡± from the merchant from Red River Town with dried meat and the average cost of a kilogram of coarse salt was only three kilograms of dried meat.

    However, the two brothers of the Yu family were still very happy. It was already a very good thing for them to be able to get salt that was not mixed with sand.

    In fact, Brother Chu gave quite a generous amount, which was a full fifty grams, which could be eaten for a few more days!

    It was great to win together!

    Full of gratitude, the two brothers thanked Chu Guang, carried their eighty kilograms of venison and three hundred grams of coarse salt, and left happily.

    Chu Guang called Luca, who had been following him, and he said to him,

    "If those yers in blue coatse to hand in their prey, you don''t need to weigh them. Hyenas are worth five silver each and reindeers are twelve silver each. The prey will be ughtered, and the meat will be smoked and then sent to the granary for storage."

    "If it''s a hunter from outside like the man just now, you will take him to the butcher like I did earlier, take twenty percent of the meat, take the bones and skins, and give back eighty percent, and then exchange it with three hundred grams of coarse salt, understand?"

    Luca was a very smart guy. Although he didn''t know what ''yer'' meant, he remembered what he had to do. He immediately nodded when he understood.

 Chapter 74.2

    "Yes."

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

    But at this time, he suddenly remembered something and took out two coins from his pocket, one silver and one yellow.

    "These are silver coins and copper coins. Remember them clearly. I will teach you some simple everydaynguage in a while so you canmunicate with the people here. It doesn''t matter if you don''t understand it, you only do what you should do, say what you should say, understand??"

    Luca stared at Chu Guang in confusion for a while, and then bobbed his head vigorously.

    "Understood!"

    "Very well, that''s pretty much all you need to do. You stay here and familiarize yourself with the work environment first. I''ll teach you other thingster."

    Luca stood in ce very honestly, guarding the part-time warehouse keeper yer, though he had made thetter feel ufortable for a while.

    Chu Guang was satisfied with his attitude.

    This new NPC was not bad. Sure enough, what you pay is what you get. Even though he had cost him one chip, it was better than Xia Yan who he got for free.

    Just look at that dumb woman, she could even fall asleep when trying to memorize a book. Moreover, she would getzy as soon as she would finish the task that had been assigned to her. She wouldn''t even want to move an inch unless he whipped her. But strangely, she was very popr on the forum.

    Even until now, Chu Guang still couldn''t figure out why she was so popr.

    At this moment, Xia Yan, who was dozing off in front of the weapon shop, sneezed all of sudden.

    Sniffing her nose, she raised her red forehead nkly, and stretched her neck to look around like a groundhog just waking up.

    Seeing that there was no business in the shop like the usual, and that no one came to check the post, Xia Yan was relieved. She wrapped the fur coat around her body and then went back to napping.

    Perhaps, it was because there was no hope to return to her old work, and her future gloomy and bleak, that she would admit that she had indeed be a littlex recently. She even lost her inherent vignce.

    However, although this ce was not as lively as Boulder City, the deerskin coat she was wearing was indeed quite warm. It was not only made of good deerskin, but it was also handmade.

    If it was in Boulder City, it would definitely cost a lot of chips.

    ''Chips¡­''

    ''Wine¡­ Chocte¡­''

    As she thought about it, her saliva flowed uncontrobly.

    ...

    Woodworking Cabin.

    When Chu Guang found [WC_really_has_mosquitoes], he found that he was standing in front of a half-person-height wooden box, with his concentration on to what he was making.

    "What are you doing?"

    Hearing the sounding from behind, Mosquito put down the tool in his hand and pped his hands. He turned back to look at the administrator, and said with joy,

    "Dear administrator, I am designing a new weapon!"

    "...A new weapon?"

    "Yes! After thest battle, I found that we urgently need a support weapon that can unleash a massive amount of firepower toward the enemy''s position within a few seconds!"

    Speaking excitedly, Mosquito then pointed at the honeb-shaped wooden box in front of him.

    "''Blizzard 0.1''! It''s designed for this!"

    ''This thing is a cluster rocket? !''

    ''But there was nothing inside, and the most critical "rocket" had not been made yet.''

    After staring straight at the thing for a while, Chu Guang couldn''t help but say, "... I remember that you made something 0.2st time? Why did you change back to 0.1?"

    "Ah, that is Hellfire, it''s a different series."

    Mosquito¡¯s expression was slightly embarrassed, but soon this embarrassment was reced by excitement again, ¡°Please listen to me! This thing may look primitive, but I can guarantee that it will be very, very, useful!¡±

    "ording to the n I designed, it canunch all fifty rockets carrying ck powder, acetone and wood tar within ten seconds, and could cover a part of the battlefield within a hundred-meter radius!"

    ''Covering a hundred metres doesn''t seem that bad¡­''

    However, leaving the coverage radius and uracy aside,

    Chu Guang was worried that it would explode, and even covered the one hundred meters behind it as well.

    "Rockets? Are you sure?"

    "Uh, yes! Although the propent is ck powder, the effect should be simr¡­ I think."

    Mosquito''s eyes drifted to one side unnaturally, and with a smile, he said,

    "ording to my design, the propulsion part of each rocket is about one kilogram. After adding me retardant, the working time can theoretically be extended six to eight seconds, and it can generate a thrust of three point five to five kilograms and deliver one to one and a half kilograms of projectiles without any problems!"

    "I n to use wood tar, acetone purified by vaporization of firewood, and ck powder for this one kilogram of projectile, so that it can burn after exploding!"

    Chu Guang''s eyelids twitched.

    ''My god.''

    ''This is using explosives to fire explosives.''

    ''It would be great if the projectiles could be sent out, but what if it failed?''

    ''That would be game over!''

    With a low cough, Chu Guang cautioned,

    "For street fighting... this might not have enough power, and I always feel that it''s very dangerous. I still suggest you try to get the nitrocellulose out, that is more powerful."

    The detonation speed of ck powder was only six hundred, and the smokeless powder can reach two thousand, there was no problem with residual powder.

    It was said that the famous "Katyusha" BM-13 series rockets used smokeless gunpowder as the propent in the early days. Later, the viscous nitroglycerin was used as a sticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to make a double-base solid propent...

    ck powder¡­ was only good for making bombs.

    Using it to make this kind of thing was really difficult.

    "You are right," Brother Mosquito murmured, stroking his chin, "Tsk, if only I could get a gas tank."

    Chu Guang always felt that this guy was thinking about doing something dangerous, but it was hard to tell whether there was such a thing as a gas tank in this era. Maybe he didn''t need to worry too much.

    "Let''s leave this aside for the time being... I need you to make three single beds for me."

    "Okay, by the way, is it in a hurry?"

    Chu Guang thought about it for a while.

    "At least make one before the evening, can it be done?"

    Brother Mosquito stroked his chin and said,

    "There should be no problem."

    ''It takes time to develop weapons.''

    ''But doing carpentry,''

    ''Anyone with hands can do it.''

 Chapter 75.1: A Warehouse Clerk Who Can Do Farm Work

    Chapter 75: A Warehouse Clerk Who Can Do Farm Work

    "Old brother, your electric st furnace doesn''t work well."

    "... It may be that the power is not enough. I will see if I can use these copper wires to build arger generator."

    "Old brother, you are really a genius!"

    When leaving the Woodworking Cabin, Chu Guang passed by the industrial area and saw several yers in front of the steel-making st furnace, wondering how to improve the steel-making technology.

    The electric furnace improved from scraps seemed to have failed, and the problem seemed to be the power. The two yers were discussing how to make a more powerful generator.

    It would be great if it seeded.

    Muttering silently in his heart, Chu Guang, carrying a hammer, walked to the side of the brick kiln and found [Hold_the_sword_execution], who was instructing other yers to burn bricks.

    Since Old White switched to hunter ss, the post of construction team leader has fallen onto Civil Engineer Brother Sword''s shoulder.

    "The three-meter-high wall is still too short. The marauders¡¯ second round of attack wille sooner orter. I n to strengthen the defense of the outpost. Do you have any good suggestions?"

    Unexpectedly, the administrator would find himself to discuss such an important issue.

    Hold_the_sword_execution was surprised at first, and immediately thought about it seriously.

    "Looking at the marauder''s weapons, we can see that they use Molotov cocktails, projectiles, and light weapons. Although the wall can prevent them from breaking through our defenses recklessly, the advantages it provides in the actual firefighting are actually not that great!"

    "My suggestion is that we can gather building materials to build 3 to 4 meters high bunkers outside the wall, and then use Z-shaped trenches to connect these bunkers!"

    Hearing this little yer''s suggestion, Chu Guang''s eyes lit up.

    This idea is really good.

    The marauders were very simr to goblins in fantasy movies. Neither their firepower nor meleebat ability was very strong, and their advantage mainly lied in intimidation and harassment.

    Intimidation was of no use to yers; it would only make these lunatics more excited. The only thing that needed to be paid attention to was their ability to harass.

    A bunker would provide a frontal suppression effect, and the nking trenches could perfectly limit the maneuverability of marauders.

    Could the marauders that have lost their mobility still be called marauders?

    They would all be mobile "experience points"!

    Even if they gritted their teeth, broke through the defense gap, and jumped into the trenches, what awaited them would be an even more cruel and bloody storm.

    The only problem left was the yers¡¯ inability to hit a target with a gun.

    But would they still need to worry about the uracy when they fight with bays in the trenches?

    In the minds of these yers, there was no concept of retreat. Once they get excited, they wouldn''t even mind blowing themselves up to get a few more kills.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang made a decision immediately.

    "Let''s do it your way, how much manpower do you need?"

    Hold_the_sword_execution summed up in his mind and said.

    "If you give me 20 people, I can do it in three days! If you give me 30 people, I can do it in two days at most!"

    Digging trenches was not that difficult. With tools such as shovels and a few strength type yers, it was estimated that it would be done in less than a day.

    The main structure could be dug out first, and then the structure could be slowly reinforced with wood.

    As for the bunkers, yers could pull some cement blocks from the abandoned construction site and use wood and discarded steel bars to make beams, so building a rudimentary bunker shouldn''t be a problem.

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "I''ll give you 40 people!"

    "40? Will it be too much?" Hold_the_sword_execution was stunned.

    Chu Guang shook his head.

    "What weck is not people, but time. A batch of reinforcements will arrive on the surface tomorrow, and I will give you all these neers at that time."

    There were 40 yers who obtained the qualifications for the test in this batch¡ªthis number had broken the new record.

    With so many neers pouring into the game, he had to find something for them to do, lest so many yers run around like headless flies in the base.

    While working for Brother Sword, they could also get acquainted with the work culture of No. 404 shelter.

    In order to make Hold_the_sword_execution pay enough attention to this task, Chu Guang paused for a while and then continued to speak in a serious tone.

    "This task is very important. I hope you will take it seriously. In addition, your contribution points and rewards will be determined by the quality of the fortifications."

    "If the fortifications you design perform well in the next battle, there will be additional rewards."

    Although the administrator didn''t tell him how much the reward was, looking at the NPC''s seriousness, Hold_the_sword_execution directly regarded it as a hidden task.

    He straightened his back excitedly, pressed his right fist to his left chest, and said vigorously.

    "I''ll definitelyplete the task!"

    "Very good."

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

    "For the rest of the day, you can create a detailed n and leave marks outside the wall. Then you can start work immediately tomorrow morning."

    "Go."

    ...

    A scout was caughtst night, but no movement came from the marauders¡¯ side all day. It made Chu Guang wonder what the bloodhand n people were thinking.

    Are you nning to wait for us to attack first?

    Neither the plundering team nor the investigating scout returned. No matter how dumb the other party was, they should have realized that those people would never return.

    The hunter squads scattered on the north and east sides of the wend park were not only hunting mutants, but also hunting marauder scouts in coordination with the secret observation points.

    It was still quite troublesome to wear an exoskeleton on the body, especially with arge hammer weighing 20 to 30 kilograms on the back.

    Chu Guang walked to the generator and took off the equipment. He found a cable to connect the KV-1 exoskeleton to power and started charging it. After that, he began to patrol the outpost.

    At this time, he suddenly noticed that two yers were squatting on the corner of the granary, discussing something in a whisper, so he walked closer and took a look.

    "What are you doing?"

    ...

    Looking for volunteering editors to speed up my releasing speed.

    You will be given a test chapter to test your editing skill and the knowledge of this project.

    ...

 Chapter 75.2

    The two yers squatting on the ground got up.

    "Dear Administrator, we think those things look familiar, a bit like the green wheat we ate before."

    As he said, the yer stretched out his index finger and pointed at a few turquoise wheat ears swaying by the side of the granary.

    In fact, they were more like green foxtails than wheat ears. On top of the thin stem was a handful of immature ears with tiny seeds at the edge, each bigger than a sesame seed.

    Chu Guang had never nted this kind of thing. He had only nted shofar potatoes before, and he failed to grow them.

    Although he had imported a lot of green wheat before, he had never seen where the green wheat came from, so he couldn''t figure out what they were for a while.

    Thinking that there was a savvy person in the outpost, Chu Guang went to the warehouse and called Old Luca who was standing there, familiar with the post, and brought him to the granary.

    Luca gave a cursory nce without squatting down to confirm anything, then nodded and said in a positive tone.

    "Master, those are indeed green wheat, and it looks like they¡¯ve been growing for half a month. But since those seedlings were not nted at the right time, it looks like they are dying. In addition to the frost this morning, it will snow in two days at thetest. Those nts won¡¯t be able to live for a few days."

    Seriously?

    They are ready-to-be-harvested green wheat?

    Staring at the crumbling seedlings on the ground for a while, Chu Guang guessed that some of them were sprinkled there when he moved the grains.

    "You know how to grow this stuff?"

    "Master, you are very funny. I have been doing farm work for decades... Besides, green wheat is not wheat. This crop originated from green foxtails, so it is not difficult to grow them. Like shofar potatoes, you have to wait for it to sprout to be cut into pieces for nting. For green wheat, you don¡¯t even need to make seeds. You just need to find a piece ofnd and sprinkle it on. After two or three months, it can grow a bunch, just like weeds would." Luca said.

    "Really?" Chu Guang said in a daze.

    "Yes, it''s mainly because... this kind of food is not good, it is usually for people like us to eat. If you have seen what it looks like when it is just cut, you will know why I said that. It really smells like weeds, it only gets better after drying intensively under the sun."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Luca nced at Chu Guang cautiously, then continued.

    "But this thing also has its advantages. It grows fast, takes deep roots, can absorb water, can withstand drought, and can live with bad temperatures. It doesn''t require much care. The only disadvantage is that you can''t get much from one crop, and the yield is not good."

    "The ears can be cut down to fill the stomach and feed the animals. The stems can be burnt to ashes and used as potash fertilizer when they are sprayed into the soil, or they can be used forposting and fermentation. This kind of crop, we normally grow it in rotations with other crops."

    "If there is some surplus fertilizer in the soil, for example, just after nting other crops, you can try to grow this crop. It is not a problem to produce two to three hundred kilograms per six hundred square metres. If you want to grow it alone, the harvest will be average. They are about the same height as this one when they are matured, so its yield is not very high."

    "... In my impression, the merchant from the north will buy some of this kind of crop along with the nearby survivor stronghold, while those from the south will rarely buy it."

    Before, Chu Guang had been curious about what variant of this green wheat was, and now he had solved the case.

    It turned out that it was mutated from the foxtail?

    No wonder the survivors of Bett Street grind this stuff into pancakes or boil them into a paste, presumably to vtilize more oxalic acid.

    ¡®So this means that I have been feeding the yers weed?¡¯

    Chu Guang''s face twitched.

    In short, this information should not be updated on the official website.

    "Then what kind of crops did you usually grow before?" Chu Guang changed the topic.

    "Many different types¡ªgreen wheat and shofar potatoes are the cheapest, avable in all seasons. Fruits and vegetables will be more expensive, and they are grown in the greenhouse. The Red Rib Leaves are the most profitable ones, which can be used as tobo leaves when they are dried. Both scavengers and merchants can afford to consume it. I think some people use it as a substitute for spices to cover up part of the smell. In addition to this, there is also a crop called Camu Tree, which produces a kind of yellow-green fruit."

    "What is that?" Chu Guang asked immediately.

    Luca shook his head and said.

    "Master, my old master wouldn''t tell us what it is. I only know that the merchants from Boulder City woulde over and buy them in a whole box. Seriously, that thing is not tasty¡ªit tastes like a used tire. But you can get a lot of oil when you cut open the bark. Our generator burns that thing. It can be used after a little purification."

    Chu Guang thought for a moment.

    "Maybe the camu fruit is not food."

    With Luca''s knowledge level, of course he couldn''t understand this sentence, but he didn''t say anything. He waited obediently, only answering the questions asked by his master.

    Chu Guang took out a small notebook and wrote a few notes on it.

    [1. Tips for Wastnders: Brown Farm has an economic crop called Camu Tree. The fruit is suspected to be able to produce rubber, and tree oil can be used as fuel. ]

    [2. Force intelligence: Brown Farm has close businesses with the outside world. They have ves and a certain number of weapons, but they deliberately hide their strength. Its real economic status andbat effectiveness may be slightly stronger than it appears on the surface. The threat level is appropriately raised from C- to C, and the force favorability remains neutral (0). ]

    [3. Faction intelligence: Shelter outpost No. 404 has a harmonious rtionship with the scavengers on Bett Street. The threat level remains unchanged at E-, and the force favorability has been increased from neutral (30) to friendly (50). ]

    [4. Newly added NPC in the outpost: Warehouse Clerk Luca. Old Luca was a ve who had a miserable life. After being rescued by the administrator, he swore allegiance to the shelter. His ambition is to make hunger disappear from the wastnd.

    He suffers from severe arthritis in his legs and can''t do too much work. Helping him move things may be a good way to increase his favorability. At the same time, please note that acts such as stealing will reduce his evaluation of you. In addition, his experience with various nts on the waste soil is a valuable asset, and may be of great use during the spring plowing season. ]

    Update of today''s official website.

    That''s all for now!

 Chapter 76.1: A New Way to Play

    Chapter 76: A New Way to y

    Official website:

    [...]

    [5. Shelter 404 B2 floor content will be opened after the "Bloodhand n" quest is cleared. ]

    [6. Wastnd Tips: The weather has turned cold, please remember to wear more clothes. In addition, if you see the proprietress of the weapon shop dozing off, please remember to wake her up to prevent her from catching a cold. ]

    On the same day, at six o''clock in the evening, the official website updated the announcement on time. Thement area below the announcement was quickly upied by the yers who were stationed on the official website.

    Tail: "Throne is mine! (¡Ý¦Ø?*)?"

    Quit_smoking: "First!"

    Quit_smoking: "Fuck! My first reply!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Damn, I thought it was a new update!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "I got excited for nothing!"

    Irene: "By the way, there are new yersing in again. How many batches of new yers do we have already? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Quit_your_bullshit: "This is the 5th batch! A total of 40 people! It''s so cool, hahaha, I was so excited that I couldn''t fall asleepst night. Finally, I will be able to have fun tomorrow night!"

    Makka_Pakka: "Brother, don''t get too happy, this game is not a normal game, I must let you know in advance!"

    Midnight_pubg: "I¡¯m a strength type yer looking for a team, do any neers want to cut trees together? Come and cut trees with me, the axe is the man''s only romance!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "No one! All neers are mine! Muhahaha!"

    Night Ten: "Brother Sword! Your mature and steady image has copsed!"

    Perverted_old_man: "This man is scary. (?§¥?*)"

    Little_book_worm: "Is this game serious? Is it serious? (nervous.jpg)"

    The official website was as lively as always, full of joy.

    Tomorrow was the fourth day since the Alpha 0.4 version went live, and there would be 40 newbies arriving in the game world.

    The poption of shelter 404 on the surface would also rise to 90!

    Chu Guang nced at the number of applications. It just broke the eight hundred mark. This time, thanks to the illustrations drawn by a certain mole on the forum, many passersby were attracted to join in the fun.

    Chu Guang clicked on the post and took a look. He found that the subject of the painting was actually himself.

    Haha, not bad, the guy in the paintings is pretty handsome.

    But still not as handsome as the real person.

    The_Escaping_Mole: "What else do you want to see? There seem to be only a few NPCs."

    I_am_the_darkest: "Doujinshi! I want to read the Doujinshi of this game''s NPCs!"

    Rainy_night_without_umbre: "Yes! I want Teng Teng and Ya Ya''s Doujinshi! (nosebleed)"

    Teng_teng: "No, you don''t want to! (#`§¥¡ä)?? oIo"

    Little_girl_trafficker: "Ya Ya and leech!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "damn, you are perverted."

    Chu Guang burst outughing.

    It was great, his game was getting more and more lively.

    Today¡¯s announcement on the Wastnd Online official website was a sess¡ªalthough there was no new news about the development progress, some settings were gradually released as the game plot advanced. Many smart yers still got a lot of important information from the announcement.

    In the Bull and Horse Club group.

    The Bull And Horse Club yers, headed by Old White and others, basically got up on time at 6 o''clock, and their work and rest time was quite healthy.

    Every time after going offline, the first thing these people did when they got up was not to wash their faces and brush their teeth, but turn on their mobile phones to brag in the group.

    At this moment, the focus of the topic was on the announcement on the official website today¡ª¡ª

    Old White: "Holy shit, the amount of information in this update is a bit big!"

    Quit_smoking: "Good brother, tell me more about it! T.T"

    Old White: "To summarize in one sentence; there¡¯s one new NPC and one new "Faction Rtion" setting! There are also new NPC "Background Story" and "Personality" settings! If this update was in other games, it would be considered a new expansion pack!"

    No_one_understands_love: "It''s a pity that Brother Arrogant Lord has quit from the group, or I would¡¯ve had a lot of fun by now. (LOL)"

    Night Ten: "Who knew that his psychological endurance is so bad, I just said that if he barks again, he will be banned, but he quit by himself. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Gale: "freedom of speech."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "(eating popcorns)"

    Without the Brother Arrogant Lord, the Bull And Horse Club had a lot less fun.

    However, this guy just moved to the Wastnd Online forum.

    Ample Time: "Just ignore that person, let me talk about my analysis first. Although the official website did not release new content in the form of ''Alpha 0.5 version'' this time, in fact, this soft update is enough to be called a major update! My guess is that maybe it is because this part of the content does not require new test yers, so the official version number is not updated."

    Old White: "It makes sense. Every time the version number is updated, it seems that a batch of closed test qualifications will be issued. If the version number is not updated, it means that the content of this test is actually within the framework of version 0.4."

    Ample Time: "Exactly! In fact, you should have noticed that since thest version, the frequency of ourmunication with NPCs has almost doubled. First, caravans visited, and then nearby indigenous people came to cooperate, and today we organized a caravan of yers and headed to Brown Farm. Who wants to guess what this means?"

    Seeing no one answer, Ample Time estimated that everyone was waiting for an answer from him, so he continued to type.

    "This means... a wider open world! Think about it. From the perspective of the publisher, why do you update the ''Force Favorability'' setting at this time?"

    Night Ten: "Uh, I can''t figure it out. Can you borate?"

 Chapter 76.2

    Ample Time: "I still remember what Brother Light said at the beginning. What Wastnd Online wants to create is apletely real world! Since it is a real world, then doesn¡¯t that mean that NPCs will definitely evaluate the yer''s behavior and make corresponding reactions?"

    Night Ten: "It seems to make sense, but what does this have to do with the wider open world you are talking about? Originally, NPCs already have favorability settings."

    Ample Time: "It has a lot to do with it! The yer is set as a member of the 404 shelter. There is not only the rtionship between the yer and the NPCs, but also the overall evaluation of the yers by the NPCs! For example, if one of the yers killed a native today, do you think the rtives, friends, and neighbors of the native will wee us with smiles tomorrow? Naturally, they will be vignt even if it doesn''t be hostile!"

    Night Ten: "Seriously? You mean, joint responsibility?"

    Gale: "This will make the game y a little bit difficult. Now that the circle is small, it is still manageable. But it is difficult to ensure that everyone is a normal yer when the circle bes big."

    Ample Time: "I don''t think so. The troublemakers and trolls are mostly new yers, and it is unlikely for old yers to suddenly change the gamey style. Generally, these neers have no guns, no money, no attributes, and no skills. If there is a conflict, the NPCs can whoop their ass easily. If we find the problem early, we can deal with it early. After a period of time, once they be addicted to the game, they will cherish their ount much more. It would make them think twice before doing something stupid. You know what I mean?"

    Gale: "It makes sense."

    Night Ten: "?? What? What? What do you mean?"

    Ample Time: "The trolls and troublemakers are the problems that the server operation and maintenance personnel need to worry about after the internal test. Let''s not discuss it here. In short, the power favorability system has been opened, which shows that the publisher has consciously guided the yers to start thinking about the overall interests of the shelter. But why did they roll out this suddenly, you ask? Obviously, it is paving the way for the ''opening of a new map'' and adding new forces!"

    Old White: "I agree with Ample Time. I don¡¯t know if you all have noticed it. As mentioned in Article 5 of today¡¯s update announcement, the shelter B2 floor will be opened after the ''Bloodhand n'' is cleared! What does this mean? Obviously the new map has been developed, but it¡¯s not yet open."

    Night Ten: "damnit, is this testing the AI or testing us again?"

    Ample Time: "I think it is both! After all, the game is for people to y. If they want to create a game close to the real world, an open virtualmunity, then they have to test the yer''s behavior in thismunity and adjust server rules and gamey. I have to praise the development team again, this idea is simply incredible!"

    Old White: "Okay, okay, stop shilling, tell me what you think? What do we do next? Hunt, or some other activities?"

    Ample Time: "After the winter, there will be fewer and fewer prey, and the profit of hunting is not high. Now that the war with Bloodhand n has begun, I specte that the administrator will soon increase the bounty for marauders. The next stage of gamey will revolve around this."

    Gale: "It makes sense."

    Night Ten: "By the way, we bought ournd but we haven''t started construction yet. When will we build a house?"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Yes, yes, I am waiting to open the workshop. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Gale: "Don''t worry, our own construction efficiency is too low, it is better to hire a few people to build it."

    Ample Time: "I think so too. Just leave the task of building a house to the professional construction yers. We still focus on farming coins and upgrading equipment."

    Chu Guang, who hadn''t been on the Penguin chat software for a long time, looked at theputer screen and was impressed by those yers again.

    As expected of Ample Time!

    His understanding of the version was better than his.

    "Starting tomorrow, I''ll increase the bounty for marauders."

    "Capture a hostile target: After the identity is confirmed as a marauder, an additional 20 silver and 200 contribution points will be awarded on the basis of the original 5 silver coin reward. Bring back a marauder''s corpse: an additional 10 silver coins and 200 contribution points will be awarded based on the original 5 copper coin reward."

    "If the opponent is a squad leader, the award will be doubled!"

    "Oh right, in order to prevent neers from intentionally leeching, the level of rewarding tasks has to be restricted. Mhm... I¡¯ll temporarily set it at LV2 and adjust itter depending on the situation."

    The gic sequences of the yers of the first echelon has basically reached LV2, and yers such as Old White who entered the game earlier have even reached LV4.

    Being able to reach LV2 showed that they had a certain understanding of the game, and the bonuses brought by the basic attributes could also prevent yers from being killed easily when facing marauders.

    Of course, the most important thing was that yers of this level had savings. After a little hard work, they could afford the cheapest iron-barreled rifle in the weapon store.

    Chu Guang checked the lockers every day.

    In addition to every silver coin issued, he asked Little Seven to keep a record. It could be said that Chu Guang knew even better than the yers how much money they had.

    In fact, thend itself was not expensive, only 10 silver coins per square meter.

    At this time, most yers had already saved enough money to buynd, but had not yet saved up to 2000 contribution points to upgrade their citizenship status.

    Since this was the case, there would be no point for them to save money at this time. They would take out their money to buy guns to farm contribution points.

    When the mission is cleared, this opportunity will be gone!

    "Depending on the situation, if there are not many people buying tomorrow, I''ll let Xia Yan give a 10% discount to the basic gun in the weapon shop."

    Of course, only iron barrel rifles and revolver rifles would be sold at the discounted price, but bullets were not included.

    A steel cored bullet produced by Boulder City was sold for 1 silver in a weapon shop. The rolled copper shell bullet produced by Red River Town was sold for 5 copper.

    If it was an "inferior" bullet made by the weapon shop proprietress with ck powder, it would be slightly cheaper, and people could buy one for 2 copper.

    Too expensive?

    Thenin about it to the proprietress. It has nothing to do with me, the administrator.

    It''s not my store after all.

    There was a smile on Chu Guang''s face.

    Finally, he didn''t have to worry about the ammunition of these yers by himself.

    When the yers bought the guns, they could waste as many bullets as they liked. Anyway, they would buy it at their own expense.

    Xia Yan, who was sitting in the corner memorising a book, shuddered suddenly without warning.

    Warm air obviously blew from the air vents, but there was cool air whistling behind her. She always felt that the man sitting in front of theputer was nning something "evil".

    His smile looked so perverted...

 Chapter 77.1: The Fifth Batch of Players

    Chapter 77: The Fifth Batch of yers

    The square in front of the nursing home was full of people.

    The reactions of the newbies who had just entered the game were the same as the previous batch. Looking at the lifelike world in front of them, they rubbed their eyes repeatedly, wishing to kneel on the ground and gently kiss the sand and dirt under their feet.

    "This, this, this!"

    "Holy cow, is it really virtual reality!? Wait, where''s the logout button? Let me find it real quick. I don''t want to end up like Kirito¡ªthat wimp."

    "Haha, don''t worry. Find a brick and hit your head with it, then you will log out."

    "Wow, can I take a screenshot? This is too shocking."

    "Damn son, this can shock me for a whole year!"

    "It''s so big."

    There was a lot of chattering and noise in the square, but the old yers of Wastnd Online have long been used to it.

    After all, it was almost the same when they first went online.

    Stepping on a piece of virtual soil with both feet, feeling the iparably real wind, the impact on the worldview and cognition couldn''t be described in words.

    Appearing as the administrator of shelter No. 404, Chu Guang carried a stic bag and arrived in front of these neers. He signalled them to be quiet, and then handed out newbie gift packs to them one by one.

    "These are five copper coins."

    "You can take them to the warehouse to rent tools, or go to the granary to buy food, or you can trade with other yers."

    Although these neers were noisy, they still respected the administrator who had the ability to ban them from the game.

    "Administrator, are you really an npc? I mean, are you really AI? Not a human being? I''m sorry, but you look¡­ too real!"

    "The administrator is so handsome, are you still single?"

    "Npc, how do I check your favorability? Where can I check it? Does this game have no yer interface?"

    "Where is my health bar? Where is the mana bar?"

    "Hey, how do I y this game? Who can teach me?"

    "What''s the use of money? Can you give me a novice sword?"

    ''LMAO.''

    ''Novice sword?''

    Chu Guangughed in his heart but ignored it.

    ''Don''t worry, you don''t need that stuff.''

    As a conscientious and responsible npc, Chu Guang did not answer any questions and instead, handed out the novice gift pack skillfully.

    Confirming that everyone received the newbie gifts, Chu Guang then looked at Brother Sword, who was standing beside him with his hands behind his back, and said in a stern tone,

    "The defense of the outpost will be left to you."

    [Hold_the_sword_execution] responded excitedly,

    "Yes! Administrator!"

    Before these newbies had time to kneel down and kiss the soil at their feet, they were dragged out by the passionate old yer to dig trenches outside.

    Chu Guang believed that if the trenches were dug and then they would see the results of theirbor, they should have a deeper understanding of this game.

    He was not worried.

    After all, this was how other yers learned how to y this game.

    Seeing these new yers marching excitedly towards the north gate, Chu Guang suddenly remembered a RTS game that he had yed a long time ago.

    Its name is "Majesty: The Fantasy Kingdom Sim". Because it wasn''t popr, plus the sequel made it even worse, not many people have heard of it.

    The gamey of this game was very interesting. Unlike mainstream RTS games that emphasize micro-management, yers who ruled the kingdom could not "directly control every unit".

    ''What does that mean?''

    Simply put, if a monster appears in a yer''s territory, the yer can''t use micromaniptions tomand the heroes of various professions in the kingdom to sh the monster, but instead the yer can offer a bounty on that monster and give out a handful of gold coins.

    The heroes will naturally team up to fight that monster, and the hero who killed the monster will gain experience and gold coins. With the reward money from the task, they would go to the tavern in the kingdom to consume, buy weapons and supplies in the item shop, or learn skills and magic.

    If it was a monster that cannot be dealt with, the heroes would also fear and run away...unless the monster''s bounty was increased. Driven by sufficient interest, even if the opponent was a dragon, adventurers holding broken copper and iron weapons would bravelyunch a charge.

    Chu Guang would sometimes feel that he was actually doing the same thing.

    Although there was no way to mark the marauder''s health bar, he could still put bounty on their heads.

    The warehouse of the outpost was surrounded by a group of "old yers" above lv2.

    Since most tasks were rted to the collection of materials, this ce had almost be a conventional task release point.

    "Damn! A marauder twenty silver and two hundred contribution points?! And can it stack with the original five silver coins per captive reward?"

    "Squad leader bonus doubled!"

    "Who knows how many people are there in Bloodhand n? I''m waiting for an answer, very urgent!"

    "Brothers! Our opportunity to get rich overnight is here! Whether you want to rush or not, I''ll! Is there a team? I am a strength type. I''m looking for perception type and agility type yers, so let''s go fight guerris together! The reward will be shared by everyone!"

    "I stillck one thousand contribution points to be able to upgrade to citizenship. For normal missions, it would take a week. But now I only need to capture five prisoners? This reward is awesome! But will the dying ones count as alive captives? "

    "It doesn''t matter if they are dead! That''s still ten silver coins! I would have to move bricks for a day to be able to earn that much."

    The yers who saw the reward lost their minds and even suspected that the administrator had mibeled the reward for the task.

    ...

    Looking for volunteering editors to speed up my releasing speed.

    You will be given a test chapter to test your editing skill and the knowledge of this project.

    ...

 Chapter 77.2

    However, they did not know that a certain "npc" did so on purpose.

    Regardless of therge number of rewards, this task was not something that one person could do alone. The three-person group and the four-person group were standard group size. Once the reward was split up, the reward would not be that high.

    ording to intelligence, there were about sixty or seventy people in the Bloodhand n. Even if a few squad leaders were counted, there would be no problem in controlling the budget within two thousand silver coins.

    Besides, it didn''t matter if the budget was exceeded.

    ''Was it a bad thing for yers to have money?''

    ''Obviously not!''

    Everything in the shelter belonged to him after all.

    The forty yers who just entered were enough to fill the vacancies in the basicbor posts at the outpost.

    And those old yers who had a deeper understanding of the game could use money to buy guns andnd, stimte domestic demand, and develop new gamey.

    Chu Guang felt that he who designed this model might be even more talented than the first administrator who "packaged the world into a game".

    Simply perfect!

    At this time, someone finally noticed the need for levels at the bottom of the task book.

    "Huh! There is also a level requirement for the mission? I''m only lv1. How can I level up?"

    "Strength type go cut trees, perception and agile type need to find a team... Wait, it only says that you need lv2 to take the task, but there is no restriction on lv2 to team up with people of other levels?"

    "Boss! Take me with you!"

    "What''s your sequence?"

    "Intelligence!"

    "Get lost."

    "Screw you!"

    Luca, the new warehouse manager, sat on the chair in front of the door, guarding the ount book on the wooden door table, and turned a deaf ear to the chattering noise in front of the door.

    Yesterday evening, his new master exined the work content to him.

    Starting today, he no longer needed to do farm work. He only needed to move the things brought by the residents in blue coats into the warehouse, write them down in the ount book with a few not too difficult symbols, and then give them "remuneration".

    It was a very strange metal coin.

    Luca didn''t understand the value of this thing, and had never heard of a survivor settlement using this kind of thing to trade.

    However, these blue coats treated it like treasures after receiving these coins. Maybe, it was something very important to them.

    Luca didn''t want to think about these issues.

    Years of experience taught him that knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing.

    Seeing Chu Guang approaching in his direction, he immediately stood up, trembling, clenched his right fist and ced it on his left chest, and saluted respectfully.

    "Master, what''s your order?"

    Ignoring the curious yers around, Chu Guang put the wooden basket in his hand on the table.

    "I have a few things here. You can sell them for me. It''s the same old rule I told you. If someonees to buy it, you can just tell him to pay ording to the price on thebel."

    Chu Guang spent all the six bonus points he received yesterday on the blind boxes, but maybe because his luck was used upst time, he only got six lollipops this time.

    Fortunately, two of them had attribute bonuses, which was not too bad.

    Since his drawers could no longer fit anymore candies, he grabbed two handfuls of them and brought them to the warehouse.

    Each lollipop was priced at one silver coin, and the one with buff was doubled.

    With such an expensive price, those lollipops may not be bought by anyone, but it could still decorate the store shelves, making the shop look less empty.

    "Yes master."

    Old Luca ced the contents of the wooden basket on the shelf aside, and then affixed thebel written by Chu Guang.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and asked.

    "By the way, does Brown Farm grow any sugarcane?"

    "Sugarcane?" Old Luca looked confused, as if he had never heard of it.

    Chu Guang went on to exin.

    "A crop that produces sugar."

    Hearing sugar, old Luca finally understood and replied.

    "I have stayed at Brown Farm for twenty years. I haven''t heard of a crop called sugarcane... But I know a little about the sugar you said. There is a crop called Red Beet on the farm, which looks like a radish. It can squeeze out the red sugar juice, and after boiling, you can get some small solid things at the bottom. That should be the sugar you said."

    ''Can sugar beets produce sugar?''

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

    "Is that thing good for sale?"

    "That...I don''t know, but whether it is a merchant from the south or from the north, they will all buy a little, but they won''t buy too much. I heard that it''s cheaper than salt."

    In ces where sugar was produced, sugar was certainly not as valuable as salt.

    In the wastnd, the cost of transporting amodity may even be much higher than the cost of producing it. This was not new.

    But sugar was a good thing.

    This thing was not only edible, it could also be used to make wine, and it could even be used as a weapon.

    ''In theing spring next year, I have to find a way to get some seeds.''

    Chu Guang immediately thought of Boulder City.

    Among its neighboring ces, that ce most likely had the things he needed.

    "Master, do you have any more orders?"

    "No, you can carry on doing your own thing."

    "Yes, master."

    Old Luca watched Chu Guang leave, then returned to his chair and sat down.

    At this time, many yers became interested in the new products on the shelves and gathered around.

    Luca was nervous, afraid that someone would steal it.

    However, the quality of these yers was very high, they just gathered around and discussed excitedly, but no one reached out to touch them.

    "This lollipop can add attributes?! Really?!"

    "Chocte vor has a ten percent boosting strength attribute¡­ ten-hour duration. Fuck, this is like the steroid for strength type yer."

    "Strawberry vor is perception, apple vor intelligence... At present, these three kinds of lollipops that boost attributes are twice as expensive as other lollipops!"

    "Huh? It''s only twice as expensive, then it''s really cheap! Here, these are two silver coins, old man, give me one!"

    "I''ll have one too!"

    "Fuck! Why are there only intelligence lollipops left! Forget it, I''ll buy it for Teng Teng."

    In a short while, the only three lollipops with added attributes on the shelf were sold out, and only twelve lollipops with no attributes were left behind.

    "... they were really sold out?"

    Staring at the six silver coins on the table, old Luca muttered quietly.

    He couldn''t understand, but he was shocked.

 Chapter 78.1: Waiting for Hares by the Tree

    Chapter 78: Waiting for Hares by the Tree

    "God damn it... Where did these peoplee from?"

    Standing on the ruins with a broken arm, Cha held a monocr covered with tape in his hand, looking at the direction of the construction site not far away.

    There were three or five people there, carrying stones and hardened cement blocks in a trolley.

    They moved very fast, and didn¡¯t stop in one ce for very long. They would leave as soon as they got enough stones.

    Cha simply couldn''t understand where those people came from, and how they managed to build a stronghold under their noses without being noticed by them.

    In his impression, Linghu Wend Park was clearly a barren forest where even birds wouldn''t want to take shit in. There was only an abandoned nursing home in the middle of the forest.

    Except for some birds, beasts, insects, and snakes, even the hyenas wouldn''t hunt there.

    But this was not important.

    Thoserge and small shelters were like cockroach eggs. From time to time, one or two of them would appear out of nowhere. All he needed to consider was how to swallow this group of fat sheep.

    "Boss, when shall we do it?"

    Standing next to Cha was a man with a bandage on his left eye and more than a dozen scars on his chest, looking like a centipede.

    At least half of those scars were from the fight, and the other half was secretly scratched on by himself with a knife.

    "There¡¯s no need to rush, we are only investigating now, and it is not time to attack."

    Cha handed the monocr to this man who stood aside.

    Unlike Badger, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, he would not carelessly underestimate the enemy.

    Even if the opponent had only three or five people and didn''t even have guns in their hands, he would carefully observe for a long time. After confirming that there was no danger, he would unexpectedlyunch a swift and violent assault, trying to control the enemy with one move, and make the opponent lose resistance in the shortest time possible.

    "Why don''t we let a few ves rush over to test them? They''ve all moved the rocks all morning... I''m worried that they will take the rocks back to reinforce their base."

    The humpbacked man with a steel helmet on his head approached Cha¡¯s side and whispered.

    There was arge shovel hanging from his back.

    Looking closely, the shovel was not only sharpened, but also serrated. Behind the tube hole was a simple receiver structure. It was a breech-loaded musket.

    Cha thought for a moment, then nodded.

    "Okay."

    "Find a few cannon fodder to test their strength."

    There were many captives in the basement of Bloodhand n. These captives were not only their ythings, but also livestock, and at the same time the cannon fodders on the battlefield.

    For livestock and cannon fodder, the marauders of Bloodhand n usually did not give them food, but instead shut them in the half copsed waterway and regrly poured a bucket of swill down, letting them fight with mutant cockroaches and mice and making them suffer.

    This continued until their humanity was wiped out, and they were reduced to animals dominated by instinct. Some would be selected and given sticks and daggers. They would be asked to join the war with them, and as long as a stronghold was captured, be epted aspanions after the carnage.

    This was called The Baptism Of Blood by marauders.

    Cha sent one of his men back, while the others waited in ce.

    On the other side, Ample Time, who was lying in an unfinished building near the abandoned construction site, frowned as he stared at the cart that was moving away.

    Old White, who was squatting at the door, couldn''t sit still anymore and couldn''t help asking.

    "Why hasn''t anyonee yet?"

    Ample Time answered impatiently.

    "Don''t ask me, ask Night Ten."

    Night Ten also had a frowning expression.

    "No¡­ I can''t sense it, but there are two mutant cockroaches in the basement. Are you going to clear them?"

    Gale shook his head.

    "No need."

    Ample Time bit his nail, lost in thought.

    "The other party is more cunning than we thought. I''m sure they have discovered this construction site, but they didn''t rush to do anything to it... What are these people waiting for?"

    ording to his assumption, marauders should have been eyeing this ce long ago, and they would certainly not let go of those brick movers who didn''t even bring weapons.

    Even if it was for revenge, they would initiate a round of attack.

    Therefore, the Bull and Horse Squad set up an ambush nearby, using the yers who moved the bricks as bait.

    However, they had squatted here for a whole day yesterday and came here today early in the morning, but the other party seemed to be blind, indifferent to the movement on this abandoned construction site.

    "Could it be that they didn''t find this ce?" Gale asked.

    "Impossible! As long as they are not blind, it is impossible not to find this ce!" Ample Time said confidently.

    While talking, Night Ten, who was closest to the window, suddenly became alert and raised his right fist.

    "Hush, don''t make any noise... There seems to be movement around here."

    The three of them quieted down immediately.

    Time passed, and soon, Night Ten was not the only one who heard the footsteps. This time, Ample Time also heard them.

    The four of them exchanged their gazes tacitly, moved carefully against the wall, and walked around to the window on the other side of the unfinished building.

    Not far from them downstairs, six bare-chested men were leaning against the wall behind another unfinished building, moving along the narrow alleys and carefully lurking towards them.

    They dressed in rags, also having a wide variety of weapons in their hands.

    There were rusty machetes, wooden bats with nails, and saws wrapped around baseball bats with wire, looking very wastnd style.

    But these were cold weapons, not guns!

    Judging from the course of action of these marauders, they should be nning to walk along the alleys between the unfinished buildings to the gate of the construction site, lie in wait for the next wave of brick movers toe over, and suddenly attack them by surprise.

    However, they did not realize that their n had already been exposed.

    Ample Time was overjoyed, and when he took out an arrow and drew it, he gave his teammates an excited and affirmative look.

    Old White knew what he meant immediately and clenched the javelin in his hand.

    Night Ten and Gale took out the Molotov cocktails and lit them with a match.

    "Three¡­ two¡­ one, go!"

    "Fuck them!"

 Chapter 78.2

    Following the order of the Ample Time, the javelin, arrow, and burning bottle were allunched from the window on the third floor, attacking this group of marauders by surprise.

    The one who got the worst of it was the strong man in the front. His chest was prated by a javelin, and like a deted ball, he stood still for a while before falling back into the fire without saying a word.

    Another marauder was hit by an arrow in the arm, which was not a big problem¡ªthat was, until another arrow was shot directly into his mouth.

    Screaming and shouting in fear and panic, the marauders downstairs fell into chaos because of the sudden attack. Their morale was obviously shaken.

    But thinking of the miserable end if they escaped and the verbal promises of those people, they still roared and overcame the fear in their hearts, and rushed into the unfinished building in front of them while braving the arrows and javelins falling from the sky.

    However, after a while, they learned what a real nightmare was.

    These yers wouldn¡¯t show any mercy at all. They would use any tricks they could think of.

    When they were about to rush to the second floor, a smoking gas tank was rolled down from upstairs...

    With a dy of less than two seconds, a bang echoed in the corridor.

    The white smoke exploded instantly, and the metal iron kes covered by the pungent smell of gunpowder whizzed around in the narrow corridor, disying a hell on earth!

    Before the smokepletely dissipated, the marauders, who were still charging and roaring a second ago, all lied on the ground wailing in pain.

    The dude who got the worst of it couldn''t even scream anymore. Half of his body was sted into pieces, but his legs were still twitching.

    "Fuck¡­ This, this thing is so powerful?"

    Holding the javelin in both hands, Old White, who was about to charge, froze directly at the top of the stairs, looking at the situation inside in shock.

    "Of course, it¡¯s not like you don¡¯t know how much gunpowder is stuffed in that tank."

    Ample Time pushed his shoulder and urged.

    "Don''t just stand there. Quick, tie up those people..."

    If they waited a little bit longer, those people would bepletely dead.

    Even if these marauders ended up hanging on the gallows of justice, they had to wait until they got the bounty!

    ...

    Hundreds of meters away.

    The explosion in the building wafted far away.

    Standing on the ruins and holding the monocr, Cha''s face gradually became heavier.

    Although he couldn¡¯t see the situation from the moment the cannon fodder rushed into the building, some things could be guessed without seeing it with his own eyes.

    Sure enough, it was as he thought.

    The entire construction site was a trap set by the people in the blue coats!

    They deliberately sent people to move the rocks. On the surface they were defenseless and harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, they sent people to lie in ambush around.

    It''s so cunning!

    "Boss, what shall we do now?" the man with a scar on his chest asked anxiously.

    Seeing that Cha did not say anything, the scarred man continued.

    "I suggest we take them out now!"

    "They only used arrows and javelins, and they have exposed their positions! We have so many guns, why do we need to be afraid of them!"

    The hunched man nced at him and spoke with contempt.

    "Are you deaf? Was the explosion just now fake? They obviously lured people in and ughtered them inside! Who knows what is still hidden inside."

    "Then what do you think we should do? Others have already started looting in the north; we can¡¯t just wait here doing nothing. I think we should either attack them or join the people in the north! If we are lucky, we can catch a few fat sheep running away. But if we wait until it snows, there will be nothing left for us!"

    It is not good to just wait here doing nothing.

    Cha knew very well that his men also needed spoils for the winter, and no one wanted to be hungry and cold.

    But it was not realistic to leave them here and join the people in the north.

    His leader had thrown this piece of bone to him and asked him to chew. It was a reward and an affirmation of his loyalty and his trust. If he messed up this matter like that idiot, Badger, his leader would certainly not spare him lightly.

    "Wait."

    Hearing the boss''s words, the scarred man was stunned and couldn''t help asking.

    "... How long are we going to wait for? It''s already noon."

    "Wait until the night, when they get into bed," Cha said with a gloomy face, looking at the skinny man next to him, and continued, "Go back again, bring ten fast-running ves over, and prepare some Molotov cocktails and syringes."

    "The rest of the people will take a break on the spot and replenish their energy."

    "Wait until midnight, we will give them a big surprise!"

    ...

    Outside the north gate of the outpost.

    The Bull and Horse Squad walked back from the direction of the construction site with three captives whose hands and feet were tied up in the envious eyes of other yers.

    In addition to the three captives, there were three dead people stuffed on the cart.

    One of them was killed by the bomb, and the other two were simply burnt to death, exuding an unpleasant smell.

    "Holy shit!"

    "It''s really a hardcore game! I don''t dare to kill a fish in reality, but I don''t know why, I don''t seem to panic when I see blood here?"

    "Maybe this is next-generation technology based on the principle of dream interference. Visual filters? Emotional dullness? I don''t know it very well."

    "Bro, you are awesome! Did you wipe them all out?"

    "Except for the awesomeness, I have nothing to say!"

    Hearing the movement from a distance, Chu Guang walked to the north gate and looked at the captives and corpses who were taken back by the Bull and Horse Squad, his face full of surprise.

    The four-man team defeated the six-man team.

    Those yers are really good.

    However, the shock onlysted for two seconds. Chu Guang approached and took a look at them, and soon understood what was going on.

    These six people were not real marauders. He couldn''t find the bones that symbolize their identities. Instead, their faces or foreheads had been marked with a word.

    "¡­¡­ Cha?"

    Although the writing was really bad, it should be this word.

    Unsurprisingly, these captives were all ves of the Bloodhand n.

    However, the criminal''s aplice is still a criminal, and since they had taken up a weapon, they must have decided to join them.

    After confirming the identity of each of them, Chu Guang didn''t say anything extra, took a bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed it to Ample Time.

    Facing these happy yers, Chu Guang nodded and said in an encouraging tone.

    "Shelter 404 will remember your contribution, here are 106 silver coins and 5 copper coins. In addition, your team has collected a total of 1200 contribution points, and you will each get 300 points equally."

    "Now, send these criminals to the gallows of justice."

    "Death will forgive them!"

 Chapter 79.1: The Evilest Boss Ever

    Chapter 79: The Evilest Boss Ever

    106 silver and 5 copper!

    This huge sum of money shocked the entire shelter.

    It has only been a morning since the bounty was posted, but someone had alreadypleted the first kill!

    With this efficiency, those people were clearly Pros.

    As soon as the Administrator turned and left, a group of yers swarmed up, surrounded the four yers of Bull and Horse Squad, and asked with admiration.

    "Brother! Where did you find the marauders? Did you go to the tire factory?"

    "Destroying the entire team without injury, this is too strong!"

    "Boss, take me with you!"

    Surrounded by so many yers, everyone would feel inted, not to mention Night Ten who always like to boast. He rubbed his nose with his index finger, he said with a smile.

    "Sorry, brothers, our team is full and we aren''t looking for new recruits at the moment. But don''t worry, we will update the strategyter in the evening. It''s just a few marauders, anyone with a hand can do it."

    "What? You asked me how I took out six people? That''s a long story. At that time, six fierce and strong men came towards us. Just when they were about to spot us, I drew out the dagger immediately and was ready to jump..."

    Ample Time rolled his eyes at him,pletely speechless.

    Gale looked away and pretended not to know this guy.

    Only Old White was more straightforward and couldn''t bear to see this guy showing off. He stretched out his hand and dragged Night Ten away from the crowd.

    "Eh eh eh, don''t drag me, I haven''t finished yet!"

    "Finish my ass!"

    "Stop talking nonsense, let''s prepare for the next wave quickly!"

    As the first squad that killed marauders, everyone in the Bull and Horse Squad became the focus of heated discussion among other yers.

    As for the three marauders that were hanged, their corpses were sent to the Active matter extractor. No one cared about them.

    After all, the personality settings of the administrator was a guy who abhorred evils as deadly foes, so it was expected that he would burn these people.

    Unable to stand Night Ten''s bragging, Ample Time and others did not stay in front of the north gate longer. They took the reward they just received, gathered 120 silver coins from their budget, and then went straight to the weapon shop.

    Soon, they became the first customer of Xia Yan and bought the first 7mm bolt-action rifle sold in the weapon store!

    After adding 6 7mm steel-cored copper bullets priced as high as 1 silver coin and 10 cheap inferior bullets, Ample Time paid for these items and delivered them to Night Ten.

    When everyone''s marksmanship was simr, the best choice was to have a perception type yer as the shooter.

    Old White could throw a javelin, and was brave in closebat. Ample Time could provide support with arrows. His proficiency was quite high currently, and the mid-to-close range may not be weaker than a gun. As for Gale who was the Intelligence type, throwing a Molotov cocktail or a primitive grenade at the critical moment would already be very good. It was not realistic to expect him to have high damage output.

    At least in the current version, the intelligence type was indeed a bit useless, but who would guarantee that it would be the same in the future?

    Maybe in the next version, the intelligence type would be the best sequence.

    "... My archery skill isn''t bad, and this bow canst for a while. Brother, this is the only 98K in our team! Don''t waste the bullets!"

    "Don''t worry, good brother! I will definitely not let your expectations down!" Taking it from Ample Time''s hand, Night Ten was moved with his gun in his arms, vowing that he would use it well.

    With how intense that look of reverence was, it almost looked like he could rub ayer of paint off it.

    If there was still paint on it...

    In this way, the silver coins that Bull and Horse Squad had just received from the administrator were spent in the weapon shop.

    Moreover, in order to replenish gunpowder, arrows, and other supplies, the four of them also used some of their deposits.

    However, the four did not feel any distress.

    Investing in equipment would soon bring more money to them.

    This hunt made them realize the benefit of the mission.

    Except for the experience gained in the battle and the coins and contribution points offered as rewards, the spoils that were dropped by the marauders belonged to them as well.

    Although they were all melee weapons and simple armors, they could still be used.

    The four ambitious yers who have re-embarked on the journey were ready for the next hunt.

    It would be great to have a bigger wave of marauders next time.

    If they could take out a few marauders with guns, then they would really make a fortune!

    A gun was at least 100 silver coins in the weapon shop. They could set up a stall in the market and sell their guns to yers. Even if they sold the guns at 50 silver coins, it would still be cheaper than the price set in the NPC weapon shop.

    As long as it could still be used, a bunch of people would definitelye to buy it!

    Ample Time hummed a song and walked farther and farther away, while Chu Guang was still standing near the weapon shop, observing nearby yers for a while.

    What could be clearly felt was that under the stimtion of Bull and Horse Squad''s "sudden wealth", many yers were ready to move, and were hesitating on whether to use the money they saved to buy eithernd or guns.

    Anyway, their contribution points were not enough now. And if they didn''t have citizenship, they wouldn''t be able to buynd even if they had money. It was better to buy a gun to fight the bandits and farm gold and contribution points!

    This desire especially ignited when they saw that the four yers of Bull and Horse Squad could even kill a team of marauders without guns. Now that they had guns, how many marauders would they be able to kill?

    Seeing that these yers were already fired up, Chu Guang decided to give them a little push.

    So, Chu Guang beckoned to the proprietress of the weapon shop and handed her a nk that was already prepared and said.

    "Hang this wooden sign at the door in a moment."

    After receiving the sign from Chu Guang, Xia Yan asked with a look of confusion.

    "What''s written on this?"

    Chu Guang replied concisely.

    "There is a 10% discount on all revolver rifles in our shop. The discount ends at 12 o''clock in the morning today. 15 revolver rifles are avable while stocksst. The replenishment time is undetermined."

    Holding the wooden sign in her hand, Xia Yan looked at him with a strange expression.

    "Is it necessary to have a discount? Anyway, there''s only one shop in this base."

    "You think I just want the coins in their pockets? How naive!" Chu Guang said impatiently, not wanting to exin further, "Stop talking nonsense, just do as I said. Go now."

    Maybe his wording was a bit tougher, because Xia Yan''s body shook visibly, not daring to talk back. She could only leave with the wooden sign.

    Satisfied with her obedient performance, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, and continued to stand aside, admiring his masterpiece.

    As he expected, as soon as Xia Yan returned to the weapon shop and hung the sign at the door, the yers who were still hesitating saw the exciting discount and no longer hesitated. They immediately took out the silver coins in their pockets, frantically buying the weapons on the shelves.

    The price of a revolver was very cheap, 110 silver before the discount, and only 99 silver after the discount. It was even less than 100!

    And the most important thing was that the revolver rifle was semi-automatic¡ªas long as one pulled the trigger quickly, it could be fired repeatedly!

    It was cooler than a bolt action rifle.

    It was such a great deal.

    Looking at these frantic yers, Chu Guang suppressed hisughter.

    They would know after they got it.

    Sometimes shooting too fast was not a good thing.

    The price of this thing was cheaper than the bolt-action iron-barreled rifle made by Boulder City, and not without reason!

    Of course, even with a 10% discount, there were still only a few yers who could take out 99 silver coins at once.

    Of the rifles sold, at least half of them were bought by three or four yers that regrly teamed up.

    For a standard three-person team, one gun was actually enough.

    The three people could switch to y, and the other two could use crossbows, throwing objects and other melee weapons to support the yer with a gun. After everyone was familiar with the gun, it was not toote to rece the weapons of the whole team with guns.

    At the beginning of the game, the conditions were a little bit tougher, so they could only save as many coins as they could.

    Sooner orter everyone would have a gun!

    15 revolver rifles were quickly sold out.

    Under the stimulus of the promotion, not only were the broken guns previously seized from marauder sold out, but even the non-discounted Boulder City iron-barreled rifles were also sold. Now there was only one lonely 9mm gun left on the shelf.

    Although the yers who didn''t buy a gun were a bit regretful, they were not discouraged. They had other ideas.

    Some active yers simply took the opportunity to sell DIY weapons.

    The entrance of Proprietress Xia¡¯s weapon shop turned into arge-scale private trading scene for a while.

    "Does anyone want to buy the Engineer Happy Bat? It''s super easy to use! One only costs one silver coin, if you want to buy it, you need to hurry up!"

    "Seriously, how shameless you have to be to sell it for a silver coin? It''s just a wire wrapped around a bat, alright? At least, tie a de to it!"

    "What do you know, this is called puncture + blunt weapon damage! If you tie a de to it, it will be called a shing injury!"

    "Sorry, I still prefer the axe!"

    "Does anyone want to buy the crossbow? It was produced by Woodworking Cabin. The original price was 20 silver. Now it only costs 15 silver. It alsoes with 5 crossbow arrows. I don''t need this anymore because I''ve changed to a gun. If you want it, please PM me ASAP!"

    "Can it be cheaper? I only have 14 silver coins in my pocket."

    "Sigh, fine then, I''ll give you a friendly deal then."

 Chapter 79.2

    "Steel breastte! Do you want to have the same breastte as the marauders? It won''t cost you 99 silver, only 2. With two silver coins, you can take home the legendary melee artifacts!"

    Trading between yers was worth promoting, but it also depended on the situation and location.

    Seeing that these yers who were shouting prices had blocked the road and caused traffic, Chu Guang could no longer ignore it. He stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said to the group of yers.

    "It is forbidden to block the roads in the outpost. If there is a demand for trade, please go to the market in front of the north gate."

    "This is not a ce to set up a stall!"

    Hearing the administrator''s speech, the yers dispersed immediately and rushed to the north gate outside the base to continue the unfinished transaction.

    With the departure of these yers, the weapon shop finally became deserted.

    "Can I take a holiday? There is only one gun left on the shelf." Xia Yan asked expectantly when she looked at Chu Guang walking towards her.

    The weather was getting colder and colder. She was shivering even in a deerskin coat. It was hard to take a nap.

    Compared to staying outside, Xia Yan wanted to enjoy the heating in the shelter.

    Sleeping there was much morefortable than outside!

    "Of course not. Your job is not just to sell guns."

    Rejecting her request mercilessly, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

    "I need you to make at least 100 bullets before you get off work. If you can''t, I''m afraid that I can only let you sleep in the weapon shop tonight."

    Xia Yan''s eyes widened and eximed.

    "You can''t do this, I¡¯ll freeze to death!"

    "Stop pretending, if you can freeze to death before the temperature drops below zero, how did you survive in the past? Didn''t Luca also sleep in the hut next to the warehouse? Don''t worry, I will prepare a warm nket for you, and plenty of charcoal. But remember not to close the door too tightly when burning that thing, it will be safer to leave gaps."

    Looking at the poor Xia Yan, Chu Guang had an innocent expression on his face, "Don''t look at me like that, I''m also doing this for your own good, lest you get too bored and doze off. You may catch a cold when you fall asleep here."

    "You big profiteer! ck-hearted boss! I would be a fool if I believed you!"

    Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be pitiful, Xia Yan exposed her true nature and gritted her teeth for a while. After all, she couldn''t do anything to Chu Guang.

    Her intuition told her that he would really do it.

    "Okay...100, right? I''ll do it!"

    "That''s great. People have to work while they are alive, so don''t think too much; at least it is not a life-threatening job to make bullets¡­ if you are careful," Chu Guang reminded her with a caring tone as he looked at Xia Yan, who had a frustrated expression on her face, "By the way, I will spot check the quality. I advise you not to do it carelessly."

    "Of course, if your performance is very good, for example... youplete 50 extra bullets and the quality is decent, I will reward you."

    As soon as she heard the reward, Xia Yan, who was still frustrated for a second, restored her energy instantly and looked up hopefully.

    "What reward? Chocte?"

    "No chocte, but there are still a few chocte-vored lollipops."

    This woman is totally in love with chocte...

    Seeing Xia Yan picking up tools swiftly and already immersed in work, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction, and finally left without worries.

    On the other side, the yers in front of the north gate did not dy even a moment afterpleting the transaction. They all rushed outside Linghu Wend Park under the stimtion of the bounty.

    They spread north along the viaduct, searching for the marauders'' footprints.

    Cha, who was lurking in the north of the abandoned construction site, was terribly scared, afraid that they would startle those survivors which would affect their nned offense at night. He led the people back a kilometer before stopping.

    Although it was a pity that no marauders were found and only some mutant mice, cockroaches, and hyenas were caught, these little yers did not get nothing. They still captured a lot of prey before it was dark to fill up the granaries.

    Compared to a week ago, the difficulty of hunting was indeed much higher now.

    There were signs that the migrating deer were leaving the northern outskirts of Qingquan City, and were moving south along the edge of the city.

    The weather was so cold that even the hyenas didn''t want toe out from their dens.

    It was already a bit unrealistic to expect to see mutant hyenas wandering in the wild like before.

    What yers encountered more often in the city were Crunchers who had no hunting value.

    As it got darker and earlier, these photophobic mutants became more active than before, and this has also brought a lot of difficulty to the yers in hunting.

    They would emerge from the shadows like zombies, and after locking the prey, they would swarm up, which was difficult to deal with in the narrow urban terrain and ruined terrain.

    The night gradually deepened.

    The urban area outside the wend park was the first to be shrouded in darkness.

    The yers who went out returned one after another, and the outpost became lively.

    As before, these yers set up stalls in front of the north gate, yelling and trading today''s gains with others.

    The yers who were more mindful and active were no longer just selling materials. They started catering as well.

    For example, Ya Ya who was selling mushrooms.

    This yer was getting more and more clever. She bought a big pot, set up the campfire with charcoal, and simmered it directly at the stall in front of the north gate.

    The price was 2 copper coins for grilled mushrooms, and 3 copper coins for a bowl of mushroom soup¡ªwith the added condition of bringing your own bowl.

    "Mushrooms, fresh and delicious mushroom soup, and grilled mushrooms."

    There was arge circle of people in front of the stall.

    "Boss Ya Ya, can your mushroom dance?"

    "Can it sing the Great Compassion Mantra?"

    "Can it be released once it''s cooked?"

    "Can you stew a Pimon in the pot?"

    "Boss Ya Ya, can you cook yourself in an iron pot?"

    "Do you want me to die!!"

    It must be said that the taste of this mushroom soup was so fragrant that even Chu Guang couldn''t help but buy two bowls, with one bowl being brought to Xia Yan.

    After sitting in front of the weapon shop and making bullets for a whole day, Xia Yan''s fingers were red and her stomach growled, feeling mistreated in her heart.

    Seeing the warm mushroom soup that Chu Guang handed over, she was moved to tears. She picked up the bowl and slurped up.

    "What kind of soup is this! Oh, it''s so delicious!"

    Chu Guang had a kind smile on his face.

    "A bowl of ordinary mushroom soup. It''s my treat."

    "Are you that kind?" Xia Yan held the bowl in her hand and looked at him suspiciously. "I always feel that something is fishy. Are you hiding something from me."

    "Am I that kind of person?"

    Seeing that she licked the bowl clean, Chu Guang waited for a while before picking up his bowl and taking a sip.

    Mhm.

    The taste is really good. It tastes like chicken soup. Is it the legendary chanterelle mushroom? Unexpectedly, there are still many good things in this forest.

    The only unsatisfactory thing is that it doesn''t have enough salt.

    ...

    Outside the wall.

    Forty yers carrying shovels finally received today''s wages afterpleting thest of the shovelling in the trenches.

    A total of 10 silver coins, plus 100 contribution points.

    For novices, this ie could be said to be very good.

    [Hold_the_sword_execution], who was standing on the edge of the trench with the shovel inserted before his feet, was excited, and said to these new yers in an impassioned voice.

    "Congrattions, you have proven your loyalty with your actions!"

    "Look around you, this trench will be our most solid first line of defense, and this was built with everyone''s effort!"

    With a passionate voice, this brother said everything Chu Guang originally wanted to say.

    After thinking about it, Chu Guang had nothing to add. He walked up to the yers who had dirty but joyful faces, and made a summary expertly.

    "Wee to the wastnd."

    "From now on, this will be your second home."

    Then, he dismissed everyone.

    The newbies rushed to the market at the north gate, eager to spend the money they got.

    Many people were already hungry.

    Digging trenches here didn''t provide food. In reality, no one would take this kind of work!

    The excitement continued untilte at night, and as the door closed, the loud noise gradually subsided.

    Guards patrolled on the wall.

    Inside the wall was a lively industrial area.

    Chu Guang, who was sitting on the third floor of the nursing home, yawned. He nced at the time behind Little Seven. Surprisingly, it was twelve o''clock.

    Midnight.

    The first round of shiftste at night has already begun.

    Chu Guang stood up from the chair made by Mosquito for him, stretched out, reached out and picked up Little Seven.

    "Let''s take you to recharge."

    "Master."

    "What''s wrong?"

    "521 meters from our north wall, there are about 11 people. There are also 10 people who have circled to our northwest side and are still moving to the west in a straight line distance of 611 meters."

    "... What?" Chu Guang, who was holding Little Seven, was stunned, stretched his neck subconsciously, and nced out the window, "Why didn''t I see anything?"

    Little Seven tilted the camera and answered naturally.

    "Because my camera can capture infrared light. Generally speaking, most cameras can, right?"

    "...?"

    Damn it?

    Sneak attack?

    Chu Guang, who was originally a little sleepy, was no longer sleepy in an instant.

    ...

 Chapter 80.1: Who Is Attacking At Night?

    Chapter 80: Who Is Attacking At Night?

    Less than two hundred meters away from the wall.

    The man with scars on his chest squatted in the grass, checking the ves squatting in a circle with his eyes. He lowered his voice and gave the final instruction before the charge.

    "Did you see the mes ahead?"

    "There lived a group of guys in blue coats. They are very weak and they can''t even kill the rats and cockroaches in the sewers. All you have to do is rush in and blow up their gate with explosives. After that, you can smash their heads with the weapons in your hands, and then upy everything they have and do everything you want to do to them."

    "Now, pass the syringes down. Everyone injects one-third of it. Don''t inject too much... Very good, you all are the strongest!"

    "Go now! Run and charge forward! Throw the molotov cocktails on their wall and let them fall into the abyss of fear!"

    "This is the leader''s test of your courage."

    In several pairs of muddy pupils, the thirst for blood was ignited.

    They were skinny, but agile, holding broken weapons in their hands, running like ghosts in the forest.

    The scarred man looked at their backs, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

    Bang!

    The gunfirepletely ignited the wild nature in the hearts of the ves. One by one, like bloodthirsty beasts, yelled andunched the final charge.

    ''Eighty meters!''

    ''Fifty meters!''

    The scarred man who was supervising the battle in the distance was ecstatic, seeing that this group of ve soldiers had almost rushed to the wall, and the other party hadn''t reacted at all yet.

    ''Most likely, the people in the blue coats were still sleeping in bed'', he thought.

    However, just as he was thinking about this, behind a small pitted soil slope less than ten meters away from the wall, several heads suddenly emerged.

    Many bows, crossbows, and barrels were lifted up simultaneously.

    Before the scarred man could react, he heard a sonorous shout from the other side¡ª¡ª

    "Fire!"

    Bang! Bang! Bang!¡­.

    A round of fire flickered, bullets, arrows, and javelins all shot out, swishing into the woods shrouded in darkness.

    The cannon fodders who had just rushed out of the woods had no time to react, let alone dodge. One-third of them were taken out in an instant.

    The momentum of the charge suddenly stopped.

    Before they coulde back to their senses, there was another wave of even more intensive gunfire.

    Even beasts would be afraid when their surroundingpanions would fall one by one, how much more would people be.

    Those cannon fodders who had been injected with stimnts could temporarily forget their fear of death, but the scarred man standing behind could not.

    A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead.

    He couldn''t understand how the other party predicted their sneak attack. What made him even more confused was where these trenches came from.

    Obviously, during the investigation yesterday, there was only one wall here.

    Meanwhile, on the other side.

    Cha, who walked around to ambush on the nks, was overjoyed when he heard the gunshots from the north gate. He immediately gestured to the brothers next to him, and quietly lurked to the west gate with the gun in his hand.

    To the west was Linghu Lake.

    Normally, it should be the weakest side of defense.

    Now that the firepower of the opponent has been attracted to the north gate, he only needed to take his men to approach the corner of the wall quietly, ignite the explosive bag, and blow up the west gate.

    At that time, the people in the wall would fall into chaos, and their morale would undoubtedly copse!

    "Boss, I always feel that something is not right." Following Cha, the hunched man whispered.

    "What''s wrong?"

    Although he asked, Cha didn''t agree with him in his heart.

    The hunched man nced left and right, then continued in a low voice.

    "The first round of gunshots was too intensive, and it didn''t sound like it was a panic firing. It felt like they were prepared."

    Hearing these words, Cha frowned.

    "You mean our whereabouts have been exposed?"

    Before the hunched man could speak, he was interrupted by another man next to him.

    "Don¡¯t fucking jinx it!"

    "I didn¡¯t, but¡ª"

    "Okay, stop arguing," Cha interrupted the dispute between the two, and lowering his voice, he said in amanding tone, "Anyway, we have already arrived here, there is no reason to retreat!"

    "Besides, our cannon fodders have attracted some firepower, and there are at least a dozen gunshots in the north. Even if there is an ambush, it is not to be afraid of¡ª"

    As soon as his voice fell, Cha, who was sneaking to the edge of the jungle, suddenly saw a trench ten meters in front of the wall.

    The shape of the trench was like a centipede, meandering in a zigzag shape, lying between them and the wall.

    ''When was this trench dug?''

    ''Obviously, notst night¡­''

    A faint, ominous premonition sprang in his heart, and the instinctive reaction made Cha immediately raise his right fist, signalling his men to stop.

    "Stop¡­ No, retreat!"

    "Everyone retreat!"

    Hearing the boss''s voice, the marauders who were gearing up to rush all looked confused.

    The cannon fodders had already rushed out, and they had gotten almost near the wall.

    But now their boss had asked them to retreat?

    Although they all felt reluctant, the boss''s orders were absolute to them.

    However, before they took two steps back, a few arrows with mes flew out of the wall, passed over their heads, andnded in the vicinity of a group of people sporadically.

    Before the marauders could figure out how they exposed their positions, a loud whistle sounded in the trenches ahead.

    "Charge!"

    "Don''t let them run away!"

    "Awoo, Awoo, Awoo!"

    Cha looked back, his eyes widened, and his face was full of horror.

 Chapter 80.2

    Having been a marauder in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City for so many years, it was the first time he saw such a terrifying and absurd scene.

    Those blue coats who were supposed to be shivering in the bunker crawled out of the trenches one by one as if they hadpletely forgotten the fear of death at the moment the whistle sounded.

    Some of them held guns, some held bows and arrows, crossbows or javelins, short knives, battle axes, and some didn¡¯t even have serious weapons, carrying only a shovel, bricks, or even a bench in their hands. They excitedly yelled in their mouths and charged at them.

    Everyone was very hyped, and everyone was yelling. After all, they would feel that there was something missing if they did not yell something.

    "Demacia!"

    "For the horde!"

    "Yee-haw!!"

    The offensive and defensive positions were instantly reversed.

    The retreating marauders were caught off guard. They couldn¡¯t stop to fight them, nor could they run away and leave their backs to them. The scene was very chaotic.

    There was only enough time to fire a few shots at a distance of fifty meters. After a few rounds of fire between the two sides in the running, a hand-to-hand conflict broke out.

    The opposite side seemed to not want to waste bullets at all. They just wanted to hit them with the weapons in their hands, and when they got close, they would single them out or fight them in groups.

    Cha had never seen such savage, blue-coated people, and had never seen such a savage style of battle. For a moment, his brain froze, and he forgot that they were supposed to be the attacker.

    "Damn it! Are these people crazy!"

    "Get out of my way! Ah!"

    "What the hell is that?! Why did I see a lizard?! And it is staying with people?!"

    "Ahhhhhhh!"

    "Retreat! Retreat! Don''t stop and fight them! Everyone, retreat to the assembly point!"

    It must be said that these marauders were indeed experienced. When they saw that the situation was not right, they immediately turned around and ran without looking back.

    The peripheral brothers who were caught in hand-to-handbat were directly abandoned.

    Although he was thest one to run, Cha soon ran to the forefront.

    Battle was no longer important to him.

    What he had to do now was to report the situation here to the leader. The strength of this group of people in the blue coat has far exceeded their expectations.

    This hidden danger must be solved once and for all before they develop into a bigger force!

    The people behind were gradually getting farther and farther away, Cha secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

    However, before he could finish his breath, he suddenly found a figure standing in front of him.

    He didn''t know what the man was wearing. It looked like a piece of randomly assembled armor. He was holding a big bizarre hammer in his hand, and the hammer was pointed straight at his side.

    ''What is this stupid guy thinking?'' Cha sneered in his heart. Then without saying anything, he pulled out the scorpion submachine gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.

    "Fuck off!"

    Da da da--

    When the trigger was pulled all the way to the end, twenty 5mm bullets poured out instantly. Not to mention people, even if a bear was what stood there, it would have been riddled with holes.

    However, in the next second, his sneer expressionpletely turned into despair.

    The bullets shot out were like fakes, let alone riddling the person in front of him with holes, it didn''t even cause a sparkle on his hammer.

    "What the hell?!"

    "s, it''s really a waste." Chu Guang felt sorry for him.

    The high-speed jet blew away the surrounding dead leaves.

    Before Cha could understand what the person said, he saw the hammer rushing towards him at an incredible speed.

    ''Is this human speed?''

    There was no time to think about this problem. The fighting instinct made him throw away the submachine gun with an emptied magazine and drew the short knife tied to his shoulder.

    However, the speed of the hammer was too fast.

    Even before his arms hanging in the air were straightened out, the huge air current blew towards his face.

    "B mode--"

    The wind stopped in an instant.

    Cha felt that the tip of his nose had hit a wall, but before he felt the pain, the roaring airflow blew away his consciousness.

    An instant burst of recoil caused Chu Guang''s arm holding the hammer handle to pause. Staring at the marauder who no longer had a head in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

    "Damn¡­ this is... so powerful."

    Originally, he was nning to try the power of the new weapon, but he didn''t expect the hammer to directly st the head of the marauder.

    The overheated high-pressure air even scorched the gaping wound, and the blood that should have been ejected was directly held back.

    Chu Guang retracted the hammer and looked at the fallen corpse, his eyes widened.

    ''Holy shit this is powerful, it can even be called Anti-Tank Hammer!''

    The yers next to the administrator were also stunned.

    They originally thought that the hammer in the hands of the administrator was just a hammer, but they didn''t expect to have such awesome hidden skills.

    "Fuck?! What happened just now?"

    "Shield! Explosion! I saw these two skills."

    "The administrator is awesome!!"

    Seeing the terrible death of their boss, the remaining marauders were frightened. They threw away their weapons and gave up resistance.

    The shouts of killing in the distance gathered.

    The yers following Chu Guang also reacted at this moment, and rushed forward to tie down the captives.

    ording to post-battle statistics, sixty-seven yers participated in the battle, with five minor injuries and zero deaths.

    There were twenty-one marauders, fourteen of them died and seven people surrendered.

    They obtained twelve firearms, twenty-one pieces of long and short cold weapons, twenty-one pieces of leather protective gear and clothing, in addition to twenty-seven white chips, and some personal belongings.

    It was a great victory!

 Chapter 81.1: Team Fights and Auctions!

    Chapter 81 Team Fights and Auctions!

    The battlested less than twenty minutes, but it took a full hour to clean the battlefield.

    Just likest time, it was still in ordance with the old rules that the captives, bounties, and trophies generated in collective battles were collectively owned by all yers participating in the battle.

    Among them, the captives were counted as 5 silver coins, and the dead were counted as 5 copper coins, which were included in the total post-war ie. This would be equally divided between the yers who participated in the battle and obeyed themand.

    As for the loot, they were concentrated at the north gate for interested yers to bid and buy.

    The bidding method was very simple, simr to auctions.

    First, the administrator would estimate a reserve price and a maximum price. Interested yers would then bid the price in turn. In principle, the price increase would not be less than 1 copper coin each time, until no one increased the price or someone called the highest price.

    As for why he set a maximum price?

    The main reason was that Chu Guang was too kind, worrying that these yers would get carried away and spend too many silver coins on rubbish which were not worth it.

    If they were really interested, they could also directly call the highest price toplete the transaction.

    If a piece of equipment was unsold without anyone bidding for it, it would be recycled by the shelter at a discount of the reserve price and then re-priced and sold in a weapon store or warehouse.

    Malicious bidding would be punished by deducting contribution points and 10% of the quoted price.

    All the benefits generated by the auction, after deducting 10% of the tax, would be all included in the total post-war ie and shared equally by all yers participating in the battle.

    This could be regarded as a variant of the GKP system, which was avable in many MMORPGs, especially when the output ratio was difficult to define.

    Chu Guang modified it slightly and used it directly.

    In addition, for outstanding performers in the battle, Chu Guang would give extra silver coins and contribution points.

    However, the MVP of this battle was undoubtedly Chu Guang himself, who killed the squad leader with his hammer, which was obvious to all the yers around.

    By the way, because there was no suitable candidate, Chu Guang could only act as the auctioneer himself.

    "This is a 16mm caliber shotgun. Since it is a shotgun, it is naturally not rifled. Its design is very unique, and the uniqueness lies in... its barrel being equipped with a shovel."

    "Mhm, I guess it''s for the convenience of digging foxholes? After all, the best body armor can''tpare with the soil and sand around you. The price starts at 35 silver coins and the highest bid is 70 silver coins. If you are interested, please raise your hand and bid."

    As soon as his voice fell, someone raised their hands.

    "35!"

    "35 silver coins plus 1 copper coin!"

    "What the fuck! I''ll add another copper coin!"

    "Damn those trolls! I''ll pay 40 silver coins!"

    "40 silver coins plus 1 copper coin."

    "%#@!"

    In the end, this broken gun, which seemed to be useless and even without rifling, was sold for a "ridiculous price" of 47 silver and 5 copper coins.

    Since the weapon shop did not have 16mm ammunition, the person who bought the gun may have to figure out a solution to this problem.

    Otherwise, it really could only be used as a shovel.

    Chu Guang then looked at the next weapon, a 5mm scorpion submachine gun wrapped in tape.

    Unlike the standardized weapons produced by Boulder City, this gun was obviously modified with parts that have not been removed. The receiver was a bit like the semi-automatic receiver of a pistol with a piston. The front end of the barrel even showed the traces of being sawed.

    The shorings were obvious, the ammunition capacity was low, although the rifling was there, the barrel was very short, so the trajectory dispersion could be imagined.

    But the advantage was that the rate of fire was extremely fast, and the full-auto mode could empty a magazine in 2.5~3 seconds...

    But is this an advantage?

    Maybe it is for the rich yers!

    "This is a 5mm scorpion submachine gun. Its original owner is the squad leader of Bloodhand n. His name¡ªCha, is engraved on the grip of the gun."

    "Most marauders have no educational background and can''te up with a good name. This guy''s death was miserable, he died of the hammer of justice... Although his crimes are countless, I have to admit that his weapon is pretty good. This gun condenses his life¡¯sbat experience. It was made very light and quick, and does not have much recoil. Unless your body sequence is an intelligence type, there is basically no problem in holding it with one hand. The starting price is 50 silver, and the highest bid is 100 silver."

    "70!"

    "100!"

    Chu Guang: "......?"

    It was Mosquito who shouted the price of 100 silver coins.

    Under the envious eyes of all the yers, the invisible rich man took away the trophy with an expression that looked like he had just obtained a treasure.

    Intuition told Chu Guang that this guy was not the kind of yer who would rush on the front line, so the reason he bought this gun was a mystery.

    In any case, Chu Guang sincerely wished that this yer could use his intelligence and talent in a ce that was useful to society.

    Even if that world had nothing to do with him.

    The pace of the auction was fast.

    Due to the limit of the maximum price, basically one order would be traded in two minutes.

    A total of 10 of the 12 guns were sold, of which 3 guns were sold at the highest price, and only 1 gun was sold at the starting price.

    The remaining 2 were not sold. Chu Guang nned to hand them over to Xia Yan to modify them. He felt that the receivers and barrels could still be recycled. But if they really couldn''t be used, then it couldn''t be helped.

    As for the long and short weapons and the defensive protective gear, they were all sold at the highest price of 3 silver coins and the lowest price of 1 silver coin. There was no need for auctions.

    To Chu Guang''s surprise, the trophy auction raised 631 silver coins, 100 more than his original estimate.

    After deducting the 10% transaction tax, the final result was 567.9 silver.

    Chu Guang rounded it down and generously distributed the 567 silver coins along with other rewards to all 67 yers who participated in the battle.

    After a battle, everyone was paid more than 10 silver coins. It could be said that everyone was happy.

    Except for the captives on the gallows.

    When they saw the blue coats, these marauders still had a hope in their hearts. After all, most of the blue coats were against the death penalty. So if they surrendered, they might survive.

    However, this inherent experience clearly harmed them.

    In order to make them a useful person to the society after death, Chu Guang would send their corpses into the Active Matter Extractor to extract the active matters needed to cultivate the clones.

    They would only be useful people in this way...

    ...

    Looking for volunteering editors to speed up my releasing speed.

    You will be given a test chapter to test your editing skill and the knowledge of this project.

 Chapter 81.2

    "... Alright then. Warriors of the shelter, you have sessfully defended the hope of civilization. I salute you!"

    "The auction of trophies has ended. Those who need to rest, follow me back to the shelter. The rest are free to move around, but you are not allowed to leave the outpost wall¡­ unless you have a special task to perform."

    "The north gate of the outpost will be closed in 5 minutes. If you haven''t finished chatting with other people, go to the square and chat there. If you are finished, go back to sleep. You are dismissed."

    Chu Guang pped his hands and drove the yers gathered at the north gate back to the outpost just like chasing ducks.

    This battle was too exciting, and many of the yers'' excitement still hadn''t died down at this moment.

    But seeing that it was already two o''clock, and that the fatigue of the characters in the game would exceed the limit if they continued to stay in the game, those yers who were originally scheduled to go offline at 12 o''clock could only reluctantly return to the shelter, lie down in the culture chamber and log out normally.

    On the official website forum.

    The yers who had just left the game immediately went to the forum as expected.

    Quit_smoking: "Is there an update on the game today? Is there any news about the open beta?"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "No! But today''s teamfight was so cool, hahahaha, I rushed out of the trenches and bit off a marauder''s leg directly after a sliding kick! The NPC waspletely stunned! haha!"

    Irene: "Which leg? (Smirk.jpg) "

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "?"

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "Sigh, I really want that fully automatic iron pipe. Just when I was still thinking about what was the most appropriate price for it, it was already bought by other people at the maximum price."

    Little_book_worm: "It''s okay. When that brother uses it, he will regret it. With that kind of barrel and receiver, I bet it will be jammed every three shots."

    Ya Ya: "Does anyone want to trade silver coins? I¡¯ll exchange them with real money! PM me if anyone is interested."

    Night Ten: "!!! Richdy!"

    Irene: "Do you want to get banned?"

    Ample Time: "Damn, you even want to collect the in-game currency in the closed alpha phase, are you so rich that you can¡¯t spend your money elsewhere?"

    There are yers who want to trade in-game items with real money?

    Although many MMORPGs are not able to avoid the issue of real currency trading, Chu Guang really didn''t expect that someone would even buy the test currency during the close testing phase..

    What if the game currency inted the next day?

    For example, after LV10, a task would be rewarded with 100 silver coins?

    This is not impossible.

    Chu Guang remembered that he never said that he nned to use the silver coins all the way to the end.

    Now, only silver coins were issued. But in the future when there were exoframes, aircraft, tanks, and cannons, he may even issue gold coins, tinum coins, amethyst coins, air coins, and digital coins.

    Even after the internal and public testing, it was not impossible to directly use a new set of currencies.

    He couldn¡¯t always just let the old yers and new yers do the same task and make the same amount of money, right?

    For any game, this was simply the dumbest setting.

    Out of love for his yers, Chu Guang sat up straight from theputer chair, typing on the keyboard with his hands.

    Light: "A warm reminder from the game designer. Wastnd Online does not advocate or recognize offline transactions. If you post on the forum to buy or sell in-game currency, it will be deleted. If you trade on a third-party tform, the official website cannot restrict it. However, we will not recognize all chat records and transfer information outside the forum, and will not issue any punishment regarding in-game or out-of-game losses based on this evidence."

    Light: "Many yers on the forum are actually rmended by acquaintances. If you must trade, I will not stop it, but please consider the risks and don¡¯t trust strangers. In the follow-up development work, we will considerunching the official trading tform to ensure the safety of yers¡¯ property. Before that, please focus on enjoying the game itself."

    This was actually for the good of these yers.

    At this stage, whether it was selling silver coins for real money or selling equipment for real money, it was definitely a loss, and it was a loss for both parties.

    Anyone could foresee what kind of sensation this game would cause on a global scale after the open beta. Since the game designer has already promised that they would not delete the test data, why not spend their money on leveling up their levels now?

    If they did not level up now and stay at the first echelon, maybe after a few versions, they would still be doing the same task with the new yers.

    That would be very pitiful.

    Night Ten: "Damn! You actually summoned Brother Light."

    Ya Ya: "Ah! I¡¯m sorry, I didn''t mean it! I won¡¯t do it again! QAQ"

    Quit_smoking: "Quick! Ban her, and give her qualification to me!"

    Ya Ya: "Go away!"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Hehe, you have finally exposed yourself! Those people are clearly the actors you hired to specte the game currency. You are trying to fool people into buying in-game currency! Tsk, tsk, I¡¯ve already seen through all your tricks."

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "If real currency transaction is not advocated, can I use BTC?"

    Night Ten: "Although your ideas are always unique, it is rmended that you get the qualification for the closed alpha first."

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "Sigh! I really have terrible luck. It¡¯s so miserable. T.T"

    Quit_smoking: "Fuck off, you call that miserable? I look down on you!"

    Night Ten: "I can testify that old brother Quit_smoking¡¯s luck is the worst. He applied with us, but we are all LV4 now, but he still hasn¡¯t gotten the qualification yet."

    Irene: "....."

    Quit_smoking: "Stop hurting me, bro. T.T"

    Seriously?

    Uh, this...

    This is indeed too pitiful.

    Chu Guang swore that he really didn''t deliberately target anyone. With so many applications, he couldn¡¯t possibly know everyone. At most, he could only screen out people that were different from ordinary people, those with antisocial personalities, or those who were below 18. The rest of the applicants were all randomly selected.

    But he still didn¡¯t get selected after such a long time?...

    Maybe this guy should buy a lottery ticket instead.

    "888 applications, huh. This number is pretty good."

    It is auspicious!

    Finally, after a nce at the official website, Chu Guang turned off theputer, stretched, and went to sleep in the next room.

 Chapter 82.1: No. 0 Industrial Zone Regulation! Life Profession Strengthened?

    Chapter 82: No. 0 Industrial Zone Regtion! Life Profession Strengthened?

    In the evening, Chu Guang had a long, long dream.

    He dreamed that he was ying a game called The Sims. In the game, he went to work and got off work every day without a single day off. Then, one day, a truck came out of nowhere and scared him awake.

    "What the hell... I''m working even in my dreams. This is getting crazy."

    ¡®Can''t I have a better dream?¡¯

    After waking up from the bed, Chu Guang subconsciously reached out and touched his chest, and found that his clothes were soaking wet.

    "Is the heater on too high?"

    Murmuring, he jumped off the bed and stretched his body. With his joints cracked, he felt veryfortable.

    Wait.

    Did I level up?

    With this thought in his heart, Chu Guang immediately went to the residents'' hall to find medical equipment and did a body scan of himself.

    Sure enough,his gic sequence has increased a level, from LV7 to LV8!

    [

    ID: Chu Guang

    Gic Sequence: administrator

    Level: LV.7¡úLV8

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 10

    Agility: 6

    Physique: 8

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 6¡ú7

    ]

    "The previous few increases were all under the physical attributes. This time the enhancement was under a mental one?"

    Chu Guang moved his arms, and looked at the medical examination form thoughtfully.

    "Sure enough, as I guessed, whenmanding other clones to fight, my gic sequence will also grow."

    Of course, the attributes panel was only there for reference.

    Compared to simply stacking up data, the key was to give fullparison to the advantages of the body''s functions.

    Just like the creeperst time, although none of its four attributes except intelligence was lower than his, it was finally counter-killed by him.

    This was the best example.

    "When the yers'' levels rise to around LV10, I can just treat No. 117 shelter as a dungeon and let them farm the monsters there."

    ¡®I heard that there is an exoframe there.¡¯

    Chu Guang justcked a suit of armor to match his Nitrogen-powered hammer.

    By the time the armor and weapons were all ready, he could be called a real humanoid tank. At that time, let alone a creeper, even if the more powerful mutants stand in front of him, they would only be able to tickle him.

    Thinking happily in his heart, Chu Guang went to the next room to wake Xia Yan. Ignoring her protest, he urged her to go out to work.

    "Can''t you let me sleep longer? Your stupid weapon shop has no business at all!"

    Standing on the elevator, Xia Yan arranged her messy red hair with her left hand, andined in a low voice.

    "A year''s n starts with spring. A day¡¯s n starts in the morning. If you don''t work hard, how can I live a good life in the future? Don''t worry, after this winter, you will have more free time." Chu Guang joked.

    Looking at a strand of red hair standing up on the back of her head, he reached out and pressed it down for her twice, "You''d better go to the bathhouse to get some water. This strand of hair is very stubborn."

    This woman''s cowlick was quite strong. It seemed that she had enough nutrition recently.

    Damnit, my obsessivepulsive disorder...

    Originally, Xia Yan was still a little sleepy. As soon as Chu Guang¡¯s fingers touched her scalp, she stiffened like a cat whose tail was stomped on. She jumped to the side in fright, holding a cane alertly in the elevator corner.

    "What are you doing!"

    Chu Guang shrugged, not bothering to exin anything.

    Little Seven, who was watching quietly on the side, raised its camera and stared at Xia Yan, who continually shrank in the corner.

    Suddenly, it spoke abruptly.

    "ording to Little Seven''s analysis, the probability that Master is interested in you is less than 99.7%. From the analysis of DNA data, any chromosome stored in the No. 404 shelter gene bank is more attractive and has more reproductive value than your chromosome."

    Xia Yan''s face instantly turned to the same color as her hair. Staring at the robot in the corner of the wall, she started tough like a maniac.

    "Ha ha, ha ha ha ha!"

    This woman is probably crazy.

 Chapter 82.2

    Chu Guang looked at Little Seven, dissatisfied

    "Why is there still 0.3%?"

    ¡®Does this robot think that a righteous person like me would go after this woman?¡¯

    Little Seven tilted the camera, justified.

    "Because Master is a young man, after all. So, it''s understandable that you may have a little interest. If there is no probability of even 0.3%, there may be some problems with your body."

    Chu Guang stroked his chin.

    "... You have a valid point. I don''t even know how to refute it."

    Little Seven: "I know, right?"

    Xia Yan didn''t respond to their conversation. She just kept chuckling foolishly as if she waspletely broken.

    Chu Guang always felt that the look in her eyes when she looked at Little Seven was not quite right.

    To be honest, this AI probably has been on standby for too long, and the hardware has aged or something. Sometimes, it was really not very bright. It doesn''t know that sometimes, some things can''t be said.

    But then again, this woman has been in the mercenary business before, so why is her mental endurance so bad?

    Or can anyone be mercenaries in Boulder City?

    Chu Guang didn''t know how to react anymore.

    ...

    Since Chu Guang no longer restricted the login of the yers, he no longer slept in the residents'' lobby, but lived in the empty room next to Xia Yan.

    Every time he went to sleep, he would hand over the Shelter''s various permissions to Little Seven who was charging at the shelter, and tell it to keep eye on the yers and warn them if they wanted to go through his stuff.

    Old Luca also stood watching outside the shelter, so he wasn''t worried that the yers would do anything out of line.

    The Active Matter Extractor never stoppedst night.

    The 6 cannon fodder in the daytime, plus the 21 in the evening, produced a total of 12.3 units of active matter. Counting the 4 units umted before and deducting the 1 unit deficit caused by Ya Ya, the active matter inventory had reached 15.3.

    An extractor could only hold 25 units, and when it was full, it could only be taken out and packed in stic bottles.

    This made Chu Guang wonder if it would deteriorate outside.

    In short, the shelter was not socking in the active matter anymore. As long as it was not a meaningless death, the appropriate battle loss was eptable.

    In addition to prohibiting yers from going to 76th Street to actively provoke the green-skinned muscr guys and harass neutral survivors in the south, Chu Guang''s restrictions on the range of activities of these yers were no longer asrge as before.

    After a while, perhaps the contribution points deduction penalty for death could be appropriately lowered.

    When Chu Guang arrived on the surface, many yers were already online. They were busy moving a bunch of materials in the industrial area.

    At present, more than 40% of the orders in the industrial zone came from the proprietress of the weapons store, which included some parts needed to make receivers, copper shells and gunpowder needed to make bullets, and so on.

    Among the fifth batch of yers who were new to the game this time, there were a few more new yers with a metallurgy background, and they had chosen the intelligence type. Their development ideas were clear; they were going to be Life Profession yers.

    After repeated practice and improvement by the two yers [I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom] and [Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot], the current steelmaking technology of the outpost has been greatly improved.

    At present, these guys were thinking about how to make the acid Bessemer process invented in the mid-neenth century.

    When pure oxygen cannot be produced on arge scale, Bessemer''s "air steelmaking" method was a good choice.

    Although it was difficult to extract the phosphorus from the ore, the raw materials they used were not phosphorus-containing ore. Instead, they used waste steel that did not contain phosphorus. Even the step of adding limestone for dephosphorization could be saved.

    As for the problem of the "air hole", it could also be solved by learning from the experience summarized byter generations, such as adding a "deoxidizer" after blowing air.

    But the key to everything was that, first of all, they needed a 1.2-meter-high "furnace" with tetravalentpounds such as silicon dioxide and zirconium dioxide as an acidic lining to prevent the furnace itself from being melted by molten iron.

    This was a big test for the sintering process.

    These yers didn''t seem to take this difficulty to heart, but regarded it as a challenge.

    Before, those yers would brag about how much morepetent they were than other yers on the forum.

    Now that they were finally in the game, it was time to show their real skills. Even if they were just keyboard professors, they could only bite the bullet and do it now.

    The diligence of those yers was impable, but the nning of the industrial area was really a bit messy.

    The charcoal kilns that produced charcoal were next to the kilns that produced bricks, and the steel-making furnaces were right after those two. There was no decent n at all.

    It couldn''t go on like this.

    As we all know, if the first house is not well-positioned, the subsequent nning will definitely be chaotic.

    In order not to be driven to death by his obsessivepulsive disorder, and for the production safety of these yers, Chu Guang found a wooden stake and a wooden board, walked to the south of the nursing home, and inserted the wooden stake in the ground, and hung the wooden board on it.

    Then, he used a marker pen to write a line of words on the wooden board. After he was done, he took two steps back and admired it for a while.

    [No. 0 Industrial Zone Regtions:]

    [1. The area on the south side of the outpost is designated as an industrial zone. ]

    [2. New facilities need to submit an application to the administrator or administrator assistant, specifying the application project, business type, budget, and estimated area, and build in the approved area. ]

    [3. upying roads, exceeding the nned area, or other illegal buildings will be cleared and removed. ]

    "Good."

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.

    Anyway, the first regtion was a draft, so the fewer words the better.

    Fewer words could make it easier to understand, and it was also convenient for him to manage, lest yers would say that they didn''t read it because there were too many words on it.

    In theter period, the venue deposit, rent, management fees, taxes, etc. would be supplemented in the form of "Industrial Zone Management Regtions". The current regtions were only there to prevent these yers from building randomly and blocking the road from the south gate to the resurrection point.

    Before he left, the nearby yers saw this sign and surrounded it curiously.

    "No. 0 Industrial Zone Regtions?"

    "The area on the south side of the outpost is designated as an industrial zone¡­ Damn?! Are Life Professions going to be strengthened?!"

    "Strengthened my ass, you think you are going to be buffed? This announcement means that you can''t build it randomly in the base in the future. You must apply first, then buildter, and you must have a n."

    "Huh? So that''s nerfed?"

    "Does this mean that... Even if you haven''t bought thend in the industrial zone, you can still get the right to use thend in the industrial zone by applying for approval? This part of the area does not upy the privatend area?"

    "Holy shit, this is great!"

    "This isn''t nerfed at all! The Life Profession yers will clearly benefit from this!"

    "It''s so cool!"

    After finally deciphering the announcement of less than a hundred words, the Life Profession yers who surrounded the "NPC" instantly became excited!

 Chapter 83.1: Very Imaginative Life Profession Players

    Chapter 83: Very Imaginative Life Profession yers

    Two minutes after the regtion was issued, Chu Guang was surrounded by excited yers before he could walk away from the sign.

    "Boss Administrator, how should I write the application form?"

    "Boss Dawn, are there any restrictions on the type of business? Can it be any business?"

    "I want to build a greenhouse to grow vegetables!"

    "I want to build a power nt!"

    "I want to build a public toilet!"

    "I want to sell shit!"

    "What the fuck! What''s wrong with you?!"

    "..."

    There were always yers who would say what Chu Guang wanted to say, so Chu Guang stayed speechless.

    In order to maintain order, Chu Guang raised his hand to signal the yers to be quiet, then cleared his throat and continued seriously.

    "If you want to apply for industrialnd, please submit a written application. Oral applications will not be epted!"

    "The paper required for the written application can be bought in the warehouse of the outpost at a price of one copper coin. Please contact my assistant if you have any questions. For details on writing the application and the rules for the use of industrialnd, please check again in half an hour."

    "Now, go back to your tasks!"

    The paper needed to write the application form could be bought in the warehouse of the outpost, and the source was mainly from the ruins of apartments and office buildings.

    Although it sounded unbelievable, the paper in this world was indeed preserved for longer than imagined.

    This especially applied to some paper certificates, a small amount of banknotes, paintings or books with collectible value; as long as they were not exposed to wind, sunlight, rain, or damp and mildew, not to mention howpletely they could be preserved, it was not even a big problem to survive the weathering of time.

    Perhaps it was due to the addition of some kind of antioxidant material, or it was simply not paper made from wood in the traditional sense.

    Chu Guang couldn''t exin the reason, just as he couldn''t exin the technical principle of controble nuclear fusion.

    Technology that was 20 years ahead was high-tech, but technology that was a century ahead was no different from pure magic. It could be degraded when people needed it to degrade and preserved when it needed to be preserved.

    In short, he could asionally recycle some recyble waste paper. Although it was not luxurious enough to use it to wipe ass, a small amount of office work consumption waste was still eptable.

    However, after seeing the applications handed over to him, Chu Guang inevitably still had a trace of doubt in his heart.

    One copper coin for one piece of paper.

    Sure enough, it''s still too cheap...

    In front of the nursing home, there was a crowd of people.

    Although there were only 40 Life Profession yers, it still looked like a lot when they gathered together.

    "Dear administrator, I think our outpostcks a barbecue shop! So I want to apply for a 20-square-meter industrialnd to open a barbecue¡ª"

    "For catering, please go to the market at the north gate. Next."

    "Papermaking! Administrator, I want to open a paper roll factory! The area doesn''t need to be too big, about 1,000 square meters is enough! It''s too ufortable to use other materials. Last time, I identally touched a ball of¡ª"

    "Next."

    "Boss! Look at me, I want to open a tavern! About 200 square meters is enough. How can there be no tavern in an isekai game!?"

    Emmm...

    This request seems pretty normal.

    Chu Guang epted his application, but only nced at it before sending it back.

    "It is rmended that the business project is changed to winemaking, and that the area should be adjusted to less than 100 square meters before applying again."

    "But, but I want to open a tavern like Cat''s Tail Tavern..."

    "Next."

    There were always people who did not understand the concept of industry, nor the difference between industry andmerce.

    Although he med himself for not saying it clearly, Chu Guang always felt that this was unnecessary.

    Is it really difficult to understand what the Administrator needs?

    It''s not difficult at all, okay!

    Anyway, he would let Little Seven directly reject some weird industries and business projects that did not meet the needs of the Wastnd people, or vited public order and good customs.

    In terms of opening a public toilet, selling shit, setting up barbecue stalls, opening restaurants, pubs, KTV, etc.... It was not that he didn''t want to allow them to do it, it just depended on what asion it was and whether they needed it or not.

    For example, the outpost was short of bricks, so there was nothing wrong with opening a brick factory.

    But opening a tavern...

    Is there extra grain to make wine?

    If they really want to drink alcohol, they can take off their helmets and drink in real life!

    But if someone wanted to open a brewery to synthesize ethanol, Chu Guang would support it wholeheartedly. As one of the most widely used industrial raw materials, there were many ces where he could use this stuff.

    The warehouse had orders for the purchase of 70% and 95% ethanol for industrial and medical purposes. The current inventory requirements were 20L and 10L respectively. The price of the order was not bad. Even if only 50g of wine were produced from 0.5kg of grain, yers would still be able to profit a little.

    There were already some yers who had used polygonum sylvestris and other weeds to make distillers yeast, and were imitating the method of making vodka with potatoes, trying to make wine with shofar potatoes.

    Some people had tried it with green wheat before, but failed. It contained a small amount of oxalic acid that was difficult to remove, which seemed to have an effect on yeast.

    If anyone wanted to apply for industrialnd to study winemaking technology, Chu Guang would of course consider granting two plots ofnd carefully to see what the results would be.

    As for the tavern?

    Just forget it!

 Chapter 83.2

    Just as the yer who wanted to open the tavern left with the application form dispiritedly, the tiny Teng Teng, holding her arms high, finally squeezed to the front row of the crowd, and got out of the crowd.

    "Me, me, me!"

    Holding the application form in her hand, her face flushed, speaking nervously before she could catch her breath.

    "Can I open a tailor''s shop? 48 square meters is enough, if not, 40 square meters would also do."

    "Give me the application."

    Chu Guang epted the written application from Teng Teng''s hands, gave a cursory nce, and then kept the application.

    "Approved!"

    "For industrialnd applications approved before noon, the approvednd will be centrally allocated in the evening. Please prepare the materials and tools needed for construction at that time."

    Construction may be an exaggerated term.

    At present, the building materials for the outpost were still a bit expensive, and it was not easy to build a house.

    So the yers who got thend would most likely build a small stall with wood, which was essentially no different from their previous working environment.

    Having said that, Teng Teng was still very happy after upgrading from a worker to being self-employed. She jumped up excitedly holding her small fist.

    "Yeah!! Nice!"

    Looking at Teng Teng, who still couldn''t reach his height even when jumping, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but his face was still calm.

    Happy?

    Haha, it''s too early to be happy!

    After opening a tailor shop, the clothes and protective gear made could indeed be sold on their own. Whether they were sold to warehouses or to yers, all the money earned would belong to them. However, those good-quality furs in the warehouse wouldn''t be bought for free.

    The current price of aplete deerskin in the warehouse was 6~8 silver coins. It would increase a little after winter, but not by too much. There would be no problem in making 2~3 pieces of clothing.

    Afterpleting the order of the NPC warehouse, the profit of a piece of clothing was about 2~3 silver coins. Chu Guang would take the initiative to adjust this number, so that the yer''s ie from the NPC would not overflow too much, which would affect the bnce of the game.

    As for selling to yers, it didn''t matter.

    Thepetition in the market would naturally bnce out a reasonable price. Beautiful clothes will always be in high demand, so a higher profit is reasonable. However, the yers'' spending power and the total market are not big, so how much yers can sell depends on their abilities.

    In short, the losses and profits they generate are now their own responsibility!

    But no matter what, opening a shop always seemed more profitable than working for someone else.

    In addition to Teng Teng''s tailor shop, Brother Scrambled Egg''s butcher shop was also approved.

    After thinking about it, the ughter industry belongs to food processing, and food processing is probably a light industry? So there is nothing wrong with putting it in an industrial area.

    In short, the wise administrator hesitated for a while, and finally nodded his head under the gaze of Brother Scrambled Egg''s expectant eyes.

    In any case, the butcher stall was at least a little more reliable than the barbecue stall.

    However, after the winter, there would not be that much prey. The busiest period in the ughter industry had passed. So is it really more profitable to manage alone than work for the NPC at this time?

    Chu Guang didn''t understand it.

    But since Chu Guang didn''t need to pay for it, he didn''t bother to worry about these yers.

    In less than half an hour, Chu Guang checked all the applications and returned the unqualified ones without mercy, leaving only the reliable ones.

    This included a tailor shop with a size of 6x8m, a butcher shop with a size of 6x8m, and a steelmaking workshop with a size of 20x10m, ending up with a total of 298 square meters.

    What surprised Chu Guang was Brother Mosquito.

    He thought this guy would open a wood workshop, but he didn''t expect him to put [Goblin Technology] in the item column of the application form, and even write [chemicals] in the scope of business.

    "Your application cannot be approved. You can''t just write ''chemicals''. You have to specify the specific production project, such as which chemical product you want to produce and its use. All of that information must be written on it."

    Mosquito scratched his head and thought for a moment before saying.

    "Then can I change it to weapon manufacturing? And I''m producing its raw materials as well."

    Chu Guang thought for a while, but couldn''t fault it.

    "You can, but you have to provide at least one product and make sure it can be used normally, and¡­ have a willing customer. Then you can use it as your main product. If there are new productster, you just need to register them with my assistant. I need to make sure that every piece of industrialnd I approve is being used for something that will benefit the shelter. Do you understand what I mean?"

    Mosquito nodded repeatedly.

    "Understood! Hehe, I will rewrite it!"

    ¡®I hope this guy really understands what I mean.¡¯

    Chu Guang didn''t object to him doing some strange experiments, but he still hoped that he would not do something ridiculous and affect other yers.

    There were orders for gunpowder and smokeless gunpowder on the order wall of the warehouse, and the weapons store also had some orders for homemade grenades and Molotov cocktails.

    These would not require much creativity, and they were all very profitable.

    As for woodworking.

    It''s not particrlycking now.

    At least five of the newly added yers were knowledgeable about carpentry, and the job vacancies left by him didn''t stay vacant for long.

    "His workshop has to be arranged a little further away from the resurrection point."

    "I don''t want him to blow the nursing home up."

    Standing at the nursing home entrance, Chu Guang thought in his heart and noted it down silently.

    At this time, snow suddenly fell from the sky.

    After a while, the snow fell heavier, and the temperature also dropped a lot.

    Although the blue coats of the shelter would change its material properties in cold weather and reduce the heat conduction to keep warm, it couldn''t rece the fur coat and thick jacket after all.

    Feeling a little cold from the wind blowing on his neck, Chu Guang turned around, nning to go back to the shelter and put on his deerskin coat.

    However, at this moment, there was amotion in the direction of the west gate of the outpost.

    Then he saw a fishing yer, carrying a stic bucket and a homemade fishing rod running against the heavy snow, yelling in terror.

    "Crab!"

    "Crabs are eating people!"

    The yer was so terrified that he even lost his shoes while running.

 Chapter 84.1: Crackleclaw Crab! A Dangerous Species Appears

    Chapter 84: Cracklew Crab! A Dangerous Species Appears

    Chu Guang never expected that the second case of nonbat attrition that appeared in shelter No. 404 would arise... because of the crabs in theke?

    ¡°Cracklew Crab.¡±

    Looking to the shore of theke, a big craby on the yer''s head, feasting. Chu Guang recognized the identity of this thing in just a second.

    This was probably a mutant of a certainke crab. As for its specific species, no one knew, but it didn''t matter. After all, a crab that grew to a height of one meter was not suitable to be rted to normal crabs in the past.

    Mud and algae always hung all over its body, making it look like a mass of mud from a distance. The high bulging arc-shaped carapace was its natural armor,yered with arge amount of calcium and magnesium minerals, chitin, keratinized fiber, and other biopolymers, which could effectively disperse and buffer kic energy damage. Damage dealt by normal weapons was no different than tickling to it.

    And those two huge ws were even more powerful. It was said that they could cut the tree in half easily... But why would this thing appear here?

    Is there a Cracklew Crab nest at the bottom of theke or somewhere on the other side of theke?

    Chu Guang''s brows tightened.

    "What is a Cracklew Crab?" Ample Time, who was following him, was confused and quickly asked.

    ¡°Mutant.¡±

    There was no time to exin.

    The Cracklew Crab had already gnawed off half of the yer''s head, and the part below the neck of the hapless little yer would be gnawed away if he didn''t do anything.

    Chu Guang adjusted the KV-1 exoskeleton from "cruise mode" to "maneuver mode"¡ªwhich increased the output power of the knee and elbow joints, walked towards the crab with a heavy step, and pulled out his hammer from his back calmly.

    The shell of the Cracklew Crab was very wide, causing it to have almost no view of anything behind it.

    Although they had a keen sense of hearing at close range, as long as one walked directly toward them, they would not be able to urately distinguish one''s location.

    If there was no ident, in 2 seconds, Chu Guang would be able to take out that thing with his hammer!

    However, just when Chu Guang had walked out of the forest two steps, still twenty or thirty meters away from the crab, Brother Mosquito suddenly carried a wooden tube and got out of the bush nearby.

    "Big crab? Where is it?? Holy shit! So big! Administrator, it''s too dangerous to get closer to it, please don''t go over! Let me deal with it!"

    After saying that, Brother Mosquito excitedly lit the fuse behind the wooden tube and carried it on his shoulders, aiming the tube at the crab.

    "Fuck!"

    "It''s Mosquito!"

    "Run!"

    The yers who were rubbernecking on the side were all startled by his action, and as if they had seen a gue god, all of them fled in the next second.

    Without waiting for Chu Guang to stop, the wooden tube burst out with a tongue of fire, shooting a forearm-long firecracker out of the tube, and swishing toward the Cracklew Crab.

    The Cracklew Crab probably heard the movement, but before it could turn its head back, the forearm-long firecracker fell into the muddy ground behind its ass.

    Obviously.

    This RPG''s uracy is very bad.

    But it doesn''t matter anymore.

    With a "boom", a pir of mud four or five meters tall rose from the ground. The explosion shook the crab''s carapace twice, and the billowing smoke swallowed its huge body directly.

    Nearly one kilogram of gunpowder exploded instantly. If a human stood so close, even if they weren''t scraped to death by shrapnel, their internal organs would be shattered.

    However, the Cracklew Crab was not human after all.

    The shock wave of the explosion could not prate its carapace at all, let alone shatter its inherently few internal organs.

    Then a shrill and hoarse howl sounded.

    The Cracklew Crab, engulfed in heavy smoke, rushed out painfully and quickly locked onto the nearby Chu Guang, brandishing itsrge ws and ramming over to him.

    But because its leg was "broken" by the st, its speed was only a little faster than that of human walking.

    Nearby yers hurriedly raised their guns and opened fire, but the Cracklew Crab, which had been shot a few times, was unaffected.

    "Ceasefire!"

    Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled the yers to stop wasting bullets, then he grabbed the hammer in his hand and walked forward with a sigh.

    "That dumb yer, he really knows how to create trouble for me."

    ¡­¡­

    In front of the Nitrogen-powered hammer, theme Cracklew Crab was no different from the marauder who ran out of ammunition.

    Chu Guang didn''t waste time with it at all. He switched the hammer to B mode and swung it. In an instant, the hammer directly shattered half of its face.

    Then the battle was over.

    A dozen yers who came out of the base with him were basically not helpful. Aside from wasting a few bullets, they didn¡¯t cause any damage to the crab.

    "Damn, so strong¡­¡­"

    "Boss Dawn is awesome!"

    "I finally know why that marauder''s head was missing..."

    The surrounding yers were whispering excitedly.

    Mosquito, who was carrying the wooden tube, still had a stunned expression even after the battle was over. It took a long time before he finally came back to his senses.

    "Are you fucking serious... Even my RPG did not kill it?"

    "Did you use HE round? You should use the AP round next time." Night Ten patted Mosquito''s shoulder with a joking smile, "But then again, brother, your tech is pretty rad."

    Mosquito argued with a red face.

    "It must be the plot... the plot kills! The plot is not over, so no matter how powerful my RPG was, it would not be able to kill it! That¡¯s one kilogram of gunpowder, if its HP is not locked by the plot, it would definitely be dead!"

    "Hahahaha, it''s possible! Why didn¡¯t I think of that¡­"

    ¡°¡­¡­¡±

    Ample Time sighed. He didn''tugh at Mosquito with Night Ten. He just patted the big brother on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and then went up to help the administrator pack the spoils.

    Such arge Cracklew Crab weighed three hundred kilograms at least.

    [Midnight_pubg] swung his axe and hacked the back of the crustacean, but the attack only left a muddy mark on the back of the crab¡¯s dirty shell.

    "Fuck? Is this shell made of iron?" Shaking his aching hands, his eyes widened in shock. He even began to doubt the power of his axe for the first time.

    "It should be good to use this to make armor," [The_Escaping_Mole] squatted beside him, and filed the ws of the big crab with his hatchet. "The ws are so hard, is this thing really caused by a radiation mutation?"

    "Who knows."

    Looking at the group of yers curiously examining around the Cracklew Crab, Chu Guang put away the hammer.

    "Find a cart and carry it back."

    "Okay!"

    "Okay, Administrator!"

    Looking at the yers who were starting to work, Chu Guang went on to find two yers who had nothing to do and asked them to move the headless corpse on the ground back to the shelter.

    Fortunately, they arrived in a timely manner. The yer only lost his head and his clothes were basically intact. The previously exploded shrapnel and burning wood tar was basically blocked by the shell of the Cracklew Crab.

    Chu Guang was not worried that the yers would die, but rather worried that they would ruin the clothes.

    yers woulde back after they died. But there were only two sets of blue coats for each yer. If both got damaged, he really didn¡¯t know where to get more of them that would fit yers.

    ¡­¡­

    On the way back, the snow fell heavier, beginning to pile up on the treetops and grass. If it continued to snow, there would probably be ayer of snow tomorrow.

    Chu Guang preliminarily spected that the temperature drop caused the range of activities of these Cracklew Crabs to change, but it was not known from which direction they migrated.

    He only hoped that they would not make a home in front of his base.

    In order to prevent simr things from happening again, Chu Guang issued an order to mark the area as dangerous.

    Before finding out the source of these Cracklew Crabs, it was forbidden to approach this area.

    At the same time, he also ordered two perception-type yers, one to head northeast and one southwest, to investigate along the shore of theke and report any abnormalities immediately.

    The big crab that was one meter high when it was just lying on its stomach was carried on the cart by two strength-type yers.

    Singing a messy triumph song along the way, these yers who followed the Administrator carried the trophy back to the outpost.

    That high-profile parade attracted the attention of many people.

    "Holy shit, such a big crab?"

    "What''s going on?!"

    Curious, the yer who didn¡¯t know what was going on stepped forward to stop one yer and asked.

    "Brother, where did you catch such a big crab?"

    "From theke."

    "What the hell?! How?!"

    "Hey, hey, it¡¯s easy. Just level up your fishing skill."

    It was not just the nearby yers who were watching, but Yu Hu who happened toe to trade from Bett Street.

    Next to him stood another man. Each of them held one side of a wooden stick on one shoulder, with a strong mutant wild boar tied to the stick. They stood in front of the west gate and looked at the crab,pletely shocked.

    Chu Guang soon noticed him, and after walking towards him, spoke with a smile.

    "Come to exchange goods?"

    Yu Hu opened his mouth, his eyes having just moved away from the big crab before being stuck to the big hammer behind Chu Guang.

    The man next to him reacted first, nodded nervously, and said frankly.

    "I want to change some salt. I heard that we can exchange salt here."

    Yu Hu finally recovered and hurriedly introduced the man to Chu Guang.

    "This is my cousin, his surname is Li, and his name is Li Niu."

    "It''s snowy outside,e in with me."

    Under the guidance of Chu Guang, the two of them were unimpeded at the outpost. However, someone would always look at them curiously.

 Chapter 84.2

    Yu Hu was used to it. After all, he had been here several times, but it was his cousin¡¯s first time here, and he always felt ufortable.

    "Please don''t take it to heart, they have been underground for a long time and have never seen anyone outside of the shelter, so they will be curious when outsiderse."

    Seeing this important man in a blue coat talking to him, Li Niu quickly waved his hand and said, "It''s okay, it''s okay, I don''t mind it."

    Chu Guang nodded, took the two to the warehouse, and handed them directly to the warehouse manager Luca who was standing there.

    The old ve recognized Yu Hu, and immediately understood what he had to do. He took the man named Li Niu to the ughter stall very skillfully.

    Yu Hu handed over all the prey to him, but this time, instead of following along, leaned close to Chu Guang and stared at the big hammer curiously.

    "Brother Chu, is this your weapon?"

    "Mhm, for now."

    "Such a big hammer? Can it even be used?"

    "Of course."

    "Then, you killed the Cracklew Crab just now with this hammer?"

    "Yes."

    After getting an affirmative answer, the young man''s eyes almost popped out. It took a long time for him to digest the shock in his heart.

    "So strong!"

    Cracklew Crab£¡

    It was a monster that no scavengers would want to encounter.

    This thing had a fast advancing speed in a narrow terrain, a very high explosive power, and a simple mindset. Once it locked the target, it would chase the target to the death.

    Unless one could find a higher ce to climb up, there was basically no escape.

    Almost nothing could defeat this monster head-on. Even the mutant brown bear was unwilling to fight with it.

    Chu Guang smiled without exining.

    It didn''t matter whether he was strong or not, as long as the power of technology was strong enough.

    A nuclear-powered sledgehammer, coupled with a chemically-powered exoskeleton, could even knock down a wall, let alone a beast''s face.

    "Speaking of which, how is the situation on your side? It seems like this snow is going to keep falling for a while."

    "It''s almost the same every year, we can only make do with it," Yu Hu was much more optimistic than Chu Guang expected, "but this winter came too early this year, and we were prepared in a hurry. Originally, in October, there would still be caravansing, but who would have thought thatte September this year would be thest wave... Sigh."

    Chu Guangforted him.

    "Think about it from another angle, the meat willst longer in cold weather."

    Yu Hu shook his head.

    "But it''s hard to find the prey. If we want to catch the prey, we¡¯d have to continue walking into the city to find the nests of those mutants."

    Chu Guang said with interest.

    "Oh? Do you have any experience?"

    Yu Hu nodded.

    "It''s not much of an experience. Many small animals love to build nests in those kinds of half-upside-down buildings, especially the kind where the trees grow into them. Some hyenas, jackals, and animals that eat meat would also follow them in. You can find prey in such ces all year round... It is just a bit risky."

    "Crunchers?"

    "Mhm, Crunchers like to hide in the building the most, but they don¡¯t hide too high. We normally start sweeping from the fourth floor. But even so, it¡¯s hard to say what we will encounter in it. Maybe it¡¯s a nest of ten thousand mice, or maybe it is a resting creeper. Without a gun, we don''t dare to go too deep, at most we can go to zone 5."

    Chu Guang sighed.

    "It''s snowing, and it won''t be easy to go inside."

    Yu Hu said with a wry smile.

    "Even without snow, it is still not easy to go into the city. The road there is like a maze, and some streets are flooded all year round!"

    The straight line distance from Bett Street to Boulder City on the map was more than ten kilometers; that was, from outside the zone 5 of Qingquan City to the edge of the zone 3, and the wend park was a little further away.

    Chu Guang couldn''t find Qingquan City in the parallel world, but he could draw a line of more than 10 kilometers on a map from the riverside to the city downtown byparing its distance from the river to the city where he once lived.

    What does this distance mean?

    It means that if there is no traffic jam, it would take half an hour if there are many straight roads, maybe an hour if there are more forks.

    As for walking?

    Chu Guang has never tried to travel that far, but even if he couldn''t generalize, he still wouldn¡¯t be able to run past twenty flyovers or underground tunnels.

    And this was still under normal traffic conditions.

    To traverse the ruins was apletely different concept.

    In the pre-war era, even the shortest buildings within zone 4 were basically over 600 meters tall. The maic base and maic nodesid on the external walls of highways and buildings were the foundation for supporting three-dimensional traffic with 120 verticalnes.

    In that era when maglev technology was poprized in private cars, the meaning of high-rise buildings was no longer just a "house", but even a part of a "road", especially for buildings close to main roads, where height requirements were even more rigid.

    Of course, these were all spections made by Chu Guang based on the stories told by old Charlie and limited information, and they were not necessarily true.

    But by just imagining those row upon row of dominoes, he could feel the oppression brought by this reinforced concrete cemetery.

    People always had instinctive awe or even fear for creations that were hundreds of times bigger than themselves. It was indeed not an easy task to search for prey on this ruin...

    Chu Guang suggested.

    "Why don''t you all move to my ce? I happen to be short of manpower."

    Although a little tempted, Yu Hu still shook his head.

    "No, no, we can''t trouble you."

    Chu Guang said with a smile.

    "This is no trouble. I am not feeding you for free. At best, we can help each other."

    Yu Hu shook his head faster.

    "It''s okay toe here to help you, and it''s okay to live for a few days, but we still can''t move over. We still prefer to live there, living underground... It always feels weird. Besides, we can¡¯t understand anyone here besides you. It¡¯s definitely hard for us to get along with other people."

    Seeing that he said so, Chu Guang didn''t insist on it anymore.

    Although Chu Guang wanted to say that they were actually different from the traditional "blue coated shelter people" and did not always live underground, this was obviously not the key to the problem.

    When a person refused based on consideration of multiple reasons, the reason given was often the most irrelevant one.

    The most typical example is "You are a nice guy."

    So Chu Guang never listened to exnations.

    Trust takes time to build, he couldn¡¯t force it.

    Moreover, it¡¯s not like they don¡¯t have a home.

    He couldn¡¯t just demolish other people''s homes and force them to live with him.

    Yu Hu changed the subject and asked with a silly smile.

    "Speaking of which, Brother Chu, is the meat on that big crab edible? This is the first time I have seen someone catch this guy."

    Chu Guang said with augh.

    "I don''t know, I was thinking about asking you."

    "Me? How do I know? I heard that the mother''s crab roe can be eaten, but I haven''t heard anyone say whether the crab meat can... If it can be eaten, it would be great. Such a big crab, imagine how much meat there is."

    Thinking that, Yu Hu started drooling.

    Chu Guang smiled and waved his hand.

    "Maybe next time! I still need to find out whether it is poisonous or not. If it is not poisonous, you can eat as much as you want next time!"

    Yu Hu nodded vigorously and smiled.

    "Okay! Then next time, I will bring my big brother, father and Xiaoyu!"

    "Haha, you can just take a portion home."

    The two chatted for a while, and the ughter over the other side also finished.

    Probably because of the beginning of winter, the meat extraction rate of 250 kilograms of the wild boar reached 60%, and 150 kilograms of meat were harvested.

    Twenty percent of the 30 kilograms was a reward for the shelter. The remaining 120 kilograms were given to the man of the Li family and Yu Hu.

    Wild boar skin was also considered high-quality leather, especially when it came to armor. Although its scarcity was not as good as deerskin, its value was still much higher than that of hyena skin.

    After Luca asked Chu Guang for instructions, he still counted 300g of coarse salt for the man at the price of deerskin.

    After getting the salt, the guy looked happy, thanking Chu Guang and Luca for a while, and then left with Yu Hu.

    ¡°Luca.¡±

    Seeing his master talk to him, Luca bowed his head respectfully.

    "Do you have any orders, sir?"

    Chu Guang asked.

    "Can the meat of Cracklew Crab be eaten?"

    Luca froze for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then said cautiously.

    "I, I have never seen such a thing, sir... But if you are unsure, I can taste it to check if it is poisonous for you."

    "That''s not necessary."

    If he really needed someone to test if it was poisonous, he could find those yers. After all, even if they were poisoned, once theyid down in the culture chamber, they would recover very soon.

    Moreover, even if the poison reacted very fast and they died before they could lie down in the culture chamber, they would still be able toe back alive after three days of respawning CD.

    But at this moment, Chu Guang suddenly thought of someone, and his eyes lit up instantly.

    That¡¯s right.

    How did I forget her?

    I can just give it to Ya Ya!

 Chapter 85.1: Correct Usage of Ya Ya

    Chapter 85: Correct Usage of Ya Ya

    Acting is better than thinking.

    Chu Guang immediately found an axe and chopped the joints of the Cracklew Crab''s hind legs. A section about the length of a baseball bat came off.

    The crab legs felt quite heavy. It was thick and long, and after weighing it, he found that it was actually around 4 kilograms. It should be enough to support two or three people.

    The tender crab meat dangled in the crab shell, looking like soft tofu, seemingly full of high-quality protein and fat.

    This big guy looked so ugly from the outside, and the mud all over its body looked like it could never be washed clean, but unexpectedly, the crabmeat inside looked so delicious.

    It just so happened that it was not lunch time yet, so Chu Guang randomly selected a yer passing by and asked him to call Ya Ya into the nursing home.

    Before Ya Ya could ask if the administrator had any tasks for her, Chu Guang handed out the crab leg in his hand and showed her the crab meat.

    "Is it edible?"

    Ya Ya was confused, but she still nodded.

    "Uh, probably?"

    She didn''t see the green light.

    However, she still couldn¡¯t be sure.

    Chu Guang, who has always acted cautiously, continued in amanding tone.

    "Take a bite."

    That look radiated a feeling like he was bestowing a gift to her.

    It was the same look that NPCs guarding the resurrection point had in other games.

    But the gifted yer didn''t think so.

    Seeing that the Administrator was about to stuff the crab leg into her mouth, Ya Ya quickly backed up and waved her hand, not knowing whether she shouldugh or cry.

    "Wait, wait a minute! This is raw! At least let me cook it first." She didn''t dislike the administrator''s tough attitude; after all, he wasn''t a real person.

    ¡®Huh!¡¯

    ¡®Why do you care so much about it in a game?¡¯

    ¡®If I ask you to eat it then just open your mouth and eat it.¡¯

    Chu Guang didn''t expect this yer to be so cautious. After he thought about it, he felt that what she said seemed to make sense.

    Freshwater crabs are different from deep-sea crabs. There are many parasites in the freshwater environment, so it is not advisable to eat them raw.

    After all, being non-toxic doesn''t mean that you won''t have diarrhea after eating, but that you won''t die after eating it for a while. This is like no matter how high your physique is, there is no need to pick up dirty things from the ground to eat, right?

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang no longer insisted, but changed his thoughts.

    "I have a task for you."

    "Wh, what task?"

    Ya Ya''s face was full of suspiciousness and alertness, feeling that the task said by the administrator sounded very fishy.

    However, Chu Guang didn''t bother to exin, instead just shoving the baseball-bat-length crab leg into her hand.

    "The content of the task is very simple. First of all, you need to cook this crab leg¡­ Here are 2 copper coins. Take it to the warehouse to buy some charcoal."

    It seems that this task needs to be triggered step by step.

    Although Ya Ya was suspicious, as a yer, she couldn''t resist the temptation of the "exclusive mission" in the end. She took the 2 copper coins as a "mission item" given by Chu Guang and ran to the warehouse to buy charcoal.

    Soon, Ya Ya returned with the charcoal she had just bought.

    She was very careful to find an air-tight empty room on the first floor of the nursing home, squatting on the corner of the wall and enclosing a small circle with stones.

    Then she put the charcoal on, lit a fire, hummed a song and started grilling the crab leg.

    While Ya Ya grilled the crab leg, the thoughts of Chu Guang, who was waiting bored at the door of the room, couldn''t help but drift away.

    ¡®Speaking of which, why can mutant cockroaches not be eaten, but crabs can? Aren''t they both mutants?¡¯

    ¡®Maybe¡­¡¯

    ¡®They are actually edible?¡¯

    ¡®It''s just that no one has tried it.¡¯

    After being puzzled, his gaze drifted towards Ya Ya''s back unconsciously.

    By coincidence, the shell of the crab leg on the fire cracked all of sudden.

    The sudden sound startled Ya Ya who was concentrating on grilling the crab leg. Her neck and shoulders shrank back reflexively, but she didn''t notice someone''s bad intentions.

    Chu Guang walked into the room and looked at the crab leg in her hands.

    The mud-green crab shell was grilled into a circle of ck wax red, and there was a small crack in the center of the shell.

    White water vapor and air bubbles came out from the crack, wrapped in the scent that had been stuffed in the shell for a long time, and overflowed the whole room in an instant.

    "Wow... it smells so good."

    Ya Ya sniffed and swallowed greedily.

    Speaking of which, this looks better than king crab.

    The point was that she had eaten king crab before, but she has never eaten this!

    "Has it been cooked?"

    Hearing the urging behind her, Ya Ya realized that she was still on the mission and quickly stood up with the crab leg.

    "Dear administrator, I havepleted the task you assigned!"

    "Very good."

    Taking the cooked crab leg from Ya Ya, Chu Guang waited for it to be less hot, and broke it into two halves in the middle, then gave her half.

    "Eat it."

    "Yes!"

    Who would refuse cooked delicious food?

    Ya Ya obediently took the crab leg with both hands, put it in her mouth and took a bite carefully. When she found that it was not hot, she immediately gobbled it up, then looked up expectantly at the administrator.

    Chu Guang didn''t speak, but waited quietly for a while. Seeing that there was no toxic reaction, he took a bite of what he was holding.

    The aroma of the crabmeat quickly spread between the lips and teeth.

    Although it had a raw taste, it did not affect the fresh, smooth, and stic texture. Just like that famous saying, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

    Described in one phrase, it was extremely delicious!

    This was especially true for Chu Guang, who had eaten dried meat and dry food for too long. This bite of crab meat has rekindled his desire for good food.

    The only fly in the ointment was that when he took the crab leg just now, he discovered that the Cracklew Crab was actually a male, meaning there was no crab roe.

    ¡®It''s a pity that I can only gnaw on crab legs.¡¯

    "Good."

    After eating slowly, Chu Guang nodded, and then took another bite nkly. Then a third bite... which turned into countless bites.

    You don''t say...

    This stuff really gets better as you eat it.

    It would be even better if there was some cooking wine to remove the fishy taste, or vinegar mixed with crushed garlic to enhance the fragrance...

    Ya Ya stared from the side and waited, holding a half of the crab leg shell in her hand, waiting for a long time but did not get her reward.

    Seeing that the Administrator had finished chewing the crab leg in his hands, she finally couldn''t help but put on an urging tone and asked in a low voice.

    "Dear administrator, may I ask¡­ Do you have any more orders?"

    Chu Guang wiped his mouth and gave her the crab leg shell in his hand.

    "No, just find a ce for me and throw this away."

    Ya Ya looked at the crab leg shell in her hand, then looked at the administrator, hesitated for a long time before saying.

    "Um... Where''s the reward?"

    Chu Guang looked at her nkly.

    "...What reward?"

    ...

 Chapter 85.2

    Seeing the administrator''s confused expression as if he didn''t remember anything, Ya Ya was immediately anxious and quickly reminded him.

    "It''s, it''s the task reward... didn''t you give me the task of grilling the crab leg? I''ve done it already, right?"

    Chu Guang was silent for a while, looked at her with a strange expression, and nodded slowly.

    "Mhm, it''s done."

    Hearing these words, Ya Ya''s face rekindled hope, and the light of hope reflected in her eyes.

    "Then..."

    Chu Guang: "... but didn''t you eat it too?"

    Ya Ya: "???"

    What the heck!

    This is the reward?!

    ...

    ¡®You can''t be too greedy.¡¯

    ¡®Having lunch with the great administrator and enjoying a more noble delicacy than the king crab, is it not enough to be a reward?¡¯

    No matter how much the yer gnashed her teeth, Chu Guang, who didn''t want to talk, looked at her with that "I am an NPC" expression.

    He understood Little Seven a little now.

    A lot of things could be easier if he pretended to be a fool.

    In the end, Ya Ya still failed to get the reward she expected from the respected administrator, leaving this ce that made her sad.

    However, the powerful Ya Ya was only sad for two seconds, and soon regained her spirit.

    In fact, in a rational analysis, there was no task without reward, because it did not conform to the logic of game design!

    Especially for this kind of "exclusive mission" that the core NPC "specifically asked" a certain yer to do. The mission had not failed, so it was even more unlikely that there would be no reward at all.

    The reward must have already been given!

    It was just not through money or contribution points, but in another way.

    Ya Ya instantly thought of what she had previously chatted with the game nner in the private messages on the site. Her eyes gradually held a spark of excitement, and she whispered to herself.

    "That''s right, NPCs have a favorability setting. Why did I forget such important information!"

    If he didn''t give experience or didn''t give money, then he must have given me favorability points!

    Ah, why am I so stupid!

    I actually asked NPC for a reward!

    Fortunately, the NPC didn''t give me. Otherwise, if the reward became silver coins, wouldn''t it be regrettable!?

    Thinking of this, Ya Ya felt fortunate. Fortunately, she didn''t insist. Fortunately, her reluctance didn''t make the administrator change his mind.

    The only pity is that the favorability cannot be checked. It is said that the weight value was hidden. I wonder how much favorability I earned from this task.

    However, aren''t all the virtual MMO web novels like this?

    In those novels, the NPC would only givepliments to the protagonist after they made a simple meal for them. After a while, when the protagonist and the readers almost forgot about it, the NPC would suddenlye out to show their sense of existence. They would give the protagonist some ridiculous cheats to p their opponents'' faces, making readers feel very satisfied.

    This meal is definitely foreshadowing!

    I must have seen simr content in some novels before, it must be! I just read too much, and I can''t remember which one it was at the moment.

    The more Ya Ya thought about it, the more she believed that it was possible.

    Ya Ya, who was still a little frustrated at first, couldn''t close her mouth and kept smirking, as if seizing the future.

    Favorability.

    Haha.

    Hidden mission!

    Muhahaha.

    Suddenly, the vast snow outside the house and the cool breeze that blew around her ears and ankles didn''t feel so cold.

    Teng Teng, holding a basket of fur, came out of the warehouse at this time. Seeing the silly smile on Ya Ya''s face when she walked past her, she couldn''t help but look at her a few more times.

    Um...

    Is she okay?

    It looks like she ate the wrong mushroom.

    However, Teng Teng only nced at her twice, and then stopped paying attention to her. She hummed a cheerful little tune, and continued to walk to the tailor''s workshop not far from the warehouse.

    This evening, the great and wise administrator would allocatend to her to build a tailor''s cabin.

    At that time, her identity would change from a small tailor Teng Teng to the big boss Teng Teng!

    Teng Teng has already thought about it.

    It didn''t matter whether she became a rich woman or not, mainly because she liked to make clothes. She wanted to make those clothes with her carefully designed LOGO sold in the whole wastnd!

    At that time, not only the yers, but even the NPCs in the game would be wearing clothes designed by her.

    Apletely real virtual reality game.

    It''s really awesome!!!

    ...

    In the afternoon.

    The snow was getting thicker and thicker.

    In order to prevent the trenches from being buried by snow, Chu Guang instructed the yers on duty at the gates to report to him as soon as they found that the trenches were flooded or snow-covered.

    At the same time, in order to prevent Marauders from approaching in the heavy snow, he sent two perception type and two agile type yers to team up from the north gate and east gate of the wend park and carefully investigate along the main road.

    Once there was a situation, they needed to report back immediately.

    After finishing arranging all these things, Chu Guang put on a deerskin coat, and then walked to the industrial area north of the nursing home.

    He brought four pieces of wood, two of which were stood up before the gate, and the other two were attached to the nursing home building, measuring a main road that was 5 meters wide.

    The area of the entire outpost was actually not veryrge. If measured from the wall, the length and width of the outpost was just over a hundred meters.

    The five-meter-wide main road was a bit unnecessary, but for future nning, Chu Guang decided to make the road around the "resurrection point" wider.

    After the main road was standardized, Chu Guang used a branch to mark the main road at intervals along the main road like drawing grids. At the same time, he marked the corresponding points on the map board before the outpost, and marked the area before the point with a number.

    After that, signs would be inserted into the circled plots, which correspond to the grids drawn on the map one by one.

    "Tsk, I didn''t expect that surveying and mapping would be such a technical job."

    Had he known that it would be this troublesome, he would have found a physical education teacher to help him.

    It just happened that the area just inside the wall was a bitrger than the school yground.

    He remembered that when he was in school, there was noser mapping instrument. The physical education teacher could draw a straight line on the yground simply with a spoon. The line was even straighter than the line the math teacher drew on the ckboard.

    Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Chu Guang shook the snow on his notebook, returned to the nursing home, and gathered the Life Profession yers who had previously been approved for using the industrialnd.

    In fact, there shouldn''t be many people involved. After all, he approved only five projects, including Mosquito''s project after he resubmitted his application.

    However, there were far more yers gathering around than there should have been.

    The vast majority of people just came to join the fun.

    "Time to split thend!"

    "Land reform!"

    "I hope my steel workshop is closer to the resurrection point."

    "It''s not realistic, you fill such arge area, how can it be next to the resurrection point? Don''t think about it!"

    The noise never stopped.

    With meticulous seriousness on his face, Chu Guang cleared his throat, holding a small notebook in his hand, and announced his arrangements loudly.

    "The approved industrialnd has been marked on the map."

    "yers who have been approved for the submitted project, pleasee forward and im it yourself."

 Chapter 86.1: Steel Plant No. 81 and "Exclusive Mission"

    Chapter 86 Steel nt No. 81 and "Exclusive Mission"

    A few yers quickly stood up, fearing that the administrator would change his mind. Looking at these "lucky guys", there were many envious voices around them.

    "I''m so jealous!"

    "Damn it! Why can''t my Gwent Tavern be approved!"

    "Maybe the administrator doesn''t like that game? Try a different game next time."

    "It''s already 2340, how can there be no club like Dicky Twister? It''s not reasonable at all."

    It was clearly snowing, but the shelter outpost was still very lively.

    At this time, the few yers who were in front of the map finally confirmed their position and started to discuss with each other.

    "Ohhhhhh, Teng Teng''s cabin is right next to the resurrection point! Noice!"

    "My butcher shop is so close to the granary, so cool."

    "What the fuck! Why is my goblin chemical nt in the outermost area!" Mosquito looked at the map and had a crying expression on his face.

    Chu Guang nced at him and snorted in his heart.

    ''Outermost?''

    ''It''s already very nice that I didn''t arrange it outside the wall!''

    As we all know, the chemical industry is a high-risk industry, especially gunpowder. It''s fine if yers died in the st. But if the shelter was blown up, it would be a terrible loss.

    Chu Guang would let Luca pay attention to the raw material consumption and daily output of this [Goblin Industry], and keep the inventory of dangerous goods within a safe range.

    If the outpost was expanded in the future, he would also consider moving it out.

    [I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom] and [Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot] stared at the map with confused expressions.

    Neither yer had any opinion on the location of the steel workshop. Although the location was close to the south gate, it was close to the main road and the way to the warehouse was also convenient. It was just that a question mark was drawn with a pencil on the location of their workshop on the map, which made them confused.

    Brother Bathroom raised his head and looked at the administrator.

    "Dear administrator, may I ask... what does the question mark on the map mean?"

    Brother Athlete''s Foot nodded and asked.

    "Yeah, yeah, I didn''t understand."

    Of course, the question mark means that there are tasks that can be taken up.

    Unexpectedly, these two yers had forgotten even thismon sense. Chu Guang cleared his throat and spoke with a serious expression,

    "Steel is the top priority for the industrialization of the outpost. Your hard work has triggered the hidden task. Of course, this task is optional, and you have the right to choose whether or not to ept it."

    ''A hidden task!''

    The eyes of the two yers suddenly lit up, and the yers next to them also casted envious looks.

    "Two hundred square meters ofnd, there is a hidden task!"

    "Damn it!"

    "This is so cool!"

    ¡­.

    Brother Bathroom shook his hands with excitement. "Dear administrator, we are willing to ept the task!"

    Brother Athlete''s Foot bobbed his head vigorously, "Yes! I am willing too!"

    The corners of his mouth curled up into a small arc, Chu Guang extended his arm and handed out a task book¡ªa contract¡ªthat had already been prepared.

    "Look at it first before making a decision."

    ...

    [Mission: Industrial Fire (Optional)]

    [Exnation: In order to stimte the increase of steel production capacity in the outpost and to improve the efficiency of scrap metal smelting, the chief administrator of the shelter has issued an instruction and is willing to provide a budget of 2000 silver coins to support the research and development of steelmaking technology.

    If budget support is epted, the steel workshop will be upgraded to a joint-venture steel nt. The shelter will hold 80% shares of the steel nt and the founder will hold 20% shares.

    The founder only needs to pay 50 silver coins as registered capital to set up a special corporate ount to receive budget subsidies.

    The funds in the corporate ount cannot be withdrawn directly. However, it can be used to purchase materials from the warehouse, entrust the warehouse to publish scavenging and exploring missions, and offer rewards. Moreover, it can be used to pay the sry expenses of employees with less than 4 people.

    If the hourly sry is less than 1 silver coin and the working hours are less than 12 hours, you only need to report and register it. If it exceeds, the administrator will need to review it.

    When the funds in the corporate ount are greater than 2,000 silver coins, you can apply for dividends to part of the profits. Within one month, dividends of less than 1,000 silver coins do not need to pay any taxes. The dividends greater than 1,000 and less than 10,000 silver coins are required to pay 4%, and the dividends greater than 10,000 silver coins are required to pay 8% or more. The specific implementation tax rate will fluctuate ording to the policy.]

    [Precautions:

    1. Please refer to the "Enterprise ount Management Rules" for details on the use of funds. If there is a phenomenon such as abusing rules to extract funds, viting ounts will be punished with a minimum 200% fine and a maximum penalty of permanent repatriation to the ground.

    2. After epting the task, a series of exclusive tasks and orders will be triggered. The reward types include but are not limited to equipment, money, contribution points, budget subsidies,nd, and shares. If you give up, you need to meet certain conditions before it can be triggered again.]

    ''Is it to open a small workshop or arge factory?''

    ''If it is in reality, this issue may have to be seriously considered.''

    ''However, in the game¡­''

    ''This is just a hidden mission!''

    Although the budget could not be directly taken from the ount, it was still two thousand silver coins! Using fifty silver coins for the right to use one thousand silver coins, no matter how they thought of it, was still a great deal.

    Without even a second of hesitation, Brother Bathroom and Brother Athlete''s Foot epted the task happily and signed their long IDs on the task book.

    The main person responsible for registration was [Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot]. After the two negotiated, they each held eleven and nine percent of the shares.

    "Dear administrator, what is the name of our steel nt?"

    Chu Guang was naturally unwilling to do such a troublesome thing.

    "You can decide for yourself."

    ''We can even name it ourselves!''

    The two yers'' eyes lit up, and they immediately got together to discuss.

    "How about the Laiyang Iron and Steel nt? This name is pretty cool!"

    "Seriously? Do you want to be sued by that corporation after the game is released? Let''s change to some other names."

    "I can''t think of anything at the moment."

    "Just use anything other than that name. Hurry up, don''t let the NPC wait!"

    "How about No. 81, this number is auspicious."

    "Okay. Let''s just use this name."

    In this way, the first steel nt of No. 404 shelter¡ª"No. 81 Steel nt"¡ªwas formally established.

    And Brother Bathroom and Brother Athlete''s Foot also unlocked their first exclusive mission, "Customize armor for the administrator''s KV-1 exoskeleton!"

    The mission requirements were very simple. The total weight of the armor needed to be less than two hundred kilograms. This was necessary to protect the user from frontal light weapon fire without affecting maneuverability.

    In addition, there were some detailed requirements, such as the thickness of the breastte should be greater than ten millimeters and less than twenty millimeters, and it could be disassembled and reced after damage.

    As for the task reward, it was up to two hundred silver coins!

    Two hundred silver coins!

    After securing equipments, many people couldn''t even get double digits of silver coins out of their pockets!

    When the news spread, all the yers in the outpost were left in shock.

    "Holy shit, isn''t the reward of two hundred silver coins a bit too high?!"

    It was Brother Mosquito who was talking.

    After allocating thend, the administrator went back to the third floor of the nursing home to sit down, and the yers who had been busy for a day squatted on the ground to eat on the first floor.

    Originally, Brother Mosquito was quite excited that the [Goblin Industry], which was renamed, was approved, butpared to the two idiots'' steel nts, what he got was nothing.

    Brother Scrambled Egg also looked envious.

    "Compared to two hundred silver coins, I think the budget of two thousand silver coins is even more outrageous! Life Profession yers are seriously buffed in this update, but why is it not me who is strengthened, damn it!"

    Several yers from the Bull and Horse Club were also nearby, and Night Ten, who was holding a bowl of shofar potatoes, said with a smile,

    "The administrator said that there is no prey to ughter now, so you can go and dig trenches."

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I''ve changed my mind. Can I change my business? Can I secretly set up a stove to open a restaurant?"

    Gale: "There is a risk. It is better to reapply for it. Otherwise, it is said that if the purpose of using thend is changed, it can cause you to lose thatnd and even be fined."

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "Wuwu..."

    Ample Time, who was watching from the side, couldn''t help but interject,

    ¡°Actually, it¡¯s not as ridiculous as you think. Receiving a budget of two thousand silver coins means a twenty percent reduction in control. Obviously, the developers have taken into ount the problem of intion. In other words, even if you make twn thousand silver a month, the part of the money that belongs to you is still only two thousand silver coins, and this part of the money still cannot be withdrawn! Dividends need to be deducted for tax first. After that, there are only less than one thousand silver coins per person."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "But it''s still a lot!"

    Old White: "I¡¯m beginning to regret choosing thebat profession."

    Gale: "Actually, there is a very interesting mathematical problem, about the yield curve. Under normal circumstances, a new yer''s ie is about three hundred silver coins a month if they work very hard. If the steel nt''s benefit is less than three thousand silver coins, then two co-operators are basically ''losing'' because they can earn these by doing tasks. But if they can reduce costs by improving production and create revenue of more than three thousand silver coins, then they will be able to make a lot of profit in this task."

    Night Ten: "Even an exclusive mission has a reward of more than two hundred silver coins. So, is it that difficult to earn three thousand silver coins a month?"

    Ample Time: "It''s still a bit difficult. Don''t be blinded by the short term profit. You have to look further. Think about it, how many armor suits can the administrator wear?"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes had a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. He who had opened a shop in reality immediately understood what Ample Time meant.

    "Wait, what you said... I seem to understand what you mean."

    ''I like chatting with smart people the most.''

    Ample Time smiled.

    "Right?"

    Night Ten was still confused. Seeing that Ample Time had no ns to talk about it, he hurriedly asked,

    "What do you mean? I still don''t understand!"

    Ample Time exined impatiently,

    "Tsk, simply put, exclusive orders are actually limited! This game has a concept that many MMORPGs don''t have, and that is ''demand''!

    "NPC will not be like a ck hole, infinitely buying things produced by living yers. Most of the things produced by yers need to be sold to other yers. That is to say, the benefits of the steel nt are not determined by itself, but by the consumption power of other yers. Especially for Combat Profession yers!"

    "Then suppose I am abat yer and I have a hundred silver coins in my pocket. If I n to spend fifty silver coins to upgrade weapons and armors, then Life Profession yers may earn these fifty silver coins, but they have topete with NPCs. Do you understand what I mean now?"

    Night Ten seemed to understand, and said in a daze, "...In other words, how much money a Life Profession yer earns would depend on how much a Combat Profession yer earns by doing missions? Hmmm, I seem to understand..."

 Chapter 86.2

    Ample Time: "That¡¯s pretty much what it means. For example, if I want to buy an exoframe now. Then the engine, steel, sensorponents and other equipment of the exoframe will have corresponding demand. If Life Profession yers want to make this money, I have to be able to afford the price first. But where does my moneye from? Of course from the tasks. The same goes for most yers!"

    The simple truth was that if a game intended to put a piece of equipment on the store shelf, it would definitely make it affordable for some yers.

    Either use banknotes to buy some coupons, or take time to farm in game currency.

    So on the whole, the total ie of Combat Profession yers will not be lower than that of Life Profession yers, because thetter needs the businesses from the former.

    Even if the value is inted, the two will inte together.

    For example, when yers¡¯ gic sequence level reaches LV10, and when an abandoned shelter dungeon is discovered, maybe the reward for clearing that abandoned shetler will be as high as 1,000 or even 10,000 silver coins?

    This is not impossible!

    Old White asked immediately. "So the first echelon is still Combat Profession yers?"

    He was a strength type yer, and naturally this was what he cared most about.

    Ample Time nodded. "It can be said that at least when the battle is still the main theme, the ''lucky guys'' must be those who fight on the front line of the battlefield. The only difference is which gic sequence will be the luckiest! Combat Profession yers do quests to earn money from NPCs, while Life Profession yers earn money from Combat Profession yers. In this way, the economic chain in the game will form a closed loop, and the value will not easily inte. There won¡¯t be a situation where yers would have a lot of money but cannot buy anything, or there are a lot of things that no one wants to buy."

    Gale thought for a long time with the bowl and added. "It can only be said that the current economic model of the shelter is military-oriented. Perhaps when the external environment changes, such as the export system is added or we need to sell goods to other survivors'' settlements, then this theory may not necessarily be true."

    Ample Time said in a rxed tone. "Yes, so the lucky guys I''m talking about are not absolute. As for the possibility you mentioned, I don''t think it will be added to the game anytime soon. We have not even solved the Bloodhand n''s threat, and the map of Boulder City hasn''t been opened yet."

    Gale: "Indeed."

    Old White thought for a while, then suddenly spoke. "But based on what you said, doesn''t it mean that someday in the future, Life Profession yers will usher in a strong period?"

    Ample Time said with a smile, "Buff and nerf rotation is the norm, isn''t it normal in other games?"

    Old White: "Should we also build a steel nt and reduce risks? If Combat Profession yers are not popr one day, we can still make money from the steel industry."

    Ample Time rolled his eyes at him. "...You know how to make steel?"

    Old White said with a smile, "I don''t know how to make steel, but I can make bricks and cement! Especially bricks. There are many brick factories in our hometown. They have a type of kiln called continuous kiln. All you need to do is to ce bricks in the kiln cart and then push the cart along the track into the kiln. As soon as adobe bricks are sent in from the back, the burned bricks wille out from the front. They can be used immediately when they cool down. I heard that the big continuous kiln can even have a daily production capacity of millions of bricks!"

    Night Ten: "...Holy shit, for real?!"

    Gale: "The selling price of the red brick of the shelter warehouse is one silver coin per one hundred, and the purchase price is four copper coins. The theoretical ie of one million bricks produced per day is four thousand to ten thousand silver coins? But I think with the conditions of the current outpost and the setting of Wastnd Online, it is not realistic that you want to build a brick factory covering a big area."

    Old White: "I know! Besides, investing in such a brick factory needs at least twenty million Chinese yuan in real life, not to mention the equipment. How much steel do you think it will need?"

    Ample Time: "In fact, we don¡¯t need to produce one million a day. If we can produce ten thousand a day, we can still earn forty to one hundred silver coins a day. ording to the daily sry of ten silver coins per brickworker, as long as the daily production capacity is more than a thousand bricks, we will be able to make money. If it¡¯s less than one thousand, it¡¯s better to go to the administrator to apply for a professional low-ie subsistence allowance for brickworks."

    Night Ten: "Question, what''s the concept of ten thousand bricks?"

    Old White: "Smaller than two cubic meters."

    Night Ten: "Uh, is it hard to make?"

    Old White: "If you use the most primitive mud kiln, and burn it for three days and three nights, you can produce four or five cubic meters of bricks, which is more than two thousand bricks. If we find arger area and build a few kilns, the continuous one I mentioned.. Hmm, brothers, why don¡¯t we build a brick factory? I think it is actually feasible!"

    Ample Time: "Do you think the outpost hasnd for you?"

    Old White chuckled and said, "There is no harm in trying, right? Anyway, winter is here, and there is not much prey to hunt. Why don''t we start this brick factory first? By the time we need to build our guild, we also need bricks as well.¡±

    Gale stroked his chin and nodded. "You are right... If everyone wants to build a house, the demand for bricks will probably be greater than for equipment."

    At this time, Ample Time also recovered and realized that he had overlooked a very serious problem.

    "Wait... How did I forget this? Wastnd Online is not a traditional MMORPG. yers need more than equipment. In that case, the demand for bricks may really be a lot!"

    Old White: "A wall with a standard thickness requires 128 standard bricks per square meter. You can count it yourself."

    Brother Mosquito and Brother Scrambled Egg fell into a moment of daze after hearing this.

    "Holy shit, can I join in!"

    "Huff! It''s so tempting!"

    Ample Time shook his head. "You both havends already, so don¡¯t take risks with us. Focus on your own industry is the right way. And you two don''t just listen to Old White¡¯s nonsense. By then, I am not even sure if we are able to reach the daily production capacity of two to three thousand bricks."

    Seeing that Ample Time didn''t believe him, Old White didn''t worry and said with a hearty smile, "It will definitely be more than two or three thousand bricks! When I go back, I will ask my fellow vigers how to increase the output. Don''t worry guys, when the guild system is added in the future, the ie of the brick factory will be the funds of our guild! Although I can¡¯t guarantee anything, we will not forget you guys!"

    Ample Time put down the bowl and stood up directly. "Long dys causeplications.

    We are definitely not the only yers who can think of this. I propose that we should submit the application as soon as possible and get the approval before other people do. We may even be able to trigger hidden tasks if we submit the application early¡­ Old White, how much space does it take to build a smaller brick factory?"

    Old White touched his chin and said, "four hundred square meters should be enough, a kiln is about 5*5, almost two meters high¡­ I guess."

    Ample Time nodded. "Okay, then apply for four hundred square meters."

    Night Ten: "Awesome!"

    Gale: "Boss, let me join in as well!"

    The four yers didn''t dare to dy. They hurried to the warehouse to buy paper and write an application without finishing their dinner.

    The order in Shelter Warehouse No. 404 had clear requirements for brick materials and specifications, which were simr to standard bricks in reality, with a size of 240mm¡Á115mm¡Á53mm.

    One cubic meter of bricks is about 685 bricks.

    At present, the brick-burning process in the industrial zone has been improved from the original stacked firing to a sunken pit that was easier to control the size, higher internal temperature, and consumed less fuel.

    However, although the temperature of this kind of pit kiln was higher than before, from "one production per three days" to "one production per day", the output still cannot be increased.

    Even if the two pit kilns were used together, the daily output was between one thousand four hundred and one thousand five hundred bricks, which was almost two cubic meters together.

    Chu Guang had calcted it before: the daily sry of a brickworker was ten silver coins, and if he needed the kilns to run twenty-four hours non-stop, thebor expenditure would be twenty silver coins.

    ording to the [purchase price] set by the shelter, every one hundred bricks was worth four copper coins. So the maximum daily output of a kiln was only worth six silver coins, which was one thousand five hundred bricks per day.

    Even assuming that these bricks would be sold out as soon as they were produced, based on the [selling price] of one hundred bricks per one silver coin, the daily output value was only fifteen silver coins.

    Obviously, regardless of whether it was six or fifteen, with thebor cost as high as twenty, it was a "huge loss"!

    It was equivalent to the shelter paying these brick workers for doing something that was not profitable.

    ''Was this reasonable?''

    From the perspective of a shelter administrator, this was obviously unreasonable.

    If two workers were hired, and each with a sry of ten silver coins per day, the daily output value must be at least twenty silver coins for the shelter to be able to make any money.

    Calcting based on the warehouse purchase price of four copper coins per one hundred bricks, twenty silver coins correspond to the output of five thousand bricks, which was two thousand five hundred per person.

    Otherwise, if the shelter didn''t want to lose money, the price of bricks must be increased or the ie of the brick workers must be cut.

    But if it was done this way, other problems would arise.

    If the pricing was increased, too much increase would cause demand to slump. If everyone couldn''t afford bricks and all chose wooden houses instead, the demand for cement would shrink, and the cycle would be unstable.

    It was even more unrealistic to reduce the ie of brick workers. Making bricks was not a great job. If yers couldn¡¯t make ten silver coins a day, no one would do it.

    Even if the lumberjack profession was nerfed twice, a lumberjack could still earn ten silver coins a day after paying the renting fee for the ax!

    Looking at the application form in his hand, Chu Guang just thought about it for less than half a minute, and made a decision without hesitation.

    "Approved!"

    The four yers of Bull and Horse Squad showed joyful smiles on their faces.

    They just wanted to give it a try, but they didn''t expect it to be approved!

    ''This is awesome!''

    Moreover, before they could celebrate, the Administrator''s next sentence made them even more excited.

    "Your application has triggered a hidden task. Do you want to receive it?"

    "If you receive it, you will get a budget of five thousand silver coins. In exchange, the shelter will hold eighty percent of the shares in the brick factory."

    Five thousand silver coins! ?

    The four yers were instantly blinded by the silver coins, and they shouted almost in unison.

    "I''ll take it!"

    "Yes, yes, yes!"

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, I will allocatend for you next."

    After saying that, Chu Guang took out a map of the wend park, stared at it, and thought about it for a long time.

    Looking at the pensive administrator, Night Ten, who was waiting for a while, couldn''t help whispering to Old White next to him. "I thought thend allocation announcement would be done together in the afternoon."

    "Why do you care about these small details so much!" Old White red at him, fearing that the administrator would change his mind, and said in a low voice, "Isn''t it better to approve in advance?"

    Ample Time: "Yes! You can shut up."

    Seeing his teammates staring at him, Night Ten chuckled apologetically. "I didn''t say it was bad, I was just a little curious... Besides, don¡¯t people always say that when it is strange, something will definitely go wrong¡ª"

    Before this guy could jinx it, his mouth was covered together by several hands.

    Although Chu Guang heard the whispered exchanges of the yers, he did not pay attention to it.

    Brick factories were different from steelmaking. Thetter required a little bit of research and could be temporarily ced in the "urban area" before its production capacity intes. The former did not require very high technical skills, or it was better to say, that it did not require advanced technology, but arge amount of fuel and soil.

    Therefore, the map that Chu Guang was holding was not an outpost map at all, and he had no intention of arranging the brick factory in front of his home.

    "The location of the brick factory is about one kilometer northwest of the base by the river. There are rich y resources, and the surrounding trees can be used as fuel."

    Pointing to a 100X100 grid on the map, Chu Guang looked at the four yers, and then said,

    "I thought about it. The four hundred-square-meteryout is still too small to be used. So I n to grant you all of this ten thousand square meter ofnd."

    "Please use it properly."

    ''Ten thousand? !''

    The four yers were instantly dumbfounded.

    However¡­¡­

    Thisnd was not in an industrial zone at all!

 Chapter 87.1: The Balance Controversy

    Chapter 87: The Bnce Controversy

    Official website:

    [Today, there was a heavy snowfall, and the surface temperature dropped to 0 degrees. The "Winter is Coming" expansion is drawing to a close. An additional 10 closed alpha qualifications will be released to give back to the yers who have been waiting for a long time on the official website. ]

    [In addition, because the weather is cold, please remember to put on more clothes. ]

    The current version number was still Alpha 0.4.

    The announcement on the official website still did not mention any news about the Alpha 0.5 version, only one announcement about the testing of the "weather system".

    However, the content discussed byizens on the forum was rarely rted to the announcement of the development team.

    Almost all topics were focused on in-game enhancements for Life Profession yers.

    Teng_teng: "This is outrageous! First it was 2000 silver, then 5000 silver! Dev! Pleasee out and take care of your NPC! QAQ"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "I don''t care what it is. This is very shady! Unless you give me money as well! My Goblin Industry also needs subsidies! (¨s¡ã§¥¡ã)¨s¦à©ß©¥©ß"

    Midnight_pubg: "The strength type needs to be enhanced! It is unreasonable that the axe can''t cut the crab shell! ©Ð©¤©Ð¥Î(''-''¥Î)"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "Intelligence-type yers protest! Strongly request the weapon store to add drones and floating guns! (¨s¡ã§¥¡ã)¨s¦à©ß©¥©ß"

    Makka_Pakka: "Farm! I want to farm!"

    Quit_your_bullshit: "Can anyone show some love for this fishing guy? 500 contribution points of deduction are too much! QAQ"

    Ya Ya: "Hahahahaha, noob! You can even die during fishing, what a total noob!"

    The yers on the official website had a lot of opinions, and everyone wanted to strengthen their sequences.

    In fact, thinking about it, what is the most important thing about a game?

    Of course, it is bnce!

    In reality, the gap between rich and poor can be selectively ignored, but not in the game! Everyone has the same game, but why is your character so strong?

    This is unreasonable.

    This is extremely unreasonable!

    Especially since the outpost is only slightly smaller than the size of two football fields, but a brick factory is almost as big as the outpost, which is equivalent to setting up a separate base.

    Even if the yer only has control of 20%, it will still affect the bnce a bit.

    In other words, it is only reasonable to be below 5%!

    Of course, there were also yers who were pursuing another level of rationality, such as The_Escaping_Mole, who had been demanding a "free trade" system.

    This guy made a special post to rationally analyze the rationality of this demand.

    "In fact, it''s not as exaggerated as you think. A good economic cycle system is a must for a game that pursues details. Have you heard of "Albion"? Although it is an MMORPG, the economic system inside is very good. All equipment in that game is produced by yers. Basically, your ss is determined by what you wear."

    "The design that impressed me most is that the cities in the game are economically independent from each other. Although there are auction houses for trading, they do not actively circte. yers can buy stores, open workshops, make equipment themselves, or rent stores to other yers. The equipment produced can not only be auctioned to yers, but also sold to the ck market."

    "One of the most eye-catching things is the ck market. Equipment sold on the ck market will be bought by the ''monsters'' and be trophies for yers after killing monsters. If no one is selling a specific piece of equipment on the ck market, the ck market will raise its price within a certain limit and induce yers to produce."

    "Obviously, Wastnd Online is also building a simr economic system, but based on my observations, the economic system of Wastnd Online will be closer to reality. I don''t know if you¡¯ve found out, but different NPC bases use different currencies! So, trade between them is mostly bartering things."

    "There may be an exchange rate setting in theter period, but this system will be veryplicated, even close to the ''chaotic system'', making the changes in the economic-rted values in the game tend to be unpredictable. I don¡¯t know if the server¡¯s CPU can handle it."

    "No matter what, it is a good thing to have the courage to innovate, sopliments to the courage of the development team!"

    Chu Guang finished reading his post, and as always the areas that he needed to take notes he would write them down. Without those notes, how would Alpha 0.5 be able toe out?

    In just a few minutes after this post was posted, a contrarian appeared.

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "Hehe, I haven''t yed the game you mentioned, but my opinion is still the same. It is a failure to allow yers to over-involve in what should be done by NPCs! Where there are people, there are trolls, and you will never be able to tell what the bottom line is for the yers! If I were the owner of the brick factory, I would not sell it to the NPC warehouse and raise the price of the bricks. At that time, even if you don''t like the price, you will not be able to do anything."

    Mhm.

    This is indeed a problem, but this problem can only appear inter versions, not in the present.

    This future yer may have forgotten that once he epts the hidden mission, it means giving up 80% of the control to the "NPC".

    It¡¯s fine if he manages it well, but if he wants to drive up prices and do hunger marketing? Does he think the NPC would just sit there and do nothing about it?

    There were far more options in the game than in reality.

    The thinking of this yer could be regarded as a reminder for Chu Guang. He could trust the yers'' abilities, but he could never overestimate their bottom lines, let alone give up using the rules to restrict them.

    Even if he increased the shareholding ratio of yers in the future, he would not let it exceed 50%.

    At the same time, a warning line for closing inventory must be set.

    Once the inventory reaches the warning line, the bnce mechanism would be automatically triggered.

    You want to stop working? Limited production? Learn from the Boston people and throw tea into the water?

    Haha, if the orders from the NPC warehouse didn''t stop, I dare you to stop the production. The penalty would be lowered shares and reduced chances of getting Limited Time Tasks.

    There would always be a way to restrict these yers.

    This Professor Yang didn''t know that his theory had caused a certain NPC to write two more lines in his small notebook, but normal people probably would not have thought that the NPC in the game would be able to visit the official website forum.

    At this time, the people from the Bull and Horse Squad came out.

    Ample Time: "Ahem, I want to rify the question raised by Professor Yang. First of all, you can''t treat the group of yers as a whole. Just like Pubg, there are people who cheat in that game, but there are also people who insist on maintaining the game environment. We can¡¯t control others, but we Bull and Horse Squad still have morals and will not do things like driving up prices in the game. So please rest assured."

    "In addition, we are actually part-time workers. 80% of the shares in the brick factory are collectively owned by the shelter, and we only have 20%. To be honest, this is a bit like a hot potato. The effort made is not proportional to the ie, which is not as great as you think it is."

    He originally didn''t want to rify anything, but seeing the discussion on the official website bing intense, for fear that the Devs would reach out and interfere with the game and directly cut off the proceeds of making bricks, he cut in.

    Originally, 20% of the shares were already low enough, but if Devs cut the ie of the bricks again, they would not be able to make any profit.

    In short, he had to pretend to be as miserable as possible!

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    The_Escaping_Mole: "Enough of you! Give it to me if you don''t want it!"

    Ample Time: "Ahem."

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "Hehe, you think I would believe you just because you said so? What¡¯s wrong with 20% of the shares, it is still yers operating it, right? My opinion is still the same. You can never underestimate a yer¡¯s moral bottom line. Someone will always think of a way to take advantage of the loopholes!"

    "For example, I can deliberately lose a part of the inventory, saying that they are failed products, when actually, I had sold those products to yers through third-party yers at a price lower than the market price. In this way, it not only bypasses the NPC warehouse, but also bypasses the restrictions! You know what I mean, right? Even if the book is losing money, yers can still earn money steadily! And the money is going directly into the yer''s pocket!"

    Chu Guang was shocked when he saw this post.

    Holy cow!

    Did this brother master criminalw!

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Good god, this guy is definitely a criminal in real life."

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I think he is more dangerous than Mosquito!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "? What does it have to do with me?"

    Irene: "Brother, you have just exposed yourself."

    Ample Time: "Short-sighted, so short-sighted! Do you think only you are smart? If you are that smart, then think about it again. Why do you think I won''t do this and why would I especially make a post here to dere that I won''t do it?"

    Night Ten: "Will youe to our factory to move bricks after the closed test is over? I will make you the workshop director."

    Old White: "Hahahaha, you can wait for the open beta. I think you will have a chance in the open beta."

    Light:"(pping hands emojis)"

    Teng_teng: "Dev spotted!"

    Lightning_empeor_professor_yang: "...Uh, it''s all theoretical, don''t take it seriously, I was just saying it, ahem."

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "LOL, like I would believe all of you are saying. A bunch of shills."

    Quit_smoking: "Dev you are my father! Please, give me a chance. T.T"

    Closing the post, Chu Guang checked the website and found that the Number of applications has risen from 888 to 996.

    Although this kind of filtering method was a bit inefficient, the advantage was that it could screen out arge number of non-target groups.

    What is a non-target group?

    Professor Yang belongs to this kind of group. At least, not the target group in the alpha stage.

    Every day he is thinking about how to cheat and abuse game bugs. How can he treat games that other people made so much effort to develop like this?

    Can''t he just move bricks obediently for the NPC?

    ¡®I''ve already agreed not to delete the data after testing is over, why do you want to waste such an opportunity?¡¯

    "I have to find a way to open floor B2...There are still so many yers waiting to go online and move bricks."

    ¡®I don''t know how many culture chambers there are on floor B2.¡¯

    However, there is still a problem here. There are currently less than a hundred yers, and the capacity of the elevator is already a little tight. When the yer number breaks through ten thousand in the future, what am I going to do?

    Moreover, what if it breaks through one million or even ten million?

    Of course, Chu Guang felt that the designer of this shelter should have considered these issues before. For example, there may be exits that could reach the ground directly on other floors.

    After all, there was no reason for such arge refuge facility to have only one exit to the outside world, and if the "Communication Parallel World Technology" waspleted in this shelter, then the first administrator should¡¯ve left him the technology which made this kind of culture chamber.

    When arge number of "yers" could be sent from the shelter to the surface, it would naturally be near the close beta.

    When he could get rid of the space limitations of the shelter and mass-produce "yers" on the surface, the open beta would naturallye.

    "Xia Yan."

    Hearing Chu Guang suddenly calling her name, the weapon shop proprietress who was trying to memorize the lines Chu Guang gave her raised her head and looked at Chu Guang in confusion.

    "What?"

    "Do you know how to contact the ve merchant?"

    Hearing the words ve merchant, her face turned pale instantly, her hands were tightly squeezing the notebook, her body shrinking in fear.

    "You, what do you want to do?"

    "...?"

    Chu Guang knew that she probably thought too much, and he was able to draw a list of what she was possibly thinking.

    Gee, annoying.

    He hated guessing the most.

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn''t speak, Xia Yan''s expression quickly went through multiple changes. The misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, and the roots of her teeth began to tremble.

    "I, I, I, If I didn''t do a good job, you can tell me, I will definitely improve. Don''t, don''t sell me... Please."

    "... What are you talking about? Why do I want to sell you?" Chu Guang rolled his eyes and urged, "I n to buy some ves. I just want to know if you are familiar with anyone who does this kind of business. Hurry up and tell me."

    Sure enough, this woman is still too free.

    Generally speaking, when people hear that thepany is going toy off employees, the one who is most afraid is the one who often cks off at work. If you don¡¯t ck off, what are you afraid of?

    Mhm?

    Although Chu Guang''s answer sounded very fishy, it was not to sell her after all.

    Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders also rxed.

    Slowly sticking back to the wall, she raised her eyebrows and nced at Chu Guang, muttering.

    "I, I don¡¯t know any merchants under that line of business. Do you think I am someone who can afford ves?"

    "Tsk, haven''t you sold any ves before?"

    "Who do you think I am? I am a serious mercenary, not a marauder, alright!" Xia Yan argued with a red face.

    Chu Guang shrugged, notmenting.

    Is there a big difference between a mercenary and a marauder?

    Even merchants would asionally be marauders, let alone a mercenary who used to make a living by guns. However, it was very boring to ask about the past, and it was not important to him.

    "I really don''t know anyone!"

    "Oh, that''s really a shame. I was hoping I could buy somebor to help my people lighten the burden."

    Xia Yan nced at him, tactically frightened. She hunched her shoulders and said nothing.

    ¡®I remember that this guy still used the word "residents"st time to refer to the people in blue coats who spoke a strangenguage, but this time he actually started to use "my people".

    Maybe next time, it would be servants instead.

    It''s so terrible...

    This guy must have been a demon in hisst life!

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 Chapter 88.1: Do The Impossible

    Chapter 88: Do The Impossible

    Once the snow started to fall, it never stopped.

    The north wind blew, the woods rustled, and the woods outside the outpost were pitch ck. Every tree looked like there was a person hiding behind it, and every de of grass seemed to be alive.

    The guards on the wall tensed their nerves one by one, fearing that they would be killed by the plot, just like the yer who went fishing by theke.

    It was too torturous to wait on the official website for three days.

    The yers on duty weren¡¯t the only ones who were nervous. Chu Guang also was.

    He had already taken out the two teams of the Bloodhand n. It was logically impossible for the other party to let him go. Even if their force suffered heavy losses, they would definitely want to seek revenge.

    However, the marauders in the north still made no move. Chu Guang was very anxious. He wore the exoskeleton and sat upstairs for half the night. He didn''t get down until after one o''clock in the morning, and did not get up until eight or nine o''clock in the morning.

    However, those yers were full of energy. Working in shifts, the heavy snow outside didn''t seem to affect them much.

    Chu Guang was really envious.

    After all, that was not their real bodies, and they couldn''t feel the pain beyond the limit. Even if they suffered frostbite, they just needed to eat some meat and carbon water, and then they would recoverpletely after lying down in the culture chamber for a few hours.

    Of course, this was just the beginning of the winter, and the coldest time of the year has not yet arrived.

    Otherwise, not to mention minus ten degrees, but even a single gust of winter wind in real life could blow half of their lives away.

    "A heating tube should be added to this exoskeleton."

    "Forget it, I should wait for them to make the armor linings."

    Watching trucks and trucks of bricks being transported from the warehouse into the industrial zone, a smile appeared on Chu Guang''s face and he nodded in satisfaction.

    Good.

    These yers are very good.

    Brother Bathroom and Brother Athlete''s Foot, which got the budget, were no longer that restrained when it came to spending. As soon as they went online the next day, they used the budget given by Chu Guang and bought 5,000 bricks and 500 kg of cement directly in the warehouse. Under the envious gazes of a group of yers, they pulled the material to the industrial zone.

    Since the silver coins used were all on the corporate ount, it was easy to transfer the money directly to the ount book. Old Luca was already able to do this job skillfully, and Chu Guang didn''t even need to worry about it.

    As for the sand used for stering, there was not much stock in the warehouse, and it was almost used up when repairing the walls.

    But it was okay. They just needed to spend some silver coins to rent a cart and hire two people to go to the abandoned construction site in the north to transport some back. The task reward would be one silver coin per cart, and if five carts of sand were about one cubic meter, then nine carts should be enough for the time being.

    Anyway, it was only about 2 kilometers away, and the terrain was mostly t; the journey was not difficult, so people would rush to do this work.

    There were piles and piles of sand and stone over the construction site, all used to build 100-meter-high buildings. Chu Guang couldn''t tell what kind of building materials they were, but the quality of things that came from the pre-war era should not be bad.

    Although part of the sand was washed into the foundation of the construction site by the rain, the part buried in the soil on the surface alone was enough for them to use for many years.

    It would need 96 bricks, 10 kilograms of cement, and more than 50 kilograms of sand to build each square meter of a wall that was 18mm thick.

    Based on this, a 20X10 steel factory would need 30,000 to 40,000 bricks and four to five tons of cement. Even if all the stock in the warehouse was taken out, it would not be able to meet this demand.

    But it was okay.

    There was no need to pay attention to the safety standards on the wastnd. If they really didn¡¯t have enough material, they could just build the north wall first, then pick up some scrap metal and stic sheds, and build a semi-open factory building. It could directly save more than half of the materials.

    It was a wastnd after all. There should be a wastnd atmosphere. Chu Guang''s shack on Bett Street didn''t even have a pound of cement, but he could still live there.

    It was called the post-apocalyptic style.

    At least the two factory managers, Brother Bathroom and Brother Athlete''s Foot, didn''t care.

    The most urgent task was to first build the steel-making converter, use scrap metal to smelt and cast two rolls, and then create a powerful armor for the great administrator!

    This was their top priority right now.

    In addition to hiring two people to transport sand, they also hired three yers who had worked on the construction site to help build the walls and build the base of the converter.

    Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

    However,pared with the smooth progress of the "No. 81" Iron and Steel nt, the progress of the Bull and Horse Brick Factory was not so smooth.

    Old White and Ample Time, who were a step slower, were dumbfounded as soon as they arrived at the warehouse.

    My goodness, where''s the pile of building materials?

    Yesterday, there was still a pile of materials in front of the warehouse, but today, all of them were sold out?!

    "Huh!"

    "Why did they act so fast?!"

    "Tsk, we made a huge mistake."

    "Sigh, they are professionals after all¡­ Forget it, brothers don''t panic, let''s go to investigate the terrain first and then think of a solution."

    The four people checked the tools avable in the warehouse. In the end, they only bought a wooden cart, a shovel, an axe, and a hatchet fornd remation, and set off under the heavy snow with dry food that was enough for four people.

    It was not that they wanted to save money for the shelter.

    But there was really no money they could spend freely...

    By the way, since the money in the corporate ount could only be used in the warehouse, it could not be used to buy guns in the weapon shop.

    In order to verify this, Ample Time also made a special trip to try it, but the weapon shop proprietresspletely ignored him, so he had no choice but to give up.

    The snow outside the outpost was heavy, and the north wind howled.

    Night Ten, who was holding the iron-barreled rifle in his hand, gritted his teeth, freed his arms, and wiped the snow on his hair and eyebrows.

    "The wind is so damn harsh; it''s just the end of September, is it really necessary for the wind to be so exaggerated?"

    Old White was quite optimistic about it. He said with a smile. "It''s probably to test whether the weather system is stable. To be honest, I''m not even surprised that it snows in summer. After all, it''s just a game, the weather can be switched with just one press of a button."

    Ample Time nced at the only perception-type yer on the team and reminded, "We still have to be careful. We are now at war with the Bloodhand n. Although this river is in the wend park, it is not far from the north gate. If marauders attack us, we might be the first to meet the enemy."

    Night Ten grinned. "So? We aren''t scared of them! In the forest, it''s our home court! When Marauder arrives, I''ll- Hold on a second, something isn''t right. There seems to be someone in front of us."

    "What the fuck? Really?!"

    Although Night Ten was not very reliable, this guy''s perception was currently the highest among all yers.

    After being alerted by Night Ten, the other three yers dared not hesitate. They quickly left the cart, took the weapons, and scattered around.

    This was not the first time they had teamed up to hunt.

    It was not their first time facing marauders either.

    Night Ten leaned against the tree, the usual carefree and smiling expression gone. Only seriousness and alertness remained.

    He poked his head out carefully, and nced around the snowy forest, before his eyes suddenly locked in one ce.

    Gesturing in a general direction with his hands, Night Ten threw an affirmative look at the other three teammates.

    "Outnk it."

    "Roger."

    The outermost positioned Old White acted first, and the four people moved forward in a tacit manner, spreading out in a quadrteral formation.

    Ten meters.

    Fifteen meters.

    Twenty meters!

    In the vast snowy fog, a sneaky figure finally emerged.

    The man wore a gray overcoat, a thick felt hat on his head, and an iron-barreled rifle on his back. While pressing down the brim of his hat that was constantly being blown by the wind with his right hand, he walked towards the direction of the outpost.

    He doesn''t look like he¡¯s here on friendly terms!

    Ample Time quickly made a decision. Before the person discovered them, he immediately pulled the bowstring, nicked an arrow, aimed at the person''s right arm, and loosened the string.

    After a whistling sound, the man was shot in the thigh without having enough time to react, and fell to the ground with a howl of pain.

    "Don''t move if you don''t want to die!"

    Old White rushed forward first, kicked away the gun he was holding, and pointed the javelin against his head aggressively.

    The man was screaming, clearly terrified. He didn''t know what Old White was talking about.

    Ample Time suggested, "One of us can take him back."

    "Let me do it." Gale lowered the crossbow in his hand.

    Although he was an intelligence type, the crossbow in his hand did not require too many attributes to use it.

    The other three also trusted Gale''s carefulness and had no objections.

    Old White returned to the cart, found the rope to tie up the man, and poked his back with a javelin as a threat.

    "If you dare to escape, we will remove your other leg!"

    After that, regardless of whether the person understood him or not, Old White handed him over to Gale and watched Gale escort the limping captive away towards the outpost.

    ...

    Earlier, after watching Bull and Horse Squad leave the outpost, Chu Guang realised that it was already time for food, so he went to the warehouse to get a crab leg, and then found a room in the nursing home to grill and eat it.

    In this snowy weather, food didn¡¯t easily rot, and this crab leg could be eaten until two or three dayster without any problem.

    This stuff was high-quality protein, so he should eat more for muscle gain.

    Nowadays, whenever Chu Guang was free, he would walk around the base while wearing the exoskeleton without the power turned on, or do push-ups and bench presses with the Nitrogen-powered hammer on his back.

    Every time he finished training, he would take a shower in the bathroom, dry the clothes he changed from, and get some food when it was meal time. His life now was much morefortable than when he was on Bett Street.

    Although the training results on his body were not obvious, and the attribute panel has not changed due to exercise, he could still clearly feel that his strength and muscle coordination had improved slightly.

    Chu Guang spected that the data scanned and summarized by the physical examination equipment mainly measured the "basic hardware" of the body, and exercise may provide an efficiency bonus to the hardware in the form of a buff.

    For example, "strength + 3%" or "strength + 5%".

    When the basic value of the attribute wasrger, the effect of exercise was more obvious.

    For yers of the strength type gic sequence, training could also umte the development progress of the gic sequence and break through the boundaries of hardware.

    The current strength attribute of Chu Guang was 10, and his hardware base was almost 200% of that of a normal adult male¡¯s, which was 5.

    Even without any skills, and even when the coordination of the muscles could not be maximized, he could still easily crush opponents of the same heavyweight by virtue of attributes.

    If he met a creeper again, he may not be able to defeat it easily even with an exoskeleton and the Nitrogen-powered hammer, but at least he wouldn''t fall into a difficult situation like before.

    But . . .

    This assumption was also unlikely to hold.

 Chapter 88.2

    After all, let alone going out, even if he was in the outpost, he would put his exoskeleton on.

    Though normally, he just treated it as weight-bearing training without switching the power on.

    Half of the 2 kilograms of crab legs were shells, but the remaining half of crab meat was still enough for Chu Guang. After Chu Guang finished eating, he pped his hands and put out the fire.

    At this moment, a yer walked in from the outside while pushing a native wearing a coat forward.

    The captive was taken to the main building of the nursing home. Gale stood upright and reported to the administrator. "Dear administrator... We caught a marauder scout!"

    "A captive?" Chu Guang wiped his mouth and looked at the person in front of him.

    The man was covered with snow, mud, and dead leaves. A broken arrow was embedded in his thigh, and half of his pants were stained with dark red blood, looking terribly battered.

    He gritted his teeth and said. "Is this your way of hospitality?"

    "Our hospitality is reserved for our guests." Chu Guang felt that the man didn''t look like a marauder, but he also didn''t look like a scavenger nearby, so he continued in an interrogating tone. "Who are you? Why did you enter our territory? There are signs at the three entrances of the wend park, all clearly written that this area is strictly prohibited from entering. Even if you can¡¯t read the characters, you should recognize the skull sign."

    "I''m here to meditate!"

    "Mediate?" Chu Guang squinted his eyes, his tone a little unkind, "Are you from the Bloodhand n?"

    "No! I don''t belong to anyone!" Feeling the underlying hostility in his tone, the person¡¯s body tensed up and he rified quickly. However, the wound was so painful, plus his tense body affected the wound again, it caused him to stop talking and grit his teeth in pain.

    It took him a while to finally be able to endure the pain. The man tried to stay awake and said with difficulty. "... Can you let me treat my wound first? I may die if I don¡¯t do something about my wound."

    ¡®Hmmm¡­¡¯

    ¡®He looks so calm, so he probably won¡¯t die that quickly.¡¯

    Chu Guang thought to himself, but he didn''t give the man a hard time either.

    Giving 5 silver coins to Gale, he sent the yer away first, then he took out a roll of bandages he got from the blind box from his pocket and threw it to the man.

    He had never tried the effect of this thing, so he could conduct an experiment on this man.

    The man obviously knew how to use it. After taking it apart expertly, he broke the arrow shaft first, then took out the arrow using a tool while enduring the pain.

    Blood instantly flowed out like the water from a faucet, running down the trouser leg.

    Chu Guang frowned as he watched from the side and couldn''t help being speechless, but the man was relieved after gritting his teeth and tying the bandage as if nothing had happened.

    "Feeling better?"

    "Mhm," the man nodded, took a deep breath, and continued the topic, "My name is Hein, and I¡¯m a merchant from Red River Town."

    "Why does a merchant of Red River Town mix with a group of marauders?" Chu Guang looked at him with interest, and continued, "And it¡¯s at least 50 kilometers from Red River Town to here, right?"

    "Fifty? Hehe, that''s a straight line distance. If you want to go around the city cluster, you have to walk at least 130 kilometers! Of course, if you want to be safe, you have to go around the highways and bridges... almost 150 kilometers. "

    "So?" Chu Guang looked at him and lifted his chin. "You didn''t answer my question. Why did you mix with marauders?"

    "Ah, we¡¯re not ¡®mixed¡¯ with them, per se. It''s just... we¡¯ve done some business with them."

    Hein''s gaze drifted a little, and he continued to speak after a moment of embarrassment. "Okay, let me put it straight. I am a merchant¡­ or an employee of the Red River Town Horseshoe Firm. Because of my boss, we asionally do human business with some trusted marauder tribes in the southern River Valley province. Don¡¯t look at me like that. Without us, those captives wouldn''t be able to survive the winter. At least we gave them a chance to live!"

    "So you are in the ve business?" Chu Guang stroked his chin with interest, but did not visibly show it on his face.

    "Yes!" Hein nodded and continued, "This time, I was sent to Qingquan City by my boss to buy some ves from them. But when I got here, I heard that you were at war with each other? "

    Chu Guang smiled kindly and said, "Yes, and the enemy of your trading partner is considering one thing at the moment. Suppose your boss doesn''t know that you''ve been here--"

    Haien swallowed and interrupted Chu Guang nervously. "I know what you want to say, but it''s useless. People die every day in the wastnd, and my death will mean nothing to my boss"

    "Oh yeah?"

    "Rather than how to kill me, don''t you want to listen to my proposal first?"

    "Go on."

    Hein continued quickly. "The Bloodhand n wants to have a truce with you. They are willing to pay a ransom of 20 chips for each prisoner¡­ Of course, if the captivesck arms and legs, they are only willing to pay half."

    "Oh, where''s the contract they gave you?"

    "Me? Contract? What contract¡ª"

    "Okay, stop pretending," Chu Guang said, impatiently looking at Hein who was pretending to be stupid. "Do you think you can fool me? You said that people die every day in the wastnd. Without any benefits, why would someone risk their lives to do this? Or is it that our truce is good for you?"

    Hein said with a smile. "I didn''t deliberately conceal anything... I don''t really have a contract with them¡­¡±

    Chu Guang stared at him nkly without saying anything.

    ¡°Okay, I''ll tell you the truth. Their leader promised me that as long as I can bring their people back, they are willing to sell the wounded to me at a cheaper price. But it''s actually good for you, isn''t it?"

    "No one wants to have a war during winter, and your neighbors are also very troubled by the horrible weather. It''s better to sit down and talk about it peacefully. In fact, this is not a conflict that must require bloodshed. The misunderstandings here can definitely be resolved."

    "I can take the prisoners back for business, and you can receive a sum ofpensation and be at peace with your neighbor... It¡¯ll be a win-win situation!"

    Chu Guang smiled.

    But the curvature of the corners of his mouth was cold.

    Misunderstanding?

    Resolved?

    Hahaha.

    He had never heard such a funny joke.

    If it were other survivors'' strongholds, not to mention what would happen to the captives, even their bones would have been sucked clean by those bandits long ago.

    Make peace?

    Those people are just waiting for an opportunity.

    For example, when the snow stopped.

    "Mr. Hein, I think you are trying to make meugh. Reconcile with marauders? Do you really believe what you just said?"

    Hein''s expression shifted into something a bit more awkward.

    In fact, he already had a hunch before he walked into this outpost. This group of people was not the same as the survivor stronghold he had visited before.

    Walls, trenches, sentries on duty, sentries for hunting...

    No one here was a professional soldier, but everyone seemed to be able to fight very well, and the most important thing was their daring to fight.

    They were wearing blue coats, but they didn''t have any illusions about the kindness of this world.

    This negotiation will probably fail...

    "I understand, you have your problems. Since you don''t want to negotiate, I won''t force it¡­ But can you let me go? I will be tight-lipped about everything I saw here." Hein understood the intention of Chu Guang in less than a second.

    However, Chu Guang did not speak, instead holding eye contact motionlessly for a long time.

    Thetter''s heart palpitated faster as he was stared at, feeling like he was being stared down by a creeper as sweat gradually oozed from his back. Unable to bear the pressure, he spoke with trembling lips. "Even if you kill me, it won''t do any good to you... Why bother? You and I have no grievances with each other. You can continue to fight with those marauders, and I promise that we will not get involved."

    "But it doesn''t do any harm either."

    For a moment, Hein felt that even his heartbeat had stopped.

    However, Chu Guang''s next sentence ignited his hope. "You mentioned that you are in the ve business?"

    "Yes, yes!" As if grasping the life-saving straw, Hein nodded in a panic, "Do you need a ve? We do not only import ves, but also export, and we also provide door-to-door delivery. If you need¡ª"

    "Follow me."

    Seeing the man walking outside, Hein was forced to stop talking. He swallowed, dragged his injured leg, and limped to follow Chu Guang.

    The snow outside was piled on thicker and thicker, and the wind that blew on his face felt like knives sinking into his skin, especially on the wound. Hein felt that his blood was about to be frozen.

    Fortunately, it was not far.

    The man took him to a simple shed and then said a few words to the old man on duty at the door. The old man nodded, turned back to the shed, and took out a wooden box.

    Chu Guang weighed the box, then handed it to Hein.

    Hein looked at the man who handed him the box in confusion.

    "¡­¡­ This is?"

    "Open it and take a look."

    There was an ominous premonition in his heart, but Hein still freed a hand and opened the box.

    When he saw the jewelry made of finger bones in the box, the blood in his whole body seemed to solidify, and his face instantly paled.

    Of course, he knew what these things were.

    Those people would treat the index finger of their prey as a trophy. They would use it to make jewelry and hang it on their necks, like it was their lifeblood.

    This blue-skinned demon!

    They didn''t keep anyone alive...

    "Winter ising, and I don''t have so many cells here. I''m afraid you can only find the prisoners you want from here."

    Looking at Hein who was terrified, Chu Guang smiled casually. "Let''s make a deal."

    "I promise, you will get arge number... arge number of prisoners. If you are lucky, you can even bid farewell to your dangerous career."

    "And I can solve the trouble in the north once and for all."

 Chapter 89.1: Leader, Our Advantage Is Great!

    Chapter 89: Leader, Our Advantage Is Great!

    Although he went against the wind on the way back, Hein felt as if his body was floating, and the arrow wound on his leg didn''t hurt as much.

    Due to nning needs, he stayed in the blue-coated people¡¯s camp for one day. It was now the next afternoon, and just a few hours ago, he had lunch together at the invitation of the man.

    He was very impressed by that lunch. The main course was steamed Cracklew Crab, and the side course was mushroom soup + shofar potatoes.

    To be able to kill a Cracklew Crab, it seemed that the strength of this group was stronger than he had imagined. They were at least equipped with anti-armor firepower.

    And the shofar potatoes were also sprinkled with soy sauce for vor.

    Well armed, and well supplied, Bloodhand n indeed provoked a terrible opponent, and it was understandable that they lost two teams in their hands!

    Hein was a merchant, and merchants were very realistic people.

    He would always be on the side of the victor... at least, the side with the highest possibility of victory.

    In fact, when Chu Guang persuaded him, he could tell that the man didn''t know the rules of the Horseshoe Firm very well.

    Even if he performed well in front of the boss, it was impossible for him to stop living a dangerous life.

    Although he was nominally a "salesman" of the firm, in fact, the nature of the salesman was closer to that of a partner.

    They were active in the southern part of the River Valley Province, using the Horseshoe Firm rtionship to do business, and then get a share of each transaction.

    Hein made a rough calction.

    Even if two teams were lost, Bloodhand n still had fifty or sixty strongborers. If he counted cannon fodder and prisoners, there would be nearly a hundred people.

    If he could take even a third of them back, it would be enough to make him a legend to the Horseshoe Firm¡ªto even the entire Red River Town.

    Those who could still work could be sold to mine owners, and those whocked arms and legs could be sent for organ harvesting and sold to Boulder City or otherrge survivor settlements in the northern part of the River Valley Province, with a profit of 1000%.

    No matter how he thought about this business, it was a great deal.

    As for whether these people in the blue coat could win?

    To be honest, he never considered the possibility that they would lose.

    These people could work diligently like cows and hunt as fiercely as wolves. They even ambushed him who had traveled to many ces in the wastnd for many years.

    Both tactically and strategically, they had amazing advantages.

    And the leader of these people was an unfathomable man.

    This group is really scary!

    Hein''s instinct told himself that if he had a good rtionship with these people, he would definitely make a lot of money in the future. Maybe he would make more money than working in the firm!

    ...

    After walking northward along the viaduct wreckage out of the city and bypassing several copsed ruins, Hein soon saw the tire factory upied by Bloodhand n.

    The concrete outer walls were ced with spiked stakes and steel bars as obstacles, and the walls were smeared with unidentified and chilling graffiti painted with blood.

    A headless corpse was abandoned in the drain on the side of the road and was being eaten by a few fat rats. It was probably another hapless ve who could not make the barbarians happy.

    Hein smashed his lips and felt pity rise in his heart. Holding the wooden box in his hand, Hein kept walking towards the wooden gate.

    "It''s me, Hein, open the door!" The bandage on his leg had already been removed, the wound not bleeding anymore. Hein pretended to shout and waved to the guard on the wall.

    Recognizing Hein''s face, the man with a shaved head and scarlet paint on his face walked to the steel winch and stretched out his muscr arm to pull it.

    Apanied by the dull sound of moving chains, the wooden door slowly opened.

    Hein didn''t stop for a moment and quickly walked into the stronghold of Bloodhand n, led by a marauder sentry, to Bear''s tent.

    Putting the box on the ground, he pressed his forehead against the ground.

    "Dear honorable leader! Those people are a bunch of barbarians. I''m sorry, I have tried my best, but I can''tmunicate with them at all."

    Looking nkly at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, Bear, who sat on the chair resting his chin on his fist with azy expression, spoke. "You didn''t bring my people back."

    "Yes... because there were no prisoners at all."

    "No prisoners?"

    Bear sat up straight, his small eyes¡ªwhich were almost squeezed by the tight flesh on his face¡ªbing two small dots.

    "You said there were no prisoners. What do you mean by that?"

    He was very certain about the characters of his subordinates.

    If they encountered those who were extremely vicious, they may fight to the death, but in a fight against the people in blue coats... even if they couldn¡¯t win, there was no possibility of them having a bloody fight to the end.

    20 chips for a prisoner was not a bad deal. After resting for a period of time, he would still be able to gather his men again.

    As for those whocked arms and legs, he could directly let the ve trader in front of him take care of them.

    He even suspected that the man in front of him was lying, negotiating in his name, but actually sent the prisoners elsewhere.

    Hein had a keen intuition.

    Even if he couldn''t see the expression on Bear''s face, he could still guess what the muscr idiot was thinking, so he quickly assumed an expression of grief and anger, and said the words he had prepared.

    "Those people are just a bunch of scumbags, rodents, maggots in blue coats! They have no humanity, justice, or morality in them at all. Every cell in their bodies is engraved with the word scheming."

    "They pretended to ept the surrender of your subordinates, but after your men put down their weapons, they cruelly hanged your men at the door!"

    With that, Hein opened the box in his hand, which contained finger bone nes.

    Bear''s eyes shrank to two points in an instant, and his right fist mmed on the arm of the chair.

    "I''m going to chop off the limbs of these rodents and throw them into the dungeon to feed the cockroaches!"

    The furious roar echoed in the camp, and the mes on the brazier swayed. The veteran marauders on the side clenched the knife and axe around their waists as their eyes grew colder.

    As long as the leader gave an order, they would step forward and chop the person who had offended the leader into pieces.

 Chapter 89.2

    Feeling the anger of Bear, Hein didn''t dare to even breathe wrong, and continued toin in tears. "Dear honorable leader, you didn¡¯t know what happened to me! I walked into their camp with the purpose of seeking peace, and even took the initiative to hand in weapons to their sentry. But right after I met with their leader, the man threw me into their jail."

    "They didn''t want to negotiate at all, and they had no n to negotiate! After the man threw this wooden box to me, not only did heugh at me, saying that all the people you want are in this box, but he also wanted me to tell you that, you, you will end up like the people inside the box!"

    "Although they didn''t hang me immediately, they kept locking me up for fear that I would leak their information. I was worried that they would kill me eventually, so I used the chips hidden in my soles to bribe the guard and then escaped their camp overnight with this wooden box."

    "But those people reacted quickly and immediately realized that I was missing. They sent a hunter to chase me. I didn''t dare to go north, so I could only detour to the east gate, but before entering the city, I was shot by an arrow."

    "Fortunately, the arrow didn''t cause any serious injury. I hid your men¡¯s belongings in a trash can and then ran into a copsed building. Almost as soon as I entered the ruin, they also arrived! But fortunately, they didn''t notice me. I hid in the ruins until dawn, waiting until they went back."

    "After confirming that there was no danger, I dared not dy for a moment, and immediately took the box and came back to report to you!"

    Hein said with snot and tears. Bear sitting in the seat finally shifted his anger away from him.

    With eyes locked tightly on Hein, Bear asked in a deep voice. "You said they were worried that you would leak their information? What information?"

    Hein continued quickly. "Those people are actually not shelter residents. They are just a group of scavengers. By deception, they upied a shelter hidden in the wend park, stripped off the blue coats that belonged to the original shelter residents, and disguised themselves as shelter residents."

    "They are not as strong as they seem on the surface. They are just a bunch of stubborn, bullying, and fearful viins. Their numbers aren¡¯t that big either, only about 30 people, and the rest are prisoners of the original shelter. What they love to do the most is to light a bonfire in the middle of the campte at night, and then bring the nice prisoners out to have a party... You know what kind I¡¯m talking about."

    "So, if you n to do something with them, it''s best to execute it in the early hours of the night." Hein lowered his eyebrows, telling a story someone told him skillfully. "That was the time when their defense was the mostx. Many people didn''t even wear clothes... I took the opportunity to escape at that time."

    Prisoners.

    From a shelter.

    A touch of greed appeared on Bear''s face.

    The clone presented by Bett Street had been broken by him a long time ago, and it probably had been disassembled into parts by his men.

    Besides, the toy that did not know how to scream, cry or have any kind of emotions couldn¡¯t arouse his interest at all.

    If there was no scream, how could he show his bravery?

    Those who came out of shelters were different, no matter where they were from, those people were the best.

    "What about the guns? How many guns do they have?" Bear then asked what he was most concerned about.

    Seeing that the leader had already moved, Hein was overjoyed and said quickly, "Up to thirty! Half of them were seized from your people! And they have very little ammunition reserves, and more than half of them even use arrows and javelins."

    "Look at my leg injury, it was left by the arrow they shot!"

    Hearing that they used arrows, Bear''s expression became even more contemptuous.

    Those primitive things were the weapons of scavengers. Unless there were very few "ability users" with special abilities, or mutants with extremely developed muscles, most people would rather use crudely made guns than arrows in a fight.

    Bear himself was two meters high and he was full of strength. He could win a fight against four marauders with ease. Ordinary people couldn¡¯t even walk fast while wearing heavy armor, but his armor weighed 50kg at least. In addition, his chest armor was made of homogeneous steel, weighing 25kg!

    Not to mention a crossbow or a javelin, even ordinary bullets would feel like tickling, leaving some scratches on his armor at most.

    In his opinion, trampling those scavengers to death was no different from trampling a colony of ants to death.

    "Boss, I think this matter should be considered carefully," the man with a long face standing beside him lowered his head and continued in a deep voice.

    "Badger and Cha are not weak, and their men are also brave and good at fighting. However, both of them lost the fight against a group of scavengers one after another. Something isn¡¯t right."

    Upon hearing this, Hein felt anxious and was about to speak. However, Bear waved his hand and directly dismissed what the long-faced man said. "Badger is courageous but not smart, and Cha is smart but not courageous. The two are not elite. It is just a group of scavengers. I will personally lead the team. Gather all the men avable, I will crush them to death."

    Bear didn''t want to dy.

    The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the weather was getting colder and colder. If it was dragged on for too long, it would be harder to fight a battle.

    Besides, if the captives of the shelter were all killed by the scavengers, what else would be left for him to y with?

    Moreover, he looked down on Cha and Badger¡¯s men. The real main force was those who followed him to plunder ces in the north.

    Hein breathed a sigh of relief. In order to stop Bear from hesitating, he decided to add another piece of information to bait him.

    "Dear honorable leader, you don''t need to worry too much, our advantage here is actually very big!"

    "When I entered the Wend Park, I found that they were camping on the northwestern river and building brick kilns. They probably nned to reinforce the bunker before the snow fell. This reveals their inner fear and weakness!"

    "You only need to march in the dark and directly attack their brick factory. They will surely fall into chaos! At that time, you just need to chase after them and chase their deserters into their camp. Then, their wealth and supplies will fall into your pocket."

    As saying that, Hein had an angry expression on his face. "In this way, I will also be able to vent my anger and make them pay for what they did to me!"

    "Brick kilns?" Bear touched his chin with interest. "How many people were there?"

    "At least ten people! Sixty percent are males caught from shelters, and forty percent are their own people!"

    Bear was overjoyed and patted the arm of the chair. "Good!"

    Although he did not trust this ve merchant fully, the brick kiln was very easy to verify, and he would basically recognize it at a nce.

    After that, Bear immediately looked at the long-faced man and ordered in amanding tone. "Send someone over and look for a high spot to observe in the direction of the wend park. If you see a campfire and smoke by the river,e back and report to me immediately!"

    The long-faced man nodded. "Okay!"

    ...

    Meanwhile, beside the river on the northwest side of the Wend Park, Ample Time took a few people to prop up a shack on the open space with stic sheds and wooden sticks.

    This kind of shack basically could not block wind in all directions, and people would surely get arthritis if they lived in it, but they were not willing to use better materials.

    After all, they would put gunpowder kegs and wood tar in itter...

    "I have a vague feeling that the Administrator didn''t think we would be able to make bricks."

    While digging a cave on the slope of the river with a shovel, Night Tenined, "Otherwise, why would we be assigned such an exclusive task?"

    Old White was a doer, and didn¡¯t like to talk nonsense when he was working. ¡°Stop talking, hurry up, and finish your work... Wait a minute, it''s almost time for the task."

    "Fuck..."

    "Speaking of which, Gale, don''t you have sses during the day?"

    "I¡¯ve sent the PPT to the teaching assistant."

    "Damn son, I didn¡¯t know that you could use your assistant that way."

    The first exclusive task Bull and Horse Brick Factory received was neither to produce many bricks nor to build a brick kiln with a specific daily output, but to set traps in the camp.

    Does this sound like something that Life Profession yers should do??

    Alright.

    Although they were not originally Life Profession yers.

    ...

    Looking for volunteering editors to speed up my releasing speed.

    You will be given a test chapter to test your editing skill and the knowledge of this project.

 Chapter 90.1: Explosion Is Art!

    Chapter 90: Explosion Is Art!

    Eleven o''clock in the evening.

    It¡¯s been a while since the snow stopped.

    In the dark night, the yers who carried weapons were spread out in an arc through the woods, digging foxholes on the ground with shovels and quickly building simple trenches.

    "This is so much fun! I just entered the game, but this is already the second team battle!"

    "Don''t you dare steal my killter, I want to get a Pentakill!"

    "Screw you, I have to stay away from youter. Don''t use me to make up your kill count when that timees."

    "Am I that kind of person?!"

    "Who knows."

    No one panicked. Everyone was excited, as if they had been injected with a stimnt.

    What made this game so real was that its atmosphere was so realistic.

    It felt like a real war!

    The rustling in the woods concealed the whispers of the yers.

    Fully armed, Chu Guang stood with the sledgehammer, his hands resting on the end of the sledgehammer¡¯s handle as his dark pupils stared towards the north intently.

    He was betting.

    He was betting that Hein was on the side of his interests, and that he had sessfully persuaded the leader of the Bloodhand n to march in the dark and split a part of his troops to the northwestern creek.

    Of course, Chu Guang also prepared for the worst; that was, Hein standing on the other side of loyalty and choosing to help his former trading partners so that he would have to face the main force of the Bloodhand n head-on.

    This would be a close and difficult battle.

    But he was not worried.

    Even if the losses of both sides were 1:1, he was still at an advantage.

    At this time, a perception-type yer ran from a distance, stood in front of Chu Guang, and reported with excitement. "Dear Administrator, the people of Bloodhand n have left the camp and are moving in our direction!"

    Chu Guang was overjoyed.

    However, instead of showing his emotions on his face, he asked a question with a stern expression. "Is the equipment set up?"

    "Already set up!"

    "Very well. Pass my order¡ªevery team must act ording to n!"

    "Yes!" The yer stood at attention with his right fist pressed to his chest and then ran away excitedly.

    Thinking of the "equipment" that had been set up nearby, he shivered in exhration.

    This was too exciting!

    ...

    The North Gate of Wend Park.

    A group of people was standing in the dark.

    Most of them wore animal skin coats with homemade metal, wood, or leather protective gear tied to vital parts. Blood-red patterns decorated their arms, necks, and faces, and the weapons they carried were even more diverse.

    Although they looked like a group of mobs in terms of temperament and garb, theirbat effectiveness was, in fact, not as weak as it seemed.

    Everyone here was an experienced veteran, and even the elite of Bloodhand n!

    Dressed in heavy armor, Bear, who rode on the back of a rhino with a nose ring while carrying a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, squinted his eyes to gaze at the dark forest.

    At the entrance of the forest, a sign with a skull and crossbones was inserted, and on it written in scribbled handwriting was--

    [Private Territory! Enter At Your Own Risk.]

    The corners of his mouth curled up in a yful arc, and Bear cast a nce at the subordinate next to him.

    The marauder understood what he wanted and immediately carried the axe forward. He raised his hand and hacked down the axe, splitting the sign in half diagonally.

    "Let''s bring destruction to their heads!"

    "Everyone, march!"

    Bear let out a heartyugh and waved his big hand to signal everyone to march forward. He kicked the mutant rhino under him with his heel and moved in front of the team.

    The rhino started to move forward with heavy steps. At the same time, the fifty-five marauders who were following him also pressed forward under the leadership of the five squad leaders.

    At this time, Bear suddenly had an idea. He immediately called his confidant that followed him.

    The man''s name was "Horse". He had a long face and was about 1.9 meters tall. He was a lot taller than other people, and he was the bravest squad leader amongst his men.

    Bear looked down at him and ordered. "You, lead your subordinates to raid the brick kiln by the river in the west. Capture anyone that can be captured. After that, meet me in the south."

    Horse sped his fist. "Yes!"

    After saying that, the squad leader immediately led his ten subordinates and lurked towards the west without any dy.

    Eleven people.

    That was more than enough people to raid a camp in the dark.

    Then, Bear looked at the rest of his men with a cruel smile on his face.

    "We go south."

    "And wait for them at the front!"

    ...

    Although the heavy snow had stopped for a while, the cold in the forest did not dissipate. The north wind kept blowing through the forest, making the rustling sound that made the men nervous.

    Horse did not dare to take themand given by their leader lightly, and was careful to watch out for threats in the forest while moving quickly towards the river to the west.

    Fortunately, there was no ambush lying in wait here.

    Perhaps, as the merchant said, these savage survivors were having their open-air meeting in the camp and didn''t even notice that death was approaching.

    At the edge of the forest, a swaying campfire could already be seen.

    A group of marauders quickened their pace and moved quickly in the direction of the light.

    Soon, they found a row of shacks built along the southwest side of the river.

    Though the doors of the shacks were covered with stic sheeting, the people inside could not be seen, with the axes and shovels used to dig up the wastnd left by the door.

    In the center of the shacks was a campfire made of stone, and by it still remained some bones that had just been gnawed away.

    Looking at the camp in front of him, a cruel smile gradually appeared on Horse''s face. He loaded the iron-barreled rifle in his hand and inserted a bay into the slot under the barrel.

    "We¡¯ll sneak in soon without making any noise."

    "We don''t need to fire our guns. Try not to use them."

    "If anyone resists, just kill them!"

    At themand of their boss, the marauders either equipped their barrels with a bay or pulled out the mace, short spear, and other melee weapons from their waist, ready to ughter the enemy in their sleep.

    A group of people approached quietly and entered the camp silently. They tacitly divided into two people per shack, nking the left and right sides of the door.

    Seeing that all the shacks were under control, Horse raised his right fist and made a gesture of action. The group of people acted together immediately and opened the doors of the shacks with bays¡ª¡ª

    Then.

    Everyone was stunned.

    There was nothing inside.

    No, it couldn''t be said that there was nothing.

    In almost every shack, there was an iron bucket covered with wood tar.

    "Disperse!" Horse''s face changed wildly, and he who was the first to react shouted out in a panic.

    However, it was still one stepte.

    About ten or so ming projectiles flew from the other side of the river like locusts,nding in the camp one after another.

    The stic sheets on the shacks were ignited by the fire and instantly shrank into balls of burning oil droplets, falling into the iron barrels containing wood tar and gunpowder.

    Boom!!!

    The explosions induced by the chain reaction rang out in the camp one after another. The marauders who had dispersed and escaped had just escaped halfway before they were swallowed by the thick smoke contained in iron kes and the light of the explosion.

    Two marauders were killed on the spot!

    The remaining nine were heavily wounded!

    One of the unlucky ones was lit by the ming oil that sshed out. He dropped to the ground and rolled frantically, screaming and crying in pain.

    His screams became weaker and weaker, and soonpletely stopped.

    Seeing the miserable appearances of his subordinates, Horse''s eyes were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and roared. "You cowards!"

    "Come out and fight me like a man!"

    "Cough--" The smoke choked his throat.

    Ignoring the bloody wound on his back, he lowered his head and broke out of the thick smoke. Then, he raised the rifle in his hand and continuously fired toward the other side of the river.

    Bang, bang, bang!

    The mes flickered, and the sound of gunfire was chaotic.

    The other marauders also fired back in the direction where the bows and arrows came from. However, after they had fired more than a dozen shots, they couldn''t tell if they had hit anything. They just watched the arrows sail above their heads.

    Morale began to falter.

    Horse panicked along with his men, and they began to retreat.

 Chapter 90.2

    At this time, the yers ambushing to the west of them were eagerly gearing up, waiting for the moment to kill them.

    "They¡¯re retreating! They¡¯re retreating! Hahaha, they¡¯re retreating!!"

    "Elite monster spotted! Must be their squad leader!"

    "Fuck yeah! Squad leader!! Brothers, charge! Let''s catch him alive!"

    "For the alliance!"

    "For the horde!"

    "Long live Demacia!"

    "For Ya Ya''s mushroom soup!"

    The yers screamed excitedly while they charged out of the bushes one after another. None of their battle cries were the same.

    At the same time, the supporting yers on the other side of the river also stopped firing arrows. They took out shovels, axes, and sickles, and waded across the ankle-deep river one after another, cooperating with friendly forces tounch a siege on the enemy and joining the carnage.

    There were people everywhere!

    The sound of gunshots, footsteps, and shouts of killing resounded throughout the battlefield, sweeping through it like a tide under the cover of night. Horse didn''t know how many people there were, let alone where they came from.

    The marauders, who had just emerged from the fire and rushed into the forest, only knew that they had lost their vision.

    Horse pulled the jammed receiver hard, and ejected the jammed cartridge case while shouting loudly at his subordinates. "Retreat! Retreat south!"

    A trace of sanity in his heart told Horse that the only way for them to survive now was to rendezvous with therge army in the south.

    However, how could other people not think of that?

    The line of defense against arge force was on the south side. If he fled through the burning camp to the north, he still had a chance of survival, but if he ran towards the south, it would almost be the equivalent of rushing into the trenches with only his face as a shield!

    Just as Horse and his men were hit head-on, the main force of the Bloodhand n that was marching towards the outpost also heard the explosions from the northwest.

    "What happened?"

    "It seems to havee from the brick kilns by the river..."

    "Did, did something happen to Horse and his men?!"

    "It can''t be. That''s Horse... I once saw him tear a Cruncher apart before with my own eyes!"

    The marauders looked at each other and whispered.

    Intuition told them that something wasn''t right.

    Bear frowned and looked to the northwest, his expression uncertain.

    Horse was his confidant, and he knew very well that none of his equipment could make such a noise.

    In this case, there was only one possibility!

    "Damn it! Everyone, march northwest!" Bear, anxious and angry, kicked the mutant rhino below him and roared again.

    "Hurry up!"

    "Quick!"

    The already dead Badger and Cha were not enough to cause him pain, but if Horse died as well, not only would the Bloodhand n suffer severe damage, but his prestige in the tribe would also plummet.

    At this moment, he no longer cared about the formation. The marauders also didn''t have the habit of lining up. So, the whole group ended up loosely scattered after they started running.

    The other four squad leaders felt that something was wrong, but at this time, how would they dare make ament? They had to bite the bullet and ask the people who had fallen behind to keep up.

    At a distance of fewer than 600 meters, reinforcement came in only a matter of minutes. Even if the forest terrain was not easy to run on, it was still much better than the obstacles in the city.

    As they got closer and closer to the mes ahead, all of them could feel the shocking heat, even as they looked at it from a distance.

    "Motherfucker! Didn''t you all eat?! Go faster!" Bear was furious, cursing and urging his subordinates to speed up after he discovered the fire instead of Horse.

    His subordinates were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they couldn''t do anything. Although they hadn''t even seen the enemy anywhere, they still sprinted with their weapons in their arms.

    Bear lifted the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and rushed to the front.

    However, at this moment, in the muddy ground under the light of the fire, he suddenly saw the faces of people who popped out their heads.

    Many pairs of eyes seemed to be glowing a green light, which made him panic for a millisecond.

    "Fire!"

    There was a sharp shout.

    Although he didn''t understand the meaning of the shout, his fighting instincts still made him turn over from the mount, his big body falling behind the roots of the tree as thick as a snake.

    The thunder-like gunfire sounded in an instant the moment he fell. The zing fire seemed to surround them from all sides, and bullets howled as they were shot through the air like lightning.

    Bear was terrified in his heart.

    For a while, he couldn''t tell how many guns there were on the opposite side. He only saw the brothers charging next to him being caught off guard, before falling one after another.

    But he didn''t know whether they were lying down to dodge the bullets or being shot down by a gun.

    "Fuck! We¡¯re being ambushed!"

    "I will chop up that Hein when I get back!!!"

    "Let, let''s find a way to go back first..."

    "Fuck! How many guns are there on the opposite side?!"

    "Why do I feel like they have at least two machine guns?!"

    "Ahhhhhhh!"

    Bear''s heart panicked while listening to the frightened voices of his brothers.

    The mount rushing to their opponents¡¯ position had been shot to death by random shots, its body lying motionless by the tree twenty meters away.

    Bear didn''t dare to check; he didn''t dare to use his head to test the enemy''s marksmanship.

    But when he listened quietly to the whistling sound above his head, he felt that something was wrong.

    How to describe it?

    Some noises didn''t sound like gunshots!

    In an instant, he recovered hisposure and eximed in anger.

    "No! This is not a gunshot! This¡­ this is!"

    Bear wanted to say something, but couldn''t think of what it was called.

    In fact, he was right. It was really not gunshots, but just two rolls of firecrackers made of waste paper, gunpowder, and brick powder.

    In this era, people didn''t even have enough food to eat; who would have time to y with firecrackers? It was normal that he didn''t know what it was called.

    However, it must be said that in this dark environment, lighting up two rolls of firecrackers to confuse the enemy was indeed a genius idea.

    Those marauders had been running out of breath and encountered the enemy''s attack before they could even spot them. How would they have time to think whether the gunshots were real or not?

    Those who were crawling on the ground only felt that two machine guns had been used to deal with them, especially when the people next to them fell down one after another and it was hard to see who was shot. All of them lowered their heads in fright, not daring to check where the shots came from.

    By the time the four marauder teams werepletely stunned, the yers squatting on both ends of the trench had already left the trench, and under the cover of gunfire, headed to the east and west sides of marauders to surround them.

    Seeing the figures moving towards the two wings of his position, Bear let out an angry roar.

    "Their people are scattered!"

    "Everyone, charge!"

    "Get the fuck up, it''s not gunshots at all! Everyone, charge with me, rush into their trenches, and smash their heads with the stocks of your guns!"

    However, even after shouting for a long time, no one listened to him.

    The continuous ambushes have brought the morale of these mobs on the verge of copse.

    There was a sudden burst of despair in Bear''s heart.

    Perhaps¡­¡­

    Leaving the city and entering the opponent''s home court was a wrong decision from the beginning.

    "But Boss... the firepower on the opposite side is too fierce. To charge is no different from suicide at this time!"

    "What fucking firepower! Can''t you hear it?! It''s fake!" Anger burned in his heart, and Bear almost vomited blood.

    But he also knew that no matter how loud his voice was, few people could hear it, and fewer were willing to listen.

    Knowing that it was over, he looked to the east and made up his mind. He gave orders to several henchmen beside him.

    "We will die if we wait here. Let''s break through to the east!"

    Several confidants nodded nervously.

    However, just as Bear was about to borate on his breakout n, a piercing roar came from the west position.

    Bear raised his eyes and saw many mes cut through the darkness, pushing countless firecrackers the size of fists towards them.

    There was also a burst of presumptuousughter in the distance.

    Although he didn''t understand, he did vaguely hear a man''s deep voice.

    "Hahahahaha!"

    "Explosion is art!"

 Chapter 91.1: If You Want to Blame, Blame Your Long Attack Foreswing

    Chapter 91: If You Want to me, me Your Long Attack Foreswing

    The limelight on the battlefield has beenpletely stolen by Mosquito.

    If there were no idents, this time, the MVP should be him.

    As the fuse behind the wooden honeb was ignited, fifty wooden rockets pushed the heat wave through the night sky, sting towards the marauders'' position.

    One kilogram of ck powder was not that scary. If it didn''t fall right next to the target, at most, people would just be startled by it.

    However, fifty rockets carrying one kilogram ofbatponents was another matter entirely.

    There were even more rockets scurrying around the battlefield than there were people lying here!

    A total of fifty kilograms of gunpowder was all fired at the enemy''s position within three seconds, and the sound of the explosion almost shattered the eardrums of the marauders.

    This was a perfect interpretation of the sentence: As long as the quantity is sufficient, the quantity itself is also a quality!

    The billowing smoke exploded in an instant, and the pine trees that were as thick as thighs were blown to pieces.

    Cracked bark, sawdust, and ignited sparks flew around the battlefield, burning the marauders lying on the ground and causing them to roll all over the floor, scurrying while covering their heads with their hands.

    Even if few were killed on the spot, the chaotic scene was enough to make them desperate.

    On the other hand, the reactions of the yers in the trenches werepletely the opposite, with excitement written on their faces.

    "Mosquito is awesome!"

    "Holy shit! Katyusha!"

    "Katyusha my ass, it''s a swarm at best."

    "Hahahaha, so satisfying!"

    The rocket that hit the ground became thest straw that crushed the camel.

    The morale of the marauders copsed instantly.

    Unable to maintain the copsed position, they fled from the burning covers one after another, ignoring the squad leader''s shouts. In fact, they couldn¡¯t even hear them.

    No one knew when the next wave of bombing woulde, and no one knew what else was waiting for them.

    Like a group of frightened rats, the marauders threw out their throwing objects desperately, uncaring of whether those objects would hit the enemy or teammates, and fled madly.

    Just as they left their positions and fled around in chaos, the sharp whistle resounded through the woods.

    From the trenches and foxholes, a group eagerly jumped out, waving long and short weapons in their hands, and like a pack of hungry wolves, rushed towards the fleeing marauders.

    "Ura!!"

    "Charge!"

    "Long live the alliance!"

    "Ora, ora, ora, ora!"

    "Awoo, awoo, wooo!"

    The sounds of shouting and killing swept through like a tsunami. Themand "do not retreat" seemed so weakpared to it.

    The yers who heard the whistle were like wild horses breaking free from the reins, staring hungrily at the fleeing marauders as if they were walking trophies.

    The marauders were frightened by the brutality of these people in blue coats. It was the first time for these marauders to see other humans that were more barbarian and brutal than themselves.

    No.

    They are simply not human.

    They are clearly a bunch of Crunchers who know how to use guns!

    "Fuck."

    "Fuck off, don''t block my way!"

    "I surrender! I surrender, don''t kill me!"

    "Boss... I can''t hold it here anymore, we have to retreat."

    "Fuck!"

    The brothers beside Bear fell down one after the other, and the ones who didn''t fall alsoy on the ground pretending to be dead. Soon, he who tried to break through to the northeast discovered that he was alone.

    With heavy armor, he couldn''t run fast at all. However, because of the stray bullets flying around everywhere, he did not dare to throw the armor away and escape, so he had to grit his teeth while fighting and retreating.

    But such a big target was too conspicuous on the battlefield.

    After he got up, and before he even managed to escape a hundred meters, he was regarded as an "important target" by the people in blue coats chasing him, and soon, he was surrounded by them.

    Bear was frightened and angry. These people in blue coats seemed to be not afraid of death at all. He couldn''t see any fear in their eyes, and they didn''t care about the death of theirpanions.

    After seeing him fire two shots that sted the head of a blue-coated person into pieces, not only did those people not falter, but even began to surround him with spears.

    The double-barreled shotgun was powerful enough, but there were only two bullets in the barrel and there was no time to change the bullet at such a close distance.

    In desperation, Bear had to throw away the shotgun in his hand and block the two spearheads with his breastte. Then, he waved his big hand, grabbed the spears, and broke the two spears as easily as snapping a twig.

    "Roar!" He roared menacingly, trying to intimidate the people surrounding him.

    If it were an ordinary survivor, they would definitely be frightened by him.

    But what stood in front of him were not ordinary people, but a group of yers who didn¡¯t know what fear was. Although they were startled by the sound, they were nowhere near terrified.

    Instead--

    They became even more excited?

    "Damn?!"

    "This Boss is a bit fierce! He is at least a Company Leader!"

    "Hurry up, we need some help here!"

    "Okay! I will go around, you guys distract him!"

    Bear looked furious. The attitudes and reactions of these people made him feel humiliated.

    He pulled out the long-handled battle axe sheathed on his back and continuously waved it back and forth, driving the people who approached back, but these people in blue coats still approached him fearlessly.

    At this moment, Bear suddenly sensed a dangerous aura. He immediately turned his head to the side. There, he saw a man with a cold expression standing still.

    A deerskin coat hung on a branch beside him, fluttering with the north wind.

    The man had an exoskeleton on his body, and a huge long-handled warhammer stood in front of him, with his hands folded casually on the handle of the hammer.

    There was a hint of provocation in the man''s eyes.

    As if to say to him--

    "Want to try?"

    The corners of his mouth twitched coldly, and Bear''s face was ferocious.

    "Humph! I¡¯m not scared of you!" He had never been afraid of anyone in the duel of power.

    Even if he had an exoskeleton, the man would still not be able topete with his strange power!

    Seeing that their own NPC and the marauder Boss met, and it seemed that the key plot was triggered, the yers also stopped approaching eagerly.

    Since the administrator had no intention of getting the yers involved, it was better to stay at ease and watch the plot.

    If they got hurt by mistake or got killed by the plot, they would surely lose a lot. After all, many of them had seen the power of the Administrator¡¯s hammer.

    "Damn, Jayce versus Darius?"

    "Jayce my ass, can that hammer fire? Obviously, it¡¯s Poppy¡¯s hammer!"

    "What are you talking about, isn''t this the Electrohammer Vanguard?"

    "... Go away!"

    "..."

    Tsk, this group of idiots.

    The atmosphere that has been building up for you all for a long time all went into waste.

    Anyway, this is not important.

    Chu Guang, who nned to end the battle quickly, did not want to talk nonsense. He directly adjusted the output power of the exoskeleton to the maximum, adjusted his hold on the hammer, and put his thumb on the B mode button.

    Afterpleting all of his preparations, Chu Guang walked at a steady pace toward Bear.

    Seeing that the man walking toward him was full of ws, the corners of Bear''s mouth twisted upwards to a cruel arc.

    Although he didn''t know where this person got his confidence from and dared to challenge him alone, he would not let go of this wonderful opportunity.

    Intuition told him that as long as he captured this guy, he would still have a chance to live!

    With his right foot braced against the ground, Bear''s legs suddenly exerted force, and just like a real brown bear, roared and charged towards Chu Guang.

    It must be said that the fully protective armor looked really oppressive. This was especially prominent when charging¡ªit was like a tank with full power, and even the ground trembled faintly.

    "What a coincidence."

    "My hammer¡¯s main purpose is to destroy tanks!"

    B mode¡ª¡ª

    Activate!

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 Chapter 91.2

    The high-pressure nitrogen waspressed into a thinyer and adhered to the curved hammer¡¯s surface.

    Chu Guang stepped forward, raised his warhammer, and swung it vigorously.

    Seeing the hammer that came slowly, a sneer appeared on Bear''s face. He raised the battle axe in his hand and swung it.

    He expected that clumsy and funny hammer to be knocked away by the battle axe in his hand like a baseball.

    However, something that Bear never expected happened.

    The moment when his battle axe and hammer collided, the de of the battle axe in his hand was sted away from his hand, as if something had exploded.

    A sharp pain shot through his hand, making him feel like his hand was bleeding.

    Holding the empty axe handle, Bear was stunned, and he didn''t understand what happened.

    "Goodbye."

    Steadying the warhammer that was knocked back by the recoil, Chu Guang grinned. Giving Bear no chance to breathe, he gathered his strength and swung the hammer horizontally again, sting it at Bear''s chest fiercely!

    Boom!

    In a sh, Bear was directly sent flying by his hammer attack. He was unable to block the attack at all.

    His two-meter-high body sailed through the air like a cannonball, smashing the thigh-thick pine tree behind him.

    "Um¡­ Cough."

    A huge mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and he didn''t know how many bones had been broken in his body.

    Bear''s eyes widened, staring at his chest in disbelief.

    The curved surface of the thumb-thick steel te¡ªthat was originally protruding outwards¡ªwas cracked and dented inwards! Even the frame that fixed the armor lining was broken!

    What the hell is that?

    That power definitely does not belong to humans!

    No, this is definitely not caused by pure force!

    Seeing the man walking towards him with the hammer, a rare trace of fear floated in Bear''s eyes.

    Stretching out his hand that was almost broken, Bear gritted his teeth, broke off the steel te that almost broke his ribs, and struggled to stand up from the ground.

    He looked like a beast driven to a desperate situation. His eyes were red, his breathing heavy, and every cell in his body seemed to be trembling.

    Suddenly--

    When his emotions were condensed to the extreme, Bear felt an unprecedented sensation pouring from his chest to his body, piercing every blood vessel, every inch of bone, and every inch of muscle and skin.

    His broken ribs seemed to reconnect in an instant, and the blood throughout his body flowed rapidly, and he felt clear-headed andfortable like never before.

    At the same time, thick hair began to grow wildly from his body, gradually crawling all over his body.

    The surrounding yers eximed in surprise.

    "Holy shit, this boss is going to evolve?!"

    "What is this?!"

    "Moldy?!"

    Awakening!

    Recalling those hearsay rumors, Bear instantly understood what was happening to him. He was ecstatic in his heart, and an ugly and distortedugh came from him.

    "Hahahaha, you all have to¡ª"

    Before the word "die" could be spoken, the howling sledgehammer was directly smashed at his head from above.

    The bursting nitrogen hammer smashed his brain and pressed it into his chest cavity along with the broken skull.

    Bear''s body staggered weakly, and his huge body knelt directly on the ground, slowly tilting to the side.

    The yers watching the plot next to him were dumbfounded.

    "What the hell!"

    "Our administrator is so shameless!"

    "How can he not wait for the other party to finish the transformation!"

    "Hahaha, this is so funny."

    "By the way, is this cutscene over yet?"

    "There must be something wrong with this native, maybe it has something to do with the next expansion. There must be a follow-up update soon, but for today, I think this is everything. After all, that boss monster is already dead."

    Hanging the hammer behind him, Chu Guang took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wiped off the ¡°dirty things¡± sshed on the exoskeleton and cor, and looked at the body on the ground without the slightest pity in his eyes.

    "Confess your sins in hell."

    If you want to me, then me your long attack foreswing.

    But the dead can''t speak, so naturally, the dead Bear would have no reaction.

    The surrounding marauders were routed.

    With the death of their leader, the remaining marauders who were still resisting also dropped their weapons andpletely gave up resistance.

    A total of 82 yers participated in the battle, of which 7 died, 3 were severely injured, and 11 were lightly injured.

    A total of 56 marauders participated in the battle, of which 27 died, 10 were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.

    All the marauders with serious and minor injuries were captured, and none of them escaped under the joint tracking of the perception-type yers and the agile-type yers.

    It was a great victory!

    But that being said, this battle was the worst since the alpha test, and it was also the only one with casualties so far.

    Although the yers were extremely brave and fearless when charging, some of the marauder''s stubborn resistance and the stray bullets flying on the battlefield still caused a certain amount of damage to the yers.

    Especially the "Bear".

    Among the seven yers who died, he killed two of them.

    In addition, two of the seriously injured yers were also caused by him. One yer¡¯s arm was cut off by him and was directly physically disabled.

    When there was no way to perform the surgery, the yer could only be persuaded to go offline. After saving his gic sequence, his remnant was thrown into the active matter extractor so a new body could be synthesized...

    "No! I don''t want to die! I don¡¯t want to log out!" Makka_Pakka yelled.

    "There, there. The Administrator has said that he will give you a reward. Your equipment will be stored for free until youe back, and I will take them back for you."

    "Huh! Don''t steal my stuff."

    "Am I that kind of person?!"

    Watching these people in blue coats knock out their seriously injuredpanions with bricks and strip off their clothes, the captives who were brought to the brick kiln all showed fearful expressions on their faces.

    These guys...

    Are demons!

    All the corpses, whether friend or foe, were carried on the cart and transported to the morgue in the outpost, waiting to be extracted. As for the captives, Chu Guang temporarily imprisoned them in a brick kiln by the river and arranged for a few yers to guard them.

    Perhaps it was the experience umted in previous team battles, because this time, the battlefield cleaning work proceeded very quickly and smoothly.

    Looking at the big guy being carried on the stretcher, Chu Guang thought in his heart, maybe just the corpse of this guy can produce a whole unit of active matter.

    However,pared to the active matter that his body could produce, what made Chu Guang more concerned about was the hair that grew out of his body.

    Was it some kind of superpower?

    One example he could think of is the phenomenon of transformation when someone is on the verge of a limit, which leads to an increase in all attributes.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang suddenly felt a chill go through his back.

    Fortunately, the talent he unlocked was normal. If he had to grow hair everywhere around his body when using skills, he would rather not have it at all.

    Except for the yers who cleaned the battlefield, rescued the wounded, and guarded the captives, Chu Guang gathered twenty elites who were still able to fight and said, "The enemy''s main force has been wiped out by us! Only the old, weak, sick, and the poor people caught by them are left in their base."

    "Go!"

    "It''s time to end this war!"

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 Chapter 92.1: No one is better at searching than players

    Chapter 92: No one is better at searching than yers

    "Owooooo, owoo, owoo!"

    "Fu** them!"

    The yers raised their weapons in excitement, and responded to the administrator''s call vigorously.

    Satisfied with their attitude, Chu Guang nodded and waved forward.

    A group of people walked through the north gate of the park, followed the wreckage of the viaduct all the way north, and directly attacked the marauders'' camp four kilometers away.

    This was an abandoned tire factory.

    On the outside of the wall were simple fortifications, and strange patterns and symbols were smeared with filth on the wall.

    [The_Escaping_Mole] lowered his voice and whispered to [Midnight_pubg] next to him. "This graffiti reminds me of the forest."

    "The forest?"

    "A PC game."

    "I know... But these people don''t live in the forest. We live in the forest?"

    "..."

    Although the enemy''s main force had beenpletely wiped out, Chu Guang still did not take it lightly, still carefully watching out for the surroundings and possible traps.

    But what was interesting was that when Chu Guang and his party arrived, they found that the gate of the marauders'' camp was actually open.

    At the same time, the moment he confirmed that the Bloodhand n¡¯s camp had fallen, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

    [Mission Completed. ]

    [No. 404 Shelter B2 level permission has been authorized, and the lock can be unlocked after 24 hours. ]

    [Countdown: 23h 59m 59s]

    ¡®Tsk, I have to wait for 24 hours.¡¯

    Never mind.

    Chu Guang was not in a hurry anyway. He still had a lot of things to deal with before exploring the B2 floor.

    Those things included those captives and trophies.

    At the same time, Hein, who was waiting anxiously at the gate of the camp, finally heaved a sigh of relief after seeing Chu Guang.

    If the person who came was not him, his life would be in danger.

    "I still feel that it is not a good choice to intervene in the disputes of the locals." Holding a square assault rifle, the muscr female mercenary looked at her employer and reminded, "We have no control over the area. Their single thought can determine our destiny."

    "I agree with Lena''s view," another sturdy mercenary nced at the group of people outside, frowned, and said, "If they choose to have them all, what do you n to do."

    His name was Wen, and his strength was the strongest among the three.

    Regarding his subordinates'' opinions, Hein said nonchntly. "This is indeed a problem, but it''s not a big problem. We can do business with even marauders, let alone them? Trust me, it''s not a bad thing to change to a rtively rule-abiding trading partner."

    "Really?" The female mercenary whistled and teased, "I don''t think they are much more civilized than marauders."

    "Okay, shut up, will you? Just stand here and wait for me!"

    Ignoring his two bodyguards, Hein quickly walked down the stairs and out the door with excitement, as if he had known Chu Guang for many years.

    "My dear friend, you don''t know how excited I was when I saw you appear here without incident!"

    "Me too," Chu Guang smiled faintly and nced at the door next to him, slightly surprised, "Did you take down this stronghold alone?"

    Hein said with a smile. "Of course, I am not alone. Unless it is a poor bastard or gambler without a penny in their pockets, no one wille this far to do business alone. Okay, let''s stop talking at the door. Come in first!"

    "I will introduce my two bodyguards and assistants to you in a while. It¡¯s thanks to them being here this time, otherwise, our n wouldn''t have gone so smoothly!"

    Hein invited Chu Guang and his party in politely while describing how he deceived the leader of the Bloodhand n and how he captured this stronghold with his men that were hiding outside while they were not paying attention.

    To be honest, Chu Guang was not interested in his "heroic deeds". No matter what he said, the scene could not be more exciting than what he personally experienced.

    However, since the fortress had been breached from the inside, it did save him a lot of time.

    Chu Guang had originally been prepared to ask yers to be suicide bombers to break the gate open with ten kilograms of ck powder, but now it seemed that this extra expenditure could be saved.

    The next step was to search.

    No one was more proficient in this matter than his yers.

    After receiving the order, the eyes of each yer were glowing in the green light, and they rushed into the marauder''s stronghold without a single second of dy.

    Not to mention the cab ced in the room, even a loose floor tile would not be missed by them!

    "What''s in this jar?"

    "Yikes, it smells so bad."

    "Most likely shit."

    "Fuck, there are people''s heads in this drawer¡­ those NPCs are so creepy."

    "A white chip is found under the floor tile!"

    "What''s the use of this thing? Casino chips? Collectibles?"

    "This? Damn, good stuff! I saw it in the guide on the forum, you can exchange it for money at the warehouse! One chip can exchange 5 copper coins!"

    Seeing these people in blue coats that looked more like bandits than marauders, Lena clicked her tongue, and Wen, who stood next to her, also had a weird expression.

    The people in blue coats he had seen in the past were more reserved, even pedantic; it was really rare for them to act in this way.

    "Whatnguage do they speak?"

    "I don''t know, I have never heard of it before. But it''s definitely not anguage from this area."

    "Are they really shelter residents?"

    "I don''t know, does anyone care?"

    "You are so boring to talk to."

    "I just don''t have as many questions as you."

    The two mercenaries talked in low voices. The most ferocious forces in this area had been wiped out, and no one would disturb them in the second half of the night.

    Standing not far from those yers, Hein and Chu Guang were also talking in a friendly manner, discussing how to divide the profits of this big deal.

    "There are 7 dead on my side... scratch that, in fact, there are 8. There is also a hapless guy whose arm was cut off by the leader of the marauders. He lost too much blood and could not be saved."

    "Gasp¡­ This, this is really terrible." Hein gasped, expressing shock and regret with a shocked expression.

    He didn''t know how many people there were in the outpost, but he estimated that it should be less than a hundred. Losing this many people in this battle was equivalent to a 10% reduction in the total poption. The cost was indeed a bit high.

    "... But don''t be too sad. People die in the wastnd every day. This kind of loss is inevitable. Last year I had four bodyguards, but this year I have only two left."

    Hein sighed and said in aforting tone, "At least their sacrifices brought peace, and those who survived, including all the survivors in this area, will thank them."

    "They willpensate uster, but now we are not discussing this," Chu Guang looked at Hein and continued, "You probably misunderstood what I meant. I did not seek yourfort, but instead informed you that we want a bigger split."

    Hein was surprised.

    He was unable to react for a while.

    "Ah, okay¡­ I mean, no problem. Mhm, this is what you deserve, my honorable friend."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Very good, then we can talk about how to divide it."

    The two mercenaries looked at each other silently, not daring to speak, only daring to make eye contact.

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 Chapter 92.2

    The two mercenaries looked at each other silently, not daring to speak, only daring to make eye contact.

    ''This is the first time I have seen a person in a blue coat that is this cruel.''

    ''I bet it''s the first time for our boss too.''

    ''He is a ruler.''

    ''He is ruthless. But I like it.''

    ...

    There were 29 marauders captured in Wend Park, 10 of which were seriously injured. Most likely, they would not be able to survive tonight.

    There were about 30 people in the marauder''s underground cells. Including the two marauder¡¯s juvenile soldiers that had just been locked in, there were a total of 32 people, but half of them were seriously injured, and some were on the verge of dying, looking miserable.

    ording to the negotiation between Chu Guang and Hein, all marauders could be packaged to them regardless of minor injuries or serious injuries. In exchange, Hein needed to provide him with a batch of goods of equal value.

    There were 31 marauder captives.

    Without a unified currency, it was difficult to estimate the urate price. Therefore, Chu Guang simply used the ¡°coarse salt¡±, a specialty of Red River Town, as the equivalent and charged him 20 kilograms of coarse salt per captive.

    When Chu Guang exchanged dried meat for salt from Sun Shiqi, almost three kilograms of meat were exchanged for one kilogram of salt. ording to this rate, it was equivalent to 60 kilograms of dried meat for a person.

    He thought it was reasonable.

    Although Hein didn''t think of dried meat, the transaction price was barely eptable to him.

    A strongborer only needed to be trained a little, and if it was sold to the mine owners in Red River Town, it was not a problem to double or triple the price.

    Disabled captives were not a problem. Red River Towncked food but no nutrient cream. After feeding them until the beginning of spring next year, some people would be interested in buying their organs, if they were still alive at that time.

    The only trouble now was that Hein didn''t carry so many goods with him.

    This time, in order to make the final sale before the winter, he only carried some Qingquan City hard currency¡ªthat was, those stic chips.

    It was no problem to buy two or three strongborers with the number of chips he had, but buying 30 of them... was still a bit unrealistic.

    Hein tried to make ast-ditch effort, looking at Chu Guang and saying, "We didn''t bring anything with us. But I can use my credibility to guarantee that I will bring what I promised next spring!"

    Chu Guang sneered. "You think I would believe you? If you have credibility, we won''t stand here to talk about business. Anyways, Red River Town is only two days away from here. You can go back and get it now."

    Hein eximed in shock. "You''re crazy, it''s winter now! And it was just snowing a few hours ago! You¡¯re really asking me to go back to Red River Town ande back?"

    Chu Guang said indifferently. "It''s just the beginning of winter, and it was only a flurry earlier. The temperature on the surface didn''t even drop below zero. You call that snow? You weren¡¯t afraid toe to my outpost as a peacemaker, but you are worried about this risk?"

    Bring two or three people back, or thirty people?

    There would not be many opportunities to do this kind of business.

    After weighing the pros and cons, Hein quickly made a decision.

    In principle, no caravan would be willing to do business at this time.

    But when the benefits outweigh the risks, principles are just principles.

    Chu Guang was satisfied with his decision.

    After all, if he disagreed, the gallows of justice would be busy again.

    It was impossible for him to take out precious food to feed these marauders, and the benefits of doing so were far less than turning them into raw materials for calling the fourth natural disaster.

    These people were inherently disobedient to discipline. It wasmonce to bezy at work. It would take a lot of time and manpower to tame them, and even if the taming was sessful, they would be far worse than the yers.

    So why bother?

    Soon he would be able to open the B2 floor.

    At that time, there would be more qualifications for the alpha testing to satisfy those long-awaited yers.

    ...

    After discussing the division of the trophies, Chu Guang ordered the yers to go to the underground cells to free up space inside and leave it for the marauders in the brick factory.

    When the gate of the underground cells was opened, the stench that rushed outwards almost suffocated the two yers who opened the gate. Only after they let fresh air circte for a while did they light up the torch and get back in again.

    The deep and gloomy stone walls were covered with sticky stains. asionally, cockroaches as big as human fists crawled across the ground, and mice as big as shoes fought with each other for a rotting corpse.

    The men and women with chains on their hands and feet looked nkly at the people who appeared at the entrance of the underground cells. There was no luster in their eyes, and there were only a handful of people withplete limbs. Some people had bugs as big as thumbs crawling on them, but they didn''t care.

    [Elf_Fugui_Wang] couldn''t hold back and vomit on the spot. "I will never ept this kind of quest again next time."

    [The_Escaping_Mole] was better, he evenughed and taunted Elf_Fugui_Wang, "Didn''t you beg toe?"

    "... I thought I could find an injured little Klee here."

    "Hello! Admin! How do I contact the police here?"

    Seeing the two people walking forward, [Irene], who walked to the door, stood still with a strange expression on his face, as if he was afraid of going in.

    "I, I can help you guard the rear. There might still be some marauders around. We need to be careful."

    Elve_king and Mole looked at each other, smiled in unison, and looked at the good brother together.

    "No need, brother,e with us."

    "The task is rewarded with 5 silver coins. We have to get people out."

    "That''s right," Brother Elf_Fugui_Wang grabbed Irene who was about to escape, and said with a smile, "C¡¯mon, man, there are no marauders here."

    "Let go of me! Ahhhhhhh!"

    It took a lot of time to get all the prisoners in the underground cells to the surface, all while the search for loot on the other side also continued.

    The yers who searched for the loot almost turned the entire tire factory upside down.

    They took not just the things that looked valuable at a nce, but even the pots and pans, tables, chairs, and benches used by the marauders for eating weren¡¯t spared.

    Speaking of this, there was an unexpected incident.

    When the yers searched the room of the marauder leader, they found a wooden torture tool inside. On the torture, the instrument hung a clone that already turned cold. Her fair skin was covered with stains and scars.

    Chu Guang remembered her. She was the girl a caravan gunman pulled out of the caravan at the entrance of Bett Street while Liszt and Charlie were discussing business.

    ¡®Why did the clone bought by the old leech appear in the camp of Bloodhand n?¡¯

    Chu Guang stroked his chin, lost in thought.

    There were many possibilities in his mind, some were serious, and some were not so serious.

    The four yers who followed him into the room whispered behind him.

    "Isn¡¯t this game PG-13?"

    "Ye¡­ah¡­?"

    "Then why does it have R18 content?"

    "R18 my ass! This is called ¡®background setting¡¯, alright! Do you understand what ¡®background setting¡¯ is? But then again, I have to go to the official website to praise this setting when I go offline. This game is really detailed. I hope this will not be deleted in the future public beta phase."

    "I doubt we will be able to y it. Maybe we can go to the international server to y."

    "However, our administrator is quite decent. It is really rare to have such a just, fair, and kind NPC in this wastnd where people¡¯s hearts are colder than ice."

    This sentence has been unanimously agreed on by the yers.

    These were the yers'' genuine opinions. From the many details they saw during the ying, they could see that their administrator was a charismatic leader.

    Otherwise, why would the proprietress of the weapon shop always look at him secretly?

    Hearing the conversation among the yers, Chu Guang chuckled.

    Of course.

    If I was a normal wastnder, the clone hanging from that torture instrument would be you guys. How do you think these modities" are produced?

    Pulling a piece of cloth casually and throwing it on her, Chu Guang looked at the yers behind him.

    "Take this poor woman down and take her away."

    "Her remains can only be fed to cockroaches if we leave her here. It''s better to use her remains to reignite the fire of civilization."

    "In addition, please search this room carefully and report anything strange to me immediately."

    "Be careful of the traps."

    The four yers said in high spirits.

    "Yes, Sir!"

    Searching for loot drops!

    Going through NPCs¡¯ chests!

 Chapter 93.1: Seal of Blood

    Chapter 93: Seal of Blood

    Linghu Wend Park.

    The unnamed river was surrounded by burnt mud and tree trunks.

    The previous fire had been extinguished, and the torches surrounded the open space, enclosing the twenty-nine dejected prisoners.

    It was alreadyte at night, and it would be dawn in a few hours.

    Night Ten, who was guarding on the side, yawned and looked at Old White.

    "How long will the Administrator be back?"

    "I do not know."

    "Where is Gale?"

    Ample Time gestured to the cave-dwelling dug halfway by the river with his chin.

    "He still has a ss in the afternoon, so he went to sleep there."

    It was actually very convenient to log off in this game. In addition to logging out safely at the resurrection point, yers could be disconnected anywhere as long as they lost their consciousness.

    This includes but is not limited to being knocked out, or falling asleep normally.

    It was just that the gic sequence progress couldn''t be saved in this way.

    Hearing that Gale had actually gone to his ss, Night Ten asked suspiciously. "Didn''t he send the PPT to his assistant?"

    "I don''t know, maybe he¡¯s still worried about his students. Anyway, the team battle is over. He looked pretty worried so I let him go offline first. When he wakes up, he can take over."

    As the oldest member of the Bull and Horse club, Old White was probably the one who had been in contact with Gale for the longest time, and was also the person who knew him best in the club.

    "... Gale may look like a guy who likes to brag in the group every day, but in reality, he is actually a very honest and diligent man. He has no other hobbies except games."

    Night Ten chuckled. "Honest and diligent? I don''t see it. But he does look like a wild person secretly."

    Old Whiteughed. "Haha, you only dare say that when he is not online."

    Night Ten: "By the way¡­ after we log out of the game, our in-game characters would have no responses no matter what you do to it, right?"

    "Probably so, meaning that logging out of the game in the non-secure zone is actually quite dangerous if no one is watching," Ample Time nced at Night Ten, "What do you want to do?"

    Night Ten rolled his eyes. "I didn''t want to do anything, I was just thinking¡­ If we are all offline, couldn''t the NPCs do whatever they want to us in the culture chamber?"

    Hearing such a dirty thought, both Old White and Ample Time choked on their saliva.

    "Pff."

    "Ahem! That''s enough. Please don''t use your nasty thoughts to specte on others. Moreover, this kind of unprovoked spection has no meaning at all. You have neither evidence to prove it, nor evidence to falsify it. Simr questions include but are not limited to, ¡®Have aliens been around us all the time?¡¯, ¡®Is our world actually a game?¡¯, and ¡®Is the science that we know is still valid outside our ''apparent horizon''?¡¯ Infinite suspicion is purely seeking trouble, unless you can find reliable evidence."

    "What do you mean ¡®nasty¡¯?! Can''t I be curious about it? Otherwise, what do you do when you stand guard? Just stare into nothingness? And why do you sound more and more like Gale?" Night Ten rolled his eyes silently.

    Ample Time shrugged. "No, it''s just that people who think about this problem are very problematic."

    Old White nodded in agreement, giving Night Ten another strike, "Yes, and I don''t think anyone will do whatever they want with your body."

    Night Ten: "I said what if! What if! Sigh, there¡¯s really nomonnguage with you old people."

    Ample Time: "..."

    Old White: "..."

    At this time, Tomato_scrambled_eggs and three other yers walked over from a distance.

    Seizing the opportunity, Night Ten immediately changed the subject.

    "Yo, Brother Scrambled Egg, why are you here?"

    "I''m here to change shifts. Didn''t the administrator say that I will be on duty after two o''clock?" Brother Scrambled Egg saw that there was a missing person, so he curiously asked, "Where is Gale?"

    "Logged out. Something came up IRL, so we''ll carry him for a while."

    Scrambled Egg nodded in understanding. "Oh..."

    It felt much morefortable when someone came over to take over the task.

    They could go offline and have a meal beforeing back to y again.

    Old White carried Gale on his shoulders, handed over the matter of guarding the prisoners to Brother Scrambled Egg and others, and then left with Night Ten and Ample Time.

    This time it was Scrambled Egg''s turn to feel bored.

    The four little yers stood on guard with serious faces at first, but seeing that the captives were all asleep, they also stood and chatted together to pass the time.

    "Too careless. If I knew it would be so boring to stand guard, I would''ve gone to the warehouse to buy some meat and charcoal to have a barbecue here."

    "Yes, speaking of which, Brother Scrambled Egg, is rhinoceros delicious?"

    "How would I know..."

    "Aren''t you a cook?"

    "Which restaurant dares to cook that??"

    "I heard that rhinos are on the CITES, the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora. It seems that the minimum punishment is five years in prison, and there''s no upper limit. However, there are probably no wild rhinos in our country. You have to go to South Africa."

    "... Well, there should be no problem in-game, right?"

    The yers were chatting.

    At this time, a rustling sound came from the woods on the side.

    The group of people immediately became tense and tightened their grip on the guns in their hands, but soon rxed.

    The one who came was one of their own.

    "How are the prisoners?"

    "They¡¯re all here, dear Administrator."

    "Very good."

    Chu Guang nodded, looked at the yers next to him, and ordered. "Bring these people."

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 Chapter 93.2

    A yer on duty said excitedly.

    "Are we going to take them home and hang them?"

    They have always wanted to do this!

    However, the Administrator seemed to have a new idea this time.

    "Take them to the abandoned tire factory four kilometers away, where the underground cells they built are," Chu Guang nced at the captives and said lightly, "Death is too light a punishment for them. They will spend the rest of their lives in the mines of Red River Town."

    The mines in Red River Town were not real mines. Most of them were oldndfill sites.

    Only God knew what would be dug out of it. Even if it was the nuclear waste that had been buried illegally, it would not be surprising.

    The ves working there were all consumables. Few people could live for ten years, or even two or three years.

    But who cares?

    People were dying in the wastnd every day.

    The dozing prisoners were all awakened. More than 20 people were strung by a rope.

    There were about a dozen yers holding guns next to them, so no one was worried that those people would be running away.

    They walked four kilometers along the viaduct out of the city, into a street, and soon arrived at the abandoned tire factory.

    Seeing people standing on the fence of the old camp, the faces of these marauders were pale and desperate.

    In the camp, the liberated prisoners all stood nkly in the clearing, looking at the marauders returning home, instinctively wanting to run away in fear.

    However, after seeing the rope tied to marauders and the warriors holding them down, these poor people became quiet again.

    Even if they weren''t smart, they weren¡¯t blind.

    The owner of this ce has changed.

    After giving out a high-reward "Garrison Mission", Chu Guang selected ten lucky yers who raised their hands first to stay here, and then arranged for those yers who were slow to raise their hands to pack the trophies and move the trophies on the carts they brought from the output.

    ording to his "contract" with Hein, all the spoils belonged to him.

    After making these arrangements, Chu Guang went to Hein and looked at the merchant who had done a great job and said. "When are you going to leave?"

    Hein said respectfully. "I have already sent Wen back. He should be able to bring back what you want in four days."

    Chu Guang asked. "Is he alone?"

    "Of course, a single person is the fastest. He carries my token on his body. It doesn''t matter whether he is with me or not." This old and cunning merchant may have suddenly thought of something, so he added, "I know what you are worried about, so please rest assured, I am willing to stay here as a hostage. Even if you don¡¯t believe in me, you should believe that I won¡¯t risk my life."

    Chu Guang nced at him with interest.

    ¡®Not bad. He actually knows what I''m worried about.¡¯

    ¡®I don''t even know it myself.¡¯

    "Whatever you want, I have neither believed in your words nor cared about your tricks. I n to go back to the outpost in a while. Are you staying here or going back with me?"

    He left ten yers to guard the base, five people in a group, and divided into two shifts. Basically, two people guard the underground cells, and three people guard the wall and the gate. It was more than enough to watch the prisoners.

    These trophies couldn''t be moved back in one trip, and more trips would need to be made during the day.

    So all the yers would be busy tomorrow all day.

    "I''ll go back with you," Hein made a judgment in just a second and said immediately, "I don''t want to stay here for a second longer."

    Marauders usually wouldn''t pay much attention to hygiene. There was a rotting stench in the camp. Normal people wouldn''t stay, as only rats and cockroaches would like it.

    Chu Guang nodded without saying anything and gestured to the yers who were pulling the carts.

    "Let''s go."

    "Bring our spoils."

    "Let''s go home!"

    ...

    It was four o''clock in the morning when they returned to the outpost.

    Looking into the distance through the gap in the forest, a few faint shadows could already be seen.

    Except for the guards standing guard on the wall and a few Life Profession yers in the industrial zone, there were basically few people in the base.

    But after a while, there would be more people.

    Chu Guang randomly found two empty rooms in the nursing home main building and lent them to Hein and his female bodyguard.

    Then Chu Guang asked Luca, who had just woken up, to keep an eye on them, and then returned to the shelter with Little Seven in his arms.

    After putting Little Seven in the corner to charge, Chu Guang asked it to ask Xia Yan to get up to work on time tomorrow, reminding it to not let her disturb his rest, and then went back to his room.

    The door closed.

    Chu Guang sat on the soft bed and took out a yellowed note from his pocket.

    This was the collection he found in Bear''s room.

    Because there was a bloody handprint on the cover of the notebook, Chu Guang thought that this should be some kind of token of the Bloodhand n, so he curiously stuffed it into his pocket.

    However, what Chu Guang didn''t expect was that when he opened the front page of the notes, he found that inside was not a list of strange customs or traditions he had imagined, but just a simple diary.

    [January 2, 2129]

    "The war ended at the end of 2128, 2129... In other words, this diary was written in the first year of the Wastnd Era?"

    Chu Guang was very sensitive to numbers and would never forget anything after reading it once.

    Speaking of which, in all the information he had collected so far, there was no information about that war.

    ¡®Maybe this diary can give me a clue.¡¯

    With a hint of curiosity to search for historical sites, Chu Guang looked at the first line under the datebel with the soft light in the room.

    That was a very intriguing sentence.

    [... That day, I survived. ]

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    ...

    Looking for volunteering editors to speed up my releasing speed.

    You will be given a test chapter to test your editing skill and the knowledge of this project.

 Chapter 94.1: Battle Report, Great Victory, and the Coming New Update!

    Chapter 94: Battle Report, Great Victory, and the Coming New Update!

    While Chu Guang was holding the diary to study the history, the Wastnd Online official website forum in another world was extremely lively at the moment.

    The 7 yers who died in the battle went offline one after another and were almost coincidentally on the official website at the same time, bringing first-hand frontline reports to the non-testing yers browsing the forum.

    This battle was much fiercer than before.

    The total force invested by the two sides exceeded onepany, and various tactics of divided encirclement, fire suppression, raid, and counter-raid were used, making almost all yers who participated in the battle scream how exciting it was!

    Especially at the end of the battle.

    Fifty rockets covered the entire battlefield, and everyone jumped out of the trenches to start a charge at the sound of the whistle. At the exaggerated descriptions of yers, even the non-testing yers on the forum became excited as well.

    "Hahaha, lighting firecrackers is too shameless. The other party is probablypletely confused. Where did you learn this shameless operation?"

    "But isn¡¯t the most amazing thing the fact that Mosquito''s rockets can actually be used? Didn''t you say that the methrower that this guy madest time had insufficient chamber pressure and no backfire valve installed, so he burned himself?"

    "Goblin Technology redeemed its dignity."

    "The one-kilogram warhead is still too small! If there is a chance to get the hot air balloon out, I will directly equip it with the 300-pound aerial bomb. It will definitely work!"

    "Hot air balloons may be difficult as they will be a living target when they are in the sky, but you can try to build an engine or a propeller aircraft. Aren''t the Mini-Max series airnes made of wood? If you work hard, you can definitely make it happen!"

    "Build tanks. Tanks are better, but I heard you say that there¡¯s either a city or anti-tank trees near the resurrection point. So it''d probably be quite difficult."

    "Are you really talking about games? Howe I have a strange feeling that you are talking about something different."

    "Ahem, the discussion is about stic models, stic models!"

    Although the discussion continued to digress, as new news continued to be released, the discussion quickly returned to the original topic.

    Whether it was through suggestions, or pure imagination; whether it was testing yers who really believed in the game or pure fun-seeking trolls, what everyone cared most about was the oue of this war.

    Although there has been good news so far, what if this group of closed alpha yers were not strong, or those marauders still had reinforcements?

    If they lost this war, it would be over.

    After all, the official website said that if the yers failed in the "Winter''s Fury" expansion, the game server would be suspended indefinitely, and would beunched after re-debugging.

    As for how long it would be suspended, it was estimated that only the game designer would know.

    Fortunately, enthusiasticizens did not wait long.

    As another yer who "died" from serious injuries was forced to go offline, the news of the victory of the war was brought back to the forum, making many people on the forum feel relieved.

    Makka_Pakka: "I was killed by my teammates! But it''s okay, because it was a victory! 56 marauders, including elite monsters and bosses, were all besieged and annihted! Hahaha, it was great! I killed at least three¡­ No, four, it must be a quadra kill!"

    Quit_smoking: "Then why are you still dead?"

    Ya Ya: "Nooooob! Hahahahaha! As long as you die, then you are a noob. Hahahaha! o(*¨R¨Œ¨Q)¥Ä"

    Makka_Pakka: "Screw you! You even have the audacity to talk about me. You didn''t even participate in the fight!"

    Ya Ya: "Hmph, as we all know, beautiful girls don''t fight. I will y with you when I save enough money to buy an exoframe. @^?^@"

    Quit_smoking: "Then what''s the point of having an ount now?! If you don''t want to y, give me your ess! T.T"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "LMAO, you call this a war? How can you call it a war if you cannot even gather a hundred people to fight? Just recently, the students from our high school had a fight with the students from another high school, and there were at least three to five thousand students involved. If it weren''t for the fact that it would¡¯ve rmed the county,ter on, it would be in the news for sure."

    Irene: "Five thousand people? Is your school called Suzuran All-Boys High School? By the way, how many dishes do they serve in the cafeteria? Do you have to fight each other to get a dish?"

    Night Ten: "Lol."

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Huh? Irene also died?"

    Irene: "You two! Just you wait, I will never forget what you did. ¡£(`§¥¡ä*)9 "

    The_Escaping_Mole: "I''m so scared. (Smiley face)"

    Every time this troll came out, everyone would have a lot of fun. The whole forum was full of joy, and it was like a festive season.

    But this guy was like a gopher. He just taunted the test yers and then immediately left, not giving others a chance to ridicule him.

    Perhaps in his world, he believed that he was fighting against some dark force.

    And those who "ridiculed" and "defamed" him were undoubtedly the moderator''s alt ounts.

    Quit_smoking: "Speaking of which, where''s Mr. Garbage? Why didn''t I see hime to the forum to show off?"

    Irene: "Yes, yes, where''s his sliding attack?"

    Night Ten: "Tsk, this guy is just an embarrassment. The administrator warned us not to set fires to warm up, so this guy was shivering with cold in the trenches. He was afraid of falling asleep, so he told a joke to the people next to him. Maybe the joke was too cold, but no one was amused by him. In the end, he fainted. We didn''t wake him up after the whole battle was over. Later, we carried him back on the wagon as a ¡®wounded¡¯. Sigh, such an embarrassment."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Damnit, did you think I wanted to?! I tried to reconnect a few times, but all it showed was that the character status was abnormal, and I couldn''t connect to it at all! When I finally went online, everyone was already lying in the culture chamber!"

    Night Ten: "It''s an embarrassment anyway."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "@#@%!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Hahahaha, I was the MVP! Who else was more awesome than me?"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "Big Brother is awesome, Goblin Technology is invincible!"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "Stop messing around, I''ve counted the corpses. The total number of people killed was three, but I''m not sure if they were killed by your rockets."

    Night Ten: "Hahaha, battlefield cheerleading squad confirmed! But then again, although the power of Mosquito''s weapon is not that good, it is still fierce enough to bluff people. Those NPCs immediately raised white gs after he used it."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Screw you! You¡¯re the battlefield cheerleading squad! Your whole family is the battlefield cheerleading squad!"

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 Chapter 94.2

    Teng_teng: "Don''t argue, everyone is great. 0.0."

    Old White: "Those retards are not arguing, they have a good rtionship."

    Teng_teng: "Is it the kind of good rtionship between men?"

    Old White: "... How do you want me to answer?"

    After just experiencing such a fun battle, many yers were still excited. They almost wanted to jump out of bed to do a hundred and eighty push-ups to vent the excessive excitement.

    However, their body in reality was not as strong as their body in-game, and the senses in the negative state were not weakened. After a little exercise, their muscles began to fatigue. If they forgot to eat, they would even feel hypoglycemic and dizzy.

    Sure enough, the reality is a garbage game, don''t you think so?

    Ample Time: "Speaking of which, Mole, I heard you followed the administrator to the camp of Bloodhand n?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Yes, but the main force waspletely wiped out by us in the park, so we didn''t fight when we got there. It was just a cutscene, and then we searched the stronghold. To be honest, the details of this game are really incredible. From the underground cells where the prisoners were held to the rooms of the marauders... Tsk tsk, I can only say that sending these people to the gallows is really too easy for them."

    Night Ten: "What did you see? Tell me in detail."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Why do you want to know about this? You can see it tomorrow by yourself if you really want to know about it. It''s like hell on earth. However, this quest would probably not be refreshed once cleared. Even if there are marauders nearby, they are probably all smaller individuals. By the way, since the marauders of the tire factory have been solved, the nearby map should be open to yers soon. I think there are manyndmarks worth exploring, and there should be a lot of good things to be found."

    Ample Time: "This battle was really great. Tomorrow''s spoils distribution must be awesome."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "I have a technical question; can your brick factory''s budget be used in the spoils auction?"

    Ample Time: "Stop daydreaming. That would be considered illegal."

    It was 5000 silver coins after all. If they could use them all, they could rig the entire auction.

    Thest auction was less than three days ago, so everyone didn''t have much money in their pockets. In addition, the rewards for the battle would only be given after the auction, so it was estimated that a lot of things would not be sold this time.

    The_Escaping_Mole: "You are right. Actually, you don''t need 5,000 silver coins, 3,000 silver coins are enough to buy everything. It''s very scary to think what the rich can do."

    Night Ten: "It''s so troublesome. If only a bank existed. I¡¯d directly buy a set of exoframe in installments, and then equip a +14 dmg fully automatic rifle."

    Ample Time: "You are still good at daydreaming."

    In fact, no matter how the spoils were divided, everyone would still get something in this battle.

    Last time, they faced a small team led by the squad leader, and the average ie distributed to everyone was more than 10 silver coins.

    This time, they not only took out 5 teams, but even captured the opponent''s stronghold.

    So how would it be justified if they didn''t receive fifty or sixty silver coins and one hundred contribution points this time?

    At least, they would get fifty silver coins. It should not be less than that!

    The_Escaping_Mole: "By the way, floor B2 is about to open. Is no one curious about what will be on floor B2?"

    Night Ten: "I foresee a big update, it should be the Alpha 0.5 version."

    Ample Time: "Duh."

    Old White: "When can you foresee something useful?"

    Night Ten: "Screw you! If you can do better, then why don''t you tell everyone your thoughts!"

    Ample Time: "Let me just say my theory. It is expected that the next phase of the update will focus on two directions. One is the system of the game itself, and the other is the content of the game."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Master Ample Time, What do you mean?"

    The word master made Ample Time very satisfied. At present, the two most popr professional gamers in the forum were himself, and this Mole.

    After being praised by the Mole, his typing speed became even faster.

    "Let¡¯s first talk about the game system itself. The voices on the forum for developing a simpler attribute interface have always been very loud. But in fact, you neers may not know that in the beginning of this game, let alone the attribute interface, there wasn¡¯t even a level setting. It is so real that all the elements depended on the yers'' own exploration!"

    "But soon, we discovered that the initial attributes of each yer are different. Some are obviously more powerful, some are more perceptive, and some are faster. After asking the dev, we learned that yers have attributes and level settings!"

    ¡°It was said that for the sake of being realistic, it didn''t have an interface, but being too realistic is also a burden. Under our strong suggestion, the development team held a few days of meetings and finally integrated the attributes and level settings into the game in the form of data. The property panels you see now were actually implementedter. It didn''t exist before."

    "Then there is currency. In the beginning, there was no concept of currency at all. The rewards for tree felling were all settled using contribution points. Around the time the alpha 0.3 version came out, the mission system and economic system were greatly improved, and we now have silver coins, and the concept of citizenship and private territory."

    "In fact, yers who have been ying can feel that Wastnd Online''s rules are being improved bit by bit. The development team is also exploring, bncing the lever between reality and gamey."

    "At present, the currency system has been developed and perfected. I estimate that the development team will find ways to improve the operation interface of the yers in the game, such as ''making the umtion of gic sequence development progress more intuitive¡¯. It is best to give ''skill proficiency'' a progress bar, so that it can provide a more fulfilling feeling when ying the game."

    "Furthermore, the content of the game! This part is also what I am most looking forward to!"

    "A lot of people should have noticed that this time after we captured the stronghold of Bloodhand n, we not only took over the equipment of these marauders, but also liberated arge number of prisoners held by the marauders!"

    "Most of these people are survivors of marauder''s persecution. But they are not just random NPCs. They have different identities; some are from shelters, and some are from other survivors'' strongholds... For example, the ces we have been to; Brown farm, even Bett Street, Boulder City, and so on."

    "In their hometown, they may have their own social rtionships, or even have rtives somewhere in this wastnd."

    "The identities of these NPCs may be clues, unlocking more side plots for us. So how to properly arrange them and establish rtionships with these NPCs will also be a brand new test for our ''virtualmunity''!"

    "So, I boldly specte that after this expansion. The next expansion will probably focus on this!"

    Ample Time''s views have been recognized by many people.

    Including professional yers such as The_Escaping_Mole.

    At this stage of the game, the number of yers has far surpassed that of NPCs. If the number of yers was doubled again, it was obviously difficult toplete all the interactions with only the administrator and his assistants.

    If Wastnd Online''s ambition was to create a game world that was close to the real world and build a human-machine-friendly virtualmunity in the virtual field, then the next expansion would definitely revolve around the rtionship between NPCs and yers.

    And these poor people who were rescued were undoubtedly a good opportunity.

    There were also the nearby survivors'' strongholds that had escaped the marauder''s harassment. They must be grateful to them as well.

    Ample Time felt that he had fully figured out the idea of the development team.

    Thinking of this, he, who sat in front of theputer with sleepy eyes, couldn''t help smiling from ear to ear.

    As expected of me!

    Such a genius!

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 Chapter 95.1: Diary, Clue, and Origin

    Chapter 95: Diary, Clue, and Origin

    "Finally." Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Chu Guang put down the diary and notes extracting key information along with the pen in his hand.

    Although he did not find the answer he wanted, the story still provided him with many interesting clues.

    At first, he thought that this diary was about a group of survivors who lost their humanity and finally transformed into a group of marauders.

    Butter, he learned that it was actually a pure modern version of ¡®The Farmer and the Snake¡¯.

    There were three main characters in the diary.

    The name of the diary¡¯s owner was Li Xiu, an ordinary sports news reporter. For simplicity, let''s call him Xiao Li.

    The other was a woman named Sun Lai, but let''s call her Xiao Sun.

    The third person was Xiao Sun''s husband, the guard of a shelter.

    Since the name of the guard was not mentioned in the diary, let''s call him the "sufferer" for the time being.

    This is because after reading the entire diary, Chu Guang felt that this old brother who lived in the diary had a really miserable life.

    The narration at the beginning of the diary was very in. Xiao Li, who had survived the catastrophe, briefly described what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out.

    At that time, the stadium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City was holding a regional basketball game. In the second half of the game when the game was at its most intense moment, the radio suddenly sounded the rm that indicated a nuclear strike.

    [... Almost no one reacted¡ªeven my assistant thought that this sound effect was a special effect to hype up the atmosphere arranged by the organizer. However, I still panicked and ran almost instinctively. I rushed into the basement and found the dormant cabin ced there. When I was about to use it, I hesitated for a moment. ]

    [¡®What if all this is just a bad joke? It will only take a month and my audience will forget mepletely, and I will have nothing,¡¯ I thought to myself¡­ but eventually, I still closed the hatch and pressed the activation button. ]

    [The surroundings started to get cold, and my consciousness went away a little by little. But when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch, the mechanical watch on the door told me that a nuclear war had indeed urred. I had been asleep for more than three years, and now everything outside has changed. I was right, but I didn¡¯t feel lucky at all... I would rather be wrong, and I much preferred it to be a bad joke; at least I would be able to get a lot ofpensation from the organizer that way. Or maybe I should''ve died three years ago. Dying in a utopia is not a bad thing. After all, being alive is torture. ]

    In the following paragraph, Xiao Li described the scenes he saw on the street from his perspective.

    Fragmented streets, riddled concrete buildings, and dead bodies abandoned in the streets to be eaten by crows. It felt like hell on earth.

    The atmosphere was so desperate that it would make people suffocate!

    It was obviously still August, but it was already snowing. In the grey sky, one couldn''t see the sun, or feel any warmth.

    Wandering aimlessly, he found a group of poor people who had also survived in a nearby waste tire factory before he copsed.

    In that era when humanity was far from being annihted, the survivors of the tire factory rescued him, and he also met a woman named Sun Lai there.

    The woman was a nurse, and she had a child younger than 7 years old. She was separated from her husband when the nuclear war broke out, and had been looking for her husband for all these years.

    Li Xiu sympathized with her and expressed willingness to help her.

    There was a yellowed photo in the diary which contained the two of them. Although the woman''s face was covered with traces of experiencing hardship, it couldn''t conceal her good looks.

    Chu Guang didn''t care about their rtionship¡¯s development or theplicated ethical entanglements, so he quickly skipped at least 30 pages of psychological activities and detailed descriptions until he finally saw the clues that really interested him.

    Both Xiao Li and Xiao Sun used scrapped parts to assemble a primitive but reliable radio, and sessfully received a broadcast from a shelter.

    The person on the radio was Sun Lai''s husband¡ªthat was, the sufferer who served as a guard in the shelter.

    In the past three years, the broadcast has not been interrupted for a single day. It sounded punctually at noon every day and continued to broadcast until three o''clock in the afternoon.

    The content of the broadcast was information used to look for his wife and child who had been separated from him for three years.

    When Xiao Sun realized that her husband had never given up looking for her, she, who was already a little shaken, cried out in Xiao Li''s arms.

    Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn''t seem to be very happy. He didn''t even mention her husband''s name in the diary. He just used ¡®that man¡¯ to refer to him and described the whole thing in just a few sentences.

    But what happened next gradually became interesting.

    As the guard of the shelter, the sufferer was kept in the shelter before the outbreak of the nuclear war.

    Knowing that his wife and child were still alive, he immediately found a way to contact his friend who had worked in the police station, guided his friends to bring supplies, and rescue the poor people living in the tire factory.

    These supplies came in great use.

    Moreover, the sufferer relied on the almost unlimited knowledge reserve in the shelter to actively help the survivors of the tire factory, instructing them on what they needed to collect, how to build their own shelters, and how to survive the severe cold weather and hunger.

    It was like a remote control.

    Xiao Li and Xiao Sun were very cooperative, but they concealed one thing¡ªthe shelter.

    People were selfish.

    If these survivors knew that there was a shelter that could be contacted by them nearby, it was difficult to say whether they could still live as brave, united, and mutually supportive as they were now. They may even harbor malicious ideas and force them to disclose the location of the shelter, or do something even more outrageous.

    The credit all went to Xiao Li temporarily, and the existence of the shelter were concealed. He was like an omnipotent genius and won everyone''s support.

    This was not a bad thing.

    But leading a group of survivors was not an easy task after all.

    Especially since the collected materials would run out one day, and there was no hope for the end of this endless winter.

    The owner of the diary had a clear idea from the beginning. He knew very well that only by entering the shelter could he get absolute safety.

    So he tried to persuade Xiao Sun, telling her that shelter was the only way out.

    This was not only for her sake, but also for her child.

    No matter what the reason was, Xiao Sun was obviously persuaded. Whenpared with a shelter with a good environment, no one wanted to stay in hell and suffer.

    Besides, her husband was inside the shelter, and it was not impossible to get in.

    However, the two of them didn''t know that once the door of the shelter was closed, it was not so easy to open it. The so-called being able to get in was just wishful thinking.

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 Chapter 95.2

    Although the sufferer also wanted to see his wife and child, only the administrator had authority over the shelter gate.

    As a security guard, let alone open the gate, he didn''t even have the qualifications to see the administrator.

    Not only that.

    In principle, after the shelter gate was closed, the radio would be silent immediately. No one was allowed to send messages to the outside world in any form. If found, they would be severely punished.

    Arge part of the reason why he could send signals to the outside world and receive information from the outside world was that the shelter he was in is a bit special.

    The shelter hid a low-power signal tower on the surface, and monitoring the signals in the nearby area every day was his job.

    Yes, he took advantage of his position.

    For whatever reason he did it, this was not a glorious thing.

    He hadn''t even figured out how to confess, let alone how to beg the administrator to open the gate.

    The worst result was that when he exined all this truthfully, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment by the administrator on the charge of a traitor. He would be kept in a dormant cabin forever, and tried byw after the order was restored.

    At that time, he would lose contact with his wife and child forever.

    The above were all Chu Guang''s spection based on the content of the diary.

    After all, the diary did not record the psychological activities of the sufferer, but briefly stated clues about "the silence in the radio" and "the door being unable to be opened".

    Later, out of guilt for his wife and child, the sufferer guided them via radio and found some hidden supply points that would not be marked on the regr evacuation map.

    The supplies there were very rich as they contained not only food, medicine, and clean drinking water, but even police weapons for anti-riot purposes.

    These supplies allowed the survivors of the tire factory to live a period of worry-free life and even rescue another group of survivors that wandered over from the nearby city.

    The owner of this diary had naturally be the savior in the eyes of these people, and even the hero in the eyes of other people''s wives and children.

    But this worry-free life did notst long.

    It could be seen from the second half of the diary that as the supplies were exhausted, the conflicts and disagreements between people gradually intensified.

    At the beginning, everyone, regardless of age or sex, was able to enjoy two boxes of canned meat, an unlimited supply of self-heating rice, and even iced and delicious beer to drink every day.

    Later, the survivormunity began to ban alcohol. Meat could only be reserved for young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, scavenge, and pregnant women. The porridge became thinner and thinner and even had to be mixed with some bark.

    In the end, all the hoarded supplies were exhausted. But the weather only got colder and colder.

    Everything was getting worse. There was no sign of improvement at all, and even the most optimistic people couldn''t see any hope at all.

    Some people said that the winter wouldst a long time.

    Some people said that it was a rumor and that there was no nuclear winter at all.

    Then there was a voice rebutting, saying that maybe it was not just nuclear weapons. After all, it was once said in the news that they had already mastered something more deterrent than nuclear weapons.

    But if it really existed, was everything in front of them fake?

    They had not seen even the most primitive nuclear bombs, and the source of their knowledge came from other people, so they couldn''t distinguish what was true and what was just spection and conjecture.

    Suspicions andints spread among the survivors. Some chose to leave, while those who stayed gradually turned against each other.

    Perhaps¡­¡­

    From the beginning, they shouldn''t have taken in the wandering survivors.

    But who was not a wanderer at this point?

    In other words, who should they exclude?

    When the disagreement increased to an irreconcble degree, it eventually turned into a fierce conflict. The cause may just be a piece of moldy bread, or even a bone¡ªit no longer mattered anymore.

    The fight was finally suppressed by Xiao Li''s gunshots, but from that moment on, his dream about being the savior was alsopletely shattered.

    Sun Lai''s child died in that fight, and she herself went crazy¡ªdisappearing in the heavy snow one night and never appearing again.

    Xiao Li himself was immersed in regret and pain, and the content of the diary gradually moved to the other extreme, the original neat and meticulous writing bing scribbled and perfunctory.

    Sometimes, there was an entry once every few days, and sometimes, the owner of the diary forgot to even update it for a month.

    The date on thest page was fixed in the fourth year of the Wastnd Era.

    [... I am still looking for that shelter; that is my only hope. Although I know that hope is very slim, the outside world is hell. ]

    This was thest line he wrote.

    Until the end of his life, he was still looking for a utopia that he had never found.

    "This diary can be put in a museum for exhibition... If, one day, museums and history be valuable on this again, someone should know what happened here."

    "Forget it, it''s better to update it on the official website. Mhm, keep it under the setting information of the ''Bloodhand n''."

    "A server in another world is more reliable than a museum in the wastnd."

    Although the diary exined the origin of the Bloodhand n, it did not mention the ending of Xiao Li.

    But this was not important.

    The bloody handprint on the cover, in a sense, has exined everything, and it was no ident that he left it.

    Chu Guang once heard Hein say that two years ago, the leader of the Bloodhand n was not called "Bear", but a man called "Eagle". His body was hung on a streetmp not far from the entrance of the tire factory.

    Before the "Eagle", it was the "Snake" whose eyes were scooped out.

    In terms of even older leaders, no one could remember their names anymore.

    Legend has it that none of the leaders of the Bloodhand n had a good end, and almost all of them were killed by their sessors.

    This diary with a bloody handprint seemed to be under a certain vicious curse. It was regarded as a spiritual totem by those marauders. Together with the bloody and violent culture, it has been passed down from generation to generation.

    But in the generation of "Bear", the cycle of evil was finally shattered by the hammer of justice.

    With a light sigh, Chu Guang closed the diary in his hand.

    "Little Seven, I''m going to sleep. Help me turn off the lights, and remember to wake up Xia Yan."

    "As for me, it''s 1 o''clock in the afternoon¡­ Forget it, let me sleep until I wake up naturally."

    "Those spoils will be split after I wake up. If yers ask you about it, you can tell them that... the appraisal of the spoils has not finished yet."

    As we all know, unapprised equipment cannot be equipped. This is themon sense of MMORPGs, which is very reasonable.

    And Little Seven''s voice was always so sweet.

    "Okay, Master."

    "Night night."

    The light in the room gradually softened, and the room finally returned to darkness.

    Maybe Chu Guang would have a good dream.

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 Chapter 96.1: The Second Basement Floor of Shelter 404!

    Chapter 96: The Second Basement Floor of Shelter 404!

    Chu Guang had a long, long dream.

    This time, it was not a dream about him being hit by a truck after a long day of work, but a dream about him ying Civilization IV in speedrun mode.

    He began from a primitive civilization, sending out scouts to scout viges crazily and leveling up his tech continuously¡­ After ying thousands of rounds, he finally defeated a few deity-level AIs and got the scientific victory notice.

    But when he opened his eyes, everything was gone.

    "Fuck! Can''t you let me finish my dream?!"

    If he continued to y it, he might even level up to Civilization: Beyond Earth.

    He sat up from the bed and stretched, cracking the bones all over his body.

    A thought suddenly hit Chu Guang, and he immediately went to the residents'' lobby next door and found the medical examination equipment to do a full-body examination on himself.

    As he expected, he really leveled up!

    [ID: Chu Guang

    Gic Sequence: Administrator

    Level: Lv.8 ¡ú Lv.9

    Basic Attributes

    Strength: 10 ¡ú 11

    Agility: 6

    Physique: 8

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 7

    Skills: Wild Instinct]

    "Sure enough, one can grow faster by sleeping."

    So good children should sleep earlier.

    After checking the electronic version of the medical report in front of theputer, Chu Guang dragged it into a folder and archived it. He stood up and stretched his arm.

    With 220% of a normal adult male¡¯s average strength coupled with the additional buff provided by the "Wild Instinct" attribute, Chu Guang felt he could kick some arse.

    "It''s time to go out and get something to eat."

    ¡®Oh right, I also have to split the spoils for the yers.¡¯

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang hummed a little tune and walked into the buffer room. He put on the exoskeleton ced there and hung the sledgehammer firmly behind him.

    After everything was ready, he stepped onto the elevator leading to the surface.

    It was 5:30 in the afternoon in wastnd time, which was when the outpost was the busiest.

    Especially the market at the north gate, which was crowded with yers returning from picking up waste.

    Although it was snowing again, it did not affect the lively atmosphere here.

    Now, yers have developed a habit of setting up a stall and selling the things they had collected outside at the north gate. Only when no one was interested in buying them would they sell them to the warehouse.

    After doing this, they could earn two more copper coins, and those yers who had shopping needs would alsoe here before going to the NPCs'' stores.

    "I don''t know whether to say that they are indifferent or strong. One-tenth of their people died yesterday, but there was no one who mourned for the dead. No one even set up a decent funeral." Standing at the north gate, Lena looked on with an expression of surprise as she observed these people in blue coats.

    She found that there was no trace of sorrow on their faces.

    "Indifference and strength do not conflict. The world has be like this. If you are not strong, you will be defeated by yourself before being defeated by others."

    It was also a first for Hein to see this kind of shelter resident, but he had seen many strange things, after all, so he was just surprised.

    Since it exists, it means it''s reasonable.

    Moreover, if they were the kind of weak people who indulged in grief, it might be another group of people that stood here.

    Attracted by a stall next to him, Hein stepped forward, looked at the Cracklew Crab legs on the iron shelf for a while, and asked curiously. "How much is this?"

    Ya Ya looked up at the NPC.

    Although she didn''t understand what he said, she could probably guess by looking at his gestures. He probably wanted to buy her grilled crab legs.

    Ya Ya wagged her index finger.

    "The small one is 1 silver coin." She hadn''t figured out the price for the big one yet. She nned to think about it carefully for a little bit longer. After all, it was not cheap to buy the raw material from the warehouse.

    Does she mean one chip?

    The survivors in Qingquan City seem to use chips.

    "Then I''ll have two."

    Hein put up two fingers, then took two chips out of his pocket and threw them into Ya Ya''s outstretched hand.

    However, Ya Ya shook her head straight after seeing the chips. She hurriedly took out two silver coins, and shook them in front of him.

    Hein and Lena looked dumbfounded.

    They have been to so many ces, but they have never seen a metal coin such as that.

    Seeing that they didn''t respond, Ya Ya sighed helplessly, reached out, and picked up two chips.

    "Two chips are equivalent to one silver coin." As she said, she touched two chips and a silver coin, indicating that they were equal. Then she took out a grilled crab leg and handed it to Hein who was standing in front of the stall.

    ¡®2 chips for one grilled crab leg?!¡¯

    ¡®Is she crazy!¡¯

    ¡®I wouldn''t mind it that much if it''s for therger one, but this small crab leg is obviously only two kilos, and the crab meat inside is probably less than one kilo.¡¯

    Hein''s brows twitched, but he couldn''t say anything.

    After all, he was now living under other people''s roofs, so it was better to avoid conflicts.

    ¡®Damnit! So expensive!¡¯

    ¡®In such a rural area, 2 chips can buy a lot of supplies!¡¯

    Hein didn''t want to buy a second one, but he still looked at hispanion and asked politely. "Do you want some?"

    Lena didn''t talk nonsense. She grabbed half of it with her left hand, neatly broke the crab leg into two with her right hand, and then shook the half in her hand.

    "I''ll take this."

    "..."

    ustomed to this woman''s rudeness, Hein shook his head without saying anything, and took a bite of the soft and tender crab meat.

    ¡®Mhm.¡¯

    ¡®I must admit that it''s delicious.¡¯

    It was just that there were no condiments on the street stall, and it was still far inferior to the meal that Chu Guang invited him to eat two days ago.

    And it didn''t seem to be that fresh...

    After eating the crab meat, Lena licked the juice at the corner of her mouth, looked at the people at the North Gate Market, and abruptly spoke. "What do you think of their strength?"

    Hein thought for a while and gave a fair evaluation. "Very strong. Whether it is their ability to handle pressure or other abilities, these people are much better than other shelter residents I¡®ve seen before."

    "Especially their leader; I am afraid that he is on the verge of awakening¡­ but I don''t get it. They are not barbarians who worship brute force. It¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve seen a leader of a force who trains himself to the extent that he nearly awakens. Isn¡¯t it much better tomand his people in the rear?"

    Halfway through, Hein suddenly noticed the intriguing expression on Lena''s face and hesitated for a moment.

    "What are you thinking?"

    "Not about you anyway," Lena made no secret of what she thought, flicking her hair and speaking bluntly. "I like strong males."

    Hein gave her a mocking look, then nced at the girl grilling crab legs next to him and said. "Look, if even a girl like her is grilling crabs, I don''t think that man will be interested in you."

    Perceiving Lena''s unkind eyes, Hein shrugged and left while making a gesture of surrender, indicating that he was not her opponent...

    While the two chatted, Chu Guang, carrying a sledgehammer, walked towards the north gate.

    When the yers saw the administrator, they immediately surrounded him with bright eyes.

    Spoils!

    Contribution points!

    There is also favorability!

    Without waiting for yers to say anything to tter him, Chu Guang raised his right fist majestically and signaled yers to gather around like real NPC.

    Then he announced in a sonorous voice.

    "I''m going to split the spoils!"

    "The same old rules apply, so I am not going to repeat them."

    Reaching the carts piled with spoils, Chu Guang picked up a rifled double-barreled shotgun and started doing the work that an NPC should do - appraise the equipment!

    "... This is an 18mm caliber double-barreled shotgun. His previous owner was the leader of the Bloodhand n, Bear. Although like Cha, he had done evil all his life and was eventually sent to hell by the hammer of justice, his weapon is innocent. There is a bear engraved on the wooden stock. The writings below may be inurate, but it''s not important. Marauders are not educated people anyway."

    "Now we begin the bidding. The starting price is 40 silver coins, and the highest price is 80 silver¡ª¡±

    "80 silver coins!"

    Chu Guang: "...?"

    The yers around who were ready to call out their prices all cursed loudly.

    "Fuck!"

    "It''s this guy again!"

    "He''s too damn fast!"

    Chu Guang was also speechless.

    Originally, he thought that except for the barrel of this broken gun, which was made of good steel, there was nothing good about it. So, he casually gave it a price that was neither high nor low.

    But he didn''t expect that it would still be sold out in a second.

    However, looking at the regretful expressions on the faces of other yers, he understood in an instant.

    "Tsk, I''m careless... Boss''s equipment has a collection value."

    What was that called?

    Anyway, it''s a weapon with a name!

    Despite feeling regretful, Chu Guang didn''t take it too seriously.

    He wasn¡¯t a man who would be bothered by such trivial matters.

    Besides, there were five weapons of the five squad leaders here. He could easily make up some stories about them and sell those weapons at high prices.

    Anyway, this could be regarded as robbing the rich and helping the poor.

    The pace of the auction was very fast, and all fifty main weapons were sold within half an hour.

    The remaining bits and pieces were priced at 1 silver each piece, and yers could choose at will. If there were still some left, the rest would be priced at 1 copper coin each and pulled to the warehouse and sorted slowly.

    Of the 50 pieces of equipment, 20 pieces were unsold, and 30 pieces were sold for a total of 971 silver. After deducting 10% of the transaction tax and rounding it down, there ended up being 873 silver!

    In addition, 29 prisoners were also counted as 5 silver coins per person ording to the team battle reward rules, which tranted into a total of 145 silver coins.

    Adding on the 21 veteran marauders killed in the battle, 5 marauder squad leaders, 1 boss marauder, and a series of side quests such as capturing the stronghold and rescuing the prisoners, the total rewards actually reached 4371 silver coins!

    In contrast, the funds raised by the auction were small.

    All 82 yers participating in the battle could get at least 50 silver coins, and some could even get 60!

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 Chapter 96.2

    It was just like getting rich overnight!

    In terms of the yers who died in the battle, apart from the rewards from the spoils, there were also pensions specially issued by the administrator.

    However, the amount of the pension was not high. Let¡¯s use a yer with an Lv1 gic sequence as an example. Each level could get 1 silver coin per day, so the yers of this level could get 3 silver coins in three days.

    Lv2 yers would get 6 silver, Lv3 yers would get 9 silver, and so on.

    This didn¡¯t provide much money, but it was better than nothing. Three dayster, they would be able to log into the game again.

    "Long live the administrator!"

    "Fuck yeah! I have a gun now, hahaha!"

    "Wuu Wuu, 41 silver coins! I''ve never been so rich!"

    "Hurry up and buy something!"

    The Combat Profession yers cheered loudly. Holding the silver coins handed out by Chu Guang, they went to spend the money happily.

    The eight Life Profession yers who did not participate in the battle cried with envy as they watched from the side. If they knew the rewards were so high, they would''ve taken their spades and sticks and rushed to the frontline.

    Ya Ya secretly priced her crab legs at 3 silver coins after seeing the auction results.

    Lena and Hein, who watched from the side, looked dumbfounded. It took them a while before they swallowed andmunicated in low voices.

    "What are they doing?"

    "It seems to be an auction."

    "I don''t understand, why do they have to spend money to buy back their own spoils? Shouldn''t those spoils belong to whoever picked them up?"

    "I also don''t understand it, but I''m shocked."

    Hein suddenly had a new understanding of the young ruler. Although he didn''t know what methods or spells this man used, this man had clearly mastered the art of power to the extreme.

    There was nothingmendable about a ruler who was able to make farmers hand in their harvest. After all, anyone was able to load a rifle.

    But if a group of farmers was willing, even grateful, to use the coins in their hands to buy back their own harvest...

    Probably only the devil had this kind of ability.

    In any case, this was the second time that Hein had raised his evaluation and opinion of Chu Guang.

    However, Chu Guang did not care how others evaluated him.

    Compared to Kiri from Empyrean, Chu Guang felt that he was already a good person. At least he wouldn''t scam yers, nor would he fool them with a hidden loot drop rate.

    Does anyone really think that more money can make yers happy?

    People who think this way mostly y too few games. They have never seen a game where yers would be rewarded with hundreds of millions and billions of gold coins in every mission. In the end, only the yers who are new to those games are satisfied, with the old and loyal yers feeling like they were betrayed by the game.

    Yes, Chu Guang had been scammed by gamepanies more than once, so he was very careful when designing the economic system of Wastnd Online.

    He knew very well that he was not like those real greedy game publishers, who would sell some "divine outfits" to milk yers dry.

    Amidst the cheers of the yers, Chu Guang waved his hand, went through the north gate and returned to the nursing home, and took the elevator to the underground.

    The elevator to the B2 floor was in the residential lobby on floor B1. It was still locked and there were only a few hours left before it would be opened.

    Taking advantage of some free time, Chu Guang sat in front of theputer and updated the information he had sorted out from "Bloodhand Diary" on the official website for those non-test yers.

    Then Chu Guang collected the ideas on the forum for a while, and looked over the posts that he didn''t have time to readst night like reading memorials.

    Some of these ideas were really good, so he decided to add them to the alpha 0.5 version update.

    Time passed by quickly, and it was finally two o''clock in the morning.

    Seeing that it was almost time, Chu Guang stretched his body and stood up from the chair. He put on the exoskeleton suit again, and put a sledgehammer on his back.

    Although the possibility of the first administrator harming him was only one in ten thousand, it was still better to be careful.

    "Little Seven, I''m going down now." Little Seven, who had already returned to the corner to charge, raised its camera and nodded happily.

    "Mhm. Be careful, master." Chu Guang, who was about to get on the elevator, stopped and looked back at the robot.

    "What do you mean be careful? Is something dangerous down there? Or do you know something?"

    Being stumped by the series of questions, Little Seven froze for a long time before saying in a dull voice.

    "I don''t know, eh¡­ probably not?"

    "Then why do you want me to be careful?"

    "Ah?! That, that is just a saying stored in thenguage database..."

    ¡®Uh.¡¯

    ¡®There''s a thing such as that?¡¯

    "... Come with me."

    Looking at Little Seven who stopped talking and rolled next to him, Chu Guang stepped onto the elevator heading to the B2 floor, less worried.

    It was not that he was scared.

    He was just trying to be cautious.

    As Chu Guang stepped in, two buttonsbeled B1 and B2, as well as authorized dialogue boxes, immediately appeared on the originally dark touch screen.

    Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and pressed B2 without hesitation.

    The door closed lightly, and the elevator began to descend. However, the door opened again in less than three seconds, and a gust of dry and refreshing air rushed through the crack of the door.

    There was even a refreshing fragrance to it.

    "... Air freshener?"

    Chu Guang had a weird expression and nced at Little Seven next to him.

    "Go explore the floor first."

    "Okay..."

    The voice sounded weak and even a little upset.

    But Little Seven still listened to its master''s words, and rolled its wheels sulkily.

    Holding the hammer handle behind him in his right hand, Chu Guang walked forward steadily and cautiously stepped into this area that was said to have been unattended for more than a century.

    The floor here was very clean. There was no trace of dust, and no creaking sound could be heard when stepping on it.

    Not only the floor, but the surroundings were so brand new that there was not even a trace of someone having lived in this ce before.

    The elevator was located in the center of the circr lobby, simr to the stage of a circr theater, and the area here was more spacious than the residential lobby on floor B1.

    There were four gates located in the south, east, north, and west of the lobby. Behind the gates was a straight main corridor and four fan-shaped areas divided by the main corridor.

    There were controble alloy doors between adjacent partitions, which were usually opened by default. If necessary, the gates could be lowered to iste the partitions as a whole.

    Among them, Zone A was a functional area, and the facilities inside seemed to be quiteplicated. Chu Guang intended to leave it and exploreter.

    As for the structure of Zone B, C, and D, it was very simple. He could guess from the floor n posted at the entrance that this was a residential area.

    The densely packed doors and numbers were like pigeon cages, filling the entire corridor. It was roughly estimated that the area of each room was only 4~5 square meters, which was enough for one culture chamber and one table. It was less than half of the area of the rooms on floor B1.

    "Can people really live in this kind of ce?" Chu Guang, who was walking in Zone C, was secretly shocked. He opened a room and found that there was only a culture chamber in it.

    ¡®Alright then.¡¯

    ¡®Maybe this is not a ce for people to live.¡¯

    "... The room is a bit smaller, but the quadruple room has been changed to a standard room, which can be considered as a concern for the yers'' privacy."

    There were two hundred rooms in each partition, and the rooms in Zone C and Zone D were equipped with culture chambers. So, there were four hundred rooms in total.

    The poption limit of the shelter was directly increased from one hundred to five hundred. This was undoubtedly good news for Chu Guang, who was in short supply ofbor.

    So many ces, it was enough tost for several versions!

    The only pity was that thisrge poption was probably not needed in winter.

    But it didn''t matter, it would be useful in spring!

    As for Zone B, it had a verymon configuration. There was only a bed and a foldable table in each room, without even a stool.

    ¡®This should be the living area,¡¯ Chu Guang internally thought. However, after he searched all the rooms, he couldn''t find a single personal thing left behind.

    Including the matching bedding, everything was neatly folded, simr-looking to a tofu block. Even if he used a ruler to measure it, he probably would not be able to find any errors.

    "...If someone has ever lived in this ce, it wouldn''t be this clean."

    Just when Chu Guang was thinking like this, he, who walked to thest room on the main corridor in Zone B, was slightly stunned.

    Not only did he stop, but Little Seven who was rolling in front also stopped.

    "Master, there seems to be something on the ground."

    "I saw it."

    It was a card, and it looked a bit like an ID card.

    The card fell in front of the room at the end of the corridor, and it was just below the doorknob¡­ It looked like it was left there on purpose.

    Chu Guang stepped forward and picked up the card.

    The light from the ceiling of the corridor was shed on the white card. Following the hexagonal pattern, Chu Guang could see the metal-like luster, but it was impossible to identify what material it was made of.

    There were no photos or names on the card, only a word unclear as to whether it represented upations or a code name,

    "... Guard?"

    Chu Guang seemed to have understood something.

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 Chapter 97.1: The Morphogenetic Field

    Chapter 97: The Morphogic Field

    The answer was obviously hidden in the room in front of Chu Guang.

    Without hesitation, Chu Guang unlocked the door with his own authority.

    Unlike the other rooms in Zone B, this room had not been cleaned. Personal belongings were ced on the open folding table, and the bed next to it was unfolded.

    It was worth noting that there was a blue coat and trousers on the floor of the room positioned with the sleeves and trouser legs spread out, like a man lying on his stomach.

    On the right sleeve¡¯s cuff was a ¡°retro style¡± revolver.

    It was like...

    Recovering a crime scene?

    However, the most criticalponent¡ªthe corpse¡ªwas gone, so it looked a little funny.

    "... Is this also the bad taste of the first administrator?" Chu Guang subconsciously looked at the wall on the left side of the room, but did not see the bullet hole there.

    Then, he stepped forward and picked up the revolver. After he checked the gun, he found that there were only 5 bullets.

    "There are no blood stains, no bullet holes, and no bullet casings... Only the weapon and clothes are left."

    When Chu Guang walked to the table, he noticed a diary and a pen.

    There was a button on the pen tip.

    Chu Guang pressed it curiously. To his surprise, a recording started to y from the pen.

    "... (white noise)..."

    "Is there anything else you want to exin?"

    "No, nothing else."

    ¡®This is a recording pen?¡¯

    ¡®From the content of the recording, it seems to be an interrogation.¡¯

    Chu Guang was a little curious, and continued to listen.

    The voice of the person in charge of the interrogation sounded a little younger, while the person being interrogated seemed a bit dispirited or tired.

    He didn''t seem to care much about what would happen to him, sounding as if he just wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

    Guard: "... So, what do you n to do? Punish me for dereliction of duty?"

    Interrogator: "I don''t n to do anything."

    Guard: "... What do you mean you don''t n to do anything?"

    Interrogator: "When I reported it to the professor, the professor only said he got it, and then stopped asking for anything more. When I asked him what to do with you, he said the punishment is unnecessary. You just did what anyone would do in that situation."

    Guard (Agitated): "I''m not asking for your forgiveness! Listen, I made a very serious mistake, I... I shouldn''t pretend to think that I can be a savior. My arrogance and stupidity have harmed everyone. If I didn¡¯t do anything from the beginning... Maybe it wouldn''t be so bad.¡±

    The man¡¯s voice was hysterical, tapering off with choked sobs.

    However, the interrogator''s voice didn''t have too many fluctuations in his tone from beginning to end¡ªit was neutrally calm.

    Interrogator: "This is an interesting hypothesis, but since the professor has said that you are not guilty, I don''t think you need to me yourself so much. If this doesn''t convince you, then please think about this. Do you think you are smarter than the professor?"

    Guard: "... How would I dare topare myself with him?"

    Interrogator: "It seems that you aren''t that stupid after all. Then, let me ask you one more question. Since you know that you are not smarter than him, why do you naively think that he wouldn''t notice it?"

    Guard: "... What do you mean?"

    Interrogator: "What is the name of the subject we are studying?"

    Guard: "...The morphogic field? I don''t understand it very well. Wait, you mean, the professor knew from the beginning that I was using that radio station tomunicate with the outside world? The survivors of the tire factory, including the Li Xiu¡ª"

    Interrogator: "When we study thews of motion of macroscopic objects under the framework of ssical mechanics, we will selectively ignore the elementary particles that make up the object. This is not because we do not know that matter is made of smaller particles, but because there is no need to consider it in this situation."

    Interrogator: "For the same reason, it is impossible to predict different choices made by a certain person at different stages of life. But when applied to a collection of people, thew of the development of macro events is traceable. If you are interested, you can think about this question. Anyway, from now on, you have a lot of time to squander."

    Guard: "This is part of the interrogation?"

    Interrogator: "That''s right, but the interrogation¡¯s main purpose is still to give you psychological counseling. The professor wanted me to tell you not to me yourself too much. Everything that happened here is just one section of tens of thousands of experiments. We will usher in the final victory. By the way, the person you have been in contact with probably died. We received another message from the same terminal, but it was obviously not sent by him."

    "The survivors of the tire factory hope we can take them in, but they lied at least three times in just one sentence. We will continue to track and record the surrounding radio signals and the changes in the shielding field strength, but we will no longer respond to the signals. This work will now be carried out by AI, and we will enter the true sense of silence. You can rest assured that no one will make any more mistakes."

    Then there was the sound of the door closing.

    After a long silence, just when Chu Guang was wondering if it was over, a gunshot suddenly came from the recorder, which shocked him who was listening attentively.

    "Oh c¡¯mon! Are you serious!"

    "... At least tell me what the morphogic field is."

    Chu Guang vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard this word before. But it was not from this world, but before he came into this wastnd.

    Around the 1980s, Dr. Rupert Sheldrake of the Royal Society of London put forward a controversial theory of "resonance".

    ording to Dr. Rupert¡¯s theory, not only the elementary particles that make up matter would resonate, but abstract events would have a resonance effect too.

    Based on this conjecture, he called the ce where simr things happened continuously the "morphogic field", and called the same type of events "morphogic resonance."

    However, one can imagine how unreliable conjectures based on conjectures are.

    Just like many conjectures about the multiverse and aliens, you have neither reliable means to prove its validity, nor reliable means to prove its invalidity.

    Even if it looks "obvious".

    "... Does this recording mean that the technology used to project the consciousness of the yers in the parallel world into this world is rted to a certain spection proposed by the morphogic field theory?"

    "For example, with the help of an unknown field spanning the dimension of space, triggering resonance between consciousness bodies may be possible."

    "Gasp¡­ this gives me headaches."

    ¡®By the way, why am I thinking about these things?¡¯

    ¡®It¡¯s good enough for me as long as it¡¯s useful.¡¯

    ¡®It is meaningless to invest time and energy into things that would not produce any results. When there are more clues, the final truth will naturally be revealed.¡¯

    The information that Chu Guang could take from this recording was that the study of morphogic fields was the main topic of Shelter No. 404.

    Whenbining the information obtained when he first came here, it can be seen that this subject waspleted probably more than a century ago.

    But then again, was this the first administrator called Professor?

    This guy was even more fake than himself.

    Putting aside the extremely scary details in the recorder, Chu Guang was able to confirm the identity of this guard, who was the sufferer mentioned in the "Bloodhand Diary".

    And the utopia that Bloodhand n''s original "leader" was looking for until the end was shelter No. 404 at his feet.

    Chu Guang picked up the nameless diary on the table.

    The timeline in the diary basically coincided with the "Bloodhand Diary" he had read before.

    This guy had always guided remotely through radio, making suggestions to the first-generation leader of the "Bloodhand n" and helping the survivors who were abandoned on the wastnd.

    It was a pity that his kindness seemed to have brought about bad results.

    The remaining mess had tortured the survivors in the northern suburbs for hundreds of years and was only ended nearly two centuriester.

    Unexpectedly, Shelter No. 404 and Bloodhand n actually had such a rtionship, and the cause of everything was actually because of a radio signal.

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 Chapter 97.2

    "... How unfortunate."

    Chu Guang shook his head and decided to file this diary and the diary with a bloody handprint together.

    In addition to a silver revolver, Chu Guang found a lot of good things here, such as a box of 10mm caliber revolver ammunition.

    There were more than 30 bullets in the ammunition box. Each bullet was as long as an index finger and had no traces of oxidation on the surface. They looked brand new.

    ¡®Those bullets look quite big, and it feels like they are more powerful than rifle ammunition. I wonder if I can kill a creeper in one shot with them.¡¯

    ¡®Anyway, it is definitely enough to kill a Cruncher in one shot.¡¯

    Chu Guang noticed that there was a silver python printed on the packaging of the ammunition box, exactly the same as the symbol on the brown handle of the silver revolver.

    Looking at the revolver in his hand, Chu Guang thought for a moment, muttering to himself.

    "I will just call you ''Silver Snake''."

    In addition to "Silver Snake", Chu Guang also found a baton under the folding table. When looking for something else in the storagepartment under the bed, he found a new surprise.

    "A red dot sight scope?"

    The width of the buckle was retractable, so it could fit on the barrel of "Silver Snake". What surprised Chu Guang was that this little gadget still had electricity!

    "Twice the magnification and the adjustable density¡­ this thing is great."

    Of course, Chu Guang didn''t n to use it on the revolver. It would be a waste to equip such short-rifled melee weapons with sights.

    It just so happened that he had a newly repaired assault rifle that could use this thing on. With the red dot sight installed, it could be considered a halfplete loadout.

    ...

    After leaving the room, Chu Guang crossed the end of the circr corridor in Zone B connecting Zone A.

    This was a functional area on the second basement floor, with separate toilets and public bathrooms for men and women and a public dining hall that could amodate up to 100 people at the same time.

    It could be seen that the living space here was still verypact. Not only would people have to go to the toilet and take a shower at different times, but they would also have to line up for meals.

    But one thing that was good was that the quality of life here was not bad.

    The shower was a 360¡ã panoramic water self-cleaning system, so people did not even need to move when taking a shower. The same was true for the toilet¡ªpeople just needed to take a dump, then the water and ultrasonic vibration could remove nanoscale filth; even paper was no longer needed.

    With this, Chu Guang would no longer need to worry about stepping onto something strange around the outpost.

    Chu Guang tried the faucet and was surprised to find that the water was still running, and that he could even use hot water.

    "I thought this shelter was just an empty shell..."

    But now it seems that only floor B1 was empty.

    Little Seven interrupted and said, "How could it be an empty shell? You saw it too, didn¡¯t you? People used to live here."

    Chu Guang: "Where are those people now?"

    Little Seven: "Hmm, I don''t know. "

    An expected answer.

    But Chu Guang didn''t mind. Anyway, one day, he would figure out all the secrets of this shelter.

    After reviewing these facilities, Chu Guang''s initial idea was to move all the 100 culture chambers on floor B1 to floor B2.

    The culture chambers were equipped with a wireless power supply anyways, which could be connected to any corner of the shelter.

    There were 200 vacant rooms avable in Zone B on floor B2. Although the area was a little narrow, the yers should be very happy to be able to change from a quadruple room to an independent standard room.

    After all, for them, this was just a saving point.

    As for the beds and bedding, he could put them in the empty room on floor B1, where they would always be useful in the future.

    There was no need to worry aboutmuting.

    The shelter only had one elevator to and from the surface, but there were 8 elevators internally.

    These included two freight elevators for transporting materials and six elevators formuting, which were more than enough for the yers tomute between floors in the shelter.

    The elevator outside the shelter could be modified in the future.

    If there was really no way to modify it, the nursing home could be demolished and a bigger hole could be dug. He could also let the yers rebuild a more spacious house for themselves.

    This was not a problem at all.

    Chu Guang turned the faucet on and off, and suddenly asked.

    "By the way, is there a limit to the amount of water avable here?"

    Chu Guang had had enough of using activated carbon to filterke water and rainwater. No matter how it was filtered, the water still tasted a little strange.

    Little Seven tilted the camera. "No, I guess? ording to the data, the shelter''s water resources seem to be replenished by rainwater. In theory, it will always be supplied as long as there is electricity, but it is better not to transfer the water out. It¡¯s fine if you use it normally in the shelter. Sewage water will also enter the inner cirction system of the shelter and be reused after beingpletely filtered. A small amount of loss is fine, but if arge amount of water is transferred out, it may cause a certain load on the water cirction system of the shelter."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Where will the filtered filth go?"

    Little Seven: "Probably to the fermentation room for additional processing? The final fertilizer may be sent to a certain floor¡¯s greenhouse. Or it could be removed through the vent after vaporization? Anyway, as long as there is electricity, this shelter will be able to run forever. Little Seven is also looking forward to seeing other floors."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    This doesn¡¯t answer my questions at all.

    Damn it!

    After inspecting the sanitary facilities and canteens in Zone A, Chu Guang followed Little Seven through the corridor and quickly arrived at the deepest part of Zone A.

    The ce seemed to be a warehouse.

    It was quiterge, almost as big as two basketball courts.

    More than thirty stic boxes were piled in the corner of the warehouse, with medical supplybels affixed to the outside.

    Chu Guang stepped forward and opened one of the boxes, only to find that it contained watches with disys rather than medicine.

    It was estimated that there were at least thousands of them here.

    Chu Guang, slightly stunned, inquired after a while.

    "These are..."

    Little Seven, who stood next to him, had a look at it and quickly responded.

    "They''re VMs."

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 Chapter 98: Alpha 0.5 is updated! The Brand New Player System!

    Chapter 98: Alpha 0.5 is updated! The Brand New yer System!

    VM is an acronym.

    It stands for "Vital Monitor" and was the standard configuration of almost all shelters.

    Even so, Chu Guang had never seen one before today.

    In fact, the gadget was more like a wrist-mountedputer that integrated physical examination, positioning,munication, maps, and ck box functions rather than functioning just as "vital monitoring".

    As if the system was worried that Chu Guang would not know how to use it, the system provided the instruction manual and presented it in front of Chu Guang in the form of a light blue pop-up window.

    [1. This device monitors the user''s vital activities, collects information including heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, blood oxygen concentration, hormones in sweat, DNA form, etc., and performsprehensive analysis on the collected information and presents it in the form of specific data.

    2. After it has stopped detecting vital signs, the VM will automatically archive the "dying records" in the cached data, and continuously send encrypted signals containing its rtive distance and location information through the transmitter in the chip to facilitate the recovery missions of the search and rescue personnel.

    3. The VM device can intermittently emitsers of a specific frequency within a certain range to perform three-dimensional surveying and mapping of indoor spaces, with a surveying radius of up to 5m, and it will be attenuated by the influence of air humidity and dust particles. This function is very useful when exploring the building. Large obstacles such as walls, doors, boxes, etc. can be marked, and the data can be shared after uploading.

    4. The power of the VM is provided by a thermal battery, which can be charged in bright light or near a heat source such as a fire. Under low battery conditions, it can absorb the heat naturally emitted from the user''s body and charge slowly, and automatically switch to an energy-saving mode, running at the minimum configuration.]

    In addition to themonly used functions mentioned in the manual, Chu Guang also learned through Little Seven that, in principle, all VM devices could be rpiled through apiler.

    In other words, if the hardware itself allowed, he could add a few "very useful" widgets to these VMs. He would be able to know where the yer was and what they were doing; he would even be able to hear what they were saying.

    "Holy shit, this thing is like a cheat!"

    No.

    This is a cheat!

    Chu Guang would like to call it "Overwatch"!

    ¡®When the timees, I will give every yer one and not allow them to take it off.¡¯

    No, wait...

    Chu Guang, who was excited for a few seconds, calmed down quickly.

    After thinking about it carefully, he felt that if he forced yers to strap a mobile phone to their arms, wouldn¡¯t it appear like he was forcing them to do things?

    People are rebellious.

    And free things will never be cherished.

    Looking at the VM in his hand, Chu Guang stroked his chin and said thoughtfully.

    "Logically speaking, this wrist-mountedputer... shouldn¡¯t be cheaper than a marauder''s gun, right? I think it should cost at least 30 silver coins."

    Little Seven raised its camera.

    "But master, I¡¯ve heard that this kind of VM is verymon in shelters. And considering the ease of maintenance and durability, the technical content of it is actually not very high..."

    Chu Guang: "Mhm, it''ll be 40 silver coins then, and it¡¯ll only be avable when they obtain citizenship."

    Little Seven: "... Master?"

    Chu Guang looked back at Little Seven, who stood next to him.

    "Little Seven, do me a favor. I want to add some functions to these VMs, can it be done?"

    Little Seven was visibly confused.

    "... Yes, it can be done as long as the hardware configuration allows it, but what specific functions do you want to add to it?"

    "A property panel! A Mission Window! A map! And also¡­ a chat window!"

    Would it still be a game without these things?

    A lot of yers hadined that they could only check their level and experience when they went offline. They couldn¡¯t open the character interface at any time to check their level, experience, abnormal status, and buff effects. From this perspective, how was this game different from the junk game "Earth OL"?

    Anotherint was the mission system.

    Although it was now written on paper and wooden boards instead of straight-up wood or stic boards, the essence had not changed. It was still too troublesome to check the progress of a mission.

    The most important point, though, was that it was a waste of paper!

    This was not environmentally friendly.

    The map function, on the other hand, would be considered a surprise.

    Chu Guang was surprised at how great this VM was; it even hadser surveying and mapping functions! In the future, yers would be able to take it with them while scavenging. It was equivalent to exploring the wastnd and expanding the map for the shelter.

    Not just that, but it would also be easy to see where other yers had searched and where they hadn¡¯t. Those hidden spaces and secret passages that were easily overlooked could also be exposed more easily. The efficiency of scavenging would be increased by more than double!

    The most crucial feature was the ability to let yers upload maps automatically, which would also save a considerable part of Chu Guang''s own workload.

    Previously, exploration of the map was solely dependent on the yers¡¯ eyes.

    As an example, in a previous case, a yer on a scavenging mission went to a specific location on the map that was made before the war and then reported the situation there to the administrator.

    He obtained information from those yers by asking questions, which included but were not limited to, "What is the terrain like?", "Are there many mutants?", and "Is there any trace of human activity?".

    This job sounded easy, but it was really a torment to execute it. A hundred people would tell a hundred different things.

    Some people had a very bad sense of direction and simply didn''t go to the ce shown on the map, but they would still tell Chu Guang information very seriously, giving him a lot of headaches.

    Now that VMs were avable, there was no longer any need to listen to these idiots tell him about the road conditions on the wastnd. They just needed to bring the VM back and upload the information stored in it. They could also synchronize the discovered map data to the official website database.

    This work did not even require yers to do it manually.

    Chu Guang directly asked Little Seven to do it for them automatically.

    "The property panel, mission system, and map functions are all easy to make... But the chat window is a bit difficult. Although the VM has a transmitter, it is not a dedicatedmunication chip. It is not a problem to send and receive text messages and update the task panel near the shelter, but it is a little bit troublesome when it is a little farther away from the shelter."

    ¡°Oh, I see.¡±

    Chu Guang stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said.

    "For the time being, there¡¯s no rush in developing the chat function. You can develop the property panel, mission system, and map first. I''ll find a few temtes for youter."

    ¡°If the function is not perfect, even if it is implemented, the yers will not stopining. So it''s better to wait for it to be improved in the future. Moreover, there is now a "square" and an "official website", which are sufficient for those yers to brag about themselves.¡±

    "Okay, master!"

    Looking at the energetic Little Seven, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and returned to floor B1.

    Currently, it was three o''clock in the morning in wastnd time, and three o''clock in the afternoon in the real world, which was when the game has the fewest online yers.

    It was also the best time to update!

    Walking to theputer in the residents'' lobby and sitting down, Chu Guang yawned and took out his notebook from the drawer, opened it, and then opened the text file for collecting materials.

    Everything was ready, he just needed to hit Ctrl C and Ctrl V.

    Chu Guang stretched his fingers and smiled.

    It was time to release the announcement.

    ¡­¡­

    Official website:

    [Wastnd Online Alpha Test, alpha 0.5 version update announcement. ]

    [Major update:

    1. The number of closed alpha yers has been increased to 200.

    2. The property panel, mission system, and map functions have all undergone major changes.

    3. Shelter floor B2 has officially opened!]

    [Optimization:

    1. More realistic snowy weather special effects have been included; as time goes by, thend, the river, and theke will be frozen.

    2. Added a pot of charcoal fire to the weapon shop. Please encourage the proprietress to cheer her up and increase her favorability.

    3. The respawning frequency of wild monsters is now more in line with the severe cold weather.

    4. Richer internal details of the shelter.

    5. Fixed a few bugs.

    6.¡­¡­]

    [As the number of people has increased, the yer manual and user agreement have been updated to version 3.0. yers who have obtained the qualification for the closed alpha should check it in time to avoid having a bad game experience. ]

    [Current Number of Applications: 1007]

    [In addition, the "Winter is Coming" expansion has officially ended. The Warrior of Winter title has been issued to 90 eligible closed alpha yers, and their IDs will be included in the Hall of Fame. Winter is here, now tremble in the cold winter, survivors! ]

    ...

    This time, there was a lot of content in the update.

    If he didn¡¯t chat with the yers about the update for a while, Chu Guang was worried that the yers would think that he didn¡¯t do his job as a game designer well.

    Following his usual routine, Chu Guang immediately posted the edited development log after posting the update announcement.

    "Development Log: alpha 0.5 version"

    Light: "Hello everyone, I am your dear game designer! After exploiting 5 engineers in the technical team, our server has finally changed from potatoes to shofar potatoes! Now! It¡¯s already possible to amodate 200 yers into the server at the same time. Are you happy? Are you excited? Go and check your inboxes! The invitations have already been sent to those lucky guys!"

    "The biggest changes in this version update are mainly the property panel and mission panel that many close alpha yers asked for! Moreover, there is also an extra map function! You all must be very happy."

    "In fact, I am as happy as you guys! Under the temptation of baked potatoes, the programmers of the development department finally understand what functions we want."

    "Of course, please don¡¯t celebrate too early. For the yers¡¯ gaming experience and the realism of the game, we held departmental meetings for five days straight and finally made a decision to integrate this part of the function into a special device called the ''Vital Monitor (VM)''."

    "After the yer reaches the citizenship level, they only need to pay 40 silver coins to purchase the item. Due to the particrity of the setting of the item, each yer is limited to one, and it is bound to the ount and cannot be transferred. If your teammate dies unfortunately, please remember to take back their VM! Otherwise, the shelter can only deduct 10 silver coins from their ount for the reward of the ''equipment recycling'' task."

    "As long as it is in the shelter or near the nursing home, The VM can then connect to the shelter server toplete the mission ess operation."

    "In addition to the mission window, the core function of the VM is the property panel! Through a small screen, you can easily view the development progress of your gic sequence, character attributes, buff or debuffs effects, contribution points, and status levels."

    "Of course, there is no need to show your contribution points. The VM itself is a symbol of identity and power! This is because in our settings, only ''citizens'' who have made outstanding contributions to shelters are worthy of this honor. Having it will also mean that you will no longer be a rookie from now on, but an adventurous warrior who is truly qualified to travel on the wastnd!"

    "In addition, theser mapping function carried by the VM can urately capture obstacles and walls at close range and upload the map data to the shelter server for you. Even if you have a terrible sense of direction, you will still be able to find a way home. Your mom will no longer have to worry about you getting lost in the wastnd!"

    Click to upload.

    Done!

    Chu Guang stretched, pushed away the chair, and stood up.

    Staying upte for two days in a row was still exhausting for him, even if his physique was now better than before.

    This time he intended to sleep until noon, trying to adjust his work and rest schedule.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang looked at Little Seven, who sat in the corner.

    "Little Seven, don''t forget to wake up Xia Yanter."

    "Okay, Master."

    After giving the instruction, Chu Guang went to sleep in the next room happily.

    Of course, when Chu Guang was sleeping soundly, the discussion posts about the "Alpha 0.5 version update" on the official website almost never stopped!

    Don''t miss out on the regr updates on the advanced chapter folders with just $3.00/month to support your favorite trantor.

 Chapter 99: The B2 Floor Is Too Awesome!

    Chapter 99: The B2 Floor Is Too Awesome!

    Comments below the official website announcement:

    Tail: "First reply! (*/¦Ø£Ü*)"

    Quit_smoking: "!!! WHAT THE HELL?! They gave out all the qualifications for the closed alpha again?! What happened?! w(©b§¥©b)w ¡±

    Night Ten: "Lol, you didn''t get it again?!"

    Old White: "Hahahaha, Brother Quit Smoking, your luck is really bad."

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Brother Quit smoking is really sad. I appliedter than you, but I''m already in the game."

    Quit_smoking: "T.T"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "By the way, the update this time is really incredible. They actually gave out 100 ces. The yers who received thest 10 additional ces have not yet entered the game, right?"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "You are right. That batch of yers should be online at 6 o''clock this evening."

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Hehe, 100 ces? As if I would believe it! Only a fool would apply for the qualification. These 100 qualifications must be fake."

    Sisi: "Really? But I got it."

    Tail: "I got it too! (*/¦Ø£Ü*)"

    Quit_smoking: "QAQ."

    The announcement had only been released a few seconds ago. No one had time to read the entire announcement. Almost everyone just rushed down to shitpost after reading the first line.

    Except for those who were shitposting, there were also people who were crying about not getting the qualification.

    For example, Brother Quit Smoking. This time, he did not get the qualification again, which was really sad. However, he was not the only one who didn''t get it. There were more than 1,000 applications. Even after deducting a few trolls that were on the cklist, there were still more than 900 people.

    Only high-quality yers who had been marked on the backend of the website would definitely be able to get the qualification. If it was not them, the chances of getting one qualification for normal yers may not even be less than ten percent.

    If one was able to get one, it would not even be an exaggeration to say that one was favored by heaven.

    Afterforting Brother Quit Smoking and failing to be the first one that replied to the announcement, everyone hurriedly ran back to read the entire announcement.

    After reading it, all of them were stunned by the huge amount of information in the announcement.

    The expansion was over!

    The issuance of the "Warrior of Winter" title was limited!

    A special in-game item that integrated the property panel, mission window, and map functions!

    And the B2 floor of the shelter was open!

    Holy shit.

    If this were any other game, those contents would be enough to be split into several different updates andst until the end of the year!

    Irene: "Tremble in the cold winter? I feel that only Brother Garbage would tremble. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: "WTF! I haven''t even yed the game yet, but the expansion is already over?! "

    Kakarot_from_the_future: "I just discovered a small shocking detail: the property interface actually requires money to be unlocked! Well, it isn¡¯t real money that¡¯s used."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Money is a small problem, the key is the contribution points! Huh? Wait, my contribution points seem to be enough? Oh, I''ve got no problem now."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "You idiot. You even borrowed money from me to buy a piece ofnd already. Now hurry up and pay back what you owe me!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "QAQ."

    Makka_Pakka: "Awesome! As soon as I was invited, a new version was released."

    Quit_your_bullshit: "+1, hahaha, I hope theke will not freeze. Fishing is so much fun."

    The expansion ended abruptly, but it was also expected by everyone.

    After all, the big boss of the expansion had been killed, and everyone had great fun in thest battle. All it left was a strange foreshadowing scene when the final boss was killed and a bunch of helpless prisoners, which could be regarded as a hint for the next version.

    Winter was here.

    The theme of the next expansion would probably be survival, and the enhancement of Life Profession yers had paved the way for this moment.

    Ending at this time couldn''t be more suitable.

    After reading Light''s "Development Log", the yers on the forum were really looking forward to the item called VM and the new version of the gamey.

    But there was also one critical question...

    What about the B2 floor?

    This game designer didn''t even mention anything about it!

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "Wait, what about the B2 floor?"

    Quit_smoking: "Dev, hello! What about the B2 floor? How can you not disclose any information about the B2 floor?"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Can any one of you go online to check if the elevator to the B2 floor works? I seem to have seen an elevator in the residents'' lobby!"

    Night Ten: "Damnit, I''m still in ss, and I left the helmet at home!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Brothers, don''t panic, let me go check! I''ll be right back!"

    Ample Time: "I''ll go too, it just so happens that I''m also at home!"

    Old White: "Seriously? You really don''t have to go to work?"

    At three o''clock in the afternoon on weekdays, most yers who had things to do during the day had not yet left work.

    yers who didn''t need to work hadn''t logged out of the game yet, and they probably didn''t even know that the game had been updated.

    After all, this game couldn''t ess the official website from within the game, and every update in the past did not seem to kick the online yers offline.

    The only people theizens on the forum could count on now were those hardcore yers who didn''t have to go to work or go to school during the day, and happened to not be online.

    After a few words, Ample Time and Mole were silent for a moment, perhaps because they were in the game.

    However, after twenty minutes, there was still no news.

    A group of people who waited impatiently on the forum almost cursed.

    Old White: "What¡¯s taking them so long?!"

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Yeah! Why haven''t theye back? I have been waiting for 29 minutes and 12 seconds already!"

    Night Ten: "There must be some dirty deal going on that we don''t know about. "

    Teng_teng: "? What kind of dirty deal?"

    Night Ten: "Why do you want to know?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Whew! I''m back. That was fun!"

    Teng_teng: "!!"

    Night Ten: "What the hell. Where did you go? Why are you so slow? And where is Ample Time?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "I don''t know, I went to the bathroom and took a shit before I left. He went to the bathroom and didn''te out for a long time, so I logged out first. But that''s not important. Let me tell you something, the B2 floor is simply awesome!"

    Night Ten: "Hurry up and tell me what it has!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Don¡¯t be so impatient. First of all, theyout of the B2 floor is simr to a circr space, and it''s divided into ABCD four zones. The BCD zones are a bit like a dormitory, and Zone A should be a functional area. There is a canteen, toilets and bathrooms in the back. There''s also a door I couldn¡¯t get in, so I don''t know what''s in there, but the toilet and bathroom alone are already very awesome, don''t you think so?!¡±

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: ¡°Canteen! Is there food there??¡±

    The_Escaping_Mole: ¡°No. The door to the back kitchen is locked and I couldn''t get in. Several refrigerators and beverage machines in the lobby are empty. I¡¯m guessing the back kitchen is in a simr state, but it¡¯s good news that the refrigerator can be used! We can have cold drinks when it¡¯s hot in the summer."

    "Anyway, enough about the kitchen. What I really want to praise is the design of the bathroom! It has a cyclical self-cleaning toilet pad and an automatic toilet cleaning system. After sitting on it, you don¡¯t have to think about anything except doing your business. We don¡¯t have to worry about stepping on poops when walking around the outpost. I''m even willing to pay to use this toilet!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Bro, are you an idiot?! Hurry up and edit your reply. Don''t let the game designer see it!"

    Night Ten: "Awesome! I was still discussing with Old White yesterday about what to do if the temperature continues to drop. This function is really convenient!¡±

    Gale: ¡°Wait a minute... You mean, there¡¯s water in the shelter. Is the toilet you are talking about a flush toilet?"

    Irene: "... What do you want to do? I have a bad premonition. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Gale: "No, it''s just pure curiosity."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Hahaha, of course there is water! This is the second point I want to talk about! The biggest difference between B2 and B1 is that there is fresh water supply! Whether it is by taking water from theke, collecting rainwater, or the internal cirction water purification system, in short, you can drink clean drinking water from the drinking fountain in the kitchen! Anyway, where''s Ample Time? Is he still in the game?!"

    Night Ten: "To be honest, that guy is a bit abnormal sometimes, but most of the time, he is normal. So let''s just ignore him."

    Ample Time: "Screw you! I came out already. I was just busy typing my review post!"

    Night Ten: "Huh?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Ample Time, what does it feel like taking a shower in the B2 floor''s bathroom?"

    Ample Time: "Mhm¡­ very cool. It is probably a simtion of ultrasonic atomization technology. I just didn''t expect them to apply this technology to showers at all. In short, it¡¯s quite sci-fi. You basically just stand there with no need to move. Itpletely subverts my understanding of showering, and I feel that it¡¯s worth it to spend money to experience it.¡±

    Night Ten : "For real? Ah, ah, ah, I really want to go online now. I will try it when I get back to the dormitory!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "So, have you finished typing your post?"

    Ample Time: "Already posted. It''s in the forum!"

    ...

    "Shelter 404; The B2 floor tour... Have these yers already visited the B2 floor?"

    When Chu Guang woke up, it was already one o''clock in the afternoon.

    The first thing he did after waking up was to open theputer to log in to the official website and read the posts made by yers in the forum.

    My goodness, it seems that these yers have turned my B2 floor upside down.

    Fortunately, he had locked most of the doors, so they couldn''t open them even if they wanted to. Weapons that could break the door were not allowed to pass through the buffer room and couldn''t be brought into the shelter. In addition, Chu Guang had granted Little Seven ess to the shelter''s CCTV system and asked Little Seven to keep eyes on those yers so he didn''t have to worry about these yers destroying his home while he was asleep.

    In general, the yers were still very excited about the updated content of the Alpha 0.5 version.

    Seeing the new high-tech facilities on floor B2 only seemed to have heightened the yers'' excitement, and the yers who had experienced it immediately fell in love with life here.

    Compared to the surface, life in the shelter was simply toofortable!

    After reading these posts, Chu Guang had some understanding of the settings left by the first administrator.

    Indeed,pared to the outside, this ce was simply heaven.

    Counting on people in heaven to improve the condition of hell was simply an unrealistic idea.

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought. "Mhm, that''s it. To use the facilities in the shelter, yers will need to use the VM to obtain permission, and the water purifier, shower and toilet are now changed to be paid service."

    The official forum''s post history could testify that this was not his idea, but an idea proposed by the yers themselves.

    In addition, some yers who had bought VMs from Little Seven had also put forward some suggestions, such as simply integrating the functions of a trantor and wallet on the VM.

    The wallet function was worth considering and he couldunch it together with the banking system.

    It didn''t matter even if there was no electronic payment function. The excess silver coins could be stored in the bank and could be taken out when needed. This would make it convenient for yers to check their deposits at any time, and also convenient for Chu Guang to collect currency in cirction.

    It could be said to be a win-win situation!

    In regards to the trantor, it would take some time to make it in theory, but it wasn''t a priority yet.

    If he let the yers and the nativesmunicate freely, in addition to a lot of trouble that may be caused by the yers, there was no benefit for him at the moment at all.

    To put it bluntly, thenguage barrier may be a barrier for yers, but it was not a bad thing for Chu Guang.

    From the perspective of an administrator, he needed to create an information gap between the yers and the native people, or an "information filter", which would be best for everyone. After all, cross-servermunication would not always turn out to be very friendly.

    Besides, even if it was the game with the highest degree of freedom, it didn''t say that yers couldmunicate with every NPC in the game like one could with a real person, right?

    It would only raise more suspicions if that was the case!

    In contrast, the weapons shop proprietress Xia Yan had a lot of lines. When she was annoyed, she would not only stamp her feet in anger, but she would also curse in bad mandarin.

    Many yers had even woken her up as soon as she fell asleep to listen to Boss Xia¡¯s curses.

    If there was no information filter, not to mention whether Boss Xia could still be so cute, yers would definitely rush to sympathize with marauders or be fooled by some NPCs to do "side quests".

    Apart from finding a lot of trouble and variables for himself, there was no benefit at all. Even if he had to arrange a trantor for them in the future, it would definitely be a selective trantion.

    However, if he thought about it from another angle...

    "It''s possible to develop a special version of VM for NPCs."

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang''s eyes lit up instantly while staring at the forum.

    "The NPC-specific version of the VM will not have the property panel, but it will add mission release and trantion functions, with the trantion function only supporting trantion of daily and functional terms in specifguage scenarios."

    There was no need to trante everything the yers say. After all, with different cultural backgrounds, the trantion may cause misunderstandings.

    For example, the Chinese inte ng "Olige" can''t just be tranted as "hurry up and do it" or "Old Eight", because they have different meanings in different contexts.

    The weapon shop proprietress just needed to do what a weapon shop proprietress should do. It would be more than enough to just know what her lines meant and what yers wanted to buy.

    As for other things, when the great administrator needed them to know, they would naturally know.

    "The screen of the VM is a bit small. The entire device is like a real-time trantion device... But with appropriatenguage training, this idea is possible."

    He could slowly train a batch of native people to speak Chinese. They didn''t have to be fluent in Chinese; simply achieving level 1 or 2 Chinese would be enough. As long as they could understand some game terminology and dailymunication, it would be sufficient for them to work as an NPC.

    The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that he was a genius.

    As expected of me!

    As for the "subtitles" used by the yers¡­

 Chapter 101: Are You Abusing the Glitch?

    Chapter 101: Are You Abusing the Glitch?

    The caravan in Red River Town came earlier than expected.

    After hearing the news of the destruction of the Bloodhand n, these merchants only took two and a half days to march to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

    The longer the dy, the colder the weather, and the lower the probability of the captives¡¯ survival. They needed to transport these captives back to Red River Town and then sell them to suitable buyers before they froze to death.

    If more than half of them died on the way back, they wouldn¡¯t make much money on this trip...

    Under the heavy snow, the travel-worn caravan arrived at the gate of the abandoned tire factory.

    Signaling the team behind to stop, a man wearing a cotton coat with a semi-automatic rifle strapped on his chest walked out.

    Looking up at Chu Guang and Hein standing on the gate, he said in a loud voice. "I''m an employee of Horseshoe Firm, and all the goods you want are here!"

    Hein''s bodyguard, Wen, was also in the caravan.

    However, his status does not allow him to interrupt the man, so he just stood next to the yak carrying supplies and cleared the cylinder of the revolver rifle to pass the time, bored.

    "Wait a minute." Chu Guang gestured, then looked at the yer beside him.

    Seeing the look in the administrator''s eyes, the yers who could not wait to skip the cutscene immediately turned the winch and opened the wooden gate.

    As the gate opened, a group of marauder captives walked out of the underground cells with their heads bowed dejectedly under the custody of 4 yers.

    "Move!"

    "Don¡¯t do anything stupid!"

    In fact, these marauders didn''t dare move slower at all. The yers just wanted to shout something to feel cool.

    Due to thenguage barrier, these marauder captives could not understand what the people in the blue coats were saying. They could only feel from the shaking muzzles that they were probably urging them to move forward.

    Many marauder veterans had already guessed their future after looking at the yak caravan at the gate of the camp and the horseshoe-shaped badge, their faces filling with despair.

    There were only a few young marauders who were at a loss, not knowing where they would be taken to and how they would end up.

    The yers holding the rifles talked quietly.

    Some of them died in the battle a few days ago and had just respawned recently.

    Makka_Pakka: "There are a few prisoners in there I find quite familiar."

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "You mean the one who killed you?"

    Makka_Pakka: "Who knows. It was so dark at that time and the bullets were flying everywhere. I didn''t know if I was even killed by them. Huh! It irritates me just thinking about it. How did I die?!"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: ¡°Just stop and admit that you suck at ying this game, would you? It¡¯s not like there are people who don¡¯t like you enough to kill you during the battle. By the way, does this mean there¡¯s no kill cam in this game?"

    Makka_Pakka: "Fine, I¡¯ll stop thinking about it... Say, do you know where these marauders will be sent to?"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "It seems that the administrator¡¯s selling them to Red River Town."

    Makka_Pakka: "Red River Town?"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "It¡¯s on the official website¡¯s setting page, haven¡¯t you read it? It¡¯s a town under Qingquan City, probably a few tens of kilometers away. There are many pre-warndfills there. ves sold there will be sent into mines to dig mines until they die."

    "Tsk tsk, so miserable..." Makka_Pakka swiveled around in thought and suddenly said, "But then again, if I sell myself and thenmit suicide. Do you think it is possible to make some money?"

    Hearing such a shameless n, Big_eyes_in_debt was shocked. "Dayum, are you nning to abuse this glitch?"

    Although the crimes theymitted were enough to hang them on the gallows ten times, Chu Guang still retained their basic human rights, allowing them to keep their clothes and shoes and eat meat of unknownposition in the warehouse. He even bandaged their wounds with a small number of bandages they found.

    The reason for doing this was not out of pity.

    It was purely for the concern that if too many people died, it would affect his ie.

    The good days of these people were yet toe.

    "Thirty?" The man in the lead counted the number of prisoners, looked at Chu Guang, and asked, "Why is there one missing?"

    "Maybe died?"

    Chu Guang came down from the gate, casually looking back, just happened to see a yer dragging a corpse with a broken leg out of the underground cell.

    Seeing that the numbers were right, the leading man nodded without saying anything. He signaled to the guards behind him to help unload the goods.

    If the transaction waspleted earlier, they would go home sooner.

    ¡­

    ording to the agreement between Chu Guang and Hein, regardless of whether they were disabled or not, each prisoner would exchange the good equivalent to 20 kilograms of coarse salt.

    Since one of the 31 prisoners died, 30 of them were exchanged for 600 kilograms of coarse salt in the end.

    Coarse salt was a specialty of Red River Town, and it was also the general equivalent of the transaction between the two parties.

    It was useless for Chu Guang to ask for so much coarse salt, so in addition to 200 kg of coarse salt, the other 400 kg of coarse salt were reced by some specialties of Red River Town.

    This included 30 revolver rifles, eight boxes of handmade copper bullets with a total of more than 4,000 rounds, arge number of copper ingots, zinc ingots, chromium ingots, and strong oxidants such as potassium permanganate.

    The former was to meet the defense needs of the outpost, while thetter was the raw material that would drive the industrial development of the outpost.

    In addition, there were some hardware parts that were used in processing machinery, as well as some mechanical parts such as gears and transmission shafts, which were mainly prepared for the proprietress of the weapon shop.

    Although several metallurgical professional yers could also make it by hand, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved yet, and the strength of the material was always a problem.

    The quality of the hand-grinding tools was not always great. It was only fine to use them in the early stages. In actual use, the wear and tear were surprisingly high, and they even needed to be reced every few days. So much so that Chu Guang wondered several times whether Xia Yan had been cking off during work.

    Although the industrial capacity of Red River Town was not as good as that of Boulder City, there was no problem in producing some processing tools, and the quality was not that bad.

    This time Chu Guang bought a few more sets, and it should be no problem tost until the spring of theing year.

    In order to transport these goods, Horseshoe Firm mobilized a total of ten mutant yaks, and also hired 8 gunmen with revolver rifles as escorts.

    Looking at these people unloading, Chu Guang nced at Hein next to him and said. "Speaking of which, that person said he was an employee of Horseshoe Firm. Are they your colleagues?"

    Hein exined with a grin. "Although we are all employees of Horseshoe Firm, employees like me may be slightly different from the employees you understand. Simply put, our rtionship with the firm is more like cooperation than employment. The caravan guards and the yaks you see are the property of the firm, only the goods are purchased by us employees."

    Chu Guang suddenly thought of something. "Purchased from the firm?"

    Hein nced at Chu Guang in surprise, as if he did not expect him to know this. He nodded and said. "Yes, our goods are purchased uniformly from the firm, and the sellers are basically the customers of the firm... Except this time. We will check every transaction, deduct the cost of purchasing and hiring guards, and we also need to give 60% of the profit to the firm."

    This sounds a bit like a franchise system.

    Purchasing, logistics, and even customer rtions all belong to the "headquarters", and dealers like Hein are like franchisees.

    In this way, even if it is a loss, Horseshoe Firm would not have to take any risk, and the loss is entirely on the franchisee''s side.

    And if the business makes a profit, the firm will take 60% of the profit from it.

    No, even if it is a loss, it is profitable for the firm.

    After all, all "franchisees" get their goods from the firm, and it is certainly impossible for the firm to sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price, there must be some profit added to the cost already.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn''t help but sigh with emotion.

    These indigenous people are much better at exploiting people.

    Compared to them, I¡¯m so kind!

    However, I can learn from this trading model in the future.

    For example, it can be applied to the trading system in the future.

    ...

    "Goodbye, my friend, I hope we can trade again in the spring next year!"

    The delivery of the goods was finallypleted, and Hein took his two bodyguards standing next to the caravan and took off his hat to Chu Guang.

    Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand. "Have a safe trip."

    Hein said with a hearty smile. "Hahaha, thank you! Then we shall leave now. I wish you and your shelter the best luck."

    Then the group set off.

    At this moment, Chu Guang noticed that the female mercenary next to Hein suddenly turned her head and gave him an upset look.

    Their line of sight happened to meet each other. But the female mercenary was not embarrassed. She gave him an air kiss and mouthed the sentence "we will see you again". Then she went with the caravan and disappeared in the vast snow and fog.

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and thought for a long time. However, he still couldn¡¯t remember the name of this person, and was even more confused about herst behavior.

    Is she called... Wendy?

    Or Helen?

    After all, he only heard the merchant named Hein say it once. Who would pay attention to the name of a mercenary next to a merchant?

    Forget it, I should not waste time thinking about such inconsequential issues.

    Chu Guang shook his head and signaled the yers to load the supplies that had been exchanged using the ves onto the cart, and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse in the outpost.

    However, although Chu Guang himself didn''t care, he couldn''t hold back the enthusiastic gossip of the yers around him. Especially when they saw thest blown kiss, a group of yers¡¯ imaginations instantly ran wild.

    "Holy shit! You saw what I saw? That look has a story inside!"

    "I saw it! That blow kiss!"

    "Do you think something happened between the administrator and that woman?"

    "It can¡¯t be. They only stayed together for a few days in total."

    "A few days is more than enough!"

    "Damn it, then what about the proprietress of the weapon shop?"

    "Big news! The one million-word unspeakable story about the administrator and the female caravan mercenary!"

    "Tsk tsk, it''s not that simple! It''s definitely not that simple! It sounds like a smut!"

    "Understood, we should let Brother Mole draw us some pictures when we get back!"

    Tsk.

    These people really are.

    Lewd.

    Chu Guang''s eyebrows twitched, but he finally restrained the urge toin and kept the calmness an NPC should have.

    After a cough, he used amanding tone to urge the yers who stopped to gossip to get back to their work.

    "Hurry up!"

    "We need to drag all the goods back before the snow bes heavier!"

    At Chu Guang''s urging, the yers finally stopped dying and quickly packed goods on the wooden carts.

    Even though they were still chattering, they never stopped from beginning to end.

    After finally packing their things, the group was ready to go on the road.

    Looking at the gate behind him, the [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] who was on duty took a step forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

    "Dear administrator, what should we do with this stronghold? Do we still need to keep guarding?"

    There was nothing in the stronghold, and he wondered if he could get the award for the mission in advance if he didn''t need to guard it anymore.

    Chu Guang thought for a few seconds, then ordered.

    "Burn it."

    "And leave the rest for mutants."

    This stronghold was too far away from the yers'' resurrection point, and there was no strategic value in terms of location; it was not necessary to keep it.

    Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his moral value was decreasing.

    He really couldn''t figure out how these marauders lived here with peace of mind.

    [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] nodded excitedly, and said. "Yes, administrator!"

    Destroying is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

    ...

    Chu Guang trusted the yers'' search ability.

    They even dug three feet into the ground. Not to mention the chips hidden in the cab, they even moved the whole cab back.

    There was almost nothing left in the entire Bloodhand n stronghold.

    And those leftovers were either inconvenient to take away, or they had no value in recycling.

    Such as those air-dried meat in the warehouse.

    Obviously, a considerable part of that meat was not taken from normal prey.

    After air-drying, it was difficult to distinguish between the appearance of the animal meat and human meat.

    Out of mental mysophobia, Chu Guang didn''t want any of them.

    Part of it had been thrown to feed the marauder captives in the underground cells, and the rest was just hanging on the suspension beams of the tire factory warehouse.

    Those mice and cockroaches can have them after they leave.

    As for potatoes such as shofar potatoes, full grains, and vegetables that looked very simr to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang had asked his yers to transport all of them back.

    These were all good things.

    Especially those vegetables, which added up to three to four thousand kilograms, could be mixed with grains and meat to eat for a long time, and they could also bnce the nutrition of the clones.

    Not surprisingly, these grains were probably obtained by the marauders from Brown Farm.

    In addition to food, there were some furs such as hyena skins, deer skins, wild boar skins, and even bear skins, which were around 230 pieces.

    It was unlikely that all of these furs came from Bett Street.

    There were only a hundred households on Bett Street. Even if the old leech exploited people down to their bones, he may not be able to collect these tributes.

    Chu Guang spected that a considerable part of them must have been contributed by other nearby survivors'' settlements.

    These marauders had been busy looting throughout the fall, but before they had time to enjoy them, they all fell into the hands of Chu Guang.

    And Chu Guang naturally didn''t n to return them.

    Finders keepers is the rule on the wastnd after all.

    A raging fire was soon ignited at the gate of the camp, and sparks that were blown by the north wind were slowly moving in the direction of the main building.

    Looking at the fire in front of him and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt a little bit of emotion in his heart.

    Pulling out the "Silver Snake" revolver next to his waist, he fired a shot into the sky.

    "Bang--!"

    The gunshot echoed on the snow-covered street, drowning in the wind and snow, signaling the ending of the dead souls who died here.

    Waving off the white smoke floating on the barrel, Chu Guang inserted the revolver back into the gun holster made by Teng Teng, turned to look at the waiting yers, and walked in front of them.

    "Let¡¯s go home!¡±

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 Chapter 101: Are You Abusing the Glitch?

    Chapter 101: Are You Abusing the Glitch?

    The caravan in Red River Town came earlier than expected.

    After hearing the news of the destruction of the Bloodhand n, these merchants only took two and a half days to march to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

    The longer the dy, the colder the weather, and the lower the probability of the captives¡¯ survival. They needed to transport these captives back to Red River Town and then sell them to suitable buyers before they froze to death.

    If more than half of them died on the way back, they wouldn¡¯t make much money on this trip...

    Under the heavy snow, the travel-worn caravan arrived at the gate of the abandoned tire factory.

    Signaling the team behind to stop, a man wearing a cotton coat with a semi-automatic rifle strapped on his chest walked out.

    Looking up at Chu Guang and Hein standing on the gate, he said in a loud voice. "I''m an employee of Horseshoe Firm, and all the goods you want are here!"

    Hein''s bodyguard, Wen, was also in the caravan.

    However, his status does not allow him to interrupt the man, so he just stood next to the yak carrying supplies and cleared the cylinder of the revolver rifle to pass the time, bored.

    "Wait a minute." Chu Guang gestured, then looked at the yer beside him.

    Seeing the look in the administrator''s eyes, the yers who could not wait to skip the cutscene immediately turned the winch and opened the wooden gate.

    As the gate opened, a group of marauder captives walked out of the underground cells with their heads bowed dejectedly under the custody of 4 yers.

    "Move!"

    "Don¡¯t do anything stupid!"

    In fact, these marauders didn''t dare move slower at all. The yers just wanted to shout something to feel cool.

    Due to thenguage barrier, these marauder captives could not understand what the people in the blue coats were saying. They could only feel from the shaking muzzles that they were probably urging them to move forward.

    Many marauder veterans had already guessed their future after looking at the yak caravan at the gate of the camp and the horseshoe-shaped badge, their faces filling with despair.

    There were only a few young marauders who were at a loss, not knowing where they would be taken to and how they would end up.

    The yers holding the rifles talked quietly.

    Some of them died in the battle a few days ago and had just respawned recently.

    Makka_Pakka: "There are a few prisoners in there I find quite familiar."

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "You mean the one who killed you?"

    Makka_Pakka: "Who knows. It was so dark at that time and the bullets were flying everywhere. I didn''t know if I was even killed by them. Huh! It irritates me just thinking about it. How did I die?!"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: ¡°Just stop and admit that you suck at ying this game, would you? It¡¯s not like there are people who don¡¯t like you enough to kill you during the battle. By the way, does this mean there¡¯s no kill cam in this game?"

    Makka_Pakka: "Fine, I¡¯ll stop thinking about it... Say, do you know where these marauders will be sent to?"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "It seems that the administrator¡¯s selling them to Red River Town."

    Makka_Pakka: "Red River Town?"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "It¡¯s on the official website¡¯s setting page, haven¡¯t you read it? It¡¯s a town under Qingquan City, probably a few tens of kilometers away. There are many pre-warndfills there. ves sold there will be sent into mines to dig mines until they die."

    "Tsk tsk, so miserable..." Makka_Pakka swiveled around in thought and suddenly said, "But then again, if I sell myself and thenmit suicide. Do you think it is possible to make some money?"

    Hearing such a shameless n, Big_eyes_in_debt was shocked. "Dayum, are you nning to abuse this glitch?"

    Although the crimes theymitted were enough to hang them on the gallows ten times, Chu Guang still retained their basic human rights, allowing them to keep their clothes and shoes and eat meat of unknownposition in the warehouse. He even bandaged their wounds with a small number of bandages they found.

    The reason for doing this was not out of pity.

    It was purely for the concern that if too many people died, it would affect his ie.

    The good days of these people were yet toe.

    "Thirty?" The man in the lead counted the number of prisoners, looked at Chu Guang, and asked, "Why is there one missing?"

    "Maybe died?"

    Chu Guang came down from the gate, casually looking back, just happened to see a yer dragging a corpse with a broken leg out of the underground cell.

    Seeing that the numbers were right, the leading man nodded without saying anything. He signaled to the guards behind him to help unload the goods.

    If the transaction waspleted earlier, they would go home sooner.

    ¡­

    ording to the agreement between Chu Guang and Hein, regardless of whether they were disabled or not, each prisoner would exchange the good equivalent to 20 kilograms of coarse salt.

    Since one of the 31 prisoners died, 30 of them were exchanged for 600 kilograms of coarse salt in the end.

    Coarse salt was a specialty of Red River Town, and it was also the general equivalent of the transaction between the two parties.

    It was useless for Chu Guang to ask for so much coarse salt, so in addition to 200 kg of coarse salt, the other 400 kg of coarse salt were reced by some specialties of Red River Town.

    This included 30 revolver rifles, eight boxes of handmade copper bullets with a total of more than 4,000 rounds, arge number of copper ingots, zinc ingots, chromium ingots, and strong oxidants such as potassium permanganate.

    The former was to meet the defense needs of the outpost, while thetter was the raw material that would drive the industrial development of the outpost.

    In addition, there were some hardware parts that were used in processing machinery, as well as some mechanical parts such as gears and transmission shafts, which were mainly prepared for the proprietress of the weapon shop.

    Although several metallurgical professional yers could also make it by hand, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved yet, and the strength of the material was always a problem.

    The quality of the hand-grinding tools was not always great. It was only fine to use them in the early stages. In actual use, the wear and tear were surprisingly high, and they even needed to be reced every few days. So much so that Chu Guang wondered several times whether Xia Yan had been cking off during work.

    Although the industrial capacity of Red River Town was not as good as that of Boulder City, there was no problem in producing some processing tools, and the quality was not that bad.

    This time Chu Guang bought a few more sets, and it should be no problem tost until the spring of theing year.

    In order to transport these goods, Horseshoe Firm mobilized a total of ten mutant yaks, and also hired 8 gunmen with revolver rifles as escorts.

    Looking at these people unloading, Chu Guang nced at Hein next to him and said. "Speaking of which, that person said he was an employee of Horseshoe Firm. Are they your colleagues?"

    Hein exined with a grin. "Although we are all employees of Horseshoe Firm, employees like me may be slightly different from the employees you understand. Simply put, our rtionship with the firm is more like cooperation than employment. The caravan guards and the yaks you see are the property of the firm, only the goods are purchased by us employees."

    Chu Guang suddenly thought of something. "Purchased from the firm?"

    Hein nced at Chu Guang in surprise, as if he did not expect him to know this. He nodded and said. "Yes, our goods are purchased uniformly from the firm, and the sellers are basically the customers of the firm... Except this time. We will check every transaction, deduct the cost of purchasing and hiring guards, and we also need to give 60% of the profit to the firm."

    This sounds a bit like a franchise system.

    Purchasing, logistics, and even customer rtions all belong to the "headquarters", and dealers like Hein are like franchisees.

    In this way, even if it is a loss, Horseshoe Firm would not have to take any risk, and the loss is entirely on the franchisee''s side.

    And if the business makes a profit, the firm will take 60% of the profit from it.

    No, even if it is a loss, it is profitable for the firm.

    After all, all "franchisees" get their goods from the firm, and it is certainly impossible for the firm to sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price, there must be some profit added to the cost already.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn''t help but sigh with emotion.

    These indigenous people are much better at exploiting people.

    Compared to them, I¡¯m so kind!

    However, I can learn from this trading model in the future.

    For example, it can be applied to the trading system in the future.

    ...

    "Goodbye, my friend, I hope we can trade again in the spring next year!"

    The delivery of the goods was finallypleted, and Hein took his two bodyguards standing next to the caravan and took off his hat to Chu Guang.

    Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand. "Have a safe trip."

    Hein said with a hearty smile. "Hahaha, thank you! Then we shall leave now. I wish you and your shelter the best luck."

    Then the group set off.

    At this moment, Chu Guang noticed that the female mercenary next to Hein suddenly turned her head and gave him an upset look.

    Their line of sight happened to meet each other. But the female mercenary was not embarrassed. She gave him an air kiss and mouthed the sentence "we will see you again". Then she went with the caravan and disappeared in the vast snow and fog.

    Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and thought for a long time. However, he still couldn¡¯t remember the name of this person, and was even more confused about herst behavior.

    Is she called... Wendy?

    Or Helen?

    After all, he only heard the merchant named Hein say it once. Who would pay attention to the name of a mercenary next to a merchant?

    Forget it, I should not waste time thinking about such inconsequential issues.

    Chu Guang shook his head and signaled the yers to load the supplies that had been exchanged using the ves onto the cart, and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse in the outpost.

    However, although Chu Guang himself didn''t care, he couldn''t hold back the enthusiastic gossip of the yers around him. Especially when they saw thest blown kiss, a group of yers¡¯ imaginations instantly ran wild.

    "Holy shit! You saw what I saw? That look has a story inside!"

    "I saw it! That blow kiss!"

    "Do you think something happened between the administrator and that woman?"

    "It can¡¯t be. They only stayed together for a few days in total."

    "A few days is more than enough!"

    "Damn it, then what about the proprietress of the weapon shop?"

    "Big news! The one million-word unspeakable story about the administrator and the female caravan mercenary!"

    "Tsk tsk, it''s not that simple! It''s definitely not that simple! It sounds like a smut!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Understood, we should let Brother Mole draw us some pictures when we get back!"

    Tsk.

    These people really are.

    Lewd.

    Chu Guang''s eyebrows twitched, but he finally restrained the urge toin and kept the calmness an NPC should have.

    After a cough, he used amanding tone to urge the yers who stopped to gossip to get back to their work.

    "Hurry up!"

    "We need to drag all the goods back before the snow bes heavier!"

    At Chu Guang''s urging, the yers finally stopped dying and quickly packed goods on the wooden carts.

    Even though they were still chattering, they never stopped from beginning to end.

    After finally packing their things, the group was ready to go on the road.

    Looking at the gate behind him, the [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] who was on duty took a step forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

    "Dear administrator, what should we do with this stronghold? Do we still need to keep guarding?"

    There was nothing in the stronghold, and he wondered if he could get the award for the mission in advance if he didn''t need to guard it anymore.

    Chu Guang thought for a few seconds, then ordered.

    "Burn it."

    "And leave the rest for mutants."

    This stronghold was too far away from the yers'' resurrection point, and there was no strategic value in terms of location; it was not necessary to keep it.

    Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his moral value was decreasing.

    He really couldn''t figure out how these marauders lived here with peace of mind.

    [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] nodded excitedly, and said. "Yes, administrator!"

    Destroying is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

    ...

    Chu Guang trusted the yers'' search ability.

    They even dug three feet into the ground. Not to mention the chips hidden in the cab, they even moved the whole cab back.

    There was almost nothing left in the entire Bloodhand n stronghold.

    And those leftovers were either inconvenient to take away, or they had no value in recycling.

    Such as those air-dried meat in the warehouse.

    Obviously, a considerable part of that meat was not taken from normal prey.

    After air-drying, it was difficult to distinguish between the appearance of the animal meat and human meat.

    Out of mental mysophobia, Chu Guang didn''t want any of them.

    Part of it had been thrown to feed the marauder captives in the underground cells, and the rest was just hanging on the suspension beams of the tire factory warehouse.

    Those mice and cockroaches can have them after they leave.

    As for potatoes such as shofar potatoes, full grains, and vegetables that looked very simr to Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang had asked his yers to transport all of them back.

    These were all good things.

    Especially those vegetables, which added up to three to four thousand kilograms, could be mixed with grains and meat to eat for a long time, and they could also bnce the nutrition of the clones.

    Not surprisingly, these grains were probably obtained by the marauders from Brown Farm.

    In addition to food, there were some furs such as hyena skins, deer skins, wild boar skins, and even bear skins, which were around 230 pieces.

    It was unlikely that all of these furs came from Bett Street.

    There were only a hundred households on Bett Street. Even if the old leech exploited people down to their bones, he may not be able to collect these tributes.

    Chu Guang spected that a considerable part of them must have been contributed by other nearby survivors'' settlements.

    These marauders had been busy looting throughout the fall, but before they had time to enjoy them, they all fell into the hands of Chu Guang.

    And Chu Guang naturally didn''t n to return them.

    Finders keepers is the rule on the wastnd after all.

    A raging fire was soon ignited at the gate of the camp, and sparks that were blown by the north wind were slowly moving in the direction of the main building.

    Looking at the fire in front of him and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang felt a little bit of emotion in his heart.

    Pulling out the "Silver Snake" revolver next to his waist, he fired a shot into the sky.

    "Bang--!"

    The gunshot echoed on the snow-covered street, drowning in the wind and snow, signaling the ending of the dead souls who died here.

    Waving off the white smoke floating on the barrel, Chu Guang inserted the revolver back into the gun holster made by Teng Teng, turned to look at the waiting yers, and walked in front of them.

    "Let¡¯s go home!¡±

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 Chapter 102: A Big Wave Of Newbies Is Incoming!

    Chapter 102 A Big Wave Of Newbies Is Iing!

    Official website forum:

    "Breaking news! The female mercenary was flirting with Shelter 404 administrator ¡®Dawn''!"

    "Shocking news! The administrator slept with a female mercenary!"

    "It was said that they did it for five days straight!"

    "Their child is already 5 months old!"

    "We are all adults who can y games for seven days a week. Please be mature! Don''t be so naive! So what about the process animation? What about the plot CG? How could they skip it? No CG, bad review!"

    "Hahaha, you guys think NPCs can''t surf the Inte, so you can spread rumors about them without losing their favorability? Hahaha."

    Not only were the test yers excited, but the non-test yers were also joining the post for fun.

    At this moment, the artist [The_Escaping_Mole] in the forum jumped out and created a post separately.

    "Here are the drafts! (Picture) (Picture) (Picture)"

    Ya Ya: "!!!"

    Teng_teng: "Is, is this something you can read without spending money? (Nosebleed)"

    Night Ten: "Brother Mole is da best!"

    Ample Time: "Awesome!!!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Hey hey hey, don''t panic brothers, it''s just a draft, please wait for me to color them!"

    ["The_Escaping_Mole" is banned by the moderator for 12 hours]

    Old White: "?!"

    Irene: "Danger! (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Light: "Don''t post strange pictures. All obscene pictures will be prohibited in the future. Although our serverplies with localws and regtions, we are a seriouspany and the game is also a serious game. Please restrain yourself and don''t post any pictures that are not family-friendly."

    Although the qualifications for the game were only issued to adults, anyone could enter the official website. There were people of all ages on the forum, so such obscene pictures were really not suitable to be uploaded onto the forum.

    Wastnd Online was a fun-oriented game that focuses on "easy entertainment and leisure development". There were no obscene scenes. This game would not promote micro-transaction, let alone pornography.

    If anyone posted obscene pictures, the first-time offender would receive a formal warning and be banned for a certain period of time, the second-time offender would be directly listed on the dangerous ount lists, and the third-time offender would be permanently IP banned and kicked out of the game.

    Since Chu Guang discovered that Little Seven could operate theputer instead of himself, Chu Guang even let Little Seven manage it.

    After all, if it was manual management, he really couldn''t handle thousands of posts every day.

    In addition to this, Chu Guang had also instructed Little Seven to highlight interesting strategy posts for him, so he could take a look at them when he was free.

    He needed to pay more attention to those highlights.

    What if there are some good ideas?

    Then those ideas can be added to the alpha 0.6 version.

    Night Ten: "Damnnit, I thought mods were asleep!"

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "I see, so the game designer will onlye out if someone posts obscene pictures!"

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: "Spread the words around, the game designer was reading NSFW posts during work hours!"

    Chu Guang: "..."

    Gee.

    This bunch of trolls!

    Ample Time: "s! I feel sorry for my Old Brother Mole. He just drew a few pictures, but he got ruthlessly punished. It''s so miserable!"

    Teng_teng: "Since you can''t draw the doujinshi of the administrator and the female mercenary, how about... Brother Mole, how about changing the female mercenary to a male? (o?¨Œ?)o "

    Night Ten: "I propose to draw Teng Teng and Ya Ya!"

    Gale: "Second this!!!"

    Irene: "Teng Teng and Ya Ya (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "!!! Goblin Industry will sponsor one silver coin!"

    Ya Ya: "What the hell?? (¡£ §¥ ¡£;)"

    Teng_teng: "(?¨F¡õ¡ä)?¨t?¨s"

    ...

    With the end of the transaction with Horseshoe Firm, the time soon came to October.

    As the vast majority of experienced survivors predicted, this year''s winter came earlier than ever.

    It was just the beginning of October, but the daily average temperature on the surface had dropped from single digits to below zero. As the howling cold wind and falling snow swept the ground, it only took one night for the snow on the surface to build up from sole-deep to knee-deep.

    Fortunately, the snow did not keep falling.

    On this rare sunny day, this endless ruin ushered in a group of energetic and enthusiastic new yers.

    They awakened from thefort of the culture chambers.

    Looking at the extremely real bodies and the surrounding environment before them, they were shocked, surprised, and even ecstatic to a point that they couldn''t breathe.

    Chu Guang locked the permission to open the door and gave them ten minutes to put on clothes and adjust their emotions so that they would not do shameless things in public.

    Then he used the broadcast to remind them to gather in the central lobby on the B2 floor.

    "Holy shit! Holy shit!¡­.! It is really a virtual reality technology!"

    "Shocking, I''m not dreaming, am I!?"

    "Pinch me!... Huh? Why doesn''t it hurt at all?"

    "You idiot! Didn¡¯t you learn anything after waiting on the official website for more than half a month!? It is pain shielding, do you understand pain shielding?"

    "Hehehe, can you open it? I want to open it..."

    "...???"

    Facing these shocked neers, the old yers were not surprised. After all, they also had simr reactions in the past.

    In addition, new yers always entered the game batch by batch, so it had be one of the traditions or fun of this game to see the embarrassing behaviors of new yers.

    "Oh my. That guy is not bad. He isn''t surprised at all, he must be a veteran yer."

    "How do you know that he is not scared silly? Look at those pupils, they are all dted."

    "s, the qualities of this batch of new people are not that great, their psychological endurance is not strong, and their surprised reactions are too exaggerated."

    "Give me a break! You even have the audacity to say this! I clearly remember that when you just entered the game, you even wanted to take off your pants in front of everyone, but you were stopped by the people around you."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Okay, okay, you can shut up."

    Chu Guang also watched.

    He was waiting for everyone to arrive.

    At this moment, several screams suddenly came from behind the crowd.

    Chu Guang looked up and found a white bear with a length of about 2.5 meters, holding on to the door frame timidly, its bear face popping out from the north entrance of the square nervously.

    "How, howe I''m all hairy?"

    Many yers nearby were taken aback, and instinctively moved away.

    "Holy shit! There is a bear!"

    "Bear?! Where?"

    "Wow!"

    The old yers were rather calm.

    After all, there was even a Lizardman in the shelter, so what was so strange about having a bear?

    This game would asionally give out special ounts, either with special talents or with a gic sequence different from that of normal yers.

    As for Chu Guang?

    He was even calmer.

    After each yer logged in, their gic sequences would be updated in the [yer List] provided by the system. He was also the first to see that yer''s attribute panel.

    [ID: Roshan

    Gic sequence: Mutant - Bear

    Level: Lv.0

    ¡ª¡ªBasic attributes¡ª¡ª

    Strength: 9

    Agility: 6

    Physique: 7

    Perception: 7

    Intelligence: 3

    ]

    [ Talent:

    Cold Resistance (Highly resistant to severe cold, not good at hot environments, and subject to additional burn damage.)

    Work Hard But Not Smart (Higher endurance, difficult to operateplex machinery)

    Physical Regeneration (Stronger resilience, difficult in leveling gic sequence)

    ]

    The agility, physique, and perception of this yer were 1 point lower than that of Mr. Garbage; the strength was 1 point higher than that of Mr. Garbage, and the intelligence was 1 point higher.

    Of course, the aboveparison was using the stats of Mr. Garbage when he was still at LV.0, but now Mr. Garbage was at LV.2.

    Although the initial attributes of the "mutants" sequence were generally stronger than those of the five mainstream sequences, the growth-weakening debuff that came with the mutants sequence was a serious w.

    Such as Mr. Garbage.

    Obviously, he was the first few yers who entered the game, but his level had been suppressed in the second echelon for quite a while. He had been ying the game for more than half a month but he was still only Lv. 2, which was really embarrassing.

    Moreover, the characteristics of "Work hard but not smart" made them more inclined to engage in primitive activities, and it was difficult for them to operate the equipment as easily as normal humans.

    Still using Mr. Garbage as an example. Even if the trigger and grip were improved, it was difficult for him to operate light weapons.

    Anyway, Chu Guang''s feeling was that this guy had given up using a gun and hadpletely embarked on the path of physical evolution. If he could fight in closebat, he would, but if he couldn¡¯t, he would throw javelins.

    Most yers were happy to team up with him.

    After all, who wouldn¡¯t love tanks?

    If he couldn''t get behind the enemy lines, he would be a target, but if he could, it would be a massacre!

    When new yers first saw the bear, they were all panicked, but after discovering that this bear seemed to be very timid, they leaned forward curiously.

    At this time, a short-haired female yer named [Tail] quickly walked around and curiously stretched out her hand to grab the tail of [Roshan], which scared the bear to jump forward.

    "What are you doing!"

    Tail smiled. "Bro, your ount is really awesome! How much did you pay for this ount?"

    "I, I, I, I applied for it normally and waited for a long time. As for how to spend money on this game, there is no option for me to pay."

    Another long-haired female yer named [Sisi] came over as well, and curiously pulled the fluffy tail, scaring the bear into leaning its back against the wall.

    "Speaking of which, why are you using such a strange name, Roshan?"

    "I, I, I, I wanted to be called Rosan, but I made a typo. This game doesn¡¯t have a rename function, so I can¡¯t change it.."

    Sisi suddenly smiled evilly.

    "Understood, I will go to the forum to register an alt ount called Rosan."

    "Please don¡¯t¡­."

    Tail touched her chin and thought for a while, then her right fist suddenly hit the palm of the other hand.

    "It''s decided, I''ll call you Roro from now on! And you will be my mount. Wait, let me check if you have that thing first."

    Roro almost wanted to cry.

    "Go- go away! I''m a girl!"

    Tailughed even more happily.

    "It''s okay, me too! Hurry up and let me check it!"

    Sisi: "Hey! Are you a pervert?"

    "Of course not, how can a woman be a pervert!"

    After a lot of noise, Tail finally let go of the bear in disappointment, and smacked her lips. "Tsk, there¡¯s nothing."

    Needless to say, this furry animal was still very attractive to female yers.

    The sad thing was, this bear was very timid and was not domineering at all. If it was the mutant brown bears on the wastnd, they could even kill a creeper with just one p.

    But having said that, if yers in the mutants sequence didn''t have those organs. Was this RoRo bear a male bear or a female bear?

    Emmm...

    Whatever.

    This question was too difficult for Chu Guang.

    He decided to just stick to the yer''s gender.

    After all the yers arrived at the lobby, Chu Guang cleared his throat loudly to signal them to be quiet.

    Then, Chu Guang said in a solemn voice.

    "The war is over."

    "The bad news, however, is that our world has changed beyond recognition."

    "Now is the 200th year after the war. Fortunately, we have sessfully survived the most difficult years. To be able to stand here means that you are already more fortunate than 12 billion people. But now I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible and then fulfill your deration under the banner of the Federation of People!"

    "The one next to me is my assistant, its name is Little Seven. You can ask it any questions about shelter or things you don''t understand."

    Just like many times before, Chu Guang announced the rules and regtions of the shelter to the hundred yers who had just climbed out of the culture chambers as the administrator of the shelter.

    The "cutscenes" of each yer when they just entered the game were the same, but the "alpha 0.5 version" was slightly different from the previous versions. Chu Guang had added a special task for old yers who had reached the citizen level.

    That was, to help newbies to level up.

    All yers who had reached the level of citizenship and received a VM device could receive the mission of "Passing The Torch" in the mission system.

    The mission content was very simple.

    yers who received the mission could choose up to three newbies and be their "novice guides", as long as they could help them to level up from Lv0 to Lv1 within a week, they would receive 100 contribution points and 10 silver coins as rewards.

    100 contribution points were not attractive to yers who reached the citizen level, but the reward of 10 silver coins was still very attractive.

    Like the strength type, as long as they kept cutting down the tree until they were exhausted, they could almost reach Lv1 by simply cutting trees two days in a row.

    Other sequences¡¯ leveling required some skills. But basically, except for the intelligence type, it was not too difficult to level up from Lv0 to Lv1, and they could almostplete the mission in about three days.

    While leading people to level up, they could also do other tasks to make money, and they could also bring three minions at a time. This was basically easy money, so why not do it?

    In addition, neers with gic sequence level Lv0 could also receive the rted task of "Passing The Torch" through the public notice in the lobby.

    They could choose a "shelter veteran" with VM equipment to serve as their "novice guide".

    As long as they leveled up to Lv1, they could get 80 contribution points and 8 silver coins, which was basically equivalent to the normal 12-hour ie of new yers.

    This numerical design was very reasonable.

    The reason forunching the mission of "Passing The Torch" was to allow the newbies to quickly be familiar with the game so as not to run around blindly like headless flies. In addition, it was to integrate them into Shelter 404.

    Especially thetter.

    For a ss of 100 people, even changing seats would change the ss environment, let alone suddenly doubling the number of people.

    Chu Guang knew very well that the biggest challenge brought by the alpha 0.5 version update was not the server''s CPU, but the impact of new yers on the Wastnd Online server environment.

    After all, this kind of game with a high threshold, hardcore elements, and a "virtualmunity" as its selling point was determined by its gamey and the server environment. They were above everything else.

    It was like a normal online game. When everyone was having fun, but suddenly, it became free for a limited time on weekends; it would instantly be impossible to have fun if there were a few bad yers joining the game.

    Just like a certain game called Squad.

    A new person could be a nightmare for the whole team. Especially when the dumb yer grabbed the only "sniper" or RPG in the team, or even got into the vehicle team to be a vehicle driver, it would be the beginning of the nightmare.

    But could you me them?

    Not entirely.

    Everyone came from newbies. Except for trolls who would take pleasure in destroying the game experience of others, most people would learn.

    As long as someone was willing to teach, new yers would still be willing to learn. In this way, the server environment would naturally get better.

    In fact, from the perspective of making money, the normal logic was to drive away the old yers who had paid for the game and let those few bad yers run around on the server doing anything they liked. In this way, it could not only make those bad yers be addicted to the game, but also stimte consumption. When bad yers be addicted to trolling, the server would immediately ban them, which may annoy the trolls and make them open a few more ounts to attack the server. But what those trolls wouldn¡¯t know was that this would only boost the game sales.

    For example, the practice used by a certain game studio called blue something hole.

    But was Chu Guang that kind of person?

    What was the use of money?

    It was useless to him!

    Wastnd Online would rather operate at a loss to give yers the best gaming experience and maintain the best server environment to the end!

    "With VM, friends and team systems can be rolled out soon. All of these features are great tools for maintaining the social ecosystem of an MMORPG."

    "When there are more yers in the future, the gap in level, wealth, andbat power will widen, and the guild system can be gradually developed."

    "A powerful guild will then be able to be upgraded to a legion, and can be sent out to explore wastnd or fight."

    "Mhm, the guild and the legion can be associated with the yer¡¯s status level. A yer who made enough contributions to the shelter can be a ruler of the explorednd, a guild leader, and even a legion leader."

    "I''m really a genius!"

    Looking at the yers who were already starting to look for team members in the lobby, Chu Guang''s expressionless face couldn''t help revealing a smile of satisfaction.

    Very good.

    These new yers are growing vigorously.

    Don''t miss out on the regr updates on the advanced chapter folders with just $3.00/month to support your favorite trantor.

 Chapter 103: The Hardworking Players Can Take Care Of Themselves

    Chapter 103 The Hardworking yers Can Take Care Of Themselves

    After Chu Guang left, there were endless shouts in the lobby on the second basement floor.

    Little_book_worm: "Are there any neers of the perception type? We are an old veteran team with an Lv3 strength type, a physique type, and an agile type. If you join us, you just need to lock the enemy and leave the rest to us. We will carry you."

    Midnight_pubg: "Is there any strength-type yer who needs a team? Come, team up with us to chop down trees. We will help you level up to LV1 in one day!"

    Spring_watermander: "Huh! Why does no one want the intelligence type? This is not fair!"

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Big brother, it''s not that we don''t want them. We don''t know how to level up the intelligence type!"

    Irene: "I can teach you how to be a feeder."

    The most sought-after neer was naturally the white bear, but there was only one bear, and she was quickly fooled into bing a tank.

    Then the neers who were in the most demand were the perception type, followed by the strength type, which was the easiest to level up, and the agile type and physique type which could y any role in the team.

    The saddest yers were still the intelligence-type yers.

    In the current version, although Life Profession had signs of rising, not all Life Profession positions required intelligence.

    It was true that the higher the intelligence attribute, the speed of learning skills would be slightly increased, but this bonus was actually not very obvious in the novice period.

    Life Profession jobs like moving bricks, stering, digging, transporting stones, and making cement actually required strength.

    Just when the intelligence-type yers felt lost, a 1.5 meter tall girl with intelligence sequence stood on tiptoes and waved her both hands high.

    "This is Teng Teng''s Hut. We are recruiting cute apprentices who are willing to be tailors. We will consider Intelligence type yers first. Come sign up!"

    A group of intelligence-type newbies seemed to see the light in the gloomy world.

    "Mom, I saw an angel!"

    "Coach! I want to learn tailoring!"

    "Wuu Wuu, from today, scissors and needles are my life!"

    "Wait, can I sign up? I am a strength type! I suddenly felt that Life Profession is also very interesting!"

    "I think intuition is very important in making clothes, I am a perception type!"

    "Nonsense! Agility is the most important in tailoring! Speed is the way!!"

    Not only the newbies of the intelligence type, but other sequences also ran over.

    Later, not just the newbies, even the old yers with VMs also came to join in the fun, begging to hug the thigh of the rich woman.

    Teng Teng, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, waved her hands hurriedly and said. "I, I, I can only take three people."

    Tail standing on the edge of the crowd stroked her chin, and sighed. "Damn it, they took my bear away."

    Sisi standing next to her sighed and rolled her eyes. "Stopining. We should hurry up and find a big thigh to hug."

    "Thigh?" As if an antenna seemed to be erected on the top of her head, Tail stretched out her neck and looked around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and locked on a certain long leg that was pushed to the edge of the square.

    "Sisi, you are the physique type, right?"

    "Mhm."

    "I¡¯m an agile type! " Hitting her palm with her fist, Tail stared at Ya Ya in the distance, her eyes became sharp. "It''s her!"

    Sisi nced at Tail suspiciously. "...You sure?"

    "Yes! It''s bigger than usbined!"

    "...Are we talking about the same thing?"

    "Big, means strength!"

    Watching Tail skipping toward Ya Ya, Sisi sighed. "I don¡¯t know what she is thinking anymore..."

    ¡­

    Leaving newbies to the old yers, Chu Guang went to train the prisoners who had been rescued from the marauder''s underground cells.

    A total of thirty prisoners were rescued.

    Previously, Chu Guang had ordered the warehouse manager Luca to register their identities, and ask how everyone was captured and what did they do before being captured. And more importantly, if they had any professional skills.

    In addition, he also wanted to know where they were from, if they had any rtives on the wastnd, and if anyone was willing to ransom them, and so on.

    These were all necessary procedures.

    Chu Guang needed to decide what work was suitable for them based on their personal experience.

    Of course, if someone expressed their desire to go home, he would generously let them go. Although he wouldn''t pay the travel expenses, he would never force them to stay.

    Nothing forcibly done is going to be agreeable, and it may not help him in any way. Moreover, these ves were not stronger than the yers, braver than the yers, and more hard-working than the yers.

    What Chu Guang needed was loyalty from the heart.

    Only a sufficiently loyal NPC could be his assistant, assisting him in guiding the yers to y the game "correctly".

    Although old Luca was illiterate and only learned some basic pinyin, VM had a recording function, and it was also possible to transfer oral recordings to text archives.

    "Administrator." Looking at Chu Guang walking towards the warehouse, old Luca, who was teaching the survivors the rules, respectfully greeted him.

    Chu Guang nced at the survivors.

    They were wearing ragged jackets and leather jackets that were pulled off from marauders. Most of them had sallow faces, and were as skinny as skeletons, clearly suffering from malnutrition.

    Chu Guang had ced them in camp near the brick kiln, and recently moved them to the outpost, allowing them to build shacks between the south gate wall and the trenches.

    Every day Luca would cook a pot of green wheat porridge for them with 2 kilos of raw meat and 1 kilo of cabbage they took from the marauders. For them, it was the supreme delicacy.

    This was indeed good food.

    After all, when they were in the underground cells before, not to mention wearing clothes, even fatter rats and cockroaches could be called delicious.

    There was no steaming food there at all.

    "Why are there only 25 left?" Chu Guang counted the number of people and found that there were fewer people, so he looked at Luca and asked.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Luca lowered her head and said. "Five people couldn''t make it... When they were sent back, many of them were seriously injured, and some were even disabled. I used some herbs to treat them, but they still didn''t survive. Their remains had been sent into the furnace. I''m sorry, I didn''t do my job well. You can punish me."

    Not bad. At least, he knew how to make decisions without my presence.

    Chu Guang found that old Luca and Xia Yan were two extremes, one was very diligent, and the other one was veryzy.

    "No, you did the right thing," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "have the identities of these survivors been checked?"

    Luca nodded and said. "Yes!"

    The recordings had been sorted into data and uploaded to theputer. Little Seven quickly pulled out the files and sent them to Chu Guang''s VM.

    Chu Guang''s VM was different from the VMs of yers and NPCs. He had the highest authority and could directly connect to the server of the No. 404 shelter. Basically, he would always get a signal as long as he didn''t go too far out of the outpost.

    Looking at the information on the VM, Chu Guang had a rough idea of the identities of these survivors.

    Two of them were former ves from Brown Farm and two were hunters from Bett Street. Most of the rest came from the survivor settlements near the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, or simply the refugees who wandered nearby.

    "...Zhao Rat and Yang Seconddog?"

    Tsk.

    What are these names?

    Chu Guang was speechless. He finally figured out what names the survivors of Bett Street would use if they ran out of Chinese zodiac signs andmon animals.

    If there were not enough names, they could still use numbers.

    Hearing that the administrator was calling their names, the two skinny survivors hurriedly stood up nervously.

    "Yes, sir."

    "How did you end up being captured by the Bloodhand n?" Chu Guang stared at two people and asked curiously, "Didn''t your old leech- I mean your town mayor paid the protection fee to the Bloodhand n?"

    The two people looked confused.

    "Protection fee..."

    "I, I don''t know, sir."

    "Sir, how would the town mayor tell us this?"

    "Yes... we were caught while huntingst month."

    It seemed that the two people had never thought about why the marauders of Bloodhand n would not attack Bett Street.

    The strength of Brown Farm was not bad. They gave the marauders supplies probably to avoid unnecessary losses. In terms of Bett Street, with a few guns and broken walls that couldn''t even ward off rats, probably even a squad of marauders would be able to capture it.

    However, it seemed that the protection fee and the ransom were two concepts. It couldn''t guarantee their safety when scavenging outside, and the town mayor of Bett Street had no n to ransom them.

    Chu Guang stared at the two of them for a while, then spoke. "Do you have any rtives on Bett Street?"

    The two nodded repeatedly.

    "Yes."

    "Very well, I now give you two choices, one is to go back to reunite with your rtives, and the other is to stay here and work for me."

    The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

    "Sir, I want to stay."

    "Me, me too."

    Chu Guang looked at them and smiled. "Have you thought it through carefully?"

    The two nodded together.

    "Yes!"

    It was hard to get prey in winter, and they knew how much food was left at home. Going back by themselves now meant that their families would have one more person to feed, which would only worsen the situation at home.

    Here, they got a ce to live and food to eat. They were already very satisfied. Even if they wanted to go back, they wanted to wait until next spring.

    Chu Guang knew what they were thinking, but didn''t take it to heart.

    Whether they went back to their home, or stayed at the outpost to help build the outpost, it was both useful to him.

    Looking at Luca, Chu Guang continued to ask. "Do you know these ves from Brown Farm?"

    Luca replied obediently ."Sir, don''t worry, I am your servant. I will treat them equally no matter where they are from."

    Chu Guang said with a smile. "You just need to tell me if you know them."

    Luca nodded quickly. "Both of those two, I know their names, although I don''tmunicate with them much."

    Chu Guang nodded and continued. "Those two can stay here. You take them to familiarize themselves with the position of the warehouse manager. When they are capable of doing the position of warehouse manager, let them handle the granary and the warehouse."

    "After this is done, I will arrange more important work for you."

    Luca was overjoyed when he heard Chu Guang''s words, but he still lowered his head humbly and solemnly promised. "Yes, sir! I promise that I''ll train them well for you. If they do anything wrong, I am willing to take responsibility!"

    The ves at Brown Farm were very good; they were the most obedient.

    Looking at the remaining survivors, Chu Guang thought for a moment and said. "In terms of the rest, ask them to pack their things, bring fuel, food, and other supplies."

    "While it is not snowing now, I need them to camp on the edge of the river on the northwest side. There is a brick kiln there, I will arrange for them to work there. "

    When they got there, two clever survivors would be selected to be the foremen, and a VM would be given to each of them to help themmunicate with the yers and guide other survivors to work.

    The VM had a positioning function and would be turned on passively. Chu Guang was not at all worried that they would lose precious equipment, and it was a bit difficult to break this thing.

    Luca nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

 Chapter 104: More NPCs and richer interactive systems

    Chapter 104 More NPCs and richer interactive systems

    After the order was issued, these survivors quickly demolished their shacks and headed to the brick factory in the northwest.

    Although they came from there before, and now they needed to go back, no one had anyints about the administrator''s arrangement.

    It was already a lucky thing to be able toe out of the marauder''s underground cell alive, not to mention being able to dress and eat.

    Ample Time and Old White, who were measuring thend near the brick kiln, stopped what they were doing when they saw the group of people and walked up to the administrator to ask. "Dear administrator, may I ask who these people..."

    Chu Guang said without hesitation. "These people are the survivors who were saved by us. In order to repay us, they are willing to help with our construction."

    The faces of Ample Time and Old White suddenly showed joy. They had just been worried about not having enough people because other yers all went to do novice tasks. Thesebor forces could be said to solve their urgent needs.

    "Then how much sry do we need to pay them?"

    In fact, there was no need to pay them.

    However, since the yers actively requested, Chu Guang thought about it for a moment and said after considering the realism.

    "One silver coin per person per day. I will deduct this expenditure directly from your ount. You only need to ensure that they will not be hungry or frozen to death."

    "In addition, pay attention to construction safety. I don''t want to see the reduction of workers due to poor working conditions. This will not only affect our regional reputation, but also dy production."

    "If there are casualties, 100 silver coins will be deducted aspensation."

    Thispensation would of course not be paid to the NPC. It is just a constraint on the setting level.

    Moreover, these native people would not be interested in these pieces of metal. For them, they would rather receive a piece of meat than such a gadget with no recycling value.

    While speaking, Chu Guang sent the pre-edited task to Old White through his VM.

    Although it was a bit far from the outpost here, it would not affect the point-to-point information transmission between the two VM devices.

    After triggering the task of hiring NPC workers, Bull and Horse Brick Factory would automatically spend 23 silver coins from the ount every day as the "work money" of these employees.

    Compared to yers'' wages of at least 10 silver coins a day, hiring these NPCs to do work could be said to be very cheap.

    Ample Time and Old White immediately agreed happily after a simple calction.

    Of course, in order to prevent these yers from abusing those natives, Chu Guang immediately added another sentence.

    "The minimum food standard per person per day is 0.5 kilos of green wheat. Of course, this is only the minimum nutritional standard. If you want them to work harder, you can buy more meat and fish, or even go to the city to get some game for them."

    We can feed the NPCs!

    Holy shit.

    This game not only has a management element, but also a growth simtion element.

    Ample Time and Old White''s eyes lit up, and they said confidently. "Don''t worry, Administrator, we will definitely not mistreat them!"

    "Yes! Even if I am hungry, I won''t make them hungry!"

    Emmm...

    No need to be so exaggerated.

    Eating too much is actually not good for work. There is such an example in the outpost.

    But Chu Guang didn''t say anything.

    The exploration itself was also part of the fun of the game.

    These yers would naturally find a suitable path, and they only needed to grasp the general direction.

    Manipting everyone''s life was neither realistic nor necessary.

    ...

    23 survivors settled down in the brick factory, changing their identities from refugees to brick-makers at the outpost.

    They set up the camp quickly, and it took less than an hour for them to rebuild the shacks they made in front of the south gate.

    Although it looked a bit crude, there was still no problem with sheltering them from wind and rain.

    For survivors on the wastnd, it was almost a must-have talent to quickly build a shelter that could withstand wind and rain.

    But the yers were not very good at it.

    Even Mr. Garbage, who imed to be "Garbage_pickup_level_99", has never picked up rubbish in reality. At most, he often went downstairs to dump rubbish.

    Watching these survivors build shacks, Chu Guang found Zhao Rat and a survivor from outside Qingquan City, gave them a dedicated VM for NPC, and appointed them as foremen, responsible tomunicate with yers.

    If other survivors had any opinions, they could report to the yer as soon as possible. In special circumstances, they could use the "mission system" to ask the yer for help.

    However, the task rewards of different NPCs were restricted by different levels, and they could not freely give money to yers.

    This was simr to other MMORPG games.

    The limit set by Chu Guang for the two foremen was up to 2 silver coins, which could only be released every 72 hours. The lowest level was 5 copper coins, and the CD time was 24 hours.

    If there were any difficulties in life, such as a leak in the shed, and fuel was needed, they could issue the lowest mission to the yers. If someone was sick, or someone was injured, they could use the highest level of reward to release the task.

    Of course, Chu Guang did not tell these NPCs about the name of the "mission system" and its true meaning, but only abstractly told them how to use these functions cautiously and seek reasonable help from those "omnipotent" yers in blue coats.

    Like other NPCs, every time they posted a mission and talked to yers, they would leave a record in the VM.

    Chu Guang would let Lucae over at intervals, collect the data with VM, bring it back to the outpost for archiving, and review the data with the assistance of AI.

    Only by using these data, Chu Guang could easily grasp the exchanges and interactions between the yers and the native people, and could also easily check whether these NPCs have released some tasks "inconsistent with their own personality and identity".

    If they really did something like this, Chu Guang would deal with such "Bugs" as soon as possible.

    "There will definitely be loopholes in the newly implemented rules. But fortunately, there are only few people in the testing stage, so I can try to find those mistakes and correct them in time."

    Looking at the backs of the people who slowly walked away, Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought.

    "...When the game reaches the beta testing phase, a rtivelyplete NPC and yer interaction system should be formed."

    Mhm.

    As expected of me!

    With everything arranged here, Chu Guang left contentedly.

    ...

    6 o''clock in the evening wastnd time.

    After Old White went offline, he immediately went to the forum to create a new post.

    "Breaking news! Breaking news! The Bull and Horse Brick Factory will officially open from tomorrow! We are now giving you a 10% discount! What are the yers who want to build a house waiting for? Hurry up and ce an order!"

    At this moment, it was 6 o''clock in the morning in the real world.

    Generally, other forums would have no users online at this time, but the official website of Wastnd Online was just the opposite. Usually, it had the most people online at this time.

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "What is your daily production capacity?"

    Old White: "Not much, not much. At present, there is no problem with a daily production of one or two thousand bricks. We will probably achieve a daily production of tens of thousands by the end of the month! (Smiley face)"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "Awesome!!!"

    Lightning_emperor_professor_yang: "I want one ton!"

    Gale: "Our bricks are not sold by ton. The specifications and sizes are fixed. They are sold by block. Each 100 standard bricks will cost 1 silver coin."

    Night Ten: "Brother Gale, why are you wasting time talking to Professor Yang? He doesn''t even have the qualification to enter the game yet. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Lmao, 100 bricks cost one silver coin? Did you even do the math? Building a house will need at least hundreds of millions of bricks. Just the two-storey small house near my house cost 500 million bricks, let alone other ces. It would cost one million silver coins to build a house in the game? I heard that you guys only make single-digit silver coins for a task. Haha, this game is really realistic."

    Irene: "Big brother, do you live near Forbidden City? Then do you have to buy entry tickets when you go back? (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Hold_the_sword_execution: "Hahaha, actually, the Forbidden City did not use that many bricks, only 80 million bricks probably. However, the size of their bricks is muchrger."

    Irene: "I was just joking. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    The wall area of a room with an inner area of 2.5*2m and 3 meters high is at most 27 square meters. If it''s an 18cm thick wall, it will need 96 bricks, so 2600 bricks should be more than enough.

    Even if most yers chose to build a bigger house together, the average would not exceed 5,000 bricks.

    100 bricks a silver coin, 50 silver coins per capita, this price was still very reasonable.

    In theter stage, the demand for bricks may increase, which may increase the brick price as well, but the range of increase and decrease would be limited to within 100%. Unless the NPC warehouse in charge of prices adjusted the benchmark value, it would increase to 2 silver coins at most.

    After all, if it was a little bit more expensive, it would make everyone want to build a house with wood. If that really happened, it would not be worth the effort to make any bricks.

    Brother Arrogant Lord was still as arrogant as his ID. He ran away immediately after taunting everyone and no matter how people @ him, he just wouldn''t show up

    Anyway, he was a well-known troll in the forum, so, no one really cared about him and went back to the original topic.

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Boss White, I am a newbie. Can I use credit if I have no money?"

    Old White: "No, brother, we are just workers. The majority of the shares belong to the shelter. But it doesn''t matter if you have no money, we wee you to visit the brick factory. We suddenly have a bunch of NPCs here, which is quite interesting."

    Night Ten: "Indeed, if you get a prey for them, they will not only say thank you to you, but also immediately set up a big pot. They will stew the prey, give you the best leg meat, and the first bowl of broth. These NPCs are like real people. Hey, I have yed so many games, but only in this game, the interactions between the yers and the NPCs are the best I¡¯ve ever experienced!"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Seriously? Is it that detailed? Wait, are those NPCs in your brick factories the ones we rescued from marauders?"

    Ample Time: "Yes."

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "Dayum! So it''s all connected!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "I''m so envious! We are still doing quests for NPCs, but you have started to use NPCs!"

    Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot: "Not fair! I don¡¯t care, we have to have NPCs in our steel nt as well! Otherwise, it''s not fair! (Frustrated!)"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Discrimination! Goblin Technology also needs NPC!"

    Night Ten: "Get lost. Why do you need a NPC? Use them as suicide bomber? I advise you to be a kind person."

    Ample Time: "Ah, in fact, it''s not as exaggerated as you think. Most of these NPCs can''t be interacted with. They will only say ''Thank you'', ''Yes'', ''Okay'', and ''Brick Maker'' or something like that. I took a closer look and found that only NPCs wearing VM devices can be interacted with, and the rest don''t look very smart. "

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Mhm, that''s the same as I thought. This is more reasonable. If all NPCs can be interacted with, the server of this game would be really incredible."

    Now there were only a few people, and it was just a brick factory. When the number of yers increased in theter stage, even if the ratio of NPC to yers was 1:10, it was enough for this server to crash.

    Gale: "...I think just the virtual reality technology alone is already incredible enough."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Let''s stop talking about this. Have you tried tomunicate with that interactive NPC? Did you trigger any special dialogue? Or any hidden tasks?"

    Ample Time: "...Hidden task?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Yes! Normally, those NPCs with rich text content generally have hidden tasks to do. Aren''t all those virtual reality online game novels written like this, haven''t you tried it?"

    Ample Time was silent for a long time before replying to a post.

    "...Uh, of course I tried it, but it didn''t seem to trigger any tasks? They just make bricks. The task the administrator gave us is to let them repair the brick kilns."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Sigh, you stillck imagination! This kind of MMORPG, let alone the role of the foreman, even an old hen at the entrance of Novice Vige may be a hidden boss if the sound it made is different from others. Forget it! It¡¯s useless to tell you so much. I¡¯ll go onler and try it myself."

    Ample Time: "... I''m warning you, don¡¯t mess around. If it affects the production of our brick factory, it will be a big problem!"

    The_Escaping_Mole "Haha, don''t worry man. I''ll just talk to them! I promise not to touch your NPCs!"

    Tail: "Oh, that sounds interesting, bring me as well!"

    Sisi: "Me too!"

    ......

    Ever since he was thrown into the underground cell by marauders that day, Zhao Rat had never thought that one day he coulde out of the underground cell alive.

    To be honest, life now seemed like a dream to him.

    With afortable bed, a warm brazier, and ample food, they only needed to work 16 hours a day, and the rest was their own free time.

    Moreover, those very capable blue coated people could asionally hit a game or two, and give them meat.

    To be honest, Zhao Rat felt ttered every time he received game from those shelter residents.

    They had seen how cruel these people were.

    Even the marauders were as obedient as little chicks in front of them, not daring to take a breath. It was the first time Zhao Rat saw those fierce evil spirits with such a scared expression on their faces.

    In his cognition, marauders were already at the top of the food chain.

    "Hey, what''s your name?"

    Zhao Rat immediately stopped when he heard a shelter resident talking to him, nced at the VM on his left arm expertly, and said with a non-standard pronunciation.

    "Hello, my name is Zhao Rat. I am the foreman here. What can I do for you?"

    These strange pinyins were taught to him by the old Luca the other day. It was not difficult to learn the pronunciation of each phic symbol, but it was a bit confusing to use.

    Hearing his words, the surrounding shelter residents were instantly excited.

    "He can talk!"

    "Sure enough, we can interact with them!"

    "Dude, can you say ''This is awesome!'' Please?!"

    "Get lost! Brother, don''t listen to him. Do you have any difficulties? Tell me? We, we will help you solve it!"

    Zhao Rat looked confused.

    His VM did not respond. It neither told him what these people were saying, nor did it tell him how to answer.

    He remained silent at the instruction of the Administrator, but these shelter residents surrounded him, babbling non-stop. Clearly, they didn''t want to give up.

    Zhao Rat panicked a little.

    He was worried that his behavior of ignoring these people would anger them, or it would lead to his death.

    After all, this was an age where life was worth less than paper.

    He didn''t think his life was more expensive than these people.

    At this moment, Zhao Rat suddenly remembered another sentence that the administrator exined to him before he left.

    If these shelter residents refused to leave him alone, he could click the gray circle button in the upper right corner of the screen and pronounce the pinyin line disyed on the screen.

    Not daring to hesitate, Zhao Rat immediatelyplied.

    After swallowing, he said stiffly. "My worker brothers are hungry, we need a fish, can you help us?"

    Hearing this sentence, the yers surrounding him were so excited that they almost cheered out loudly.

    "Yeah! We did it!"

    "Is the key word "task"? Mhm, I should try another sentence next time to see if I can trigger a simr effect."

    "Does the task require a fish? Okay!"

    "It''s disyed on the VM! I''ll ept it. What the hell! Howe the reward is only 5 copper coins?"

    "Maybe part of the reward is favorability? Is it a loss to sell a fish for 5 copper coins? Have any of you sold fish before?"

    "Screw it. I''ll ept the task. Any fish will do, right? Let''s steal one from the fisherman at thekeside!"

    "Go go go!"

    Zhao Rat didn''t know what that sentence meant, and he didn''t understand the yers'' answers. But it didn''t take long for him to get a fish.

    And this fish was not small. It was as long as his arm, and its tail kept pping left and right vigorously, sshing the water everywhere.

    Zhao Rat swallowed again.

    This time it was greedy.

    But having said that, he still didn''t forget the administrator''s instructions, and quickly clicked the green tick on the VM to read the words that were disyed on the screen.

    "I thank you on behalf of the workers, and I wish you a pleasant day, kind sir. This fish has been a great help!"

    "We have no more troubles that require your help. You maye back tomorrow to check again."

    Hearing this sentence, the yers around walked away with disappointment.

    That night.

    Holding the steaming fish soup in his hand, Zhao Rat, who was having the meal with the workers, thought for a long time but still couldn''t figure out what he said at the time that disappointed these blue coated people.

    But he didn''t dare to ask more.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Those blue coated people were all big shots.

    The only one who could control them was the administrator who always carried a sledgehammer on his back.

    The Administrator had said repeatedly that they were forbidden to reveal any clues about the mission system, and they were also forbidden tomunicate with the shelter residents about this matter.

    Zhao Rat didn''t dare to disobey the administrator''s order at all. He swore that he would not reveal a word even if he died.

    In any case, this fish stew was quite delicious, and after eating this bowl of fish soup, everyone had more energy to work!

    Don''t miss out on the regr updates on the advanced chapter folders with just $3.00/month to support your favorite trantor.

 Chapter 105: Brother Pakka Wants to Farm

    Chapter 105 Brother Pakka Wants to Farm

    After the Alpha 0.5 version went online for a while, everyone finally became familiar with the new version of the gamey after a few days of research.

    There have also been many hot posts on the official website.

    There were professional strategy analyses and stupid shitposts.

    Quit_your_bullshit: "This winter is too cold. To catch a fish, my hands almost froze. Last time, a group of idiots even stole one of my fish. What the hell? QAQ"

    Little_book_worm: "Anyone saw Brother Garbage? I haven''t seen him for a few days."

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "I saw him! He wanted to go out several times, but the weather was too cold for him. He passed out several times on the way and was dragged back to the shelter again. He was even dragged by the administrator himself once. This guy is now thinking about putting a portable heater inside his clothes, hahaha."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "I designed a set of heating linings for him, which should work with cotton clothes. But now there are two problems that have not been solved: one is that there is no battery, and the other is that it is easy to set the cotton on fire."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Irene:" Why not try to rece the electric heating with a kerosene stove? (? ¡ã ?? ? ¡ã) "

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Damn! Why didn''t I think of that? Now there''s only one problem left. (Grin)"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99:" Do you all want to kill me?! (Terrified)"

    Winter was indeed really not very friendly to this Brother Garbage. This weather was when the lizard should hibernate, going out may be a wrong choice itself.

    But Brother Garbage not only had nothing to do in the shelter, but he also had to spend money to buy food to eat every day. Moreover, he hadn¡¯t paid off the money he owed Brother Mosquito. So Brother Garbage was very desperate.

    Fortunately, the friends of the Bull and Horse were all helping him with stupid ideas. At the moment, it seemed that the most feasible thing was to get a set of armor with a heating function.

    As long as it could heat more than 60% of the body, maintaining body temperature should not be a big problem.

    At worst, he could still carry a steam pot on his back while charging. At the critical moment, he could even spray boiling water on the enemy''s face. Moreover, his teammates could even make a cup of tea with his hot water when they were thirsty.

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Say, there are several blue coats in the new rooms on the B2 floor, hahaha, Ya Ya doesn''t have to worry about not having clothes to wear after respawning anymore!"

    Ya Ya: "Punch you in the nose! ¦×(*£à©`'' ) ¦×"

    Gale: "It is rmended that you change your hunting outfit when you travel far. Those blue coats aren''t that many. Moreover, if it has a hole, the thermal performance will drop a lot."

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "There is no need to save too many clothes. It¡¯s just for wearing, not for worshipping. After unlocking the B3 floor, there might be a bunch of them. But then again, the boots in Teng Teng''s cabin are also great. After putting them on, I feel like I have be a dog."

    Teng_teng: "...I will treat it as if you areplimenting me."

    ...

    After reading the posts in the general chat sub-forum, Chu Guang looked at the strategy sub-forum again. Generally, if there were professional analysis posts on the general chat sub-forum, Little Seven would move them to the strategy sub-forum andbel them as mod-rmended posts.

    The OPs'' IDs in this sub-forum were always familiar to everyone.

    For example, [The_Escaping_Mole].

    This guy wrote a special post, researching the NPCs in the brick factory, and even listed the "texts" of the dialogue in a tree diagram.

    He was very hardworking, but it was a bit unnecessary.

    "Hello everyone, I''m your big-nosed mole. ording to my research in thest three days, I have basically studied the NPCs in the Bull and Horse Brick Factory!"

    "As always, let''s talk about the findings first. These NPCs are not as smart as the Weapon Shop Proprietress Xia Yan and the warehouse manager Luca!"

    "For example, the two foremen. They probably have the most lines. I have recorded more than 20 sentences that are not repetitive. But the other brick workers are rather dull. They would only say ''Thank you'', ''Yes'', ''Okay'', and ''Brick Workers''. I guess that either the texts of these NPCs have not beenpleted yet, or they are not the key plot characters in the first ce, so there are no simrnguage functions."

    "However, the strange thing is that, ording to my observations, although these NPCs are unable tomunicate with yers, they are not dumb and can even be described as smart, and they canmunicate with each other. Perhaps there''s something simr to machine learning in their program kernels? For example, the main artificial intelligence program will observe the yers'' behaviors, and the sub-artificial intelligence program will simte them. And eventually, more and more NPCs will be able tomunicate normally. It''s quite interesting to just think about it!"

    ¡°I don¡¯t understand this subject well. So I''ll leave it to the people who are knowledgeable in cryptography and linguistics to study it. It¡¯s not clear whether the gamepany has created anguage simr to Hilichurl Language, or if it is just some random phic symbols generated by artificial intelligence technology. But in either case, I''m still very impressed by it!"

    "At present, it is certain that only the NPC with the VM canmunicate with the yer smoothly, and can give out tasks. However, each NPC can only give one task per day, and the reward is only 5 copper coins, which is simply too little! It is strongly rmended that the developers increase the task reward, or increase the number of tasks. It should be 5 tasks per person. Only this will be more reasonable.¡±

    The quality of Old Brother Mole¡¯s posts has always been very good, and the number of replies to the post was also more than 100.

    Chu Guang nced at the post briefly. He didn''t expect this yer to have so much free time, and actually recorded all the text he designed.

    "Of course, the rewards are small. The two foremen are not the key NPCs in the first ce. They are just the easter eggs that enrich the game content."

    In other words, it was just to dispel the yers¡¯ exuberant curiosity.

    A big catfish weighing 20 kilograms could be exchanged for at least 1 silver coin in the NPC warehouse. It could be made into fish soup at the North Gate Market and sold to yers. If it was delicious, it could be sold for at least 5 silver coins.

    But they could only get 5 copper coins from the rewards? It was almost like charity work.

    Of course, there were also many yers who spected below the post that the reason why the mission ie was unreasonable may be because some of the rewards were issued in the form of favorability.

    As for the purpose of obtaining the favorability of the foreman NPC, it was still a mystery.

    However, most yers, including Mole himself, also expressed their understanding in the discussion.

    It was a true open world after all.

    The fun was of course exploring.

    Perhaps the phrase "Thank You" was the real reward, and the 5 copper coins were just an apanying gift. If the yers thought it this way, the whole game would instantly be very uplifting.

    After closing Old Brother Mole¡¯s post, Chu Guang scrolled his mouse and continued to look down. He soon saw a familiar ID again.

    However, this ID was rarely seen in the strategy section. Chu Guang often saw him speaking in the chat section, moring for farming.

    Makka_Pakka: "Brothers, I can''t endure it anymore! I want to farm! How can a farming game not allow yers to farm? Tomorrow I will try to make a greenhouse, put a stic roof on top, set a brazier inside, and burn charcoal to heat up. I don''t believe that I can''t grow anything!¡±

    Night Ten: ¡°You can do it, Old Brother, I have faith in you! But be careful not to light yourself up.¡±

    Ample Time: "Hahahaha, beware of carbon monoxide poisoning. This game is pretty real in strange ces. I think Brother Mosquito almost set himself on fire at some pointst time."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Do you need Goblin Technology? We not only sell explosion effects but also sell fertilizers for farming. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Makka_Pakka: "No money! QAQ"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "It''s okay, we provide credit and financing services! Only two percent interest a month, which is a bargain! (? ¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Ample Time: ¡°Don¡¯t listen to this guy, you just go to the warehouse to buy a piece of paper, write an application form carefully, and hand it to the administrator. As long as the n is well written, you may still get money from the shelter."

    Night Ten: "Yes, our outpost just happens to be short of food, I think it is feasible!"

    Makka_Pakka: "Damn, how did I forget this! Thank you, Brother Ample Time!"

    Gale: "Speaking of farming, I suddenly remembered that when I was hunting, I saw a greenhouse ruin that looked like a tower in a residentialmunity. Because we didn''t go in at that time, I don''t know if there is anything that can be recycled in it. But if you really want to farm, why not go there and find out if there is anything that can be used."

    Ample Time: "Indeed, I still have an impression of the big building. But I don''t think it will be easy to break that thing apart and move it back."

    Gale: "It''s just a suggestion."

    Makka_Pakka: "Thank you guys! I''ll try it now!"

    Greenhouse.

    Interesting.

    Looking at the discussion in the post, Chu Guang stroked his chin with interest.

    In fact, judging from the pre-war map, the application of three-dimensional nting technology in Qingquan City was quite extensive.

    However, this was not because of how excellent the concept of three-dimensional nting was, but purely because controble fusion provided almost unlimited energy to all walks of life.

    What is the concept of almost unlimited energy?

    This means that all magnificent imaginations have the basis for realization, and the cost of energy can even be directly deducted from every link of social production.

    From a screw on an industrial machine to a grain of rice on a supermarket shelf.

    This era of extremely wealthy utopias is hard to imagine for people who are still building utopias.

    "I really want to go and take a look at the pre-war era."

    Unfortunately, the two diaries didn''t mention anything about the pre-war world.

    Chu Guang sighed in his heart. After reading the more interesting posts in the forum, he got up and went outside the shelter.

    The north wind howled.

    The snow on the ground has reached knee-deep.

    In order to prevent the snow from blocking the road, Chu Guang had to let old Luca release the task of clearing the snow and recruit two strength-type yers to clear the snow on the main road.

    With one silver coin per hour reward, the two newbies carried shovels, huffing and puffing, shoveling the snow happily.

    At this time, a yer hurriedly ran from the direction of the warehouse, holding an application form in his hand.

    This yer was none other than [Makka_Pakka] who was chatting on the forum before.

    "Dear administrator! I think our shelter needs more food, and I want to build a greenhouse farm for our outpost! This is my n. Please allow me to take ten minutes of your time to exin this to you in detail. My n¡ª"

    "Approved."

    Interrupting his long talk, Chu Guang took the n and just nced at it. He then stuffed the paper worth a copper coin into his pocket.

    Looking at Brother Pakka who fell into a daze, mouth wide open, Chu Guang thought for a moment, and continued, "Yournd is located in the area along theke outside the west gate of the outpost. It covers an area of 13,000 square meters. There is fresh water and fertile soil for farming. The only trouble is that it is a piece of uncultivatednd, but I believe this will not be a problem for you."

    Seeing that Brother Pakka seemed to want to say something, Chu Guang directly gave him a check.

    "From now on, your ''Greenhouse Farm'' will receive a budget of 2000 silver coins. The task has been updated on your VM device. You can choose whether to ept this budget."

    "Wait, wait a minute!" Makka_Pakka finally had a chance to speak, and he hurriedly said.

    It was not because the budget was too small.

    It was that his n was written in a hurry, he forgot to name his project, and directly put [Greenhouse Farm] as the title on the top of the document.

    However, how would Chu Guang give him a chance to change his farm''s name after he finally had a yer who came up with a more normal project name?

    "Are you going to give up the task?" Chu Guang asked while looking at him.

    Brother Pakka swallowed.

    After some inner struggle, under the temptation of silver coins, he finally nodded his head with an upset look.

    "I''ll ept it."

 Chapter 106: Devil Moths Lair

    Chapter 106 Devil Moth''s Lair

    "Why did you pick such a weird name?"

    "Is it weird?"

    "No. Greenhouse Farm¡­ Maybe because it sounds too serious. That''s why it''s a bit odd."

    "Huh! Can you me me for this? I remembered that I forgot to give a cool name only after I submitted the application form."

    "By the way, what did you n to call it originally?"

    "QQ Farm."

    "Pfft..."

    [Makka_Pakka] found [Sideline_cking], the yer he contacted on the forum in the game, and then the two little yers, who dressed in animal fur coats, carried wooden bows and javelins and set off toward the east gate to open up the wastnd.

    Although Chu Guang was curious about why they went to the east gate instead of the west gate, and why they carried wooden bow javelins instead of hoes and axes, after thinking about it, he eventually ignored them.

    Evening.

    Chu Guang was toozy to cook. He went to the North Gate and found that Ya Ya had stewed a pot of venison and mushroom soup, so he put a silver coin on the table.

    "Two bowls please."

    "Okay!"

    Ya Ya who took the bowls eagerly spooned tworge bowls of broth with a sweet smile on her face and gave them to Chu Guang.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Be careful, it''s hot."

    The yers holding the bowls next to the stall saw it, and instantly felt that the meat in the bowl was not that fragrant. All of themined loudly.

    "Boss Ya Ya, that''s not fair!"

    "Yes! You were not gentle at all when you gave the soup to me!"

    "Administrator has a big chunk of leg meat in his bowl! I saw it!"

    "Yes, yes. Why did we only get a small piece of meat in our soup!?"

    "Yes! And it''s still the butt meat!"

    "You should treat all customers the same way! My wife said it!"

    Ya Ya blushed and exined hurriedly.

    "What butt meat! Am, am I that kind of person?"

    Besides, what''s wrong with giving NPCs special treatment? I dare you all to say that you never gave NPCs special treatment before. Humph! You all never even stopped saying "Dear Administrator" once, and you have the audacity toin about me?

    Anyway, I''ve triggered a hidden mission before!

    "I don''t care, unless you give me another bowl!"

    "Eat my ass!"

    Chu Guang smiled like an old father, leaving the noisy little yers alone. He turned around and passed through the north gate to go to Xia Yan¡¯s weapon shop.

    After several times of renovations and alterations, the current weapon shop haspletely changed.

    The original mud wall has be a regr red brick wall, with ayer of ster inside and outside of the shop, and ayer of wooden floor on the ground.

    If it were the old crudely made hut, it would have been crushed by the snow by now.

    It could be seen that the yers loved Boss Xia more than he did. Because of the hand-drawn CG pictures of her on the forum, she was about to be a mascot on the official website.

    No, it should be said that she was already a mascot.

    When Chu Guang walked here, Xia Yan was asleep on the table with a pile of newly made bullets in the wooden basket next to her.

    Now the yers were ying happily at the north gate, but no one was here to disturb her.

    Chu Guang did not wake her up, but gently ced the bowl next to her.

    Then he found a chair in the room, sat down by the brazier, and added a stick of wood to it. While warming up by the fire, he drank the tender and delicious bowl of venison and mushroom soup.

    The wood crackled from time to time, sending out sparks from the brazier.

    The aroma of the broth gradually filled the room.

    Xia Yan''s nose buried in her arms twitched lightly, and then she slowly woke up, looking around sleepily. When she saw Chu Guang sitting in the room, she was instantly awake.

    Looking at Xia Yan who woke up, Chu Guang said casually. "You have really been cking off a lottely."

    She actually didn''t notice that someone was behind her for so long, and she only noticed it after she smelled the fragrant smell of meat. If she was still a mercenary, she might not even survive for two days with this level of vignce.

    Being caught red-handed cking off at work, Xia Yan looked embarrassed. Like a kid who did something wrong, she buried her head and didn''t dare to look at Chu Guang, "I, I only slept for a while after I finished it. I wasn''t cking off... When did youe in."

    "Just now," Chu Guang chuckled and teased seeing Xia Yan look nervous. "Do you need to be so nervous?"

    Xia Yan hesitated for a long time without speaking.

    Chu Guang thought for a while, then spoke. "Starting from tomorrow, I will pay you every day¡­ Mhm, 10 silver coins per day. This month''s wages will be settled daily, and from next month, it will be monthly. Every month I will give you an indicator, mainly about the production of ammunition and weapons. You can treat it as your task. Afterpleting the task, you can get a bonus of 10%~30% of your monthly sry. In addition, your bonus will also be rted to the profit of the weapon shop."

    Xia Yan asked quickly. "What if I couldn''tplete it?"

    Chu Guang shrugged. "It''s fine. Anyway, there are 30 revolver rifles in stock, and more than 4,000 rounds of ammunition, which is enough for the time being."

    Bloodhand n had been destroyed, and now the only threat in the area was the mutant humans on 76th Street. But they seemed to have their own problems to face, and they haven''t set their sights on Linghu Wend Park for the time being.

    The early cold winter was both a risk and an opportunity.

    This natural barrier would buy a period of precious development time for the residents of Shelter No. 404. Food, fuel, and building materials were the keys. In contrast, the demand for weapons was not so urgent.

    Taking a peek at Chu Guang, Xia Yan said in a low voice. "... actually, there are only 14 left, 16 of them were sold some time ago, and there are around 2,000 rounds of ammunition."

    Chu Guang said unconcernedly. "It''s okay, there are still a lot of things taken from marauders in the inventory. It is enough for my people to y for a while."

    "Why are you so good suddenly¡­ You actually want to pay me a sry." Xia Yan asked in a low voice.

    In Boulder City, only when the big people needed their men to die would they suddenly and inexplicably show kindness.

    Although the possibility of finding a buyer in winter was small, Xia Yan was still a little scared. After all, this man had left a deep impression in her mind.

    "Because I think it''s almost time," Chu Guang thought for a while and said, "It''s not just you. Including Old Luca, people who work for me will get paid. It might not be a lot at the moment, but you don''t need to think of it as a reward. This is the part that you deserve after making your own contribution to the shelter."

    Simply put, Chu Guang needed to stimte consumption.

    It was difficult for yers to consume the things they produced by themselves. Letting NPCs purchase the things made by the yers appropriately could promote the expansion of production by the yers.

    Xia Yan nodded, seemingly understanding what Chu Guang said.

    She actually wanted to say that if he really wanted to pay her, he could use those white stic chips. She didn''t need a lot, just one chip a day would do.

    But she was scared of Chu Guang, so she could onlyfort herself by telling herself in her mind, ''Actually, silver coins are also very good, 10 silver coins... I heard that two chips can be exchanged for one silver coin. So based on this rate, my daily sry will be 20 chips? And my monthly sry will be 600 chips!''

    ''In Boulder City, an assault rifle is only 150 chips, so my monthly ie can buy four guns. I will be a proper middle-ss citizen!''

    "Hehehe¡­" Thinking of this, Xia Yan actually began to giggle foolishly.

    Chu Guang ignored the foolish expression on her face, and continued to speak. "In addition, you will get a ''budget'' from the ''profit'' of the weapon shop, which will be used to release tasks to the ''yers''. Just like I taught you, you can guide them to do something that you originally needed toplete yourself. For example, putting gunpowder in the shell case, oiling the receiver, or even helping you to look after the store for a while..."

    "You can freely use your imagination in this part. Anyway, you should understand these trivial things better than me. Your VM can help you edit the tasks. If there''s something you don''t know, you can contact my assistant Little Seven via VM. Appropriately finding something for others to do will make your own work more rxed. "

    While listening to Chu Guang talking nervously, Xia Yan didn''t dare to move or interrupt him.

    But the bowl of venison and mushroom soup was so fragrant, she couldn''t help but nce at it several times, swallowing again and again.

    After noticing her little movements, Chu Guang, who had exined the matter, smiled and said in a rxed tone. "You can think about the rest for yourself, I won''t waste more of your time. This bowl of mushroom soup is my treat. Drink it while it''s hot. There is still a piece of venison in it."

    Xia Yan immediately picked up the bowl and gobbled it down.

    After she put down the bowl, she said with a satisfied expression, ignoring the oil on her lips. "It''s so delicious!"

    "You can go to the north gate after work. It is getting more and more lively there. I guess you haven''t been there before."

    Chu Guang got up from the chair and put the empty bowl on the wooden table next to the brazier. He counted 10 silver coins and ced them next to the bowl.

    "After you finish, wash the bowls for me."

    "Thank you for your help during this period of time."

    Until Chu Guang walked out the door, Xia Yan, holding the bowl in her hand, didn''t recover for a long time.

    "!"

    What word did this demon say?!

    She couldn''t remember if she had ever heard it before, but she knew exactly how cruel and hard-hearted this man was.

    Not only was he cruel to his enemy, but he was also not merciful to his own people.

    She had seen it with her own eyes that he ordered the dead soldiers to be burned in the furnace with the enemy, not even wanting to build a grave for his men.

    Such a cruel man actually showed kindness to her all of sudden. It must be a trap.

    However, Xia Yan didn''t know why, she suddenly felt that she was not as scared as before.

    How to put it?

    When this man threatened her that he would throw her out and let her die outside in the cold if she didn''t work hard, she was really scared.

    But after getting along for a while, it seemed like he never really nned to kick her out.

    Drinking the soup in the bowl in small sips, Xia Yan couldn''t think of anything to say for a while.

    Forget it.

    He didn''t do anything excessive to me anyway.

    Also, this venison is quite delicious.

    For the sake of this soup, I will wash his bowl togetherter.

    ...

    Aftering out of the weapon shop, Chu Guang found Old Luca and exined the sry to him.

    Having been a ve for most of his life, Old Luca had a dazed expression when he heard that his master was nning to give him money.

    Chu Guang really didn''t bother to exin again what sry was, and simply said.

    "Treat it as a reward."

    "You can use it to buy some food, or go to Woodworking Cabin to buy some furniture, supporting the business of the ''yers'', or save it to build a decent house for yourself."

    Hearing the word "reward", Old Luca was so moved that his eyes were in tears. He wanted to kneel down to express his gratitude, but then he remembered that his master once said that the people of shelter 404 were not allowed to kneel, so he immediately put his right fist on his chest.

    "Thank you for your generosity! Master."

    If calling him this way would make him a little morefortable, Chu Guang didn''t bother to correct it.

    After exining the work, Chu Guang then asked about the training of the two new warehouse managers.

    It must be said that these survivors who used to be serfs were naturally adaptable to the service positions of "warehouse management".

    After all, for them, these positions were not avable for everyone at Brown Farm. Only the servants, butlers and soldiers of thend owner had the opportunity to take up those positions.

    However, those people could no longer be regarded as serfs, or even ves at all, they were more like subordinates with status. Most of them inherited their father''s inheritance, and only in rare cases would a serf be selected to work in the master''s house.

    Therefore, both of them cherish the opportunity in their hands very much and learn very fast. It was estimated that they would be able to put on the VM in a few days.

    Chu Guang had confidence in Luca''s work attitude. After a brief inspection, he turned back to the nursing home.

    Just as he was wondering whether to return to the shelter to y the game he just downloaded, or go to the third floor to apany Little Seven for a while, there was amotion in the direction of the north gate.

    It was a scene he felt familiar with.

    A yer with a broken leg lying on a stretcher was being carried by two other yers into the north gate.

    Chu Guang recognized him.

    If he remembered correctly, this guy went out with [Makka_Pakka] from the east gate carrying wooden bows and javelins while singing happily this afternoon.

    At that time, he was still wondering whether they had gone the wrong way when they left from the east gate. Now he believed that most likely, they did not go the wrong way, but courted death from the beginning.

    Chu Guang had a strange expression on his face. He turned on the system and opened the yer list. Sure enough, Brother Pakka''s icon had turned grey. Obviously, he had died.

    Stepping forward, looking at [Sideline_cking] lying on the stretcher with gradually weakening consciousness, Chu Guang frowned and asked, "What happened?"

    "Moths! Lots of moths! And one moth is so big, almost as long as my arm! Their teeth are like scissors!"

    Chu Guang wasn''t sure if the expression on Sideline_cking''s face was excitement or fright. In short, he was very emotional, and he gestured in the air with both hands constantly.

    "We went to the residentialmunity in the northeast of the Wend Park on the map. There is a ruin of an artificial greenhouse! We originally nned to see if we could find something useful in it, but after spending a lot of effort to get in through the emergency exit, we saw many cocoons hanging on a huge web! We were stunned at the time. When we finally recovered and wanted to study what they were, Makka_Pakka who walked in the front was gnawed by the moths that came out of nowhere!"

    [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks], who was carrying a stretcher, was also listening. He couldn''t help swallowing when he heard thest sentence.

    "Gnaw, gnawed?"

    "Yes! Gnawed!" Sideline_cking gasped, ignoring the bleeding wound, and continued agitatedly, "Realising that he couldn''t run away, Brother Pakka took off the VM and threw it to me. I didn¡¯t dare to look back, and rushed to the emergency exit! But when I was almost toe out of the emergency exit, my leg was bitten by two big moths..."

    "Fortunately, these bugs are not cold-resistant. After I crawled out of the emergency exit desperately, the moths behind did not dare to chase out. The two big moths that bit my leg also didn''t have much strength left. I stabbed them a few times with a dagger and finally killed them. But I didn''t expect that their gnawing speed would be so quick that by the time I killed them, they had already eaten half of my leg.."

    Ate half of your leg...

    Sideline_cking''s description was so vivid that Chu Guang''s brows were twitching repeatedly while listening to him.

    Fortunately, the pain that exceeded the limit was blocked. If this happened to another survivor, it would probably be so painful that he wouldn''t be able to breathe after the first bite.

    "Devil Moth." Chu Guang took a deep breath, nced at the yer''s bloody broken leg, and immediately made his diagnosis.

    "You are missing a leg, there''s not even a bone left. This is not an injury that the culture chamber can heal. Without the characteristics of ''Limbs Regeneration'' no matter how strong your resilience is, it is still useless. Do you understand what I mean?"

    The most humane way was to kick the yer offline, lock the login, and then send the clone directly into the furnace.

    In fact, it didn¡¯t matter whether it was dead or not. Without consciousness, the clone was an empty shell without a mind, and it did not affect the recovery of Active Matter.

    Sideline_cking, of course, understood the suggestion of the administrator, this was the old tradition of shelter 404, so he quickly nodded.

    "I know! I know, dear administrator. But if I must die, can I choose a way to die?"

    This was a reasonable request.

    Chu Guang nodded.

    "No problem, how do you want to die?"

    Sideline_cking said shyly with an embarrassed smile.

    "I want to try the Gallows Of Justice... I''m really curious."

    Chu Guang: "..."

    It was the first time he heard such a strange request.

    Anyway, it wouldn''t affect him recycling the body, so he agreed.

    ...

    In this way, Sideline_cking, who had just been carried into the outpost, was carried to the gallows outside the north gate by the two yers.

    "Wait, let me think of a cool line first. I want to die like a hero¡ª "

    "Stop wasting my time, off you go!"

    "Wait¡ª"

    The two yers dealt with it quickly, and sent the dead Brother Sideline with a crooked neck to the furnace.

    His equipment and VM would be stored in the locker in the buffer room. Three dayster, he would be back again.

    Chu Guang went to the third floor of the outpost and found Little Seven.

    "Devil Moth''s nest was found in the northeast of Linghu Wend Park."

    "Devil Moth?"

    "A kind of insect mutant. You can mark it with three skulls on the map for me. This thing is not easy to deal with."

    Little Seven tilted the camera. "Do you want to forbid yers from entering that area?"

    "It''s not necessary, just a warning," Chu Guang thought for a while, and said, "the restrictions on 76th street can also be lifted, but the danger signs must remain."

 Chapter 107: They Are Indeed Pest, But Every Part Of Their Body Are Treasures

    Chapter 107 They Are Indeed Pest, But Every Part Of Their Body Are Treasures

    Devil Moth was one of the deadly high-risk mutants on the wastnd.

    Although their individualbat power was not strong, and their strength was almost the same as the cruncher, if they were to be ranked ording to the degree of danger, even the creeper would admit defeat.

    Their danger level was at least B level or above!

    This kind of creature usually lived in groups. Theirrvae fed on psychoid leaves, and the adults were omnivorous and predominantly carnivorous.

    Theirrva did not have any fighting ability, but the mouthparts of an adult were extremely sharp, and the bite force was extremely strong!

    It was said that the strongest Queen Devil Moth in this race could even tear steel. As for the general Devil Moths, it was not a problem for them to bite through a few bulletproof vests.

    Of course, not every nest of Devil Moths could give birth to a Queen Devil Moth, just like not all Cracklew Crabs had a queen.

    But even so, it was still dangerous enough.

    What was more interesting was that although such mutants were no different from pests, they were not entirely useless.

    For example, thervae of Devil Moths could secrete a kind of silk thread called "Devil Silk", which was used to make cocoons.

    It was said that the strength of this kind of devil silk was very high, even more than some macromolecule biopolymers, and its material was light, so it was usually used to make excellent armor. This material was not only popr with wastnders such as mercenaries, caravan guards, etc. but also with the upper ss of Boulder City.

    However, such mutants were notmon, and their requirements for the living environment were even more demanding than mutant leeches.

    First of all, they needed enough light and heat, and secondly, theirrvae needed to feed on the psychoid leaves, otherwise, this race would not be able to reproduce at all.

    As for the psychoid leaves, it was said that they could be used to make a mildly addictive stimnt. Even if it was used as tea leaves, it would have a refreshing effect far better than ordinary coffee and tea.

    Why was there such a thing as psychoid leaves in an abandoned greenhouse site?

    This was what Chu Guang couldn''t figure out the most.

    Looking at the description of Brother [Makka_Pakka] on the forum, the number of Devil Moths they encountered in the greenhouse was still quiterge...

    Makka_Pakka: "Fuck! You can''t imagine how unlucky I am! Brother Sideline and I nned to go to the greenhouse site and see if there are any good things that can be recycled. But as soon as I entered, I was attacked by moths!"

    Night Ten: "Exploring the jungle without a ward. It reminds me of one person. (?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) ¡±

    Ya Ya: "Hahahaha! This person died twice! Noob! So bad! Hahahaha! o(*¨R¨Œ¨Q)¥Ä"

    Makka_Pakka: "(#`§¥¡ä)!"

    Ample Time: "Let''s ignore the question of whether he''s a noob or not first. How did you get in?"

    Gale: "I am also very curious about this question. If I remember correctly, the gate outside the greenhouse is electrically controlled? And it''s so rusted that Old White still couldn¡¯t pry it open after breaking two steel pipes. It didn''t even shake when we tried to destroy it with gunpowder. We all suspected that it was an image background in this game.¡±

    Makka_Pakka: ¡°Brother Sideline is a fireman, and he''s a perception type. This guy walked around the tower-like greenhouse for a while and told me that there must be a fire escape to enter. I thought that it made sense, so I searched for a while with him. Then we found an emergency exit in the warehouse!"

    Ample Time: "The emergency exit in the warehouse? I seem to have seen it before, and I''m sure that it cannot be opened as well."

    Gale: "Mhm, that stuff is also powered by electricity."

    Makka_Pakka: "This is where it got interesting! It indeed couldn''t be pried open, but there was a power distribution box in the room. Brother Sideline checked the power distribution box and found that the switch inside was stuck and the fuse was blown. He wanted to fix it, but didn''t understand how to. We scratched our heads for a while and thought of a dumb way to fix it. We unplugged the box, removed all the receable objects inside, and then found all receable parts around to rece them.¡±

    ¡°We didn¡¯t even expect that it would work, but after recing a few things that we didn¡¯t know whether it was a battery or a fuse, the light of the door was switched on magically! Then we couldn¡¯t wait to open the emergency exit and walked into the greenhouse... Soon after that, I was attacked by a group of moths!"

    Sideline_cking: "It¡¯s called Devil Moth! The administrator told me."

    Makka_Pakka: "Yo, Brother Sideline is here. Are you okay?"

    Sideline_cking: "Hey hey, not bad. I took back the VM, and saved my equipment as well. It''s just that my injury was too serious, so they decided to end my suffering."

    Ya Ya: "o(*¨R¨Œ¨Q)¥Ä"

    Ample Time: "The official website just updated the information of Devil Moths, saying that the silk thread produced by Devil Mothrvae is a kind of textile material with excellent performance. Their teeth can also be used to make tools such as daggers and scissors, and the psychoid leaves, which are theirrvae¡¯s main food, can be used for stimnts."

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Holy shit! Advanced equipment materials?! Doesn''t that mean it''s a treasure mountain?!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Yeah, a dangerous one. Just look at Brother Pakka and Brother Sideline. They have a strength type and a perception type, both of which are LV4. However, they were still easily killed by them. Isn''t it enough to exin the problem?"

    Ample Time: "Mhm, what surprised me in particr is that the level 4 perception type cannot detect them in advance. Devil Moths are probably more concealed than creepers!"

    Old White: "This is indeed extremely scary, and in that greenhouse, there are actually crops? More importantly... it still has running electricity?"

    Ample Time: "This possibility is very high. The power supply system of the gate and the cultivation system inside the greenhouse may have twopletely different sets of power sources. Let''s make a bold assumption. What kind of safety issue would this kind of highly integrated greenhouse worry about the most?¡±

    Old White: ¡°Power cut?¡±

    Ample Time: ¡°Yes! Unlike traditional agriculture, once this kind of greenhouse is powered off, it means theplete interruption of the water supply system, the venttion system, and the lighting system. It may cause the crops to die under unsuitable temperature, air, and lighting conditions in just a few hours. Therefore, in addition to relying on the public power grid, this kind of facility should also be equipped with an independent power supply."

    Gale: "Mhm, and the backup power supply for internal facilities and external facilities should not be the same."

    Night Ten: "What power supply can work for two hundred years?!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Are you stupid? The pre-war era in the background settings of this game is already half a utopia, right? Controble nuclear fusion was definitely the most basic energy source of this kind of society. One kilogram of helium III can generate 1.7 billion kilowatt-hours of electricity, and one hundred tons is enough to power the world for one year. So if there''s a one-ton fusion fuel rod, let alone two hundred years old, I guess it wouldn''t even be a problem for it to keep running until the next century."

    Gale: "It doesn''t have to be nuclear fusion. Even the solid-state hydrogen batteries that often appear in science fiction works canst a long time. Since hydrogen itself is not active, as long as the battery structure is not destroyed, the battery can theoretically be stored for a long time."

    Night Ten: "How is it possible?! Even if it is controble fusion, does the equipment not need to be maintained?"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "What else do you want? Do you want the game developer to build one for you to verify it? Does EVE have to build A stargate? Does J.K Rowling have to show you a magic spell?"

    Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Ample Time hurriedly interrupted. "Okay, okay, Night Ten is overthinking it. Let''s ignore him and talk about your thoughts."

    The_Escaping_Mole continued typing. "Very short answer, I think this should be considered a wild monster spawning point. The official website said that devil silk is a good thing, and the body of Devil Moths, as well as those psychoid leaves that can do stimnts, are obviously very profitable materials. Now, the question is, how to safely harvest this profit? Blindly rushing definitely won''t do. Even the level 4 strength type brother couldn''t stand a chance, I doubt others would be able to do anything."

    There were many replies after this, and the entire post had twenty pages of replies, but Chu Guang kept reading it until the end.

    At first, this group of people decided to try the fire attack. Fire could restrain the mutants of the insect system, but the disadvantage was that the spoils would also be burned together.

    Others mentioned letting in the cold air.

    But the building itself was durable enough, it may not be so easy to dismantle the greenhouse. In addition, if the facilities inside were still working and there was enough heat generation, it was difficult to say how effective opening arge hole in the window could be.

    Finally, after some discussion, a group of people decided to lure Devil Moths out of the emergency exit, and then kill them one by one outside.

    When the number of Devil Moths in their was reduced, they would rush in, plunder quickly, and then retreat.

    As for Brother Mosquito...

    He chose not to work with others. He left a sentence: "I am best at this", then went offline from the official website early and went into the game.

    Chu Guang didn''t know what he nned to do, but he didn''t interfere with the yers'' gamey. Now the active matter reserve in the outpost was still sufficient, he allowed them to die a little bit.

    Not only could the devil silk be used as armor, but it could also be used as a special product to trade with other survivors'' strongholds. So it was a very popr item.

    In particr, the analysis of this group of yers mentioned that this greenhouse was very likely to have a controble fusion battery that could be recycled.

    If this was the case, then Chu Guang would really make a fortune.

    ¡­¡­

    The yers had a strong hands-on ability.

    After a group of yers agreed to team up in the game on the official website, the group of people went online on time at the same time at six in the morning and brought a lot of things with them to surround the greenhouse site.

    It was a bad idea to use guns to kill moths. They didn''t have a luxurious amount of bullets that would allow them to fire the gun at will. Cold weapons with arge attack surface and lower cost would work better.

    The group of people split up, and quickly found the structure diagram of the greenhouse, and some receable parts that had not been taken away by other scavengers.

    The round tube with the thickness of the thumb was probably some kind of solid fuel cell, which could supply power to independent equipment such as gates and fire-fighting appliances. The round tube with the thickness of the index finger was probably some kind of fuse used in professional equipment. In terms of what material they were made of, it was not clear.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Not all settings of this game were exactly the same as reality.

    The Bull and Horse Squad did not participate in this operation. Instead, it was Old Brother "The_Escaping_Mole", the prestigious doujinshi artist on the forum.

    As soon as everyone heard that he was an unemployed artist, they immediately invited him to be themander of the operation.

    Old Brother Mole did not disappoint everyone and quickly formted a battle n.

    "The entire greenhouse is divided into an above-ground part and an underground part. The above-ground part has only 5 floors and the underground part has 10 floors. ording to unreliable analysis, the 9th floor underground is connected to the already paralyzed urban drainage system. I guess that Devil Moths came in from there. Yes, the psychoid leaf seeds were probably brought by them too!"

    "The 10th floor underground should be the location of the spare reactor! Devil Moths are likely to have turned it into a brood!"

    "ording to the description on the design drawing, there is an active closing valve connection between the first-floor greenhouse and the second-floor greenhouse."

    "Strategically, we need to close the valve to cut off the connection between the first floor and the other floors, so that the entire first floor will be ours!"

    [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] nodded excitedly. "Good idea! In that way, we can trap them inside and clear them out one floor at a time. We will definitely be able to reach the brood this way! The devil silk and the materials there will definitely belong to us!"

    [Elf_Fugui_Wang] roared excitedly. "We can sell it to the richdy Teng Teng!"

    A certain strength-type yer asked. "The problem is, how do we do it?"

    [The_Escaping_Mole] knocked on the map and drew a cross at the end of the passage with charcoal.

    "Tactically, we need two tanks in front, using concrete waste and wood as a cover, blocking Devil Moths out of the passage; followed by two agile types yers to poke spears out through the gaps of the cover! These insects are not smart. They will just swarm over. So if we cooperate well, it should be no problem!"

    "Let''s do it this way!"

    The two strength-type yers cooperated with each other with temporary shields made by woodworkers, and set simple barriers along the safe passage leading to the greenhouse ruins.

    These obstacles were mainly to facilitate their retreat, so as not to be surrounded by the Devil Moths that rushed up.

    When they were approaching the exit of the passage, the two strength type yers dropped the sack with concrete fragments on the ground, and used the wood sent in from behind to build temporary fortifications.

    The inteced wooden sticks formed a web, supported by a few main beams, which tightly locked the entire half-meter-wide space. It took a full two hours toplete the fortification.

    These moths were as long as arms, and the small ones were half-arm long. There was no need to worry about theming through the gaps.

    "Everyone, get ready, I''m going to lure them out!" As a strength-type yer said, he took out a Molotov cocktail from his waist, lit it outside the web, and threw it toward the open space in the greenhouse.

    With a crisp sound, the bottle fell apart.

    The me sprang up instantly and immediately attracted the surrounding Devil Moths that were attached to the wall.

    There was nobustible material around, the fire didn''t burn for long. It went out soon.

    But immediately afterward these mutants discovered the "dazzling" heat sources hidden behind the simple barriers.

    Then there were terrifying teeth-clicking sounds.

    All the Moths shot toward them like bullets, mming into the wooden obstacles, causing the thick wooden sticks to squeak repeatedly.

    Both parties finally collided with each other on the spot!

    "Damn! The strength of these moths is really strong!"

    "Hurry up! I can''t hold it anymore! Huh!"

    "It''s moving, it''s moving! Hold on!"

    The agile-type yers that squatted behind did not dare to hesitate and immediately pierced the spears in their hands, retracted, and pierced again, repeating the simple and primitive piston movement.

    Although not every piercing attack could hit something, with the rapid attack speed, they were still able to kill a few.

    Originally, the Devil Moth¡¯s advantage was not defense. Their soft belly was like paper. As long as the spear hit them, there would be a big wet lump of insect blood and intestines hanging on the spearhead when it was pulled out of their bodies.

    "Fuck, when is this going to end!?"

    "You guys use a little bit more strength!"

    "Fuck you! I''m already doing my best, but this amount is just too much!"

    "I feel like I can''t hold on any longer! You guys stop attacking them! Come and help me push it.¡±

    However, before this yer could even finish his words, the wooden fortifications were swept away by the tide of insects like a broken dam.

    Even if the yers of strength type tried their best, they still couldn''t stop the swarm.

    The wooden obstacles were chewed into pieces. And soon, it was the yers'' bones and flesh.

    Before the four yers hadn''t a chance to turn around, their connections with the clones were instantly disconnected, and they went back to the official website to wait for the spawning CD.

    Since there was no chance to retreat, the obstacles they left along the way werepletely useless.

    Short screams and deafening wings buzzing noises echoed in the passage.

    Several yers guarding the entrance of the passage exchanged their gazes with each other.

    "Seriously? Did they all die so quickly?"

    "I don''t know... but from the screaming, I guess so."

    The first round of the raid ended in failure.

    However, these yers did not give up. On the contrary, the more difficult it was, the more they wanted to try to ovee it. And soon, they began the second round of action.

    This time, the front row became three strength-type yers, followed by two newbies of strength type as substitutes, responsible for repairing the cover, and at the same time recing the exhausted yers in the front row.

    In the back row were three agile-type yers, each carrying 4 spears, and a constitution yer carrying goblin technology "Hellfire 0.3" behind them.

    This thing was sponsored by Mosquito for free, no money was required. They just needed to return to the official website to write a user experience after using it.

    It was said that this version of "Hellfire" was equipped with a tempering valve, and the me would no longer burn back along the fuel.

    However, even Mosquito, who bragged about how fierce this weapon was, couldn''t guarantee that there would be no idents.

    It''s a trial product after all?

    And it''s free. What more do you want?

    In short, the things produced by Goblin Technology shouldn''t be used unless it was absolutely necessary. This was also the teaching of the frontlinemander Old Brother Mole to the warriors.

    The nine yers were finally ready and headed towards the passage together, the crowded formation filled the entire passage.

    They were staking it all against these moths this time, and they would not give up unless they cleared all of them.

    However, judging from the current situation, the progress did not seem to be optimistic.

    These moths seemed to be endless, rushing towards them wave after wave.

    In the end, the 9-person team still couldn''t hold it anymore and was forced to use Goblin Technology. Before the methrower exploded, everyone finally retreated and temporarily closed the entrance to the emergency exit.

    This battle was a stalemate from morning to evening. Including the losses from thest time, the yers paid the price of 4 deaths and 2 injuries.

    As for the Devil Moths on the first floor, there were probably hundreds of dead, or even more.

    As for the specific number, it was not clear. After all, in this situation, there was no way to count the results of the battle, and it could only be estimated by feeling.

    The battle damage ratio was 4:100+, which could be said to be very good. If it was an average survivor, let alone facing such a monster, they probably didn''t even have the courage to walk into their.

    The only fly in the ointment was that there were no trophies today, and only arge wave of monsters was killed...

    Seeing that it was gettingte, even if the yers were unwilling to leave, they could only wait for tomorrow to do it again.

    Regarding the result of "4 deaths and 2 injuries", it waspletely expected by Chu Guang who saw the entire raid. So he didn''t pay much attention to it.

    After winning the battle with the marauders a few days ago, the yers gained too much confidence in their strength, so it was not a bad thing to suffer a loss.

    Fire attack was a good idea, but the number was a problem, and hunting was different from war. The former needed to worry about keeping the material safe.

    Maybe they could try smoking next time?

    As a price for growth, a small number of casualties waspletely eptable to Chu Guang. Anyway, as long as the VM was recovered, it wouldn''t be a big loss.

    Especially when Chu Guang recently discovered that Crunchers could also be used to extract Active Matter.

    Although the amount was pitiful, one could only provide 0.1 to 0.2 units, and the discharged waste was even more useless, and it could only be thrown into the septic tank as biological waste, it was better than nothing.

    Killing Crunchers was not difficult.

    As long as it was not in the narrow terrain such as subways and ruins, even a newbie team could easily kill them with a kiting method.

    Up to now, more than 70% of the 100 new yers have reached LV1, and the highest level among the old yers has even reached LV6, which was about to catch up with him.

    Chu Guang''s own "administrator" sequence has been developed to 9% so far. In game terminology, he was currently at LV 9, and it was only a little bit away from LV10.

    Perhaps aftermanding another battle, or freeloading some experience from yers he might have a breakthrough.

    It was indeed quite rare for a force leader to be like him, who was not only smart but also brave, so it was okay for him to feel a little bit proud of himself.

    Chu Guang, who was patrolling the industrial zone with a sledgehammer on his back, thought so in his heart.

    At this moment, Brother Athlete''s Foot of the No. 81 Steel nt suddenly ran towards him.

    This yer blushed like a stove, making Chu Guang wonder if he was cold or excited to see him.

    "Dear administrator! I have an important thing to report to you!"

    Chu Guang stopped and looked at him. "What is it?"

    Brother Athlete''s Foot clenched his fists excitedly and took a deep breath.

    "Your customized armor!"

    "Has beenpleted!"

 Chapter 108: Nomads from the Wilderness

    Chapter 108 Nomads from the Wilderness

    As soon as Chu Guang stepped into No. 81 Steel nt, he felt that the surrounding temperature had risen by several degrees. So much so that he even felt a little hot in his deerskin coat.

    Raising his head and looking forward, he saw two furnaces, onerge and one small, in the center of the factory building.

    The outer shells of these furnaces were cast by molds and were covered with refractory materials such as silica to serve as acid linings inside.

    One of the st furnaces with a blower was responsible for heating the scrap steel stuffed into the furnace to 1,300 degrees and melting it into molten iron. The other converter, which was erected by a concrete base and had six air inlets at the bottom, was responsible for blowing molten iron of 1300 degrees into qualified molten steel.

    This process did not need to be heated again.

    The heat released by the oxidation process was enough to make the molten steel in the furnace rise from 1300 degrees to 1600~1700 degrees. A certain amount of chromium would be added in a specific proportion, and then after the smelting waspleted, the converter would be dumped, pouring the molten steel into a mold made of refractory materials, which would be repeatedly rolled by a pair of rollers.

    In order to facilitate the operation, a lot of pulleys and slings were installed on the ceiling. Many of these were materials removed from the waste tire factory, and the quality was still very reliable.

    At present, the No. 81 Iron and Steel nt was still a small workshop, and there was no condition to urately measure the carbon content in the converter. The technical principle used was only the Acid Bessemer process invented in the mid-neenth century modified by "modern" experience.

    Although Chu Guang didn''t know much about steelmaking, his instinct told him that this thing was much more professional than the y st furnace that Old White had made before.

    Especially the pair of rolls, and the simple motor made of copper wire that was connected to the side of the rolls, even ayman like him felt that it was incredible.

    At least it looked more reliable than hitting it with a hammer.

    But it still seemed that there was ack of a punching machine, and seamless steel pipes couldn¡¯t be made. However, if they worked hard, this shouldn¡¯t be a big problem!

    Brother Athlete''s Foot quickly closed the door of the factory building and brought the administrator to their workbench to show their achievement.

    "20mm armor with arc surface, built ording to the size you provide! This detachable steel te can be perfectly connected to the front of the KV-1 exoskeleton and provides arger armor inclination for your heart and other vital parts to avoid fatal injury. In addition, at your request, we designed two special keels for this armor. Even if the armor ispletely scrapped, it can be quickly disassembled and reced with new armor pieces!"

    "ording to our performance test, this steel te can perfectly defend against rifles and pistol bullets of various calibers, such as 5mm, 7mm, 9mm, etc. shot from any distance! As long as you have this in front of your chest, you can retreat calmly even in the face of a storm of bullets!"

    Chu Guang lifted that arc-shaped steel te in his hand and weighed it, estimating that it weighed fifty to sixty kilograms.

    This was just one piece of armor.

    If the arc steel te of the same size was also installed on the back, the armor of the entire upper body may weigh a hundred kilograms.

    If it was without an exoskeleton, it was really not that easy to wear this stuff. Even the full-body te armor in the Middle Ages was actually only 25 to 30 kilograms, and it was unlikely to exceed 45 kilograms even with horse gear.

    And this was just a breastte.

    "What about the other parts?"

    Brother Bathroom, who was standing aside, immediately interjected. "It''s all here! In addition to the front armor, we also designed the corresponding rear armor for you, as well as bulletproof linings to protect the torso! But for your safety, we still don''t rmend that you stand on the front line of the battlefield. After all, such cool armor will definitely make you be the target of the enemy''s fire."

    Chu Guang smiled.

    Of course, I wouldn¡¯t do that.

    Do you think I need you to remind me of that?

    So far, Chu Guang would only appear on the battlefield and steal the kill to show the yers a "cutscene animation" when the oue was almost divided.

    As for charging into battle, how would he be that shameless as to steal the limelight from the yers?

    It was enough for him to just blow a whistle to signal the yers to charge.

    However, this armor suit did not only seem to be usable by himself, but it should also work well for Roshan and Mr. Garbage.

    The panel attributes of both of them were pretty good, their initial strength value was close to 10. After a few more levels, they would definitely be able to use this thing.

    They had Work-hard-but-not-smart debuff, and it was difficult for them to operateplex machines, so they couldn¡¯t do the work of Life Profession yers. Since that was the case, they might as well be the front tank.

    A burly white bear or lizard charging in heavy armor on the battlefield, the picture was shocking even when he just thought about it.

    The 20mm steel te was enough for the two monsters to rush into the enemy''s bunker before the armor was broken to pieces by light weapons.

    Chu Guang checked other parts of the protective gear, including the helmet. It basically covered more than 90% of his body and 100% of his vitals.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    With the Nitrogen-powered hammer, he didn''t need to charge against fierce firepower, he just needed to guard against a sneak attack at a critical time.

    "The total armor weight is 220 kg, which is 20 kg above the requirement, but the problem is not big." Chu Guang put down the protective gear and looked at the two yers. "Can I give it a try?"

    Brother Athlete''s Foot and Brother Bathroom nodded simultaneously with an excited expressions on their faces.

    "Of course! We are already ready!"

    "Please give it a try!"

    What was the point of making the armor if the administrator didn¡¯t want to try it?

    With that said, Brother Athlete''s Foot and Brother Bathroom carried the 100-kilogram breastte with difficulty and put it on a wooden stake that served as a target, and then quickly hid aside to avoid being injured by stray bullets.

    Chu Guang took a nce at the distance, which was about 30 meters, then pulled out the 10mm silver revolver from his waist and fired a shot at the breastte.

    Bang!

    A loud thunder-like noise reverberated in the factory building after a tongue of fire burst out from the muzzle. Then as if the breastte hanging on the wooden stake had been struck by lightning, it fell back together with the stake.

    Damn! This gun is so powerful!

    The two yers'' eyes were wide open in shock. They hurriedly ran over to take a look. And when they saw the bullet embedded in the steel te, they were finally relieved.

    "It didn¡¯t go throughpletely!"

    "This bullet is not bad. It actually didn''t bounce off. But it was still crushed¡­ Ouch! So hot." Brother Athlete''s Foot, who reached out to touch the bullet, jerked his hand back suddenly as if he had an electric shock.

    It didn''t hurt, but his finger seemed to be blistered.

    When Chu Guang walked over and nced at the armor piece lying on the ground, he nodded in satisfaction. "You two did a good job. It seems that your steel nt is on the right track. The reward forpleting the task has been distributed to the corporate ount of No. 81 steel nt. It is a total of 200 silver coins!"

    "Apart from this, for your personal excellence performance, I will reward you with 20 silver coins and 200 additional contributions in the name of the administrator.¡±

    After listening to the administrator¡¯s words, expressions of joy and excitement appeared on the faces of the two yers.

    Unexpectedly, there would be additional rewards forpleting this task!

    "Thank you, Dear Administrator!!"

    "We will continue to work hard, making No. 81 Steel nt bigger and stronger!"

    "Very well, very ambitious!" Chu Guang coughed slightly, assuming a straight face, and he continued solemnly, "Next, I have two more important tasks that need to be entrusted to you."

    "Currently the outpostcks heavy armor and the seamless steel needed to produce barrels. I need you to produce 10 sets of breasttes weighing less than 30 kilograms, mainly for shelter residents of the strength type, so they should be in a size that residents with standard body size can wear normally."

    "In addition, I also need you to produce 10 seamless steel pipes of 7mm caliber, which can withstand the chamber pressure generated by rifle bullets."

    "Specific details of the mission and the reward have been updated in your VM, please check it in time."

    After listening to what Chu Guang said, Brother Bathroom and Brother Athlete''s Foot immediately stood up straight and shouted with high morale.

    "We will definitelyplete the task!"

    Very good.

    Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction, and finally reminded the two of them to pay attention to production safety.

    Then, he put on the exoskeleton that had been modified for full protection and left the hot steel factory with a sledgehammer on his back.

    Outside the nt.

    The heavy snow had stopped for a while, and the sky in the distance gradually darkened.

    It was time for the NPCs to rest, and the weapon shop at the outpost has closed its doors.

    With today''s daily sry, Xia Yan from the weapon shop took a crutch and wandered curiously to the North Gate Market.

    Seeing the variety of goods on different stalls, her eyes widened in surprise.

    Of course, the yers were the most surprised.

    They had never seen Boss Xia leave her weapon shop, nor had they seen her wandering around the market at the north gate.

    "Dayum, the weapon shop proprietress hase out?"

    "Awesome! Now NPC can buy yers'' products!"

    "Wait, hasn¡¯t the administrator been buying stuff from us for a while now?"

    "Can that be the same? The administrator is the most important NPC of this game! Besides, did you not hear what the dev said? The codes of other NPCs are based on the source code of the administrator. Obviously, when his AI evolves, other NPCs will also be smarter! Maybe in the future, all NPCs will be able to buy our things!"

    "Damn, based on what you said, why do I feel like we are ying an education simtion?"

    "Emmmm... educating the administrator, you can say that. After all, he is so smart now mainly because of us."

    "..."

    Sometimes Chu Guang really hoped that his ears were not that sharp, or someone would misunderstand him for being petty-minded.

    In all honesty, am I not selfless enough?

    People with principles like me are almost extinct in the wastnd!

    "Here you are."

    The sudden voice in his ear interrupted Chu Guang''s thoughts.

    Turning his face to look, he saw Xia Yan with a crutch under her elbow, holding two roasted venison skewers in both hands and generously handing one over.

    "Last time, you bought me soup, this time I treat you to a roasted venison leg skewer!" With a crutch under her elbow and venison skewers in her hand, this action was somewhat funny.

    Chu Guang smiled and took the skewer. "Thank you. However, as your boss, I still have to remind you that you''d better save some of your sries."

    Xia Yan bit the barbecue and blinked. "Save my sry?"

    "Don¡¯t you have a habit of saving money?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Forget it," Chu Guang blew the hot venison and gently tore off a small piece with his teeth. While chewing it slowly, he said, "Just pretend that I didn''t say it."

    Xia Yan: "?"

    After living such an easy life for a while, he almost forgot the time he spent on Bett Street.

    The vast majority of people in the wastnd lived day by day. How would they think about saving?

    The chips they saved may fall into other people''s pockets one day. So it was better to spend whenever they could and live happily as much as they could.

    At this moment, a yer suddenly ran from a distance while shouting excitedly. "A lot of people areing from the north! They are advancing southward along the elevated highway. There are about fifty or sixty of them...... Maybe sixties or seventies. Moreover, they also have a few camels and cattle! But I¡¯m not sure about their identity!"

    Immediately, there was amotion amongst the yers in the market.

    "Is it a caravan?"

    "Awesome! Could it be the merchants again?!"

    "Didn¡¯t they say that it was thest wave before this winter?"

    "I don''t know, in a strict sense, the wave before that previous wave should be thest wave of this winter. But didn¡¯t theye again? So it is not surprising!¡±

    Looking at the ¡°yers¡± who were discussing, Xia Yan nced at the VM. Seeing nothing appearing on the screen, she tilted her head and took a peek at the expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face, only to see that his expression gradually became solemn.

    Even if she didn''t know how to read people¡¯s minds, she could still guess that something bad must have happened.

    So she quickly finished eating the skewer in her hand, grabbed the crutch, and asked in a low voice.

    "What happened?"

    "Nomads."

    "Nomads?! What are they doing in Qingquan City at this time? The snow is already so heavy." Xia Yan looked surprised.

    She had heard the rumors of nomads, although they were not very good rumors.

    "Don¡¯t know. The snow came very early this year. It was a month earlier than usual. War, famine, tide ...... these are not unique to Qingquan City. After all, Central Continent not only has River Valley Province."

    The nomads on the wastnd did not refer to those who grazed their cattle, but those who were forced to wander in the wastnd after losing their homes and live by hunting and scavenging.

    They usually represented disaster, chaos, and bad luck, but they wouldn¡¯t tantly plunder other survivor settlements like marauders.

    Perhaps when they found a suitable home one day, they would settle down and embark on awful path.

    It was also possible that when they found arge number of weapons suddenly, they would break through the moral bottom line, andpletely fall into the chaotic and evil side.

    Of course, this possibility was actually very small. Just like buying a lottery ticket, maybe there were only one or two wins out of 10,000 tickets.

    When Chu Guang brought a lot of dried meat to trade food with Brown¡¯s Farm before, Liu Zhengyue of Brown¡¯s Farm also misunderstood that they were nomads wandering in this area.

    Unexpectedly, this time he really met one...

    "You go back to the shelter first."

    If they kept going, they would definitely find the brick factory in the northwest corner of Linghu Wend Park.

    Not bothering to exin to Xia Yan, Chu Guang looked at the yers at the market entrance and raised his voice.

    "Everyone group up."

    "Bring your weapons and meet them with me!"

 Chapter 109: Resettling Refugees

    Chapter 109 Resettling Refugees

    [Mission: Nomads from the Wilderness]

    [Briefing: An unidentified group of nomads ising from the north. Whatever their purpose is, we must be on guard. ]

    [Description: yers within 30m of the administrator will automatically trigger this mission, and anyone with "weapons" can enter the recruitment state by simply following the administrator. ]

    [Reward: 1 Silver Coin. ]

    ...

    North of Wend Park.

    A group of ragged refugees stopped.

    The burly man walked to the front of the crowd, raised his head in neither humble nor arrogant manner, and looked at Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the north gate of Wend Park. "We don''t mean to trespass, we just want to go to theke to get some water."

    From the respectful eyes of others and how they made way for the person, it could be seen that this person should be their leader.

    Chu Guang nced slightly at the crowd behind the man. There were about 70 or 80 people, including some children and elderly people, pregnant women, and even infants.

    It was unlikely that it was a group of marauders.

    In terms of property, these people had two cows, a bull, two calves, and eight camels with luggage and supplies.

    In terms of weapons, there were only five guns that could be seen, and the rest were bows and arrows, short crossbows, shovels, axes, hoes, and even wooden sticks.

    Behind Chu Guang were nearly 50 yers armed with guns. It would only take one charge to break this group of rabbles, and these supplies would undoubtedly be his spoils if he chose to do so.

    The question was whether he wanted to do it or not.

    Chu Guang did not order an attack, but watched the group of refugees who hade from afar.

    "This is my territory. You can continue to the south along the out-of-the-city elevated highway, or leave here by heading north."

    There was amotion in the crowd.

    The man showed a troubled look.

    "We need fresh water, if there is no water, our livestock will die of thirst."

    "The city has everything you need, and the ground is full of snow. There are Cracklew Crab activities on the east and south shores of Linghu Lake now, which is not a good ce to get water."

    "The water in the city is frozen, and we don''t have enough fuel to melt the snow. As for the Cracklew Crab, they are not more terrifying than the monsters in the city."

    The old man beside the man stepped forward and bowed. He pleaded, "I beg you to have mercy, we will not disturb you."

    If everyone was telling the truth, this world would not end up like this.

    The expression on Chu Guang''s face was indifferent, weighing the pros and cons in his heart.

    If this group of people was allowed to camp by theke, it was difficult to say whether they could be driven away easily.

    Perhaps their next step was to cut wood to build camps and even bring over their rtives from far away. In the end, more and more refugees woulde here, and those who would be expelled from this ce would be him and his yers.

    This kind of thing was not umon in the wastnd, it was even quitemon, and it often ended in bloody conflict.

    But thinking about it from another angle...

    These people were all potentialborers, and they could take jobs that yers didn''t want to do, or were toozy to do.

    And they had rich hunting experience and knowledge of surviving in the wastnd, which may allow his yers to learn some interesting things.

    Overall, the opportunities outweighed the risks.

    Chu Guang raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

    "Thend you see is my territory. Every tree and even every piece of soil here is ours."

    "But I sympathize with your predicament, so I¡¯m giving you two choices now. Either ept our arrangement, obey ourws, and set up camp at the designated location."

    "Or, leave from here."

    The man nced at the group of warriors with live ammunition behind Chu Guang and said cautiously. "I need to discuss this with my tribe."

    Chu Guang nodded. "I''ll give you ten minutes."

    In fact, it didn''t take ten minutes at all.

    Several ragged refugees gathered together, and after some discussion, the man finally stood in front of Chu Guang again and offered his shotgun in both hands.

    "We are willing to ept your arrangement."

    Chu Guang didn''t expect that the man would actually hand over his weapons on his own initiative.

    But after thinking about it, it was quite understandable.

    After all, he had said that the park ahead was his territory. So it was reasonable for the man to assume that the ruler here would ask people who wanted to enter his territory to surrender their firearms.

    But Chu Guang didn¡¯t take away all their weapons. He allowed them to keep their hunting bows and crossbows.

    He ced the group 100 meters outside the east gate of the outpost, and carved out a piece ofnd the size of a basketball court, allowing them to cut down wood in the area and make their home here.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    There was a trench, a wall, and a buffer distance of 100 meters between the two sides, so he was not worried that they would cause any serious problems.

    Besides, Little Seven was squatting on the roof.

    If there was any movement, he would know immediately.

    "What''s your name?"

    The man answered with a deep voice. "Iron Axe, sir."

    "Iron Axe?"

    "Yes, sir, that''s what my tribesmen call me. When I was six years old, I used an axe to chop up a marauder''s head."

    Chu Guang''s brows twitched a few times.

    "Your name is very unique, but it is not convenient for us tomunicate with each other, and it is also prone to cause misunderstanding. How about this, from now on, yourst name is ''Wu'', ''Iron Axe'' will be your first name, and your full name will be Iron Axe Wu."

    Although it was still very convoluted, it was not a big problem to use it as a name.

    These nomads were not literate, and they were not as well-educated as the survivors who formed a settlement.

    If Chu Guang gave the man a name that was too literary, he might not understand what it meant.

    "Thank you for the name, I will be Iron Axe Wu in the future!" This burly man had no opinion on the name given to him by the man in front of him. In fact, he even felt a little honored.

    In their tribe''s tradition, only the older generations could give names to the younger generation.

    Now that he and his group were seeking shelter from other people, the surname given by the leader of this group of people to him undoubtedly meant a kind of eptance and protection.

    At least in his understanding, this was a good thing!

    Seeing Iron Axe Wu nodding, Chu Guang continued. "Ourw is very simple. Fighting, stealing, killing, coercion, intimidation, and all actions that affect others are prohibited. You are free to go to theke to fetch water, but you must not interfere with those who fish there. Except for the trees near your camp, you are not allowed to cut down more trees without my permission. If you need wood, go to the park to get it.¡±

    ¡°In addition, useful parts and metals collected from scavenging, as well as game or other useful things, can be exchanged for other stuff in our warehouse."

    "But remember, you can only send people to send trading materials to our warehouse from 6:00 to 7:00 in the evening, and you are not allowed to cross our gate at will."

    "The rest of the specific terms, I will ask my man to send it to you. Speaking of which, can anyone in your tribe read?"

    Iron Axe Wu nodded quickly. "Several elders in our tribe can read a little bit, and I can read a little bit too."

    "Very good," Chu Guang nodded, looking at the burly man, "You should learn more when you have time, it''s good for you."

    ¡­

    After arranging the refugees who came from other ces, Chu Guang dismissed the recruited yers, giving each of them a silver coin and letting them do their own thing.

    These refugees were also very honest and didn''t cause trouble for Chu Guang. After demarcating the boundary, they chopped down trees with axes and concentrated on setting up their camp.

    Regarding the standards of their camp, Chu Guang did not make very strict requirements, but only emphasized the aspects of hygiene and security.

    That was, no one was allowed to defecate anywhere they liked, to provide a breeding ground for bacteria. All excrement needed to be centrally contained and transported to designated locations for dumping.

    For the survivors who lived in the brick kilns, Chu Guang had the same requirements.

    In addition, the wall of the camp must not be higher than two meters. If they wanted to build a house in the future, the building must not be higher than the east wall of the outpost.

    However, these rules were actually a bit redundant for these refugees.

    Let alone walls and toilets, they were already very satisfied if they could sleep in a ce where it could shelter their children from coldness.

    In this way, the two sides spent the night peacefully.

    Early the next morning, the group of refugees emerged from the makeshift shacks to continue their work.

    The men took the initiative to bring their buckets to theke to fetch water, dig wells with shovels, cut down trees with axes, and continued to build shacks with the collected materials.

    Women and old men stayed on the premises, tending to livestock, or mending clothes, repairing damaged tools, and setting up cauldrons for lunch.

    The yers watched curiously for a long time, and finally could not hold back their curiosity, and took the initiative tomunicate with these native people.

    At first, the natives were still a little scared, but gradually they found out that these people were not malicious, and slowly they became less worried.

    Although the two sides did not understand each other, they could still understand each other''s intentions after making a few gestures with their hands. For example, a gesture such as: I want to use "this" for "that" with you, that even a monkey could understand.

    Speaking of which, there was an interesting anecdote.

    Combining the posts andments on the official website, Chu Guang discovered a very interesting phenomenon in the process of secret observation.

    These yers were actually very smart.

    After discovering that Wastnd Online did indeed create a uniquenguage, they mastered the two most basic nouns "I" and "You" very early on.

    Then there were words that were used very frequently such as "Hyena", "Air-dried Meat", "Wood", "Prey", and "Fish" that often appeared in tasks, and it was not difficult to learn.

    When some old yers heard NPCs talking, they could guess what the NPCs wanted to express.

    As for difficult verbs, adjectives, and more advanced and obscure grammar, etc. that were rarely used in dailymunication, the interested yers on the official website had not reached a unified consensus on their meanings.

    In fact, it was a very long process topletely master a foreignnguage. This was not something that an "expert" could do by just writing a few papers.

    In particr, systematic mastery usually required two civilizations to reach a consensus on some objective things, behaviors, and even more profound philosophical concepts in the long-term contact andmunication.

    The more developed a civilization was on the material and spiritual levels, the wider the vocabry and the more flexible and diverse the grammar.

    Theirnguage even contained many nouns, verbs, and adjectives that were not understood by lower-level civilizations, and it was naturally more difficult to decipher.

    However, if it was just dailymunication, it was not as difficult as imagined.

    Maybe in a few years, there would be yers who could talk to the natives without the help of trantion tools... If someone was really that bored in real life and decided to learn a newnguage in a game.

    Chu Guang had not yet decided whether to help them or not, so he decided to observe them for a while before making a decision.

    After understanding the intention of these yers, these refugees also took out the goods they wanted to trade.

    They had dried meat, which included hyena meat from hunting, beef, and camel meat from ughtering livestock.

    In addition, they also had the furs of various animals, as well as some leather goods such as slings and scabbards that they made themselves.

    However, what surprised the yers the most was that these natives actually had good things such as milk and camel milk!

    Unlocking two recipes at the same time was a very exciting thing for yers.

    "Brothers! You can get fur from these people! And milk and camel milk!"

    "Three kilograms of shofar potatoes can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat!"

    "One kilogram of shofar potatoes is only 3 silver coins... What the hell?! That is to say, 3 silver coins can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat! If you buy it in the NPC warehouse, you can only buy 600g for 3 silver coins?!"

    "Exchange hyena meat my ass! Aren''t you tired of eating it? Hmmm, I haven''t eaten camel meat in real life. Let me go to the warehouse to exchange some stuff first, then I''ll try to get two pieces of camel meat!"

    "This pot of camel milk is so little¡­ and it is a little smelly. Is it really drinkable?"

    "The Alpha 0.5 version is awesome! The dev team is awesome!!!"

    "These natives also sell leather and iron products! But¡­ the quality is not good."

    The natives looked at these blue-coated people with a bewildered expression.

    Although they couldn''t understand what they were saying, they could feel that they were very excited.

    If that was the case, maybe they could increase the price a little...

    It shouldn''t be a problem, right?

    ...

    yers quickly brought the news to the official website.

    After waiting for a while, Old Brother Ample Time, who never disappointed Chu Guang, wrote a strategy post.

    It was the most cost-effective to exchange coarse salt for air-dried meat. 100 grams of coarse salt could be exchanged for 1kg of air-dried hyena meat.

    The former only cost 2 silver coins in the NPC''s warehouse, while thetter cost 5 silver coins in the NPC''s warehouse!

    However, this method could only help them to get more materials, and it was not realistic to use it to make more money.

    First of all, the buying prices and selling prices of the goods in the NPC warehouse were different, and the difference between the buying price and the selling price of the same material could even reach 1:10.

    The exchanged air-dried meat could only be either eaten by the yer themselves or sold to other yers at a low price. It was impossible to dump arge number at the warehouses to make a fortune.

    It was actually impossible to sell to other yers. Once the news spread, there would be no information difference, and it was naturally impossible to use the information difference to make money.

    Who would want to be ripped off?

    Another unrealistic reason was that the prices in the game were subject to changes due to supply and demand.

    Not long after Old Brother Ample Time''s post was posted, the "bug" of farming the material was fixed by an invisible big hand.

    Later, when another yer took 100 grams of coarse salt and wanted to buy meat from those natives who came from afar, the other party refused.

    Those native refugees were no longer short of salt, and they also needed to stock some food. As for camel milk and milk, they still needed to keep some to feed the babies in the tribe, at least not for now.

    All that could be traded were furs, leather goods, and some gadgets that didn''t have any attribute bonuses, but were slightly good-looking.

    yers didn''t have many silver coins in their pockets. They were not rich enough to squander their money at will. Besides, the leather goods and clothes made by these native people were not as beautiful as those made by Teng Teng''s hut.

    The most important thing for "Skins" without attributes was naturally the appearance! As a consequence, the trading boom that had just heated up came to an abrupt end for the time being.

 Chapter 110: Sir, I Want To Borrow Some Seeds From You

    Chapter 110 Sir, I Want To Borrow Some Seeds From You

    Mission: Devil Moth Hunt (Repeatable)

    Introduction: Devil Moths have built a nest in the greenhouse ruins, where it has things like fusion batteries or emergency reactors. Those are the things we need the most at the moment.

    Requirements: Bring back 1 Devil Moth corpse

    Reward: 1 Silver Coin

    Mission: Devil Moth''s Cocoon (Repeatable)

    Introduction: Devil Moth''s cocoon is a good thing. We can use their silk to weave cloth and make clothes or armor. And it is said that the pupa inside seems to be edible.

    Requirement: Bring back 1 Devil Moth''s cocoon

    Reward: 5 silver

    Mission: Clearing the first floor of the greenhouse ruins

    Introduction: We need to open up the road to the underground of the greenhouse ruins, and safely obtain the "treasure" there.

    Requirement: Close the gate on the first floor of the greenhouse and cut off the connection with other floors...

    ...

    Evening.

    Old Brother Mole led a group of yers who had just finished battling with Devil Moths and returned from the direction of the greenhouse ruins, singing the triumphant song of victory, and pulling the five vehicles full of spoils.

    "Sparrows that had satisfying sex~ are sleeping naked on the antenna pole~"

    "Pig bones, bring them to marinate, but I forgot to wash the eggs~"

    "What the fuck, what song are you singing?"

    "Yeah, what the hell are you singing? One of our brothers just died, and we have to send another one awayter, can you be more serious!"

    "I wash the kelp, wash the kelp~"

    "Fuck, who can sew this mole''s mouth up?"

    "Let me do it, I''m good at this."

    "No! Ah, ah, ah! I''ve made a contribution to the administrator! I''ve bled for the outpost! You can''t do this to me~"

    It turned out that the number of Devil Moths was not truly unlimited. If they couldn''t be wiped out in one go, then the yers would try to clear them out the second time. If the yers couldn''t wipe them out the second time, then they would repeat the mission until they could kill all the Devil Moths.

    In thest two days, eighteen yers formed a "531 formation" ording to Brother Mole''s strategy and divided into two teams to attack in turn, killing and wounding arge number of Devil Moths in the narrow passage.

    Some of the Devil Moths were burned, and some others were stabbed to death by cold weapons.

    Interestingly, these Devil Moths did not seem to have entirely inherited the habits of moths; they appeared to have evolved a special practice simr to hive consciousness.

    When the number of moths dropped to a certain level, these insects suddenly gave up their suicidal attack and retreated to the nest to protect the cocoons. And under the cover of the shadows, they began to attack the yers who had entered their nest.

    This sudden change had caused some impact on the tactics and formation of the yers..

    ording to Old Brother Mole''s understanding, the devs had most likely found out that they were abusing "the glitch" and using it kill the spawn monsters, so they adjusted the server parameters.

    But it was not a big problem.

    The remaining Devil Moth on the first floor was no longer enough to form a deadly threat.

    The strength type yers were still in the front row, and the agile type yers were doing damage in the back. A group of people quickly harvested the Devil Moth cocoons near the exit of the passage, picked up the bodies of Devil Moth near the exit, and returned home with rich spoils.

    Although they paid the price of one death and one severely injured,pared to the gains of the trip, the loss was not worth mentioning at all.

    More than a hundred Devil Moth corpses were piled up into a hill, and there were more than a hundred football-sized cocoons. If it wasn''t for a group of Devil Moths that swarmed up behind them, they would have been able to take a little more.

    Coupled with the few psychoid leaves harvested from the nting unit, the total ie from the mission reached 841 silver coins!

    Which was 41 silver per person!

    Of course, it was definitely impossible to divide the money equally. Human life and equipment loss were all costs. But no matter what, everyone could still get more than 33 silver coins at least.

    This was so much better than making bricks.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The group passed through the east gate.

    After exchanging goods from the outpost, Iron Axe Wu and a few native people who had juste out just happened to see the Devil Moth corpses and a pile of moth cocoons on the wooden cart, their faces quickly filled with shock.

    Of course they knew what those were.

    Especially in summer, when psychoid leaves grew most luxuriantly, this thing was simply the god of death on the wastnd, and no one was able to survive on its path.

    However, why did this thing appear in Qingquan City?

    And where did the psychoid leavese from?

    This damn weather was already several degrees below zero. Didn''t the moths here need hibernation?

    "They can even kill the Devil Moth..."

    "Incredible! How did they do it?"

    "They came from the east... East, where Devil Moth lives."

    "We''d better stay away."

    The tribe members with shofar potatoes on their shoulders whispered, but Iron Axe Wu, the leader of the tribe, had other things in mind.

    Along the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province, they had gone through countless dangerous battles to get here.

    In one of the most dangerous battles, his father and uncle were both killed in the struggle to escape from the guns of the ve traders'' ve teams.

    There were more than fifty young and middle-aged men in the tribe originally, but now, there were only around twenty left, and the rest were old and weak women and children who had not even been weaned.

    Now that there were strong people who were willing to protect them, it was time to seize the opportunity and recover the number of their tribe members.

    However, the problem now was that due to the previous series of heavy losses, the number of women in the tribe who could bear children far exceeded the number of men who were fertile, and many of them were still rted by blood.

    Intra-tribe marriage in small tribes was a very troublesome problem. For the health and strength of the newborn, his tribe needed fresh blood.

    And these powerful warriors seemed to be the best choice.

    Recalling the long conversation between the elders of the tribe and himst night, Iron Axe Wu didn''t say a word on the way back.

    After instructing the tribe members to store the food they had exchanged, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the door of the nursing home.

    "Sir."

    Chu Guang nced at him. "What''s the matter?"

    Iron Axe Wu lowered his head and said in a nervous voice. "I want to borrow some seeds from you."

    Borrowing seeds?

    Strange, this nomad knows how to farm?

    Chu Guang thought it was interesting and said with a smile. "Unfortunately, we don''t have any seeds. I''m afraid I can''t help with this. Besides, the snow is so heavy outside, and the soil is already frozen. Even if you get the seeds, I''m afraid you won''t be able to nt them."

    Iron Axe Wu scratched the back of his head. "No, sir. You may have misunderstood what I meant. What I want to borrow from you... is not that kind of seed, but that kind of seed."

    "What kind?" Chu Guang frowned, looked at him and said, "What do you want to say, don''t go around in circles with me."

    Iron Axe Wu didn''t dare to dy and exined quickly. "It''s, it''s human seeds."

    Hearing these words, Chu Guang almost choked on his own saliva.

    What the hell?

    Either I heard it wrong or I misunderstood it.

    What does he mean about borrowing human seeds? !

    Noticing the change in the expression on Chu Guang''s face, Iron Axe Wu was dazed for a moment, not understanding why Chu Guang would have such a big reaction.

    But he continued to lower himself and pleaded sincerely. "Our tribe has lost many men in the battle a few days ago, so we urgently need fresh blood. We dare not ask for your bloodline, but only hope that you will allow the unmarried young women in our tribe to stay in your camp for a few days."

    "We won''t let you help us for free. In exchange, we are willing to donate a camel skin and a dagger to the father of each newborn."

    Hearing this, Chu Guang finally understood what this guy meant.

    Come to think of it, this kind of practice was not shameful to those people.

    Forrge and prosperous tribes, in addition to the intra-tribe marriage, they would also attack other people to obtain ves, and reproduce offspring through ves. Small tribes that were not prosperous could only rely on the stronger force and get fresh blood from them.

    "I understand your difficulties, but I can''t help you," Chu Guang said with a serious face, "We are a family friendly game... Ahem, I mean, our customs are different from yours. I can help you with other difficulties, but I can''t really help you with this."

    Besides, even if I want to help, I have no ability to help.

    Chu Guang had read the instruction manual of the culture chamber before. He remembered very clearly that the gic factors of these clones seemed to make it very difficult for them to impregnate a woman.

    Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction, but were just "containers" for yers'' consciousness, and "products" made by the culture chamber.

    Especially the mutants sequence, the gic factors could not be stably passed down to the next generation at all, and even its function was directly castrated due to chromosomal abnormalities.

    Besides, Wastnd Online was a fun-oriented game that focused on leisure.

    Without thinking about it, Chu Guang decisively refused on the yers behalf.

    Family friendly game?

    Iron Axe Wu was confused and didn''t understand what Chu Guang meant.

    However, looking at the expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face, he did not seem satisfied with his proposal.

    After thinking about, he kind of understood it. After all, they were wanderers from the wilderness.

    Even out of fear of disease, this leader would not allow the youngbor force of his own tribe to waste their vigorous energy on foreign women.

    "I''m sorry for making such an abrupt request." Iron Axe Wu bowed his head with regret and shame on his face, and after expressing his sincere apology, he turned around and returned under the curious eyes of the surrounding yers.

    The yers whispered to each other quietly.

    "What were they talking about?"

    "I don''t know."

    "Farming! I heard Dear Administrator mention ''Seed''! I know that word!"

    "All you know is farming."

    ...

    Late night.

    The indigenous people who built the camp lit a bonfire in the center of the camp.

    The mes flickered in the snow.

    The refugees sat around the campfire, yed flutes made of animal bones, sang songs, and ate thick broth and dark scones, celebrating the end of the journey and praying for the newborn.

    Although the yers were curious, they did not approach, but just stood on the wall and watched from afar.

    "What kind of tune are they ying?"

    "I have never heard it before. Maybe it''s the BGM of the alpha 0.5 version. Didn''t they say that the new version will focus on the development of humanputer interaction systems. But I didn''t expect that the development team would be this incredible. Even the refugees in the wastnd have their own background stories."

    "The bone flute they used is quite interesting. I''ll see if I can buy one tomorrow."

    "What if it''s made of human bones? Do you still want to y it?"

    "God damn it, can you not ruin all the nice things? "

    "It''s just a reasonable analysis, I heard that some African tribes will use their parents'' bones to make musical instruments after they die."

    "Thank you, I don''t want to know this, so please stop."

    It was not just the yers who were curious.

    Standing on the third floor of the nursing home and looking out, Chu Guang also had an expression of interest on his face.

    Unexpectedly, these refugees actually had their own unique culture.

    These settings could be updated on the official website for those non-testing yers to pass the time and satisfy their cravings.

    But what should I call these people?

    Chu Guang thought for a while and decided to give them a name, a g or a totem or something.

    "This tune is surprisingly good."

    "Would you like to record it? Master."

    "Can you record this far?"

    "There is a technology calledser monitoring. Even if it is far away, as long as a beam of light can pass through, the audio can be recorded by the frequency of the vibration of the object."

    "You even have this ability?! "

    "Yes, as long as it is within the range of several hundred meters. I can also remove the audio noise."

    "...... Then you can record it."

    It was not bad to record this song as the original soundtrack of this game, and then upload it into the database of the official website. It could be used to describe the customs of the wastnd.

    After 12 midnight.

    Chu Guang returned to the shelter with Little Seven in his arms, then turned on the system and checked his Administrator Allowance.

    In the past half a month, he actually saved 222 points.

    "Two advanced blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two primary¡­ I''ll draw it right now."

    It just happened that all the lollipops were almost finished.

    There was no point in saving points. There were daily tasks to do every day. Now the number of yers has increased. If he was lucky, he could save more than ten or twenty points a day. Even if he was unlucky, he would still get seven or eight points a day.

    Chu Guang stretched out his hand and tapped the draw button a few times.

    Light blue light flickered.

    The wall on one side of the resident lobby shook slightly, and as the alloy door opened, the reward from the blind box was delivered along the conveyor belt.

    From the two primary blind boxes, a bag of 500g white sugar and a bag of 500g salt were obtained, and a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic syringe were obtained from the intermediate blind box.

    All in all, it was not bad, and even Chu Guang himself was a little surprised that he was so lucky. Although there were no syringes that could add buffs, the sugar, salt and medicine were all good things.

    As for the advanced blind box...

    To be honest, it was a bit unlucky.

    "A mechanicalpound bow with sight. It seems to have a motor on it, and it can also be equipped with batteries. But there is no special arrow?"

    Chu Guang couldn''t shoot arrows, so he decided to leave the bow to the yers.

    "And what is this... a grenade?" Chu Guang picked up a silver-white orb from the conveyor belt, but after checking for a long time, he couldn''t find the pull ring.

    He threw it up lightly in his hand, and weighed it, but still couldn''t figure out how to use this thing.

    Seemingly unable to watch Chu Guang making a fool of himself, Little Seven, who was quietly squatting aside, reminded weakly.

    "Master..."

    "That''s not how you use that thing."

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 Chapter 111: Hummingbird! And Auctions!

    Chapter 111 Hummingbird! And Auctions!

    This little device is actually a drone?

    Uh. I almost made a fool of myself.

    Watching the silver metal ball flying in front of him after the two pairs of propellers popped out above its head, Chu Guang poked it with interest.

    It can even stabilise itself in the air?

    "This is interesting."

    If its propellers were changed to wings, its body was painted gold, and its size was made a little smaller, it would look like the golden snitch in Harry Potter.

    The light bluebel attached to this thing by the system read the words [Hummingbird drone] and was apanied by a long list of instructions for use.

    Simply put, this thing could be connected to any electronic device with imaging technology and information transmission functions. All it needed was a thumbnail-sized connector.

    The connector on the VM just happened to be able to fit into its jack.

    But is this thing a weapon?

    Chu Guang looked back at Little Seven. "Why didn''t you tell me earlier?"

    Little Seven said pitifully. "But you didn''t ask me, Master."

    Emmm...

    Seems so.

    Chu Guang didn''t reprimand it, and after ying with the toy for a while, he continued to ask. "What''s the use of this thing? Can it shoot bullets orsers?"

    Could it be a self-destruction bomb?

    If it was really a one-time consumable, it would be really wasteful.

    Little Seven: "Its function is mainly for reconnaissance... It''s already not easy for such a small device to be equipped with a long-life battery and a motor, so certainly, it can''t carrybat parts."

    "Reconnaissance?" Chu Guang stood next to the drone and observed it for a while, "Why didn''t I see its camera?"

    Little Seven continued to exin. "Its cameras have been integrated with its surface material, so they are invisible to the naked eye. But don''t worry about performance. Although its cameras are small, they''re very powerful! With a cluster of 60 cameras distributed on the surface of the device, it can capture 360-degree high-definition images without any blindspot. It can even be used at night.."

    Does it mean that although I can''t see its cameras, its whole body is full of cameras smaller than pinholes?

    Speaking of which, since there are cameras, doesn''t that mean I can take pictures with this thing?

    Although Little Seven can also take pictures, it can only stand on top of the nursing home and take pictures of the yers ying nearby because of its limited activity range.

    With this thing, I should be able to take a lot of interesting photos. And with a little filter, I can even make a proper cinematic game trailer.

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and continued to ask. "What about its flight altitude? Maximum distance, battery life, and¡­ how to charge it?"

    Little Seven answered quickly. "It''s very easy to charge it. The drone has a built-in wireless charging interface. Like me, it can be automatically charged in the shelter, and my power can also be distributed to it."

    "As for its flight altitude, it is rmended to be at a low altitude below 100m. Although it is not impossible to fly to an altitude of hundreds of meters above the ground in theory, it is rmended not to stay at a high altitude for too long. Working in a high altitude environment for a long time will not only cause load on the engine, but also bring safety hazards.¡±

    "As for its maximum distance, if there are not many obstacles, it works well within three kilometers. However, it is also not rmended to fly it too far from the terminal. After all, this is a close-range reconnaissance drone; its advantages are its nearly 12 hours long battery life, and its ability to cross obstacles inplex environments¡­ Remote detection is still a bit difficult for it."

    When encountering many obstacles, the signal transmission of the drone would be affected.

    However, the control chip of the "Hummingbird" UAV had an integrated automatic return program. Once the connection was lost, its AI would be automatically activated, controling the UAV to return to the starting coordinates or the preset rendezvous point ording to the video images in the cached data and the estimated route.

    After learning about the functions of this little device, Chu Guang reached out and picked up the drone. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

    If this drone is deployed before fighting the enemy, it is almost equivalent to having a real eye above the enemy''s head.

    And through the video images received by the VM, I''ll be able to capture every move of the enemy.

    This is simply awesome!

    "Master..."

    "What''s wrong?" Hearing Little Seven''s voice, Chu Guang nced at it curiously, "Is there any other function that hasn''t been introduced?"

    "Can¡­ Can you give it to Little Seven?" Little Seven suggested timidly, "Your VM can be directly connected to the main shelter server, and all the pictures I see can be directly transmitted to you. You can give it to me, then I can see farther ces and help you monitor yers'' activities more conveniently."

    "That''s a good idea." Chu Guang''s eyes lit up.

    This thing would provide a great advantage for him in battle, but there were not many chances for him to go to the front line. In addition, now his defensive ability was greatly increased, it wouldn''t affect him much if he didn''t use it in battle.

    So he might as well use it to secretly monitor yers'' activities.

    No, it should be called strategic reconnaissance!

    Little Seven continued. "Master, when I was helping you sort out the information yesterday, I noticed that the guard''s diary seemed to mention a signal tower? If the power supply of that signal tower can be restored, maybe the signal coverage of Shelter No. 404 can be further expanded."

    Chu Guang put the drone on Little Seven''s head and continued with interest. "You mean... the signal tower used by the guard tomunicate with the survivors on the surface? I have considered it before, but ording to the clues returned by the yers exploring the map, they couldn''t locate it."

    Little Seven continued. "The function of the signal tower should not only be tomunicate with the surface. ording to the clues in the recording, it seems that this shelter had collected radio signals on the ground as analysis samples for several years after the war."

    "ording to my spection, This tower should have aplete signal transmission and reception function. Maybe we can use it to provide information services to yers'' VM devices. In this way, even in areas far away from the shelter, you can still issue missions to your yers."

    Chu Guang said with a smile. "The idea is a good one, but the question is where are we going to find this tower? Do you have a map?"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Little Seven said immediately. "Although there is no map, it is obvious that this signal tower is near us. If the nearby two-kilometer area has been explored by yers-"

    Hearing this, Chu Guang suddenly reacted. "76th Street?"

    Little Seven said happily. "Mhm! Master is really smart!"

    Indeed.

    After eliminating all the wrong options, the final answer would naturally surface.

    The wend park was surrounded bykes to the west and northwest; wastnd, abandoned buildings, and abandoned park facilities to the south; Bett Street to the south, and the fifth-ring road to the south of Bett Street.

    As for the area to the north all the way to the abandoned tire factory, the Shelter yers had already searched every inch of that piece ofnd, and the only area that had not been explored was 76th Street directly opposite the east gate of the outpost.

    Speaking of which, the greenhouse ruins seemed to be at the entrance to 76th Street.

    The range of activities of the yers was getting closer and closer to the realm of mutant humans.

    Chu Guang, who was looking at the map, was lost in thought.

    "Tsk."

    "I have to think of a way to wipe out those green-skinned muscle guys in one fell swoop."

    ...

    The next morning.

    The snow had stopped for a while, and it seemed that today would be a rare sunny day.

    At the entrance of the weapons store, there was arge noisy crowd.

    yers who camete stood on tiptoe, looking across the crowd. They grabbed the yers next to them, and inquired about what was going on.

    "What happened? Why are so many people crowded here?"

    "It''s a weapon auction!"

    "Auction?! When did we have a war campaign again? Why didn''t I know?"

    "It''s not a war campaign, it''s just an ordinary auction. I also don''t know what''s going on, but it seems to be a temporary event in the game. Haven''t you checked the official website?"

    "No. I put the helmet on my head as soon as I got home. I didn''t even take off my clothes."

    "Damn, you didn''t even take a bath?"

    "I can do it in the morning when I get up. This game is more important."

    "You are crazy."

    Chu Guang nced at the noisy crowd around him. Seeing that most yers were here, he cleared his throat, raised the bow in his hand, and said in a solemn and serious tone. "...this is a mechanicalpound bow from the deepest part of the shelter. Legend has it that¡­ mhm, legend has nothing to say about it."

    "But it doesn''t matter!"

    "This bow is brand new, so much so that you can see its bowstring reflecting the light. It has an adjustable focus sight, and once the battery is installed, it can also use electric drive to store energy in the pulley group, which can help you deliver a fatal blow! It''s the undisputed newest item, made for hunting. The legend about it is waiting for you to write!"

    "The starting price is 100 silver coins! Each increase must not be less than 1 silver!"

    "No upper limit!"

    No upper limit!

    Exciting!

    The moment Chu Guang''s voice fell, the atmosphere at the scene instantly exploded with excitement.

    "101 silver coins!"

    "102 silver coins!"

    "What the fuck! What''s wrong with you guys! 110 silver coins!"

    "Let me join you guys, 120 silver coins. No matter how I look at this bow, it is better than a gun. If I use a three-edged arrowhead, maybe I can shoot through the target¡ª"

    "130 silver coins! You talk too much!"

    "180!!" The shout of one yer was so high-pitched that it cracked.

    The scene was silent for a moment.

    Everyone looked at the person who made the bid. They originally thought it was Mosquito who never went to the front line, but it turned out to be "the only old brother who was personally banned by the Dev" on the forum - [The_Escaping_Mole]

    Does he even know how to use a bow?

    Feeling a little embarrassed being stared at by everyone, Mole argued with a red face. "I''m an agile type, is there a problem?!"

    There was no one saying anything.

    Forced by his imposing manner, a yer, who was close to him, responded unwillingly.

    "No..."

    "Exactly¡ª"

    "Ahem, 188. It''s an auspicious number."

    "!"

    Mole, who had just been feelingcent, suddenly turned around to look at the hand held up high in the crowd. Seeing this, everyone around sighed helplessly. Mosquito still joined the bid in the end.

    After the price broke through 150, it was a fight between rich yers.

    yers in the third echelon withdrew from the bidding, and yers in the second echelon remained on the sidelines.

    To be honest, anyone could buy it, but Chu Guang really didn''t want to sell it to Mosquito. Every time this guy bought something, he never used it; he just kept it as a collection.

    For example, the scorpion submachine gun, and the double-barreled shotgun that the Bloodhand n boss dropped, Chu Guang never saw this guy bring it out and use it.

    Why buy it if you aren''t going to use it!

    Just for disy or what?

    It was at this moment, a big hand of justice raised up.

    "200 silver coins!"

    "What the hell?!"

    "Two, two hundred?!"

    Mole and Mosquito''s eyes instantly widened in shock.

    Looking back quickly, they saw that the person who raised his hand was actually Old Brother Ample Time who entered the game earlier than them.

    The surrounding yers were also whispering to each other.

    "200 silver coins for a bow?!"

    "Crazy, with this much money, he can buy two guns!"

    "But I think it should not be counted as a loss. You can tie explosives to the arrow... Have you ever yed the Graphics Card Crisis? That''s what I''m talking about."

    "Damn it. Stop talking about it. You made me want to buy it too. Even though I''m just the intelligence type!"

    "Wuu Wuu, when can I be so rich?"

    Ample Time ignored the whispers of other yers, looked at Brother Mosquito, and smiled embarrassedly. "Brother, please¡­ I really need it."

    Among these yers, probably no one knew how to use a bow better than him.

    Mosquito reluctantly spread out his hand, signalling that he would give up.

    "Fine, I give up. We are brothers after all."

    Actually, he wouldn''t be able to do anything even if he didn''t want to give up.

    He did make a fortune selling wooden bows to new yers before, but he also spent a lot of money on "R&D". In addition to the previous purchases, the sum of the money in his pocket was left with only 190 silver coins.

    Mole grumbled angrily. "What the hell! Where did you get so much money? You must have embezzled the public funds!"

    Before Ample Time spoke, Night Ten came out. "Hehe, do you think we won''t do anything other than make bricks? The exclusive task of the brick factory alone will give us 100 silver coins if we increased the daily output to more than 5,000, let alone¡ª"

    Before Night Ten could finish, Old White quickly covered his mouth.

    "Okay, okay, stop talking."

    If the Dev heard it, they might not be able to get that money.

    But having said that, these 200 silver coins were actually the entire savings of Bull and Horse Squad. The reason why Ample Time didn''t raise his hand before was actually discussing it with his teammates.

    Without going in circles, he said that he wanted this bow.

    His archery skill now allowed him to hit a moving target at a distance of 50m. If he could get this bow, hisbat power would be directly doubled, and his team''s DPS would also increase a lot!

    The other three teammates didn''t have any opinion either. They''ve been ying games together for a long time. Even in other games, they were also doing the same thing.

    Once the damage output of their team went up, they would not need to worry about making money at all.

    Especially Night Ten. He supported Old Brother Ample Time the most. After all, the bolt-action rifle he was using was bought with the money raised by Ample Time.

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Damn it, you guys are really rich. This is just sad."

    Ample Time smiled and said: "I''m sorry brother. Next time, if there''s something good, I definitely won''t fight with you."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "You better remember what you said by that time!"

    In this way, the battle of the rich tyrant yers came to an end, and everyone dispersed, each going their own way.

    Brother Mole was still doing the same task as yesterday, gathering a team on the forum to raid the instance dungeon - the greenhouse ruins. As for the two brothers who were dead, they were reced by two new strength-type yers.

    The insect-type dungeon was one of the rare dungeon types that was very difficult for the perception-type yers to utilize their abilities. Most insect-type mutants seemed to have their own hidden bonuses, which were very difficult for perception-type yers to detect.

    The official website forum had already formed a consensus. When raiding this kind of dungeon, it was better to bring two more tanks than a scout.

    As long as they could block the attacks, the other teammates would be able to keep output damage.

    As for the Bull and Horse Squad, Chu Guang specially observed it with a drone and found that they did not stay in the brick factory, but went out of the wend park along the north gate and went to a copsed department store building between the tire factory and the abandoned construction site.

    Is there something in there?

    Chu Guang was very curious, but did not follow them with the drone. After all, it would be more than three kilometers if he followed, and the signal would be somewhat affected at that distance.

    Anyway, when they found something good, they would bring it back to the outpost. At that time, he just needed to look through the strategy guides on the official website to figure out what they were doing.

    ...

    All the Combat Profession yers had left the outpost for work. There were only neers in the base doing errand missions, and Life Profession yers treating Wastnd Online as a leisure game.

    When Chu Guang walked into Teng Teng''s Hut, the dexterous Miss Teng Teng was standing on a stool, facing a wooden board that had been drawn with a charcoal, teaching three intelligence-type yers how to use the leftovers from making fur coat, to make some leather goods such as holsters and scabbards.

    "...There are no two identical leaves in the world, nor two identical furs in the world. You must remember this sentence."

    "If you want to be a qualified designer, you must first learn to distinguish the subtle differences between furs of simr sizes. Only after you have selected the materials, can you start the next step."

    "Do you understand?"

    Teng Teng, who was teaching on the stool, was like a teacher in a kindergarten ss.

    The three yers stared at her, obviously not understanding what she had said. But they still nodded cluelessly in the end.

    "Understood!"

    "Awesome!"

    Seeing that her students were very clever, Teng Teng nodded with satisfaction, patted her dark hand, and jumped off the stool.

    It just so happened that at this time, she saw the administrator standing at the entrance, and her eyes immediately lit up.

    A hidden quest delivered to my door?!

    "Well, you can spend some time thinking about it first!"

    After throwing out this sentence, Teng Teng immediately ran to the entrance and said excitedly. "Dear administrator, do you have any instructions?"

    Chu Guang said straightforwardly. "The outpost recently captured a batch of Devil Moth cocoons. The devil silk drawn from these cocoons is a good material. I want to ask you if there is a way to weave them into usable cloth."

    "Weaving?" Teng Teng looked confused, "I think you need to do silk reeling before weaving..."

    To be honest, she didn''t know.

    If it was just clothing design, she didn''t need such "basic" knowledge at all. Even the fur processing she was currently doing was taught by herself through the learning materials downloaded from the Inte after she yed Wastnd Online.

    Now the administrator gave her another problem.

    Although with the help of the Inte, it was not difficult to find some public information, what she wasn''t sure about was whether the information she found was still valid for Devil Moth''s cocoon.

    Seriously, would anyone really make clothes out of moth cocoons?

    It sounded so weird.

    Chu Guang looked at Teng Teng and continued. "Whether it''s silk reeling or other processes, I need it to turn into usable thread and cloth. If we can use these materials, we can make lighter and more durable armor, and the excess products can be used to solve our urgent food shortage problem... Do you have any good solutions?"

    Although Teng Teng was not confident, when she learned the importance of this task from the administrator, she nodded vigorously.

    "Although I have never tried it before, I think I can give it a try!"

    At the same time as the voice fell, she received a task pop-up window on her VM.

    [Mission: Textile Craft]

    [Briefing: The outpost has obtained a batch of devil silk. These are high-quality materials, but to turn these materials into silk threads and cloth, we must first solve the problem of production tools. ]

    [Requirements: Make a Spinning Machine and Loom. ]

    [Reward: 100 silver coins]

    [Note: Although a hand-spinning machine and loom are enough toplete the task, if you canbine the current needs of the outpost to make a production machine with better performance, it may trigger additional hidden awards. ]

    100 silver coins!

    When Teng Teng saw the quest reward, her eyes instantly turned into the color of silver coins.

    Especially the note at the end.

    If she could make a production machine with excellent performance, it may also trigger additional hidden rewards!

    "Don''t worry, dear administrator!"

    Teng Teng raised her head excitedly, poking her index finger on the VM screen, and promised with great confidence, "Teng Teng will definitely live up to your expectations!"

    "Mhm, I believe you. " Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

    If he had to figure out these troublesome things by himself, just the problem of making steel would be enough to trouble him until next year.

    But with these hardworking and brave little yers...

    Chu Guang suddenly felt that life in the wastnd was actually not as difficult as he imagined.

 Chapter 112: NPCs Are Coming To The Players Market To Set Up Stalls?

    Chapter 112 NPCs Are Coming To The yers'' Market To Set Up Stalls?

    On the official website.

    Ample Time: "Unlock a newndmark in the north of the abandoned construction site - the abandoned department store. There are a lot of Crunchers in it! We basically emptied the Crunchers on the first floor, but when we entered the basement, the VM indicated that the radiation index of the current area exceeded the safety threshold. Mhm, let me be blunt, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any constitution-type yers? We are just one constitution short."

    Sisi: "Me me me!"

    Tail: "Me too! Uh, I seem to be an agile type, but it''s alright, I can sneak attack! (''¦Ø''*)"

    Ample Time: "Sorry, can''t bring newbies to that dungeon. Here are the requirements. The constitution attribute should be 10 points, preferably more than 10 points."

    Tail: "QAQ"

    Irene: "I''m a level 4 constitution yer, my main stat is just 10 points, and my talent... Forget it, I don''t have it. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Ample Time: "Brother, check your private message."

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Want a lizard? I''m a solid tank. Whether it''s radiation or poison, it won''t have much effect on me!"

    Night Ten: "You should find a way to get out of the shelter first. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Fuck!"

    Teng_teng: "I had to get up at 4:00 am to check PPT. Because of that I almost forgot to go to work. But there are still a few things I don''t understand. Woohoo, I think I''m starting to lose hair. This game is getting harder and harder! (T^T)"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Question time! Our goblins want to know if you are reading the serious PPT."

    Teng_teng: "(*?¦Ø?)?¨t¤Ò¨s"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "( ? §¥?*)¡±

    The official website was still very peaceful today.

    The whole forum was very harmonious except for a few old brothers arguing about which type of steel should be used for seamless steel pipes.

    Chu Guang did not participate in the topic, but silently marked the ounts of these old brothers and arranged them on the list for the next batch of yers.

    Don''t talk, just do it.

    When the Alpha 0.6 version came out, it would be time for them to show what they got.

    In fact, Chu Guang had always been curious why hadn''t the website been blocked by the great firewall? After all, the people on this Wastnd Online forum had been discussing some sensitive information every day.

    The official website had been online for more than a month, and now the daily visitors had almost broken through 10,000. This number was quite a lot.

    That troll named arrogant lord must have reported to the relevant censorship department a lot.

    However, nothing seemed to have happened.

    "Interesting."

    Including being able to deliver the helmet to the yer''s door without people knowing it, if this is something that alien technology can do, it is really incredible.

    It''s like magic...

    ying with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang, leaning on the chair, clicked his tongue.

    At this time, he suddenly thought of the "morphogic field" mentioned in the recording.

    "Little Seven."

    Little Seven, who was charging up its battery, raised the camera. "What''s the matter, master."

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and said. "Have you heard of the morphogic field before?"

    "Is it the main research topic of Shelter No. 404?"

    "Huh?" Chu Guang sat up from his chair in surprise, looked at the paper bin crouching in the corner, and asked, "You know?"

    "Master... As I said before, the information on Little Seven''s archives was obtained from you." Little Seven''s voice sounded a little helpless.

    Okay.

    What a letdown.

    But it''s not important anyway.

    Chu Guang leaned back on the chair, dropped the pen in his hand, grabbed the mouse, and clicked "Steris" on hisputer, starting a new round of the game.

    ...

    Since equipping the "Hummingbird" drone, Little Seven''s field of vision has expanded a lot.

    The silver-white sphere usually hovered 50 to 100 meters above the outpost quietly, and no one would notice it.

    If necessary, it could also be deployed around the park, and the signal would be stable as long as it didn''t fly three kilometers away.

    With the VM device on his arm, Chu Guang could drag the drone horizontally to redeploy with just a flick of his index finger on the touchscreen.

    This feeling was almost like ying an RTS game from the perspective of God.

    The only pity was that yers had their own thoughts, and he couldn''t select the little blue men on the screen for micro-control.

    Otherwise, it would really be the same as an RTS game.

    Peeking was always a fun thing to do. Chu Guang, who was holding a VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of 76th Street for a while, observing those yers who were raiding the greenhouse ruins, and then dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant human tribe to see what those Green-skinned muscle guys were doing.

    Mhm, they seem really busy.

    A few more corpses were added at the gate of the stockade, but the strange thing was that, apart from the sentries, none of these muscr guys were seening out of the stockade.

    Where did these corpsese from?

    Out of thin air?

    It was a pity that Mutant Humans liked to use wood to make a dome in their stockade, and there were some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors. Because of this, Chu Guang couldn''t see the inside from a high altitude.

    Maybe...

    Should I randomly select a yer to go in to investigate it?

    It is not impossible.

    It was not until the drone''s battery reached the bottom and the automatic return was triggered that Chu Guang reluctantly put away the VM and returned the control of the drone to Little Seven.

    ...

    It was approaching dusk.

    The market in front of the north gate was very lively.

    There were stalls selling barbecue, special mushrooms, clothes, knives, and even "Goblin Rocket Launchers".

    It must be said that these yers were all talented people. Even if the game itself did not provide much content, they could create content and have a good time with limited content.

    The native people living nearby were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.

    However, they didn''t dare to get too close.

    Coupled with zero silver coins in their pockets, they looked around enviously for a while, and then quietly left.

    "The blue-coated people¡¯s market is very lively."

    "Their clothes are really beautiful, and they are also very good-looking."

    "I saw the shell of the Cracklew Crab. They made armor pieces from the shell of the Cracklew Crab. Although it doesn''t look very durable, they killed the Cracklew Crab!"

    "They are grilling meat using charcoal. It''s such a luxury."

    "If only we could do business with them..."

    "Yeah, our kids can''t just drink milk. They need to eat some porridge when they are older¡­ Their shofar potatoes are also very good. They are bigger than the ones we saw in the north."

    "I don''t know if they need part-timebor. There is not much to hunt in winter. I hope I can use my strength to exchange some money."

    "I want to save up to buy an axe, their axe looks more sturdy than ours, it''s made of steel¡­ I''ve only seen steel tools in the big survivor strongholds."

    Sitting in the middle of the camp in front of the fire, the refugees ate tbread, drank hot camel milk, and whispered to each other with envy on their faces.

    Those blue-coated people were not like them, who needed to build arge and high bonfire to keep warm together. They used those small torches dipped in ck tar to light the entire camp.

    It was too luxurious!

    However, no matter how envious they were, their status was engraved in their DNA.

    They were already very satisfied that they could stay next to the stronghold of a big force and not be expelled.

    At least their life now was much better than before.

    Iron Axe Wu, who was sitting with his tribesmen, fell into a long period of deep thought while looking at the ck smoke wafting from the distant camp.

    It was a peaceful and quiet night.

    Next morning.

    Iron Axe Wu went to the outpost alone, and after asking the guards on duty at the gate, he met with Chu Guang, who had juste out from the shelter.

    "Sir, I have one request, I would like to ask for your help."

    Not again.

    Chu Guang yawned.

    "You need to stop thinking about borrowing seeds from us."

    Iron Axe Wu exined with a look of embarrassment and lowered his head. "Last time I was too abrupt. But this time I came to you not for the seed."

    Chu Guang gave him a curious look. "Oh? What is it this time?"

    Iron Axe Wu said bluntly without going around in circles. "My people want to set up a stall at the market at your north entrance. Please allow us to borrow a piece ofnd the size of a camel''s skin."

    How big is a piece ofnd the size of a camel''s skin?

    Chu Guang had never used such a strange quantifier.

    However, the point was not the size.

    "Is it a stall, what do you want to trade?"

    Iron Axe Wu continued. "Some leather goods, found parts, tools we made ourselves, and animals, stuff like that... I promise you with my life that my people won''t make trouble for you. We just want to exchange some grain and potatoes to feed our children."

    Promise with his life...

    In fact, ordinary survivor settlements didn''t like to do business with refugees. After all, it was usually difficult for these wandering people toe up with good things, and no one liked the savage stall owners.

    But if people could look at the problem from another angle...

    Chu Guang thought for a moment.

    With an idea in mind, he looked at the tribe leader in front of him and said.

    "I can allow you to enter the market at the north gate, but you must abide by the rules we set. Such as ensuring that businessesply with public order and good moral standards, maintaining the road in front of the stalls clean and tidy, no obstruction of traffic, no fights, no forced buying and selling, no private sale of ves, no sale of addictive drugs, etc.¡±

    ¡°Also, operating stalls in our markets must and only use our currency. Any goods sold must also be of decent quality. If a dispute arises, all matters will be determined ording to the provisions specified in the terms and conditions and arbitration results."

    "The specific rules are posted on the notice board at the north gate. If you can ept it, I will give you an area."

    Iron Axe Wu nodded respectfully. "We are willing to ept it, sir."

    "I hope you have carefully considered the weight behind this answer," Chu Guang said, looking at him, "In that case, it''s decided then."

    ¡­

    In fact, Chu Guang had done a lot of thought about allowing those nomads to deepen their interactions with yers. This was far earlier than Iron Axe Wu came to him on his own initiative.

    Appropriate trade exchanges could boost the rtionship between the two parties when managed properly.

    The yers would get better deals, the native people would get food rations, and he would naturally stuff copper coins and silver coins into the pockets of the native people. This, of course, was a win-win situation.

    Maybe it should be called a triple-win situation.

    After all, he won three times.

    In the evening.

    The yers who went out to work carried today''s spoils and returned to the outpost one after another.

    Just when they were about to go to the north gate market to set up a stall to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC stall appeared at the north gate.

    Aren''t all NPCs operating their business in the base?

    Could it be that the increase in prosperity had triggered a hidden plot?

    In front of the stall, two cute NPC girls dressed in animal skins sat on the floor, with a pot of charcoal fire beside them to keep them warm.

    The two of them were not very old, and the older one was only in her early twenties, with a calm demeanor. The younger one was about fifteen or sixteen, with a pair of big eyes looking left and right, full of curiosity about everything here.

    The two were probably sisters.

    The light of the charcoal fire reflected on their wheat-colored cheeks, covering their malnourishedplexion, and making them look rosy and shiny.

    In front of them was a camel skin, on which were some ornaments made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbard holsters, leather goods, and other gadgets, as well as freshly ughtered hyena meat.

    And also good ham and tenderloin.

    In addition, there was some fresh milk, which was ced in tin cans, aluminum cans, and other containers. In short, there were many things.

    Although the yers were not short of prey, they were still curious about the NPCs that suddenly appeared in the yer''s trading market.

    "Why are those two NPCs in our market?"

    "So cute!"

    "Where''s my Old Brother Mole? You know what I mean."

    "Screw you! All you know is Doujinshi. What if I got banned again?"

    "Uh, we haven''t said anything yet."

    "!!!"

    "So fishy, fishy!"

    Chu Guang was also curious about what the natives were selling, so he walked over to the stall and took a look.

    Seeing the arrival of the administrator, the yers immediately made way for him and waited eagerly for the plot to be triggered.

    Chu Guang looked at the two and asked. "What are your names?"

    Just when the older one was about to speak, the younger one stretched out her arm and raised her hand vigorously to answer. "My name is Autumn Leaves!"

    Chu Guang had roughly figured out the naming style of this tribe. It was estimated that the name came from what they saw during the travel.

    Anyway, it sounded more normal than Iron Axe.

    "What about your elder sister?"

    "Autumn Weed!"

    "Pfft..."

    Chu Guang almost couldn''t hold back hisughter.

    But he still held back in the end.

    "...Good name."

    The older sister said in a low voice while secretly observing the expression on the administrator''s face. "Sir, my little sister is still young andcks discipline. If we offend you... please punish me. Please don''t hurt her."

    "No, your sister is quite cute."

    After asking so many questions, it would make him look stingy if he did not buy anything.

    Chu Guang nced at the items on the stall. Next to each item, ording to the rules he set, Arabic numerals were written on the wooden sign with the price clearly marked.

    These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly for the convenience of yers.

    Well, these refugees were very obedient.

    It was not as "evil" as rumors said.

    Putting down one silver coin, Chu Guang picked out a smaller stic bottle.

    "Let me try this camel milk."

    Autumn Leaves: "Ah, the camel milk is in the bottle next to it¡ª"

    "It''s okay, normal milk is also fine."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    After that, Chu Guang took the stic bottle and went to Ya Ya for identification.

    The little girl wanted to stop Chu Guang and make it clear, but her elder sister, who had a blushing face, grabbed her quickly, shook her head at her, and said in a low voice. "We can''t go through that gate, we can''t run around in the market, and we can''t offend that person, you know?"

    "Everything here is his, he can have what he wants."

    Not to mention the man already paid them.

    Although the tone may be harsh, he was indeed a benevolent ruler.

    The little girl looked aggrieved.

    Even though she was well-meaning, she still had to be scolded by her elder sister.

    "Okay." Although she said that, she still felt frustrated.

    That really isn''t camel milk...

    Her elder sister smiled softly and stroked her little sister''s head. "Good girl."

    The yers around had been discussing the plot just now. Although some versions were ridiculous, they had roughly figured out what was going on.

    Especially seeing that the administrator had bought something, they all followed suit.

    "Give me a dagger holster!"

    "Which is camel milk? I want camel milk! Huh? Is that how you say it?"

    "What! That''s thest one?"

    "What is this fruit? It looks so dark, can it even be eaten?"

    "Never mind, I''ll just buy it and give it to Boss Ya Ya to taste it."

 Chapter 113

    "Ya Ya can be sure that this bottle of milk is not poisonous!" After staring at the stic bottle for a while, Ya Ya stroke her chin with confidence and gave a positive conclusion.

    Chu Guang nodded and took the bottle back. "Thank you."

    Ya Ya asked curiously. "By the way, what kind of milk is this? Is it delicious?"

    Chu Guang replied casually. "It''s probably just cow milk, do you want to taste it?"

    "Yes!" When Ya Ya said this, she kept peeking at the VM on her arm. She heard Teng Teng say that if the task was triggered, there would be a prompt.

    Strange, why no response at all?

    Chu Guang didn''t notice her secret movement. He just poured a bit of the milk into the bottle cap and handed it to Ya Ya.

    After Ya Ya took it over carefully, she leaned in her nose and took a sniff. An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on her face.

    "Smells weird, is this really cow milk?"

    "Maybe it''s camel milk."

    "?"

    What do you mean maybe?!

    In any case, Ya Ya still pinched her nose and drank it for the sake of favorability and hidden missions. Maybe it was really camel milk. Anyway, it was hard to judge the taste, and it wasn''t that tasty.

    Ya Ya felt like she had drunk it before, but she couldn''t remember where and when exactly.

    Seeing that she didn''t have any adverse reactions, Chu Guang turned around and left, no longer having any worries.

    Looking at the back of the administrator, Ya Ya stood there nkly for a long time, and didn''t blink until the administrator''s back disappeared at the gate.

    Wait, what about the reward?

    Did he forget to give me the reward again?

    The yers next to her had noticed the situation here already, and when the administrator walked away, they immediately shouted loudly.

    "Oooooooh, what did I just see?"

    "Breaking news, the administrator fed Ya Ya some white milky stuff!"

    "Breaking news, Ya Ya fed the administrator her milk!"

    "What?! Boss Ya was XXOO-ed by the administrator?"

    "Do you all want to die?!" Ya Ya, who was full of anger, grabbed a bunch of mushrooms and threw them at those yers. The yers who were hit by the mushrooms quickly picked them up and ran away.

    ¡­..

    Official website announcement:

    [Recently, our outpost has taken in a group of nomads from the wilderness. They are settling near us out of admiration for our outpost.

    [Please treat them kindly, so that more NPCs will join us. Remember, your words and deeds will affect the world''s evaluation of you.]

    [NPC Camp: Nomads]

    Official forum:

    Big_eyes_in_debt: "Awesome!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Devs are awesome! (Cracking voice)"

    Little_book_worm: "What about alpha 0.6? We need alpha 0.6!!"

    Irene: "Careful Devs will add the version number for you, and then the announcement you see now will have the version number behind it. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "They won''t. At least they shouldn''t."

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Brothers, anything interesting happening in the dungeon yesterday? Did you find anything in the department store?"

    Irene: "Find my ass. There was a creeper in it. Fortunately, I reacted quickly. Ample Time said that there may be a shelterer hidden there. We''re going to take some time to dig it out."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Shelter?!"

    Irene: "It''s not arge shelter. It''s probably a small shelter or something, and it probably had an ident. It''s hard to say what''s left in it. So we will just have to wait and see."

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "upying the supermarket in the early days of the apocalypse is very reasonable."

    Teng_teng: "Does anyone understand spinning, my eyes are going to go blind from reading. (Dizzy)"

    Night Ten: "The old brothers in the forum are only interested in researching things that would send them to jail in real life. You want them to research this? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) The risk is too low that they are not interested in studying it at all."

    ...

    After putting the milk in the refrigerator, Chu Guang, who had returned to the shelter, first went to the B2 floor to take a shower. He then returned to the resident lobby on the B1 floor, sat in front of theputer, and started to work as a game designer.

    Today, the official website was as lively as ever.

    The most popr post was still posted by Brother There_will_be_ample_time.

    But this time, it was not because of the strategy, but a piece of equipment.

    At the time when the average per capita deposit did not exceed 100, being able to take out 200 silver coins to buy a bow could no longer be described as rich anymore.

    After all, in the early stage, everyone all used their money to buy equipment, bullets, and supplies. How would they be able to save so much money?

    Not letting the old brothers on the forum down, Ample Time shared the experience of using the mechanicalpound bow, and even gave his bow a mboyant name "Daybreak".

    "This Daybreak is great in almost every aspect. It''s just that its power is too great!"

    "Especially for a charged shot, ordinary wooden arrows won''t be able to stand its force at all. After the string is pulled to the maximum, the switch on the bow can be pressed to activate the electric power connected to the gear, so it''s not that difficult to operate it. However, the moment I let go of the string, I could feel at least a hundred pounds of force! It can even reach over two hundred when the bow is fully charged! So when the arrow is released, it can easily st a Cruncher''s head to pieces!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Are you sure that you are shooting an arrow, not a cannonball?"

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "I''m dying with envy!"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Lmao, it''s just mere 200 pounds of force, what''s there to be excited about? My ancestors were from the great prairie. It was a basic requirement for everyone to be able to handle a 500-pound draw weight bow; if you couldn''t handle a 1000-pound draw weight bow, you would be ashamed to call yourself a man."

    Irene: "Yes, yes. After all, your ancestor was Genghis Khan. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Little_book_worm: "This equipment is too unbnced. It''s even stronger than a gun. How can you not nerf it?!"

    Ample Time immediately panicked when he saw someone asking the devs to nerf his weapon. "What''s unreasonable about this? The background settings are all in the near future. Is 200 pounds too much? Not at all! Have you yed Graphics Card Crisis? Thepound bow ins that game also has electromaic eleration!"

    "And this thing would consume a lot of arrows. There are only twenty arrows in a quiver, and the arrows that are fired using charged shot can''t be reused again. Unless it is a powerful monster that is too difficult to deal with, I usually don''t even dare to use this weapon!"N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The_Escaping_Mole: "I suspect you are trying to show off! (Flipping a table)"

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Yes! Definitely!"

    Ample Time: "..."

    Actually, in the long run, paying 200 silver coins for this bow was definitely worth it, because the value of a currency would definitely change, but the value of the Wastnd Online''s gear wouldn''t.

    The equipment officially released by Shelter No. 404 would always be the best, and the awesome weapons would always be awesome even until the server was shut down.

    Of course, the premise was that the weapon would not be broken and the equipment would not be dropped.

    The death penalty in this game was far more than just the loss of contribution points. As everyone''s equipment became more and more expensive, the cost of death also came with the cost of equipment loss.

    This was especially not good for yers who liked to y alone.

    Levels and experience could be saved, but equipment couldn''t be saved.

    If they were unfortunate enough to die outside the outpost and had no good friends to help them pick up the equipment and VM, they could only ask someone for help on the forum or release a mission in the mission interface.

    In addition to Old Brother Ample Time flexing his weapon, there were many people on the forum discussing internalbustion engines and steam engines.

    As for the cause, it was Miss Teng Teng seeking help on the forum.

    These yers didn''t know what spinning was, and they didn''t care about the original poster''s problem at all. They just wanted to find a ce to show off how they became a master of any subject after 5-seconds of research online.

    The topic quickly shifted from Spinning Jenny to the most advanced non-woven fabric, and melt-blowing processes.

    In a way, those people were really incredible. After all, pretending to be an expert of a subject while researching the information they needed wasn''t an easy task.

    However, there were asionally one or two real experts in the post.

    Under the current conditions of the outpost, it may be difficult to build an internalbustion engine. After all, the steel nt was still researching seamless steel pipes.

    If they wanted to build an internalbustion engine casing that could withstand continuous high temperature and high-pressure gas, at least the cold rolling process technology must be unlocked first.

    But then again, who would use an internalbustion engine to weave?

    Just how boring one had to be toe up with such an idea?

    Instead, the steam engine was a good idea.

    A boiler that burned continuously would release rtively mild energy, and the requirements for material strength were not that difficult to achieve. The most important thing was that it was not picky about fuel.

    Whether it was for power generation or industrial production, it was a good idea.

    Teng Teng took notes while looking at the forum, replied diligently, and asked questions repeatedly, trying to get everyone to focus on the original topic.

    It seemed like she was going to make a steam-powered spinning machine, modeled after the old spinning jenny machine.

    The yers on the forum, both Combat Profession yers and Life Profession yers were very good.

    Looking at these capable yers, Chu Guang''s heart was filled with joy.

    Very nice.

    ...

    It snowed all nightst night.

    The next morning, the ground was covered with thick snow again.

    At the east gate of the outpost, three old men in animal skins, roughly forty or fifty years old, were pacing back and forth at the gate, as if they wanted to go in, but they didn''t dare to.

    Thinking that they probably had some urgent matters, Chu Guang called them over. "What are you doing here?"

    Afraid of offending the ruler, the old man lowered his head tremblingly. "Sir, we don''t have any malice. We just want to see if you need any help?"

    "We want to find some work to do."

    "We are too old to hunt animals, but we can still move some stuff and repair some stuff."

    Oh, so they are looking for work.

    Chu Guang suddenly had an idea, and he said, "The snow on the outpost''s main road needs to be cleared. 2 silver coins per person per day. If you want to do this work, you can go to Luca."

    The responsibilities of managing the warehouse and the granary had been handed over to the newly trained warehouse managers, and Old Luca was their foreman, responsible formunicating with other NPCs, including trading with survivors on Bett Street, and telling the outpost''s rules to the refugees outside.

    This identity was a bit like a butler.

    After hearing Chu Guang''s words, the three old men''s eyes lit up.

    Two silver coins could be exchanged for two kilograms of shofar potatoes.

    With three people, that would be six kilograms of shofar potatoes!

    With such a low sry, no yers would be willing to ept this task. After all, the "hourly sry" of yers was at least 1 silver coin or more, and lower than that would not be worth it.

    But for refugees, this sry was already very high.

    "Thank you, kind sir!"

    "Thank you for your generosity!"

    "Don''t worry, just leave it to us!"

    The warehouse had brooms made of wooden sticks, as well as shovels for shoveling snow. They just needed to shovel the snow into a cart, push it out of the outpost, and dump it outside.

    However, apart from the cart, these refugees did not use the tools from the warehouse, but returned to their camp to bring their own tools.

    Seeing that they started to clear the snow quickly, Chu Guang instructed Little Seven to keep eyes on them, and then walked to the industrial area by himself without paying any more attention to it.

    When he walked into the industrial area, Chu Guang found that two yers, WC_really_has_mosquitoes and I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom, were standing at the door of Teng Teng''s hut, measuring with a ruler while gesturing andmunicating something.

    Out of curiosity, Chu Guang stepped forward and asked. "What are you doing?"

    Hearing the administrator''s voice, the two immediately stopped their work and said excitedly. "Dear administrator, we are designing a steam boiler!"

    "That''s right! This is a new job for our steel nt!"

    "It''s also a new job for Goblin Technology!"

    A steam engine.

    Seems like they only discussed it on the forum a few hours ago. I didn''t expect them to start designing it so quickly.

    Their efficiency is really high.

    "What are you nning to do? Burn firewood?"

    I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "The firewood is not strong enough. Our initial n is to imitate the generator you bought and make a wood gas generator! While burning the boiler, the heat from the boiler can also be used to generate wood gas!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Actually, I nned to use biogas at first. Our septic tank is full of feces anyway. But that thing is a bit difficult to collect, and the heat in the feces doesn''t seem to be enough in winter, so we can only wait until the spring of next year to study it."

    Chu Guang: "Mhm, take your time."

    The speed of manual spinning and weaving was too slow.

    The outpost also didn''t have such a huge manpower. Devil Moth''s cocoons had already piled up into two hills outside the warehouse.

    If the spinning industry could be developed before the spring of next year, not only the defense power of the yers would be able to be increased to a higher level, but the outpost would also be able to earn arge amount of money through the trade of Devil''s Silk Cloth, and use the earned money to develop more advanced industry.

    Coincidentally, female workers could be recruited from the refugee camp. At that time, the spinning factory could be built at the east gate, and that area would be a light industrial zone in the future.

    Passing by the steel nt, Chu Guang saw Who_will_smell_my_athlete''s_foot.

    Instead of thinking about how to develop steam engines with his good buddy, this yer pushed a red-hot "big iron barrel" out of the nt building with a cart quickly and rolled it into a snowdrift.

    In the sizzling sound, white mist rose up, the red-hot iron barrel cooled down instantly, and half of the pile of snow melted away, turning into steaming mist.

    "What is this?" Chu Guang asked curiously, looking at Brother Athlete''s Foot shovel the snow on the big iron barrel.

    Brother Athlete''s Foot turned around and said with a smile. "107mm mortar, administrator!"

    What?

    Chu Guang stared at that thing for a while, and couldn''t help asking. "...You call this thing a mortar?"

    "That''s right. Although it''s just a barrel," Brother Athlete''s Foot continued with a smile, "The stamping process will still need a little bit more time, and our budget is almost exhausted, so we can only take some side jobs to make some money."

    "It happened that Goblin Technology just ced an order. Brother Mosquito said that big is justice, and justice is explosion, so he wants us to help him make a big gun barrel. Even if it is a cast gun barrel, he will find a way to rifle it himself. I think this order is not that difficult, so I made him one... Hehe, it''s a big order. It''s 200 silver coins."

    Chu Guang didn''t know how to respond for a while.

    But...

 Chapter 114

    South of Wend Park.

    Yu Hu and Li Niu were walking in the direction of the outpost while carrying a wild boar.

    It was hard to catch prey in winter, but they would still be able to catch something if they headed to the fifth ring to explore the ruins of the high-rise buildings.

    Normally, small prey like squirrels and hares could be handled by themselves. But if it was a big one like a wild boar, they would need to ask the butcher in the town to deal with it for them. However, the butcher would charge them 30% of the meat as a fee for ughtering them.

    That was a terrible deal.

    Those blue-coated people would only charge them 20% of the meat as the fee, and they would never short weight. So it was worth it for them to travel a few more kilometers.

    The wild boar was tied to a wooden stick with the two each carrying one end of the stick on their shoulders. And there was also a little girl, whose face and ears were red from the cold, following closely behind them.

    There were not many mutants wandering around outside in this weather, and marauders also rarely left their stronghold, so after failing to dissuade Xiaoyu, Yu Hu could only bring along his little sister at her incessant plea.

    The weather was cold, but Xiaoyu was in a great mood at the thought that she would see Big Brother Chu again soon; so much so that she began to hum songs unconsciously.

    All of sudden, the footsteps of her second brother and her elder cousin stopped.

    Xiaoyu couldn''t help but also stop curiously. "Brother, what''s wrong?"

    Yu Hu made a shush gesture to Xiaoyu, then looked at Li Niu and pointed to the front. "Nomad."

    Li Niu also saw the figure in the distance, but he was still uncertain. "Are you sure?"

    "Mhm."

    Li Niu asked in a low voice. "Why are there nomads here?"

    Yu Hu thought for a while, but still couldn''t figure it out. "I don''t know, maybe Big Brother Chu took them in." He answered, shaking his head.

    In his mind, Big Brother Chu was too kind. Sometimes, he couldn''t help but worry about whether Big Brother Chu would be deceived by others.

    To be honest, Yu Hu felt a sense of guilt in his heart every time he came here to exchange his prey for something.

    The salt he bought from here was unadulterated at all, and he would receive a lot more than what he would get from Old Charlie.

    He was really worried that Chu Guang would suffer losses from the exchange.

    Xiaoyu looked up at her second brother and elder cousin, and blinked her eyes curiously, not understanding what they were talking about.

    She didn''t know what nomads were.

    Nor did she feel strange that they were here either.

    To her, Big Brother Chu was a good person, so it was natural that people would want to live closer to him.

    However, things that were not strange to her were still a little strange to Yu Hu and Li Niu.

    Whether it was their way of life or cultural practices, these nomads from afar were different from the settled survivors.

    Because they were not settling anywhere, they wouldn''t care what their neighbors would think of them, and they would pay little attention to whether their actions would offend others.

    Maybe it was prejudice, but there were indeed many thieves, liars, and ruffians among them, and sometimes they would even bring terrifying gues with them...

    Yu Hu hid his little sister behind his back and waited for the man to walk away before signaling Li Niu to continue moving.

    They were very careful along the way, not wanting to have contact with those refugees. After showing the pass to the guards, they went straight into the outpost through the south gate.

    Unlike thest time Yu Hu came here, the changes here were really big.

    Yu Hu remembered very clearly that thest time he came here, the road from the south gate to the warehouse was a dirt road with nothing beside it.

    But now, not only was the road covered with ayer of gray stuff, but it was also very solid. Moreover, there were several red brick houses on both sides of the road; thergest house that had its door tightly closed even had a chimney made of bricks on top, and it was emitting ck smoke at the moment.

    Yu Hu had never seen such a strange building before, and neither did his little sister and Li Niu next to him; all of their eyes widened in curiosity.

    "Elder brother, what is that?"

    "It should be a chimney, I remember there''s one installed on top of the town mayor''s house."

    "A chimney? What is that for?"

    "It seems to be for cooking? I remember it''s used to get the cooking smoke out."

    "But it''s not time to eat yet."

    "I don''t know, maybe... It''s a ce to cook for a lot of people."

    Anyway, Bett Street didn''t have this kind of strange building. Yu Hu thought to himself.

    In sharp contrast to the curious expressions on the three people''s faces, the blue-coated people here were not as curious about them as before.

    Apart from thest batch of neers who had juste in, the yers here were already familiar with them, and their curiosity had already died out.

    All of a sudden, Yu Hu''s eyes lit up. "Brother Chu!" He shouted, greeting Chu Guang from a distance. He was very lucky today because he bumped into Chu Guang who was wandering in the industrial area not long after he entered the outpost.

    "Huh? It''s been a while. You guys caught something again?" Looking at the wild boar carried by Yu Hu and Li Niu together, a smile appeared on Chu Guang''s face.

    Good.

    Got something good to eat tonight!

    The wild boarst time was all eaten by his yers. He didn''t have a chance to taste it at all. So he had to keep some for himself this time, lest it would be sold out again.

    "Mhm! A really big boar!" Xiaoyu gestured with her hands happily, her childish action made Chu Guang chuckle subconsciously.

    ncing at his little sister, Yu Hu said in a low voice. "Xiaoyu misses you a lot."

    "Mhm! Xiaoyu misses you a lot!"

    "I miss you too," Chu Guang smiled and stroke Xiaoyu''s head. He looked at Yu Hu and continued, "You live in that shed now?"

    "Mhm," Yu Hu nodded and smiled embarrassedly, "I repaired the shed a little bit. Now it looks more spacious than before. Thank you."

    "Don''t thank me. It was Xiaoyu who gave it to you. Just be nice to your little sister." Chu Guang said with a smile, "Speaking of which, how''s everything? Are there any marauders harassing you?"

    "Marauders? I haven''t seen those people recently. We are all fine, but you have to be careful," Yu Hu said with a serious expression, "I heard from some old people that there lived a group of people in the north who used bloody handprints as gs. Some hunters were caught by them when they went to the north to look for deer herds, and it was also them who hurt my elder brother and my fatherst time!"

    Bloody handprints?

    Is he talking about the Bloodhand n?

    But they won''t be able to harm anyone again.

    Chu Guang smiled and said lightly. "Don''t worry, they won''t be able to harass you anymore."

    Hearing this, Yu Hu and Li Niu had surprised expressions on their faces. Only Xiaoyu had a confused expression on her face.

    However, hearing them talking about what happenedst time, she remembered something. "...Speaking of which, Xiaoyu saw two men with very fierce looks taking away a very beautiful elder sister from Bett Streetst time."

    Hearing Xiaoyu''s interjection, Chu Guang suddenly thought of something. "Is that elder sister very pale? And she''s probably... this tall." Chu Guang gestured, showing the height that was near his nose.

    Xiaoyu frowned. After thinking for a while, she nodded earnestly and said. "Mhm, mhm! Big Brother Chu has seen that elder sister before?"

    Not only have I seen it¡­ The expression on his face was somewhat interesting.

    Chu Guang thought about it for a short moment and eventually used a euphemistic way to skip a topic that was too heavy for her. "That elder sister¡­ Mhm, I''ve sent her away."

    So... That person was indeed gifted to those marauders by the old town mayor.

    With that said, Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu and Li Niu and said. "Let''s not talk about this. It''s very cold outside, if you guys trust us, leave the wild boar to old Luca to deal with, ande sit in the house with me for a while."

    Yu Hu, Li Niu, and Xiaoyu nodded immediately.

    "Mhm!"

    "Okay!"

    ¡­

    Li Niu was not very familiar with Chu Guang, but Yu Hu was very familiar with Chu Guang.

    It was not even exaggerated to say that in his mind, Big Brother Chu was the most trusted outsider besides his close rtives.

    If it weren''t for his help, his elder brother would have already died in bed.

    This was a life-saving grace.

    Besides, Yu Hu didn''t think that a good person like Big Brother Chu would be greedy for a few pieces of meat. If he really wanted it, he would give it all to him for free.

    In Yu Hu''s view, this was also the way it should be.

    Chu Guang brought the three of them to the main building of the nursing home. On the first floor, there was a fairly spacious room, which he had transformed into a reception room.

    In this room, there was some simple furniture made by a few new Life Profession yers from Woodworking Cabin.

    After Chu Guang lit the charcoal fire and settled the three of them, he went back to the shelter and took a bottle of alcohol and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.

    Milk was given to Xiaoyu.

    As for the alcohol, Chu Guang sat in front of the brazier with them, and poured a ss for each of them.

    The amount was not much, only about 20ml.

    "Try it."

    Yu Hu leaned closer to the ss and smelled it, his eyes suddenly lit up. "This is... alcohol?!"

    Chu Guang said with a smile. "It''s made from shofar potatoes."

    Li Niu also said with admiration. "It smells so good!"

    No, it should be said that it was too extravagant!

    In this hellish winter, they even had surplus grain to make alcohol.

    Yu Hu and Li Niu were really envious.

    In the past, only during the years when the harvest was particrly good that the elders of their families would use the leftover old grains from the year before to brew a little cloudy grain alcohol, and save them for special festivals or important asions.

    Especially when the sour green wheat cannot be used to brew alcohol, they must use shofar potatoes or a kind of fruit picked from the wild to make alcohol.

    But that kind of fruit could only be seen in autumn and summer, and they couldn''t be found in winter time at all.

    It was very hard to be able to drink a sip of warm alcohol in this kind of weather.

    "Ah, it burns!" Yu Hu was fine as he probably had good alcohol tolerance. However, the young man Li Niu looked strong, but after taking a sip, his entire face turned red like a monkey''s ass instantly.

    Looking at this guy with his tongue sticking out, Chu Guang chuckled. "It''s a bit strong, so drink it slowly."

    It was distilled alcohol after all.

    And it was vodka made of mutated potato, so of course, it would make him feel like his throat was burning.

    In fact, Chu Guang''s alcohol was originally not made for drinking. The reason why the warehouse ced this kind of order was mainly to reserve alcohol for medical use.

    But the yers gave him too much peace of mind.

    Since the death penalty had been lowered several times, the seriously injured yers would walk back to the outpost by themselves, and then find a ce where they wouldn''t get in the way of others to give themselves ast hit.

    This kind of alcohol was not needed for serious injuries, and there was no need to use it to treat minor wounds; only some wounds that needed stitches would use it a little.

    With the experience from the first sip, the two young men were much more cautious and did not drink the alcohol in such a hurry. After taking another sip of the alcohol, their cold bodies quickly warmed up.

    "Your life here is so good." Looking at the burning brazier, Yu Hu said enviously.

    "It will get even better," Chu Guang poured another small ss for the two of them and said with a smile, "You cane often in the future. We need manpower here, not only for hunting, but also many other things."

    Yu Hu said while patting his chest. "No problem! Brother Chu, if you need me, just say it!"

    Li Niu on the side also nodded. "Me too."

    Chu Guang smiled. "Don''t worry, I won''t let you help me for free."

    At this time, Xiaoyu, who was sitting next to him sipping the milk, finally finished drinking the milk.

    Seeing her licking her lips with a satisfied expression, Yu Hu was amused and asked with a smile. "Is it delicious?"

    "Mhm!" Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling. She gave a thumbs up and said, "It tastes like Mama''s!"

    Yu Hu: "?"

    Li Niu: "?"

    Chu Guang: "...?"

    ...

    The butcher finished ughtering the boar very soon. After the four sat in the room for a while, Luca knocked on the door and walked into the reception room, respectfully reporting to Chu Guang. "Administrator, your guest''s meat is ready."

    Chu Guang nodded and looked at the two who were slightly drunk. "Let''s go, go get your meat."

    The group then came to the warehouse.

    Luca had already packed the meat for the two of them in stic bags and handed them to Yu Hu and Li Niu. As for the fur, it was reced with 300g of salt as usual.

    As for the viscera and bones, they were all in the stic bucket beside them. The two of them didn''t n to take it, so they left it here.

    Seeing that her elder brother and elder cousin were nning to leave, Xiaoyu hesitated.

    After thinking for a while, she gently tugged Yu Hu''s sleeve, signaling him to lower his head and lean over. Then she whispered something in his ear.

    After Yu Hu heard it, he was dazed for a moment, then immediately shook his head repeatedly, "How can we do that, our family has caused enough trouble for Brother Chu!"

    "But..."

    "No but. I won''t agree to this!"

    Hearing that the content of the discussion between the two seemed to be rted to him, Chu Guang looked at the two people curiously. "What are you talking about?"

    Seeing Chu Guang looking at him, Yu Hu looked a little embarrassed and hesitant to answer.

    However, at this time, his little sister who was standing beside him gathered up her courage and said timidly. "Xiaoyu also wants to help Big Brother Chu like elder brothers. After all¡­ You don''t need Xiaoyu to help with housekeeping, but you still gave Xiaoyu so much candy."

    "Candy?" Yu Hu was dazed for a moment and then red at his little sister. "When did you eat other people''s food? Didn''t Dad teach you not to eat whatever others gave you?"

    All he knew was that his little sister seemed to be holding some stic sticks, but he didn''t know that they were candies.

    The sugar in candies was much more expensive than salt!

    Knowing that she was in the wrong, Xiaoyu, who was being stared at by her old brother, blushed. She didn''t know what to say, so she just didn''t say anything and turned her face away from her elder brother, pretending that she didn''t hear it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Looking at those two people, Chu Guang said with a smile, "This doesn''t count as helping me. This is just a... a trade? Or you can understand it as a reward."

    Xiaoyu immediately raised her head, her eyes sparkling. "Then, will Xiaoyu be paid for helping?"

    "Of course..."

    Xiaoyu''s eyes lit up instantly. "Then, can I ask for candies as a reward?"

    Chu Guang had a lot of lollipops. After all, it was the guaranteed reward of the primary blind box, and he would get it again even after eating it.

    It was just that Chu Guang never thought that this thing woulde in handy on such asions.

    "If you want to help me, I happen to have a job that I can give you, and it''s a very important job. But... it''s so far from your home, and it''s a long way toe here. Is there really no problem?"

    Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu.

    Originally, he thought that her elder brother would dissuade her. But unexpectedly, Yu Hu, who was shaking his head repeatedly just now, changed his mind on the spot.

    "No problem, as long as she can help you! Big Brother Chu, if you don''t mind it, my little sister can live here with you. It will save her from traveling a long way toe here!"

    Before Chu Guang could react, Xiaoyu also nodded excitedly and raised her arms. "Yes! Xiaoyu is already an adult, and Xiaoyu can take care of herself!"

    Li Niu didn''t know what to say, but he felt that he should also offer his help, so he thought about it for a while, and then said. I can help build a shed for her¡­ I''ll go pick up the materials now."

    Chu Guang coughed dryly, stopping the guy''s mindless behavior. "...That''s not necessary."Don''t miss out on the regr updates on the advance chapter folders with just $3.00/month to support your favorite trantor.

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 Chapter 115

    South gate of the outpost.

    Carrying dozens of kilograms of wild boar and 300g of coarse salt, Yu Hu and Li Niu staggered out of the gate.

    Both of them couldn''t handle alcohol very well. After all, they usually didn''t have the opportunity to drink, so they were already slightly drunk after just a few shots; they couldn''t even walk in a straight line aftering out of the outpost.

    However, their minds were clear.

    "Hu-zi, is this really okay?"

    "You mean leaving Xiaoyu here?"

    Li Niu nodded. "Mhm."

    Yu Hu thought with a frown, but then quickly shook his head. "I don''t know either, but Big Brother Chu is not a bad guy."

    Li Niu whispered. "Xiaoyu is old enough to get married. Are you not worried that... people will gossip about it?"

    "I dare them! I''ll beat them up!" Yu Hu raised his voice, but soon realized that this was not realistic. After all, he only had a pair of fists, how was he going to beat everyone up?

    Only beating up that little bastard of the Wang family wouldn''t be a problem for him.

    "It''s fine. It''s okay for her to stay there. In fact, it''s better for her not toe back," Yu Hu shook his head, slightly sober under the north wind, and muttered, "Anyway, following Big Brother Chu is definitely much better than where we are."

    Li Niu nodded.

    He agreed with this.

    Although he didn''t know Big Brother Chu very well, so many blue-coated people were working for him, so he must be an important person like the town mayor.

    The two stopped talking and focused on travelling across the wastnd. They crossed the snow, walked through the ruins, bypassed a group of hyenas fighting over some big rats, and safely got into the entrance to Bett Street.

    The snow had stopped for a while, so the way back was not difficult.

    The guard, Walter, was standing guard at the gate with a cigarette in his mouth and a shotgun in his hand,pletely ignoring the two of them.

    The two walked quickly through the front gate and were about to walk into the alley, but when they passed by the door of old Charlie''s grocery store, they were stopped by the old man.

    "You two, wait a second."

    Yu Hu and Li Niu stopped, looked at each other first, and then looked at old Charlie.

    "...What''s wrong?"

    Old Charlie used to be the mayor''s butler. After retiring, he was arranged to run the grocery store, where he supplied many things to the people in the town.

    For this butler who could get along well with the traveling merchants from everywhere, the surviving townspeople still held a certain level of respect or even awe.

    After all, those merchants always looked down on them, but they were able to have joyful conversations with old Charlie.

    However, respect was a thing of the past.

    After doing business with Brother Chu''s people, Yu Hu became more and more aware that this old Charlie was actually not a good person, and he was the same as the town mayor. He would always sell goods of inferior quality to them.

    In the words of Brother Chu, it was "not doing things by the rules".

    All in all, he wasn''t a good guy.

    Old Charlie nced at the stic bag in their hands, then at the falling snow on their shoulders. His nose twitched slightly, and he narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly.

    "Did you go to the north?" He asked.

    The two hurriedly shook their heads. "No, no."

    They indeed went to the north, but they did not want to admit it. They believed that even if the old man figured out that they were lying, he would not be able to do anything to them.

    "Don''t go north, it''s not safe over there."

    After staring at the two for a while, Old Charlie looked away from them. He didn''t continue, but waved his hand and sent them away.

    At this time, Wang Biao, the eldest son of the Wang family, came from the entrance carrying a hyena cub, and happily threw it on the wooden table next to him.

    "Old butler, I just caught a hyena, and it is a cub! Can you check if the town mayor wants it? If he wants it, I can deliver it to the ughter stall."

    Although old Charlie was no longer a butler, everyone still called him that way.

    Charlie nced at the dead hyena cub on the table.

    The hyena''s meat had a strong gamey smell, and it would stink if it was not processed in time. The survivors in the nearby area would grind a kind of Red Rib Tobo leaves, a specialty of Brown Farm, and smear it on the meat before smoking it with fire to remove the unpleasant smell.

    Healthy or not was another matter, but it could really cover up the smell.

    Unlike adult hyenas, hyena cubs were an exception. Their meat was very tender, and their leg meat was the best delicacy.

    It was said that it was because they had just weaned and hadn''t eaten much carrion.

    "You can leave it." Old Charlie opened the drawer, took out 4 chips, and threw them on the table.

    Wang Biao took the chips with an excited and joyful expression.

    4 chips!

    It could be exchanged for 200g of brown salt!

    It was not terrible that there was no meat to eat this time. For experienced hunters, as long as they were patient and careful enough, they would always be able to catch something.

    But it would be deadly if they didn''t have salt. If they didn''t eat enough salt, they wouldn''t have enough strength. If they didn''t have the strength, they would not be able to catch any prey. And if they couldn''t catch any prey, their own family would starve.

    Just when Wang Biao was about to leave, Charlie suddenly stopped him. "One second."

    Wang Biao stopped and asked with a simple and honest smile. "What''s wrong, Old Butler?"

    Charlie asked. "You live next to the Yu family''s house, right?"

    Wang Biao nodded quickly. "Yes, we''re not far from their house."

    "Help me keep an eye on their youngest son, his name is... Yu Hu, I think? Anyway, if he goes to the north someday, follow him and find out where he went." Charlie thought for a moment, then continued, "If you discover anything, don''t rm him; juste back and report to me immediately. The reward will not be lower than the amount you have in your hands now."

    Wang Biao was overjoyed and gripped the chips in his hands tighter.

    "Don''t worry! I''ll definitely keep an eye on them for you."

    "Keep your voice down," Charlie reprimanded him, looking left and right. Seeing that no one noticed, he waved his hand and drove him away, "You can leave now."

    ¡­

    Yu Hu and Li Niu divided the meat and salt and went back to their own homes.

    When Yu Xiong came out of the door and saw Yu Huing back alone, he was dazed for a moment. Then he was hit with a strong smell of alcohol that made him instinctively take a few sniffs.

    "Did you drink?" He asked.

    Yu Hu blushed and scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

    "Uh, I drank a little¡­ But it wasn''t my fault, I drank it because Big Brother Chu forced me to drink."

    Yu Xiong nced behind him, but he didn''t see anyone or a trail of small footprints. He could not help asking. "Where''s Xiaoyu?"

    Yu Hu hesitated for a long while before saying. "She... er, stayed there."

    Hearing this, Yu Xiong''s eyes widened in shock. "You left her there alone??"

    Yu Hu quickly exined. "I didn''t leave her there, it was Xiaoyu who said that she wanted to help Big Brother Chu, so I asked Big Brother Chu if it''s okay. Big Brother Chu is a good person, there won''t be any problems!"

    "What can she do to possibly help him!?" Yu Xiong didn''t believe this nonsense.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    He once ate a cake baked by Xiaoyu. It almost chipped his teeth off. In the end, he could only throw it into the pot and boil it until it was mushy.

    Yu Hu tried to exin in a hurry, but he also didn''t know what Xiaoyu could do to help Big Brother Chu, so he couldn''t exin it clearly. "I, I, I don''t know. Why don''t you ask Big Brother Chu? We can go there and ask him now."

    Yu Xiong didn''t know whether tough or cry. "Don''t. Forget it. It''s already veryte. Sigh, you... How do you want me to exin this to dadter? Tell him that you went to exchange the salt and left your little sister there as a payment for the drink?"

    Yu Hu hurriedly said. "Please, brother, Dad will kill me if you tell him like that." He was almost on the verge of crying.

    Yu Xiong shook his head and sighed. "Or you tell him yourself."

    Yu Hu muttered while lowering his head. "I still don''t think it''s a bad decision. They even have spare grains to make alcohol... Xiaoyu definitely won''t be hungry over there. Brother, if you are still worried, I can go there everyday to check on her. If Xiaoyu is being bullied, I will take her back immediately!"

    Yu Xiong looked at the sky and sighed. "Forget it, I won''t say anything. Just do what you want."

    Since it had alreadye to this point, what else could he say?

    He could only wait and see how it would turn out..

    ...

    Shelter outpost.

    The yers in the square looked curiously at the direction of the nursing home, chatting and gossiping.

    "Who is that little girl next to the administrator?"

    "Yu Xiaoyu, the NPC of Bett Street. It''s written on the official website. All veteran yers know that there were a few stories about Bett Street before, and people on the forum had discussed them before. You should be able to find them in the old posts."

    "What the hell! I''m a newbie, nobody told me this before!"

    "By the way, did I miss something again?"

    "Klee! Oh, not Klee¡­ but It''s not important. She''s so cute! I can''t hold back anymore!"

    "Hello, is this FBI? I think something is wrong with this person,e and take him away. What? It''s inconvenient for you to do it? I can do it for you!"

    "I''ll execute him! "

    Shelter.

    Residential lobby on floor B1.

    Xia Yan, who was sitting at the wooden table studying the foreignnguage, stared straight at Chu Guang since he brought Xiaoyu back from the outside.

    Seeing that she had nothing to do, and even had time to gawk at him, Chu Guang threw two silver coins on the table in front of her and said, "Go to the east gate market and buy some milk for me."

    Xiaoyu had gone to floor B2 to take a bath. Although the yers were very curious about this new little girl, there was Little Seven next to her, so Chu Guang wasn''t worried.

    All day today, Xiaoyu''s performance was very obedient and very good. She learned very fast, basically mastering everything he had taught her.

    Especially that kind of diligence and eagerness to learn, a certain female NPC really should learn from her.

    Chu Guang was never stingy with rewards for a hardworking good kid, whether it was an NPC or a yer.

    However, always eating sugar was not good for teeth, it was best to drink some milk, which would help her body grow. Even if she couldn''t grow taller, she would be healthier.

    And after she officially started her job, Chu Guang decided to order a set of more recognizable clothes for her.

    After all, her job was quite important.

    Maybe even more important than the weapons store and the warehousebined.

    Seeing the two silver coins rolling on the table, Xia Yan widened her eyes in surprise, and kept moving her eyes back and forth between the silver coins and Chu Guang''s faces repeatedly.

    It seemed unbelievable to her.

    Finally, she couldn''t help but say. "You want a disabled person to help you run errands, are you not ashamed?"

    You are the one who should be ashamed!

    Chu Guang, who was about to open theputer to edit the document, nced at her like he was looking at a fool.

    "I didn''t let you go by yourself. You can let the yers do it for you. Did you forget what I taught you already? Open the VM, select the task window, click the create button, and then make up a reasonable reason... For example, say you can''t sleep without drinking milk every day. Then you can either choose someone and assign the task to them, or post it on the public channel."

    "Understood, the administrator must drink milk before going to bed at night... I, I, I''m sorry. It, it''s me who wants to drink it."

    The moment Chu Guang looked at her, Xia Yan instantly lost her courage. She pressed the backspace button with a look of pity, deleted the task that had just been created, and changed it to what Chu Guang forced her to write.

    Very good.

    Looking at the obedient Xia Yan, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

    It feels great to be a handsome man. I just need to give her a look, then she will understand what I mean immediately. I don''t even need to speak to change her mind. Chu Guang thought to himself.

    Actually, it didn''t matter what Boss Xia wrote on the task panel.

    There were two types of tasks that NPCs could issue on VMs. One was the tasks preset by him. They could be sent point-to-point without the need to be within signal range of the shelter.

    Another type of the task was self-created ones. They would need to be sent to the server first. After being reviewed by Little Seven, they would then be distributed to a yer''s device, or distributed to all yers as [Daily Tasks], [Random Tasks] in the public task area.

    In other words, as long as Chu Guang asked Little Seven, no matter what Boss Xia wrote on the task panel, he would be able to correct it to what he wanted her to write.

    "It''s done¡­ A yer named Ya Ya epted it."

    Ya Ya.

    Great.

    When she bought it over, I will let her try it first.

    "Okay." Chu Guang responded simply and ignored her, continuing to type on theputer.

    Listening to the annoying typing sound, Xia Yan, who was thinking about her own things, couldn''t read the book anymore. Eventually, she couldn''t help but ask. "... Speaking of which, what''s going on with that little girl? Don''t get me wrong, I''m just asking. I don''t think you would be interested in a little¡ª"

    Chu Guang frowned and pressed the backspace key. Because of the interruption, he just made a typo.

    "It''s nothing. You just need to remember that she''ll be your roommate from now on." He gave a perfunctory reply.

    "Wait, roommate?" Xia Yan became anxious and said quickly, "Aren''t there more empty rooms avable? Why do you want me to be her roommate? I don''t know how to look after a kid."

    Not bad, at least she knows what she isn''t good at.

    But then again, she might be the one who would end up being looked after by Xiaoyu.

    Chu Guang said casually. "I need you to teach her the everydaynguage of the yers. The things in the book in your hand."

    Xia Yan said in a low voice. "But, but I haven''t mastered it myself..."

    Besides, if we live together, wouldn''t there be no privacy at all?

    There are clearly other empty rooms.

    Chu Guang took his hands off the keyboard and looked at her with interest.

    "It''s fine if you haven''t mastered it. You can learn together. Whenever she masters thenguage in the book, I''ll let her move to other rooms. Maybe she will learn much quicker than you."

    This stupid woman even has the audacity to say this?

    It''s been so long, but she still hasn''t learned how to scold people in beautiful Mandarin. It''s just a few words, what''s so difficult to learn?

    "How is that possible!"

    "Hehe, then we''ll wait and see."

    Ignoring the arguing Boss Xia, Chu Guang continued to look at theputer screen and typed thest few words and punctuation.

    "...The rest is just copying and pasting."

    Looking at the results of his work that he wrote in less than half an hour, a happy smile appeared on Chu Guang''s face.

    Alpha 0.6 version!

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 Chapter 116

    [Wastnd Online Alpha 0.6 Version Update Announcement. ]

    [Major update:

    1. The number of yers in the Alpha test has been increased to 250.

    2. Added the "Banking System"!

    3. VM added the "Property" panel!]

    [Optimization:

    1. Added a richer activity track for the nomads, and the stall of the Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves are getting more and more lively.

    2. The personification of NPCs has been enhanced. If you make Boss Xia angry, there is a chance that weapons will be more expensive if you want to buy it next time.

    3. Added a richer variety of food. Today''s rmended recipes are stewed mushrooms with milk and dried fish with salt.

    4. Fixed a few bugs.

    5....]

    [As the number of people increases, the yer manual and user agreement have been updated to version 4.0, and a new agreement regarding the contact with refugees has been added. For yers who have obtained the test qualification, please check it out in time to avoid a poor gaming experience. ]

    [Current Number of Applications: 2333 people]

    ...

    Night Ten: "Let me see who has been invited this time? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Bank! The banking system is out!"

    Lightning_emperor_professor_yang: "What the fuck! I didn''t get the invitation again! T.T"

    Failed_sessfully: "I don''t care! Unless I''m on the list, otherwise, I''m gonna call it bullshit!"

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "Hehe, stop acting, bots. Anyway, I won''t apply for it, even if I''m dead. Hehe, those who applied are such fools. They don''t even know that they will never get an invite."

    Irene: "Wait a second, bro. How do you know you won''t get an invite without applying first? Could it be¡­ ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Wait, haven''t you paid attention to the banking system? This update actually has a bank!!"

    Old White: "... Isn''t the bank in the game a ce to save money? What''s so exciting about it?"

    Night Ten: "Yeah, you won''t be able to get a loan from it, so why are you so excited? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Uh, okay. You''re right."

    It was not entirely urate to say that it was where the money was saved.

    For other games, this function was definitely for the convenience of yers, but for Wastnd Online, it was for the convenience of Chu Guang himself.

    The number of silver coins was limited, and now almost every yer had fifty or sixty coins in their lockers, which was not a small amount if they were all added up.

    Especially for rich yers like Mosquito. If he hadn''t ordered a customized gun barrel, which caused his funds to flow to No. 81 Steel nt''s corporate ount, he would probably have 200 coins in his locker.

    Furthermore, coupled with the increasing amount of currency in cirction at the outpost base nowadays, not only yers were using his currency, but even the refugees nearby were gradually epting these small coins.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Therefore, recycling currency was imperative.

    And opening a bank was undoubtedly the best choice!

    For yers, being able to deposit money in the bank would definitely be much more convenient than it was now. The death penalty in Wastnd Online included all drops, so no one would take many coins with them. Currently, everyone had to go back to the shelter to get money if they wanted to buy things, which was really troublesome.

    It was better to integrate the currency system on the VM and open a personal ount for each yer, so that it was convenient for him to "print money" and for yers to spend money.

    In the future, within the signal range coverage of the outpost, transactions could be done directly between the two VM devices.

    Wouldn''t it be great to directly enter the era of mobile payment?

    As usual, after Chu Guang made the announcement, he immediately updated the post he just edited on the official website.

    The changes in this update were quite big.

    It was necessary to have a good chat with his yers.

    "Development Log: Alpha 0.6"

    Light: "Hello everyone, I''m your dearest game designer! After threatening 12 programmers with unpaid overtime, the outpost finally has enough food! So we specially recruited 50 new yers to enter the game. Let''s give a round of apuse to those lucky people!"

    "Well, that''s enough attention for those lucky people. Let''s go back to discuss the update. After five consecutive days and nights of meetings, the development department finally made a decision and added a new panel called ''property'' to the VM."

    "Through this panel, as long as you are within the coverage of the shelter''s signal, you can easily check a series of properties such as bank ount bnces,nd, shops, shares, etc under your name."

    "Of course, this also includes your equipment!"

    "There are more and more yers on the server now. I believe you are all good children who obey the rules, but in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, we decided tounch the equipment ''binding'' service to maintain fairness and justice in the game!"

    "You can take photos and register any equipment you find valuable at the administrator''s assistant NPC, and fill in the registered price yourself. After registering, the equipment will be bound with your personal ount and recorded in the form of pictures and texts on the VM''s ''Property'' panel. The minimum handling fee is 1 silver coin, and if the registered price exceeds 100 silver coins, it will be charged at 1% rate."

    "The bound equipment will be protected by the shelterw. It means that even if it is picked up by other yers, the ownership of the equipment cannot be changed. If the equipment is unfortunately lost due to death or other reasons, the yer only needs to pay 10% of the ''registered price'' as a deposit to im the ownership of the equipment. The yer who picked up the equipment must return the equipment to the shelter within the time limit. After the equipment is returned, the yers who returned the equipment will receive the ''deposit'' paid by the owner as a reward."

    "If thetter refuses to return, or even maliciously hides or damages the equipment, they will be punished for the crime of theft and damage to personal property in ordance with the in-game rules and user manual. In addition, equipment owners can also, as needed, set additional bounties and provide more details, including the location of loss, to release bounty missions for their equipment, seeking assistance from other yers."

    "Remember, rules only constrain the bottom line of morality. Even if it is unbound equipment, we do not rmend that you take other people''s equipment as your own. Your words and deeds will affect others'' evaluations of you and a noble personality shines both in the real world and in the virtual world, so don''t spoil the ship for a halfpenny worth of tar."

    "In addition, ording to the yers'' suggestions, we are developing a ''credit score'' system based on the existing social functions, and yers with high credit scores will trigger high-quality missions more easily and have a better gaming experience. At present, this system is only running as a hidden parameter for a trial test. It is expected to be disyed on your personal homepage after the closed alpha phase."

    "All in all! The greatest impact on everyone about this change is that in the future, everyone can pay directly with VM! You don''t have to worry about counting money anymore!"

    "For the newly developed bank function, we have arranged a special NPC to serve as the first bank president of Shelter No. 404!"

    "I hope everyone will have fun in the game! Now, I need to go back to work."

    "See you guys next time!"

    After the post was published, the views soared instantly, and in just a few seconds the number of replies exceeded 100.

    Good_names_are_taken_by_dogs: "Wait, who the hell is this special NPC?!"

    Battlefield_hype_up_group: "Boss, don''t go yet!"

    Night Ten: "This is very annoying! Light is keeping us in suspense again!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Damn it! Can we see this NPC in the game now?"

    Ample Time: "I don''t think so. It''s stillte at night in the game, and there is no one else on the ground except for the NPCs who manage the warehouses and granaries."

    Without replying to those posts one by one, Chu Guang closed the forum. After that, he started a round of "Napoleon Total War" unhurriedly.

    But after ying dozens of rounds, Chu Guang got tired of it.

    Mainly it was not immersive enough.

    "Tsk, those soldiers are such cowards!"

    "Just one round of shots from the front, and a charge from the side would make them raise the white g immediately. Do they not know how to use bays to fight the enemy at close range?!"

    "Sigh. It''s really terrible. I''m done with it."

    Compared with his own yers, those soldiers in the game were simply trash!

    Chu Guang, who had closed the game, thought to himself, maybe he should download a mod that locked morale?

    This would be more immersive.

    ...

    Chu Guang, who closed "Total War", eventually opened "Steris". After he maxed out the technology, he started to sit there idly, and he ended up watching the stars in the game all night before he knew it.

    While ying games at night, Chu Guang also took a quick nap. When he came back to his senses, the poor Fallen Empire was almost eaten up by the xenophobic vassals he let out out of boredom.

    Taking a look at the time, he was shocked to find out that it was already morning.

    If he went to bed at this time, he would be able to go to the north gate to visit the yers'' market when he woke up.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly realized that it wasn''t just Boss Xia who was cking off. Since the fall of Bloodhand n, his life became a little bit too rxed. It even made him be a little bitzy.

    It couldn''t go on like this. He thought to himself.

    The mutant human tribe on 76th Street hadn''t been dealt with yet. The harsh winter had just begun, and more serious challenges still awaited him after the cold winter was over.

    Waking himself up, Chu Guang put on the exoskeleton, ced the sledgehammer behind him, and stretched his stiff body.

    Today was Xiaoyu''s first day on the job!

    Even if he wanted to catch some sleep, he had to wait.

    While thinking of this, Chu Guang walked towards the elevator.

    And just as he stood on the elevator and headed to the surface, there was already a big crowd of yers in front of the gate of the nursing home''s main building.

    "Is this ce the bank?"

    "The official website says it''s here."

    "Why is there no NPC here?"

    "I guess it''s not time yet!"

    The bank of the outpost was located at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the nursing home.

    Since the bank was still in the trial operation stage, thend had only just been nned on the map, and the foundation had not yet been built, Chu Guang temporarily used an empty room on the first floor of the nursing home as the bank office. The conditions weren''t that great, but it would get better.

    The only furniture here was a table and a chair, and a wooden sign hanging at the door with the words "Bank" written on it.

    The yers gathered around with expressions of curiosity and excitement on their faces. From time to time they whispered with people next to them.

    At this moment, a petite figure squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the wooden table at the entrance of the bank and sat down under the watchful eyes of everyone.

    Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Xiaoyu felt like a deer had just broken into her heart, jumping non-stop.

    But thinking that she could finally help Big Brother Chu, she still took a deep breath and cheered herself up in her mind.

    Come on, Xiaoyu!

    You can definitely do it!

    Recalling the lines she had memorizedst night, she raised her head bravely.

    "B, b, b, bank!"

    "It''s open..."

    Maybe it was because she wasn''t familiar with thenguage of the yers, or probably because it was pure nervousness, Xiaoyu, who had been full of confidence, identally shouted the first two words loudly. But then she was like a deted balloon, her wordster became weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible in the end.

    Her face flushed red, like a tomato.

    Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to fall into an awkward silence, she, who became nervous, forgot her linespletely. She even bit her tongue identally. It was so painful that she was almost in tears.

    Ashamed, she wanted to find a crack on the ground to hide in. But thinking about Big Brother Chu, she held back the tears in her eyes, endured the pain, and decided toplete her mission.

    "Do, do you want to deposit money?"

    For a moment, Xiaoyu felt that she had failed Big Brother Chu''s expectations and this sacred and glorious profession.

    Wuwu...

    I''m so useless!

    However, Xiaoyu, who blushed like an apple, did not expect that two simple lines of opening remarks would unexpectedly make the entire crowd of yers crazy.

    "Ah!!!! So cute!"

    "I''m dying!"

    "Not good! My HP is dropping fast! This cuteness is deadly"

    "I have a question. Is this a life simtion game? The official website says it is a life simtion game, right ? When can I spend money in this game? Can they just take my money!"

    "Can I deposit real money!! Don''t stop me, I want to deposit ALL My Money!" (Cracking voice)

    "Hey hey, little sister, do you like eating mushrooms? I will treat you to mushroom soup in the evening! It''s delicious and aromatic!"

    "Dangerous! Go and tell Teng Teng that Boss Ya is going to be taken away by Xiaoyu!"

    "What nonsense are you talking about? Who cares about her!"

    Xiaoyu blinked while looking at the yers around her in bewilderment.

    She had only learned a few lines. She couldn''t understand what yers were saying, and her VM didn''t trante those iprehensible gibberish.

    However, the eyes are the windows to the soul.

    Looking at their eyes, she felt like they had probably epted her.

    Thinking of this, the little girl''s heart rekindled her confidence, and her original frustration due to forgetting words was reced by full of energy.

    Come on Xiaoyu!

    You can''t let Big Brother Chu and the "yers" down!

    "Whoever wants to deposit money, please line up."

    "Before going out for an adventure, please leave your money safely with Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu will take good care of it for you!"

    "And please stay safe!"

    The yers lined up in an orderly manner, putting the silver coins in their hands on the table.

    Xiaoyu, who gradually became familiar with the process, meticulously counted the silver coins and copper coins on the table.

    She counted each one carefully twice, then sorted it into a box on the side, and then used a VM device dedicated to her banking work to deposit the value into the yer''s ount.

    The bank''s work gradually got on the right track. Chu Guang, who had been watching secretly from the side, finally nodded his head in satisfaction.

    Good.

    It seemed that his decision was correct.

    In fact, at the beginning, Chu Guang nned to let old Luca be the bank president. However, it was fine for old Luca to count the supplies, but doing banking work was still a bit too much for an honest man like him.

    Besides, old Luca had more important things to do.

    Rather than collecting silver coins from yers, Chu Guang needed someone who was loyal enough to help him manage other NPCs. And for this role, only the old Luca, who used to be a ve, was the most suitable person.

    After thinking it over, Xiaoyu was the most suitable person for the bank president.

    The president in the game and the reality are two concepts. The meaning of the former is more like customer service assistant, or a window teller.

    Seriousness, stubbornness, honesty, and keeping promises were all Xiaoyu''s strengths, and they were strengths that could be seen with both eyes.

    In addition, she was also diligent and smart enough to learn Arabic numerals and basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division in just one day, and memorize all the lines before going to bed.

    This high efficiency was enough to make a certain weapon shop boss feel ashamed!

    And most importantly, Xiaoyu''s image would be epted by yers easily. Those big eyes that were as bright and clear as morning dew would even make silver coins lose their charms.

    If Xiaoyu was the bank president, Chu Guang believed that yers would work harder and offer the silver coins they had earned with both hands willingly.

    Mhm. Now that I made their little Klee the president of the bank, they wouldn''t raise pitchforks at me, right?

    Do they really have the heart to do it?

    Would they not be ashamed to do it?

    It would be even more unreasonable not to praise my work

    Taking ast look at the long line from the bank door to the nursing home entrance, Chu Guang turned around and walked away contentedly.

    Meanwhile, at the weapon shop not far from the nursing home.

    The shop had been open for a while, but there were still no customers.

    Xia Yan sat bored in front of the weapon shop, her eyes drifting towards the bank from time to time until a certain someone walked out and turned to the industrial area to the south.

    After letting out a big yawn, Boss Xia picked up the tool and began to smooth the rough copper sheet. She then put it on the mold, hitting it until it formed the shape of a bullet shell, and then filled the primer.

    She felt like those yers had lost interest in her?

    "It''s really strange."

    No one bothered her today, but she found it hard to doze off.

 Chapter 117

    Outside the outpost, it was snowing inrge kes.

    At the south gate, Yu Hu, dressed in fur, rushed over from the direction of Bett Street in the heavy snow.

    However, after arriving at the outpost, he who originally wanted to find Chu Guang, couldn''t find him anywhere. Instead, he saw a long queue in front of the nursing home.

    As he got closer, he discovered his little sister sitting at a small wooden table with a serious expression on her immature little face.

    She stretched out her little hand, epted silver coins from the people in blue coats standing in line, carefully counted the coins repeatedly, and then tapped a device that looked familiar to him a few times.

    "Total, 41!" Raising her head, she looked at the yer in front of the counter with a sweet smile on her face.

    "Thank you! Please also stay safe when adventuring outside."

    "A¡­. Damn it, Sisi! I need more money. Lend me your money! I want to deposit again!"

    Standing in the back, Sisi covered her face with one hand, shaking her head helplessly while holding the cuff of Tail''s sleeve with the other hand. "That''s enough, Tail, don''t humiliate yourself here. Let''s not block the people behind."

    "Don''t you think she''s cute! You unloving woman!"

    "Yes, yes. Tsk, speaking of which, the bus going to the greenhouse ruins will leave soon, so are you still going?"

    "Of course! Damn it, why do I have to work both during the day and night! I thought this was a casual game? Can''t they let me stay with cute girls for a while longer? !"

    "I''m really sorry for not being cute enough. Anyway, hurry up. It''s more important to level up and make money to buy equipment. Let''s go, if you don''t go, the old bro behind us will get mad."

    Tail, who was still yelling, was then dragged away by Sisi.

    At this time, a big white bear got out from behind and stood sneakily in front of the counter, holding the table nervously.

    Seeing this big bear, Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. However, she was not afraid. Instead, a sweet smile quickly appeared on her face. "Do you want to deposit money?"

    The bear was so fluffy that no one could see her face blushing. She clumsily took out a pouch and dumped the coins in it on the table. "I, I, I, all for you!"

    Seeing the big white bear running away quickly after leaving the money, Xiaoyu said hurriedly, "Ah, wait, wait, your ID."

    "It''s all for you!!"

    In the end, thanks to Little Seven''s help, Xiaoyu was able to find the ID of the big white bear.

    After carefully counting the coins on the table, Xiaoyu registered the number on the VM as Chu Guang taught her to do.

    Yu Hu didn''t understand what his little sister was doing, nor could he understand what the blue-coated people were saying, but he could see that those people didn''t bully his little sister.

    It was just that when the big white bear appeared, it really startled him. If it weren''t for the fact that the people around him didn''t have any reactions, he would have almost pulled out his bow and arrow to shoot it.

    At this time, Chu Guang walked over. Looking at Yu Hu, he said with a smile. "Don''t you want to talk to her?"

    "No need. I''m just taking a look. I don''t want to disturb her work," Yu Hu smiled honestly, scratching the back of his head, "I didn''t expect Xiaoyu to be so capable. I was so worriedst night, for fear that she would give you trouble."

    Chu Guang said with a smile. "How could it be? Your little sister is very smart, and she''s a quick learner. It''s just that we don''t have much time to teach her many things."

    Yu Hu said with a sigh. "My dad, my elder brother and I have to go out hunting often, so we also didn''t have time to teach her anything. My mom has taught her how to make pancakes, but she hasn''t been able to do it well. So I was worriedst night whether she would cause trouble to you. This is why I''m here. On the way, I was still thinking that if she really caused a lot of trouble to you, I would take her back immediately. But now¡­ it seems like letting Xiaoyu stay with you is really much better than staying with us."

    "Don''t say that," Chu Guang shook his head, "You shoulde to see her often. No matter how warm the bed here is, it''s still notparable to staying with family."

    Warm bed?

    Is their rtionship going that fast?

    Yu Hu was stunned for a second before nodding. "You''re right¡­ Then I''ll leave first."

    Chu Guang said politely. "Why in such a hurry to go back? Stay here and have lunch with us before leaving."

    "No need," Xu Hu shook his head repeatedly and waved his hands, "I won''t bother you here, I still need to go huntingter. You can carry on with your business, I''m leaving now."

    Chu Guang no longer insisted and nodded. "Be careful on the road."

    ...

    Coming out of the north gate, Yu Hu was in a great mood. Although it was still snowing, he felt warm inside. It was a feeling that was much morefortable than having had a drink.

    But at this moment, he noticed a caravan full of bricks, with a person standing beside it.

    The man looked a little familiar to him.

    Yu Hu approached and took a closer look, thereupon his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

    "Zhao Rat?!"

    "Yu Hu?!"

    "Wait, aren''t you dead? I even saw your family arranging the funeral for you."

    Yu Hu still didn''t know how to speak tactfully, but Zhao Rat didn''t care about these things. He had so many emotions when meeting someone he knew in a foreign ce.

    "Brother, I almost died! Fortunately, these blue-coated people saved me!"

    Spending about five minutes, Zhao Rat shared his experience over the past month with Yu Hu; from when he was caught by marauders when he was out hunting, toter this group of blue-coated people broke through the stronghold of Bloodhand n and saved him, and then he was ced in a brick factory by the river by those people.

    Although Yu Hu instinctively felt strange that Zhao Rat was caught by marauders, his mind couldn''t understand something tooplicated, so he quickly turned his attention to other ces.

    "...In other words, you are working for Brother Chu and his men now?"

    Zhao Rat was dazed for a moment before saying. "Brother Chu? Do you mean the administrator? Anyway, it''s quitefortable to work here. I have food to eat and a ce to live, and I can even eat meat every day. They also provide firewood and charcoal for heating. Now they even pay me 1 silver coin every day to work for them. My job is to use molds to make bricks, send them into the kiln to be burned, then transport the burned bricks back. It''s quite easy."

    Yu Hu nodded and asked. "Then are you not nning to go back?"

    Upon hearing this, aplicated expression appeared on Zhao Rat''s face.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Go back... Where can I go? There are my parents, my eldest brother and his two children at home. The remaining food is barely enough for them to get through the winter. If I go back, the food at home definitely won''t be enough. I''ll wait until the spring of next year, then... then I''ll decide."

    As Zhao Rat was talking, he suddenly remembered something. After telling Yu Hu to wait for him, he quickly turned around and ran past the gate.

    After a while, he took a small bag of coarse salt, about 200 gram, and stuffed it into Yu Hu''s hands.

    "I bought this using my wages. Please take it back to my mother for me, just say that¡­ I''m fine, and ask them not to worry about me. Tell them that I will go back to visit them next spring. Oh right, Yang Seconddog is also alive and he''s here as well¡­ but he''s working right now. Do you think we should inform his family too?"

    Taking the salt, Yu Hu nodded solemnly. "Don''t worry, I will pass the message for you!"

    Yu Hu returned on the same path.

    However, just as he was passing by the south gate of Wend Park, Yu Hu suddenly noticed that not far from his footprints, there was a series of footprints that did not belong to him.

    The footprints were very shallow, and it looked like it had been there for a while.

    Out of a hunter''s alertness, Yu Hu squatted down and checked the footprints.

    Whose footprint was it? He couldn''t help frowning.

    ¡­

    Bett Street.

    Hurrying through the gate, Wang Biao went straight to Old Charlie''s grocery store.

    "Old Butler!"

    Charlie, who was sitting by the door with his eyes closed, half-opened his eyes. When he saw Wang Biao, he immediately understood what he was here for and stood up from his chair.

    "Talk inside." He said in a low voice and then drew the curtain.

    Wang Biao was visibly excited. Without taking a breath, he gesticted with hands to report what he had seen and heard while following Yu Hu all the way to the old butler.

    Charlie frowned as he listened. "You mean¡­in Linghu Wend Park, there is a survivor''s settlement?"

    Wang Biao nodded immediately. "Yes! There are blue-coated people and refugees who seek shelter from them.... I guess they came from the north. They built fences in the woods, dug ditches, and ced barricades. I can''t see it clearly, but there''s a chimney that keeps emitting smoke."

    "From the north?" Charlie''s frown tightened.

    The north is the territory of Bloodhand n, and there seems to be a mutant human tribe not far away.

    Building settlements there would be no different than asking for trouble.

    Moreover...

    Those marauders are very cruel. They would torture people for fun, so how would they let them pass?

    Wang Biao didn''t care so much, he just shouted excitedly. "Old Butler, that brat from the Yu family broke the rules, let''s arrest him!"

    He had been displeased with the Yu family for a long time.

    Especially the brat Yu Hu who once beat his third younger brother. There was also the dispute about the shed of that outsider. That brat didn''t even leave a door beam for them, and took it all for himself. He even imed that that outsider gave the shed to him, which was really shameless.

    Wang Biao thought he got everything figured out. ording to the rules of Bett Street, people who traded with outside caravans without permission would be regarded as traitors. The lightest punishment for such people would be a fine of one animal skin, and in severe cases, their property would be confiscated and they would be expelled from the settlement.

    It didn''t matter if those people were caravans or not, what Wang Biao cared about was the shed where Yu Hu lived. If he could kick Yu Hu out of that shed, his family would be able to take over the shed of that outsider.

    However, old Charlie was a man of insight, and naturally he couldn''t be as short-sighted as Wang Biao was.

    Blue-coated people...

    He used to be one of them, though that was a long, long time ago.

    After thinking for a long time, Charlie said cautiously. "This is not urgent. Let''s not alert him. I''ll report the situation to the town mayor first before making a decision."

    Why was there a need to report it to the town mayor? Wang Biao was confused.

    They could just confiscate everything straightaway.

    However, the old butler didn''t exin too much to him this time.

    After tossing four white chips to him, Old Charlie kicked him out of the grocery store, locked the door, and hurried toward the center of the town.

    ...

    The town mayor''s family lived in the old castle in the middle of Bett Street.

    This castle was originally built as an entertainment facility, but now it became a symbol of power.

    In the castle lived the ruler of the town, and the servants, guards, and rtives lived in the brick and wooden houses near the castle. Further outside would be dpidated shacks and sheds.

    After asking the guard on duty at the door, Old Charlie was allowed to enter after a simple body search.

    When he stepped into the hall on the first floor, he happened to see two lovely children ying football in the hall on the first floor of the castle.

    The clothes they were wearing were made of deerskin, and so were the balls they were kicking. Their clean faces and carefree smiles were something that the children outside did not have.

    Noticing Charlie at the door, the slightly older boy shook his brown curly hair and picked up the ball on the ground.

    "Charlie? You''re back? Do you want to y football together?"

    "I''m sorry, young master, I''m afraid I can''t y with you¡­ I''m here to see your father."

    The boy said impatiently with a look of disappointment on his face. "Okay, he''s in the study."

    Charlie bowed his head respectfully.

    Led by a servant, he bypassed the children''s yground from the side, came to the elevator, and took the elevator to the top floor.

    As soon as the elevator doors opened, a gust of warm air rushed in.

    In the firece directly opposite, the fire was burning and the wood was crackling.

    "I know the way." Nodding to the servant, Charlie crossed the corridor on the left to a door two people high.

    This was the study room of the town mayor.

    There were rows of bookshelves disyed in the study room, and the bookshelves were filled with novels, poetry collections and some bizarre collectibles picked up by scavengers from outside.

    Sitting in front of the antique wooden table, the town mayor was drinking tea leisurely. The intermittent sound made by the radio on the table was the music yed by his favorite band, the Red-Tailed Warbler.

    There were three major radio stations in Boulder City, one of which could be heard even in the far northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

    Every evening from 6:00 to 7:00, the radio station would repeatedly broadcast the transaction prices of today''smodities. From 7:00 to 10:00, the cultivation experience of Camu Tree and Psychoid Leaves, which were in short supply, would be taught. There would also be some arms dealers and clones trading s in between.

    As for the rest of the time, it was the rey of pre-war pop music, which was also the old town mayor''s favorite show. It would make him forget the bad times for a while.

    Even in the ears of true "pre-war" people, these were old-fashioned pastimes.

    After waiting quietly for the music to finish, Charlie walked over to the desk and lowered his head respectfully.

    "Sir, I have something urgent to report to you."

    The town mayor raised his eyelids and said casually. "What is it?"

    In his view, the urgent matters that Old Charlie could report were nothing more than the troubles those cockroaches in the shacks outside had caused again.

    Those people were like weeds. From time to time, one group would turn up before the gate and seek shelter from him. But he never cared about the life and death of those people.

    Old Charlie continued with his head down. "There is a survivor''s settlement in Linghu Wend Park in the north with a poption of more than 100¡­ maybe even more."

    "Linghu Wend Park? A survivor''s settlement?! How is it possible!" The teacup was put down on the table heavily, the town mayor sat up straight from his chair and stared at Charlie who was standing before the table, "Is the information urate?"

    "Yes." Charlie nodded cautiously and continued respectfully. "Their strength should not be underestimated. Some hunters took their prey directly to them to exchange for salt and meat. It seems that the conditions they offered are more favorable than ours. I''m worried that if this continues, it will harm your interests... I suggest that we should take the initiative to contact the group and adjust the salt price appropriately."

    The town mayor''s face became gloomy. His index finger tapped lightly on the table, as if he was weighing something.

    After a while.

    With a thought in his mind, he opened the drawer and took out an envelope with a bloody handprint on it and a nk letter.

    After picking up the pen and writing a few strokes on it, the mayor stuffed the letter into the envelope and toss it into Charlie''s hand.

    "Find someone who is brave enough and trustworthy, and send this letter to the Bloodhand."

    Charlie was slightly taken aback when he looked at the envelope in his hand. "Sir, you want to..."

    The town mayor said expressionlessly. "This winter will be very cold. If there''s no ident, the Bloodhand''s men wille again next month."

    Thinking of those greedy, ruthless marauders, he gritted his teeth in hatred. However, he had no other choices. Even with all of his guardsbined, they were still not the opponent of those people.

    Charlie hesitated for a moment, then cautiously reminded. "I''m afraid it''s not a good idea. Also, I don''t think the Bloodhand''s people haven''t noticed them..."

    "There is no doubt that this is the best way to do it, or can you think of a better way?" The town mayor waved his hand impatiently and continued, "We don''t have that much surplus in our granary for them. If we can''t give them food, we can only give them people. You should know what happened to those who were taken away by the marauders, right? Think about those broken families. I''m doing this for the good of the people in our town."

    Only a fool would believe that he really cared about the people in the town.

    Picking up the teacup again while looking at the silent old Charlie, the town mayor took a sip of the warm tea and said slowly. "The weather is getting worse. Let''s pray that our neighbor can fill those jackals'' stomachs."

    Charlie bowed his head respectfully. "Yes, sir. I''ll follow your instructions."

    The town mayor nodded with satisfaction. "Go... By the way, when you go back, ask those unruly people to collect more firewood and try to dry it out in the sun a bit longer. The firewood that is notpletely dry will make crackling sounds when being burned. It is very annoying to listen to it."

    Charlie lowered his head, "Yes, sir."

 Chapter 118

    Next day.

    East Bank of Linghu Lake.

    "Ready!" A loud and sharp voice echoed on the edge of the woods.

    "Fire!"

    The fuse was lit.

    Therge iron pipe fixed on the wooden post sted out fire and white smoke. The cannonball turned into a ck shadow, drew a beautiful parab in the air, and smashed heavily into theke hundreds of meters away.

    After waiting for a few seconds, a column of water burst into the sky. The water sshes scattered and fell, and the muffled sound echoed across theke like waves of spring thunder.

    "What the fuck!"

    "Who the hell is firing cannons there!"

    "Damn you! Mosquito!"

    "You scared all my fish away!"

    On the shore of theke, the fishing yers who had been bragging and chatting with each other brandished their fishing rods and shouted for a while, but Mosquito who was very excited at the moment could not hear them.

    Since the production problem of nitric acid and sulfuric acid was solved, his small workshop was now able to produce a small amount of nitroglycerin, and by adding a little vegetable fiber, he could even produce nitrocellulose, which could be dissolved and gtinized using a mixed solution of ethanol and diethyl ether to make very effective gtinous gunpowder.

    Although the drying process to solidify the particles had not been unlocked, it was much stronger than the original ck powder!

    The power of this shot was at least 30 kilograms, or might even be equivalent to 50 kilograms of ck powder!

    "Hahahahaha, Nice! I finally seeded!"

    Mosquito threw his fist excitedly, but the fist hit the tree trunk. Although it didn''t hurt, he almost broke his hand.

    It was a pity that there was too little sugar in the warehouse. It wasn''t even enough to eat. Otherwise, he would be able to make more awesome stuff with sugar and potash.

    Not satisfied with just one shot, Mosquito used tongs to take out the hot cartridge case, loaded another round into it, and then turned it back to the previous angle before lighting the fuse.

    Another loud bang immediately rang out.

    This time the shell flew almost 100 meters further than thest time.

    The sound of the explosion once again echoed across theke.

    The nomads who wereing to fetch water from the shore of theke were all frightened by the thunderous sound, standing there looking at the water column shooting up to the sky from theke.

    "What, what is that?"

    "Big guns?!"

    "It, it should be called cannons... I have seen those cannons in thoserger survivor strongholds, and they used those cannons to deal withrge mutants."

    "The power of this thing is really fierce. No wonder they can hunt Cracklew Crab!"

    Different from the shocked and amazed nomads, the fishing yers finally couldn''t hold back their anger this time, and they all went to look for Mosquito from theke with fishing rods.

    "Where the fuck are you, Mosquito!"

    "Can you go to other ces with your cannons?!"

    "You scared my fish away!"

    "That''s right! The fish in this game is already very hard to catch. But now it''s even more difficult to catch them!"

    Seeing that the fishing yers led by [Quit_your_bullshit] came towards him aggressively, Mosquito hurriedly pushed his little cannon cart and ran away in a hurry.

    ...

    Meanwhile¡­

    A department store not far from the south of the abandoned tire factory.

    Five yers were in the underground parking lot on the B2 floor, fighting fiercely with the mutants lingered there.

    The radioactive source was behind the door next to the freight elevator in the B1 area of the underground parking lot. They had already farmed this dungeon many times, so they knew where it was clearly.

    After several times of kiting, pulling aggro, charging and focusing fire, Bull and Horse Squad gradually cleared the Crunchers lured out by Irene, and sessfully used the trapsid in advance to trap the Dungeon Boss ¨C creeper inside.

    Working with his teammates, Ample Time drew the Daybreaker and prated the creeper''s skull with a fully-charged shot, sessfully killing it.

    Night Ten, who was leaning against the concrete pir, let out a long sigh of relief. He threw away the hatchet that had been damaged in his hand, raised his arm to wipe off the sweat, and cursed. "Whew! We finally cleared it! The dungeon in this game shouldn''t spawn any more monsters after it''s cleared, right? I don''t want to see another grouping out all of sudden."

    Old White and Gale red at him together.

    "Don''t jinx it!"

    "Shut your mouth."

    Night Ten drew his neck and closed his mouth.

    "It shouldn''t be able to spawn any more monsters. If it continues to spawn, I''m afraid we''ll go bankrupt soon." Ample Time walked near the creeper and pulled out the arrow stuck in its forehead. After ncing at it, he threw the arrow away.

    Obviously it could no longer be used.

    "Are you sure there won''t be any other monsters down there?" With his right hand holding the wall, Irene walked out from the side with his lips twitching.

    Night Ten smirked at him: "Brother, don''t be afraid, it''s cleared now."

    Gale gave a thumbs up: "We''ll wait for your good news."

    Irene: "What the hell! Are you all not afraid?"

    Old White responded as if it was a matter of course: "There''s nothing to be afraid of, it''s not a horror game after all."

    Irene: "..."

    That made sense.

    So much so that he didn''t even know how to respond.

    After dawdling at the door for a while, Irene finally got in with a crowbar and explosives to break the door.

    It was a corridor that was neither wide nor narrow. It was probably a ce like a spare warehouse before the war.

    The rancid smell was so strong that it was almost suffocating. The floor was full of bodily fluids excreted by Crunchers and creepers, and an unknown fungus was growing in the corners.

    In this terrible environment, even the mutant cockroaches would probably shy away.

    Although thest creeper had already been lured out and killed by him, Irene was still very nervous.

    The atmosphere here was so creepy.

    He couldn''t help remembering several horror games he had yed.

    Is this really a joy-oriented game that focuses on leisure and recreational activities? !

    Like hell I would believe it!

    Fortunately, what he feared did not happen.

    With the light from the VM and the scanned map, Irene walked to the end of the passage smoothly.

    There was a rusty alloy door at the end of the passage, and a corpse in a chemical protective suit lying down at the door, but the corpse had been reduced to just bones.

    There was no bite or tear on the protective suit. It seemed that the person should have died before Crunchers upied the ce. It was at least a few decades earlier.

    "The radiation index is getting higher and higher... It seems like the radioactive source is behind this door."

    The guy lying on the ground should be the owner of this small shelter. In the backpack thrown aside, it was stuffed with some cans, puffed food packaging bags, as well as mushrooms and rotting remains that were beyond recognition. These should be the supplies this person searched from outside.

    But no one knew why, he died at the door of his house.

    "Brother, forgive me."

    Although reluctant in his heart, Irene still bit the bullet and took the fairlyplete protective suit off the skeleton and put it on himself.

    The air filtration system was broken.

    But it didn''t matter.

    He only needed to block some gamma rays, and then the resistance and recovery bonuses provided by the constitution attribute should be able to handle the rest, so it shouldn''t be a big problem!

    After installing the explosives at the door and lighting the fuse, Irene quickly ran towards the exit of the passage.

    "Boom!"

    The smoke from the explosion filled the entire passage in an instant. After waiting for the smoke to dissipate a little, Irene returned to the door again.

    The alloy gate remained motionless, but the concrete wall beside it was destroyed, exposing the steel structure inside.

    "My goodness¡­ It''s so sturdy."

    After a lot of work, Irene finally cleaned up the concrete debris from the broken wall with the crowbar in his hand. Then he slid the crowbar in with his arm and opened the bolt locks one by one.

    Fortunately, there were no more protective structures.

    Apanied by the creaking sound, the thick alloy door panel finally opened, letting out the murky air wrapped in a fetid smell.

    Stepping into the room, Irene held his breath, turned off the faintly glowing VM screen, and lit thentern he brought with him.

    The mes flickered for a few seconds before it became stable. Then it gradually illuminated the nearby space.

    There were many indications that this was indeed a small shelter.

    At least it used to be.

    The area of the shelter was notrge. It could even be said to be quite pocket-sizedpared to the Shelter 404.

    However, unlike therger shelters with official backgrounds like Shelter 404, this small shelter was fairlypact.

    Not to mention the kind of buffer room with two air locks and pressurization functions, there was not even an entryway here.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Behind the open alloy door, there were rows of shelves covered with moss.

    Walking into the shelter with themp in hand, Irene carefully observed these shelves and found that above the sswares disyed on the shelves, there were long strips of lights connected to them.

    "Could it be... soilless cultivation?"

    This should be a nting area, probably used to produce crops such as vegetables and staple food, as well as to improve the air quality in the shelter.

    But after so many years, the water in the culture tank had long been dry, leaving only ayer of dead moss and a few pieces of dry and curled nt fibers.

    Irene couldn''t even see what had been nted here before.

    Checking the radiation index on the VM, Irene carried themp and continued forward.

    Behind the nting area, there were rows of real shelves.

    It was the things disyed on these shelves that made him widen his eyes.

    Copper ingots, steel ingots, aluminum ingots, lead... and arge number of metals that could not be urately identified by his scavenging experience were neatly ced on them.

    In addition, there were arge number of non-metallic materials such as ss fiber, graphite powder, rubber products, hydraulic oil, lubricants, adhesives, etc.

    There were even some liquid or powdered chemicals of unknownposition!

    And these materials, unlike the garbage scattered in the ruins, may have been treated with anti-oxidation. They were well preserved, or at least they seemed to be usable.

    In addition to these materials for making equipment, Irene also found some unfinished tools and parts on thest row of shelves, as well as five yellow gold ingots and ten silver ingots!

    When he saw this, his eyes almost popped out.

    "Holy shit..." He couldn''t help blurt out.

    I''m rich!

    It could be seen that the owner of this shelter should be a rich person in the past, and it was very likely that he was the owner of this department store, or at least a major shareholder!

    And this guy''s sense of crisis and hands-on ability were exceptionally strong.

    Immediately behind the shelves was a DIY workbench.

    In addition to basic tools like screwdrivers and wrenches, it was also connected to guide rails, guide tes, mold bnce devices, and hydraulic overload devices. Various interchangeable tools and processing modules were also hanging next to the workbench.

    The entire workbench hardly used high-precision electronic technology, so even if it encountered EMP, its function would not be affected in any way.

    And it was not difficult to maintain it at all!

    Even in case of a power outage, one could use manual cranking to rece the electric motor and drive some of the processing modules on the workbench!

    Compared with those high-precision tools that would stop working after leaving the modern society, these "primitive tools" that were durable and had a long shelf life could bring people a sense of security.

    Seeing this, Irene had a feeling that this workbench was much better than the workbench of the weapon shop proprietress!

    "I''m rich! I''m rich!... Oh right, I need to get to work first."

    Without staying for too long, Irene, who was looking for the radioactive source, continued forward and passed the door behind the workbench.

    Behind the door should be the living area.

    ording to the rising radiation index on the VM, the radioactive source should be inside.

    Stepping into the living area cautiously, Irene saw the dormant pod facing the door and leaning against the wall at a nce.

    The hatch of the dormant pod was open, and it looked like it was broken for a long time.

    Judging from the open hatch and scattered parts and tools nearby, someone must have attempted to repair it but failed, likely leading to a severe electrical ident. This ultimately caused a power outage in the shelter, stopped the venttion system, and potentially suffocated the people inside.

    Irene found a single bed next to it, with two skeletons lying t on the sheet.

    Judging by the shape and size of the bones, both should be adult females, but their exact ages were unknown.

    Combining the body found at the door and the only dormant pod in the room, Irene came up with at least four possibilities in his mind on the question of "who is the owner of the shelter".

    However, it didn''t matter which one it was.

    For a yer who was eager to clear the dungeon, the story of the dead didn''t matter at all.

    After some careful searching, Irene soon found the radioactive source that made his VM beep in a generator-like facility.

    It was a jet-ck cylinder inserted into a circr groove.

    ording to the story background of Wastnd Online, this thing was probably some kind of civilian fusion battery?

    Or, the "fuel rod" for cold fusion generators?

    Regardless of what it was, it was clearly broken, leaving only the damaged shell and radioactive residue that had nowhere to go.

    In fact, strictly speaking, nuclear fusion should be clean, because the product was helium.

    However, being clean here didn''t mean it was harmless. It was just that the nuclear waste produced by controlled fusion was not that difficult to deal withpared to those nuclear wastes produced by nuclear fission.

    After all, any material that was irradiated with high-energy neutron rays for a long period of time had the potential to develop "induced radioactivity." It was just that the radiation dose of this kind of nuclear waste would be much smaller, and the harm would usuallyst for "a few hundred years", which may be gone in a few centuries.

    To put it more bluntly, as long as one didn''t directly grab the "damaged nuclear battery" in their hand, there would be no major problems under normal circumstances.

    In this regard, Wastnd Online was rtively realistic.

    Just like now.

    Irene had only been holding the battery in his hand for a while, but he felt like he was dying...

    "I''m not joking, I think I can still be saved."

    Taking the radioactive source out, throwing it away, and then going back to the Bull and Horse Squads, Irene, whose nose was bleeding nonstop, said with a serious face.

    Gale nced at him and shook his head. "May you rest l in peace, brother."

    Only in the game would he still be able to stand up and talk like it was not a big deal when the blooding out of his nose was like running tap water.

    In reality, he would''ve been lying on the ground unconscious already.

    "Did you hear it? He is a physics teacher IRL, so you should listen to him," Night Ten patted his shoulder with a smile and winked, "Stop struggling, brother, go back and finish yourself off while you can still walk. We will collect the loots in the dungeon for you. Don''t worry, we won''t forget your share!"

    Irene pulled a long face. "I just wanted to ask, can recycling corpses reduce the resurrection CD?"

    Ample Time also said with a smile. "How is it possible? Haven''t you read the information on the official website? The resurrection CD is not a death penalty. But you are lucky, at least your VM is not broken. Otherwise, you''ll have to buy it again. By the way, if you are worried about not being able to make it to the base, you can leave the VM with us, lest you will die halfway, and lose both the corpse and VM. If that happens, then you will be in big trouble."

    Irene: "What the hell! So you guys are not caring about me, but the VM! Can there not be a little bit of warmth in this cold world?"

    Night Ten rolled his eyes. "We are just worried that you will need to pay for the VM again. If this is not caring, then what is it?"

    "Okay, stop talking," Old White coughed and interrupted Night Ten. He then looked at Irene andforted, "We can give you 5% more of the ie from the dungeon loots, which should be able topensate for your losses for the next three days. Next time, if there is an opportunity for cooperation, we will team up with you again, what do you think?"

    5% was already a lot. After all this dungeon was discovered by Bull and Horse Squad, and the damage output was basically done by them as well. They had consumed quite a lot of ammunition and supplies as well.

    As a passerby who got invited into the team halfway through, Irene''s share in the agreement was originally only 10%, so this extra 5% was already quite generous.

    Old White''s words finally made Irene feel that there was still a little warmth left in this cold world.

    With a sad face and a bleeding nose, Irene took off his VM and handed it to Old White solemnly.

    "Please tell Xiaoyu that-"

    Halfway through the sentence, he copsed on the ground with a thud.

    Night Ten couldn''t hold back andughed out loudly.

    Gale turned his head sideways, shoulders shaking.

    Looking at the pool of blood on his sleeve, Old White finally sighed with his lips twitching. "I''ll get him into the wagon first. Let''s drag him back togetherter."...................................................................................................................................

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 Chapter 119

    On the way back from the abandoned department store, the four members of Bull and Horse Squad were so ecstatic that they even felt the wind blowing on their faces was sweet.

    The sun was setting in the west.

    When Ample Time and his party dragged a wagon full of supplies and appeared at the north gate of the outpost, almost all the yers'' eyes widened in shock.

    "What the hell?!"

    "Bro!!!"

    "Are you guys cheating???"

    "Devs, I''m begging you! You guys really need to nerf them! If you don''t nerf them, the bnce of this game will bepletely broken!"

    A wagon full of loot!

    And it was all good stuff that was visible to the naked eye!

    This was too ridiculous!

    The two siblings, Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves, who were sitting behind their stall, were attracted by the yers'' noises and looked over. Especially the younger sister. She craned her neck forward curiously, trying to see what was inside the wagon.

    But just as she was about to stand up, her older sister reached out and pulled her back.

    Autumn Weed shook her head and stroked her younger sister''s head. "Don''t peek, it''s not polite."

    Autumn Leaves pouted in grievance and lowered her head. "Okay."

    However, she was still curious.

    Although she couldn''t understand what these blue-coated people were talking about, and she couldn''t see what was on the wagon, she could tell that those people were very excited.

    Could it be...

    A baby was born?

    The yers were extremely envious, and kept shouting that it was unreasonable. Many people even shouted together, hoping to get the Devs'' attention.

    Hearing someone calling for Devs'' intervention, Night Ten couldn''t stay calm anymore. With Light''s character, this guy must be observing them secretly! So he would definitely hear it.

    Without hesitation, he immediately shouted back. "Nerf my ass! Do you know how hard it was for me to clear the dungeon? Two creepers! One in front and one behind! There were hundreds of Crunchers! Do you know how I wiped them out? I even broke two fucking des already!"

    Seeing that Night Ten was bragging about his achievement again, Ample Time couldn''t help covering his forehead.

    Old White on the other hand didn''t talk nonsense. He just directly grabbed Night Ten''s cor, and took him away like picking up a little chick.

    "What the fuck! Put me down, I haven''t finished yet!"

    "Just shut up, can you!"

    "Yeah! Shut up!"

    Gale and Ample Time pulled a wagon full of loot together, went through the north gate and headed towards the NPC''s warehouse.

    If these newbies knew that this wagon full of loot was just the tip of the iceberg in the dungeon, who knew how they would feel.

    As for how much this batch of materials in the wagon would be worth?

    It couldn''t be summarised in just one sentence.

    These materials were worth so much that the warehouse manager had to seek help from his superior. However, his superior, Old Luca, was equally at a loss for what to do when facing the materials in the wagon and could only report to his superior, the administrator.

    "...Sir, I really don''t know how to set the prices for those materials. I can only trouble you to make decisions." Standing in front of Chu Guang nervously, Luca lowered his head as if he had made a mistake.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Without answering him, Chu Guang walked straight to the wagon and nced inside, his brows suddenly twitched.

    Holy shit!

    Those yers hit the jackpot!

    Looking back at the four excited little yers, Chu Guang nodded approvingly. "Your performance exceeded my expectations... To be honest, I didn''t expect you to bring back so many things."

    Seeing the expression on the administrator''s face, the four little yers were even more excited.

    We''re getting rich! We''re getting rich!!!

    Ample Time stood upright and said respectfully. "Respected administrator, it is my honor to be able to contribute to the great cause of rebuilding civilization!"

    Night Ten also echoed. "That''s right! It''s our honor!"

    "I''m d that you can think so, but meting out the proper reward and punishment is also an important segment for rebuilding civilization. The rewards that should be given to you, I will calcte them clearly," Chu Guang nced at the wagon and continued, "It will take some time to count these materials. I will give you an appropriate amount, including the settlement of other resources you found in the dungeon before midnight¡­."

    Chu Guang had used a drone to observe their gamey before. He had also collected their chat recordings stored in their VMs, so he knew clearly what they were doing there.

    The four yers did not harbor the slightest suspicion about how the administrator knew about it. After all, was it strange that an NPC knew the whereabouts of the yers?

    Not strange at all!

    After all, the administrator could even kick people out of the game.

    However, when they heard the administrator use the word "Dungeon" to refer to the shelter they found below the department store, all four of them showed excited expressions on their faces.

    Dungeon!

    Sure enough, the one they cleared was a hidden dungeon!

    Although the dungeon in this game could only be raided once...

    "We are not in a hurry. You can take your time." Ample Time said respectfully.

    After leaving the wagon beside the warehouse, Ample Time and his party carried Irene to the morgue, then took the elevator back to the shelter, ready log out of the game.

    Chu Guang left the task of counting the loot to Little Seven, and then instructed Luca to issue a mission to recruit some strength type and constitution type yers to drag back the supplies under the department store.

    "...The map has been updated in your VM. If you can''t find the way, turn on automatic pathfinding."

    "Remember, when you get to the ce, take everything you can take away and bring them back to me!"

    "Don''t even leave a screw behind!"

    After exining the requirement, Chu Guang stood on the elevator and returned to the shelter. He turned on theputer and started editing the Alpha 0.61 update announcement.

    That''s right, the version number was not 0.7, but 0.61.

    This update was only a supplement to version 0.6.

    As for why the sudden update?

    In fact, it was not entirely because of the dungeon "reward settlement" issue of the Bull and Horse Squad. Arge part of the reason was that there was a problem with the Mole''s team.

    Let''s talk about Bull and Horse Squad first.

    It could be said that the battle in the abandoned department store was very sessful.

    The yers could wipe out the mutants in the underground garage ande back with a wagon full of materials without needing Chu Guang to worry about anything.

    And these materials were very high-quality industrial raw materials!

    Especially those high-quality metal materials such as chromium ingots, tungsten ingots, etc. There were at least hundreds of kilograms of them in the wagon. At present, if Chu Guang wanted to get these materials, he would have to import them from Red River Town, but the price of importing those materials would not be cheap.

    As for precious metals such as gold and silver, they were conductors with excellent performance, and they were essential for making precision instruments.

    Not to mention those non-metallic consumables and chemicals, they were all valuable things.

    But the crux of the question was, how to calcte the reward?

    If those materials were sold to the NPC warehouse, his yers would definitely suffer a huge loss. Many of those materials had no corresponding orders at all, and could only be recycled as garbage.

    To maximize the profit, he could only drag them to the market at the north gate and sell them slowly. But in this way, he may not be able to sell all of them until next month.

    After all, there weren''t that many Life Profession yers who could use these materials.

    The most optimal solution was to directly price them and buy out all of the materials dropped by the dungeon in the form of reward settlement.

    It was equivalent to bulkmodity wholesale.

    This was actually not that difficult to do. Anyway, for Chu Guang, distributing money to yers was just to move silver coins from one pocket to another.

    Now that he had a banking system, even the step of moving money from one pocket to another was removed.

    So the reward settlement was just a minor issue.

    What the Alpha 0.61 version really needed to solve was the imbnce of the dungeon gamey and the problems with the distribution mechanism!

    This problem did not appear on the Bull and Horse Squad side, but on the "greenhouse ruins" which was currently being raided by Brother Mole, and it was actually a bit serious.

    The dungeon of Wastnd Online was different from that of the traditional MMORPG, and strictly speaking, it could not even be regarded as a "dungeon".

    First of all, the dungeon of Wastnd Online would not refresh after it was cleared.

    Secondly, the number of the monsters in the dungeon and the difficulty of the dungeon would not increase with the progress of the raid, but in many cases would decrease with the progress of the raid.

    This may be in line with the logic of reality, but not the logic of games.

    After all, orthodox RPG games would give yers time to level up, and put the most difficult boss at the end of the dungeon.

    However, in Wastnd Online, the most difficult level was probably the first line of defense. After breaking the first line of defense, the rest would mainly be harvesting.

    This mechanism determined that whoever raided dungeons first would suffer the greatest losses and receive the least benefits. They might even lose their lives and all their equipment without getting anything in return.

    Obviously, Brother Ample Time knew about this in advance. So after discovering the good things in the dungeon, he didn''t announce it on the forum at all. He simply didn''t want other yers to take advantage of this ¡®glitch'' and profit off other people''s hard work.

    He didn''t go to the forum to recruit a passer-by of the constitution sequence until he realised that he couldn''t clear it alone with his team anymore. When discussing the specifics, he also chatted with others privately. So even until the dungeon was cleared, not many yers knew that there was this dungeon.

    This was a dungeon that was raided by them from the beginning to the end, and naturally there would be no problem of uneven distribution of ie, or the problem of being taken advantage of by other yers.

    But when it came to the "greenhouse ruins", it was apletely different situation.

    Since the dungeon was discovered to the present, the number of yers in the dungeon had quadrupled, and it had almost be a battle involved a hundred yers!

    If Chu Guang hadn''t seen it through the drone and the VM map, he definitely wouldn''t believe that the first floor of the greenhouse, which was originally not spacious, could actually fit nearly 50 yers!

    And the worst thing was that, the yers who cameter were almost not interested in helping at all. Most of the time, they would just pick up two cocoons of Devil Moth in the back and then run away as fast as they could.

    Having their hard work stolen from them, how would those yers who came first have no opinions?

    ording to the posts on the forum, Chu Guang gradually realized that the current dungeon gamey mechanism had serious "bugs".

    Under the current gamey mechanism, first of all, the value of intelligence cannot be reflected, and secondly, the yers who explored the wastnd would suffer huge losses. Only those sneaky yers would benefit from the current mechanism the most.

    Was this reasonable?

    Not reasonable at all!

    If they were still doing this in the closed beta stage, who would be foolish enough to share their walkthroughs?

    As the embodiment of justice, Chu Guang certainly wouldn''t sit idly by.

    Fairness was the second principle after the server environment. Since there were bugs in the existing gamey mechanism, it must be adjusted!

    [Alpha 0.61 version update: dungeon rule adjustment! ]

    After typing the title, Chu Guang continued typing the contents.

    First, it was to define the dungeon in the game.

    All special facilities, including mutant nests, hidden resource points, and shelter ruins, as long as their search values were greater than 100 silver coins and had a certain threat level, they would be marked on the map in the form of "dungeons".

    The ie of small dungeons would be settled immediately after it was cleared. Large dungeons may be divided into multiple smaller dungeons, and the ie would be settled in stages ording to the progress of the raid.

    In principle, to enter a dungeon, yers must first obtain the "exploration right".

    A yer could only have the right to explore one dungeon at a time, and one dungeon could be authorized for only one yer.

    The authorized yers could organize their own teams and enter the dungeon to explore. If other yers illegally broke into the dungeon that had been authorized for other yers to explore, it would be regarded as a vition of the right to explore. Depending on specific situations, a fine maybe be imposed, andpensation would be provided to the infringed yer.

    Based on the time in VMs, the first finder of the dungeon would automatically obtain the priority exploration right of the dungeon after the information was uploaded and confirmed.

    "One dungeon doesn''t need so many yers to raid, and all of them squeezing into one dungeon is inefficient and easy to cause trouble. It is better to spread them out and explore more dungeons."

    "In this way, it will protect the rights and interests of the discoverers of ''high-value resource points'' and also encourage yers to explore more shelters."

    "Mhm, not just limiting the number of authorizations, I should also limit the time... to prevent people from hijacking the dungeons without doing anything."

    Chu Guang continued to type.

    Depending on the type of dungeons, the grant period for priority exploration rights would be between 3 and 7 days!

    During this period, the finder of the dungeon and his teammates would have priority to explore the dungeon, or they could transfer the priority exploration right to other yers through transactions.

    However, it should be noted that the transfer would not trigger the exploration time to rest. In other words, the transferee would only get the remaining time of the permission.

    If, unfortunately, the yer still failed to clear the dungeon until the expiration of the priority exploration right period, the priority exploration right would be removed.

    At the same time, the outpost would re-evaluate the difficulty of the dungeon based on the existing information, set a guaranteed clearance reward, and then openly auction the exploration rights of the dungeon.

    50% of the proceeds from the auction would be used topensate the yers who lost their priority to explore, and the other 50% would go to the outpost.

    This could also be regarded aspensation for the yer discovered the dungeon.

    After all, every bullet fired cost money, and it would be too pitiful if those yers who lost the right to explore had nopensation at all.

    Of course, the yer who lost the priority to explore could also participate in the auction, if they felt it was worth continuing to pay for the dungeon.

    After the dungeon was cleared, the outpost would evaluate the dungeon revenue ording to the specific situation and give a reasonable estimate.

    yers could decide by themselves whether to settle the dungeon revenue with the preset guaranteed reward or ording to the evaluation price given by the NPC.

    If not selected, the bigger value of the two would be set by default.

    At the same time, after the dungeon was cleared, the right to explore would be automatically invalidated.

    yers could continue to look for the next dungeon as the target of the raid, and the outpost would also re-n the plots, areas, and facilities that had been cleared.

    yers could make reasonable suggestions.

    But whether to adopt it would depend on the judgment of the relevant NPC.

    As for the dungeons explored before version 0.61, the priority exploration rights were removed by default, and directly entered the auction process to re-dispose of the exploration rights.

    ording to the rule of whoever found the dungeon first would get the first priority, [Sideline_cking] who marked the dungeon entry through the VM, and sessfully brought the map data back to upload to the shelter would be the biggest winner of this version update.

    Although he lost the right of priority exploration, ording to the auction rules, he would receive 50% of the auction revenue of the exploration right aspensation.

    As for whether he wanted to split the share with [Makka_Pakka] who died with him, that would a matter between the two of them.

    ...

    When Chu Guang uploaded the announcement of the Alpha 0.61 update to the official website, the real world happened to be 6:30 in the morning.

    This was the busiest time of the day on the official website.

    There were no surprises.

    Almost as soon as the announcement of the 0.61 version update appeared on the homepage of the official website, the forum immediately exploded with discussions.

    Tail: "Firstment! (£à?¡ä)¦·"

    Little_book_worm: "!!! Breaking news! This time the version number is 0.61!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "The devs have finally noticed the problem of the dungeon''s gamey mechanism. If they don''t improve it, I really don''t know how to clear a dungeon with my team anymore! T . T"

    Rich_elves_king: "I feel really sorry for Old Brother Mole. He is almost driven crazy by the neers who steal the loot from him. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Roshan: "Wait, does this announcement mean that in the future, one dungeon can only be raided by one team at a time?"

    Tail: "What?! That means I can''t steal from them anymore?!!!!¡Æ(?§¥?¥Î)¥Î"

    Sisi: "Tail, please stop, please don''t be so shameless."

    Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "Damn, one dungeon is bound to only one person? Will the server be able to handle it when there are more people in the future?"

    Quit_your_bullshit: "I don''t think it''s reasonable! Why does it have to be auctioned! Mosquitoes will definitely join the auction and mess around to drive up the price!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Fuck you! Am I that kind of person? And even if I join the auction, I''ll bid it seriously, okay?"

    Quit_your_bullshit: "Why the fuck do you need it? Have you ever gone to the frontline?!"

    WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Who said I haven''t? Although I didn''t go to the frontline personally, my equipment did!"

    Quit_your_bullshit: "Bullshit! You killed more fish than monsters!"

    Teng_teng: "Now, now. Everyone please calm down. Speaking of which, when will my textile machine be ready? Any updates?"

    I_have_to_go_to_the_bathroom: "Teng Teng don''t worry! It will be ready soon. There are still a few parts left! We already got the workbench, and the rubber for the pistons is also avable. I promise that I''llplete it within three days!"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "By the way, who knows how much Brother Ample Time made from this dungeon? Why didn''t I see theming out to show off?"

    Irene: " ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) "

    Night Ten: "( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Old White: "¡­Speaking of which, when will the auction of the right to explore the dungeon of the ''Greenhouse Ruins'' start? (Side nce)"

    Gale: "Exciting. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    The_Escaping_Mole: "Wait!! Don''t tell me you guys are going to participate in the auction too? (Horrified)"

    Ample Time: "Ahem, Brother Mole... I''m sorry."

    The_Escaping_Mole: "BRO!!! Give me a chance, man! What the fuck, I almost cleared it! ¡Æ(¤Ã¡ã§¥¡ã;)¤Ã"

    Ample Time: "I''ll definitely give you next time!"...................................................................................................................................

 Chapter 120

    Just when the hot topic of the discussions on the official website forum changed from "Alpha 0.61 version" to "How many silver coins did Bull and Horse Squad earn?", a sneaky figure crossed the street covered with ice and snow and arrived near the abandoned tire factory at dusk.

    Looking at the camp gate not far away, Wang Biao swallowed with an envelope in his arms, an ominous premonition gradually rising in his heart. "...Why is this gate open?"

    Not to mention that the gate was open, it was so ck that it looked as if it had been burned by fire.

    Moreover, there were no guards on the fence.

    What surprised Wang Biao the most was that he hade all the way here, but he didn''t encounter a single patrolman.

    Swallowing again, Wang Biao patted the snow off his cor. With a pair of trembling hands, he pulled a letter from his arms and held it high above his head. As if surrendering, he stepped out from the shadow of the wall and walked towards the gate.

    "I, I''m from Bett Street! I''m here to deliver a letter for our town mayor!"

    To be honest, Wang Biao was very reluctant to take the job.

    After all, those people were extremely ruthless and cruel.

    If Old Charlie hadn''t repeatedly stressed that the marauders would not harm him after reading the letter, and promised him a reward of 5 chips, he would never have taken on this dangerous job.

    After all, the probability of him getting killed by those marauders was very high!

    Every time he took a step forward, Wang Biao felt his heart stop for half a beat.

    When he finally reached the gate, and just as he was about to crane his neck into the half-closed gate to take a look, two antennae suddenly came out from the crack of the gate, almost hitting his nose.

    "Fuck!"

    Mutated cockroaches!

    Looking at the cockroach, about the size of a dog, sticking its head out from the crack of the gate, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was so frightened that his soul almost flew away from his body.

    The letter was thrown aside by him in a panic, and he almost reflexively pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed at it.

    The mutant cockroaches on the wastnd were not scary. As long as people didn''t enter the cockroach nest or were not surrounded by arge group of them, even the weakest survivors could easily kill a few.

    Killing it in two smashes!

    Internal organs were all sshed out!

    Looking at the cockroaches that fell to the ground and died, Wang Biao crouched down nervously and picked up the letter that had fallen to the ground in a panic, for fear that the letter would get wet by the snow.

    Then he shouted into the gate.

    "Any, anyone?"

    No response.

    Wang Biao''s Adam''s apple moved, he forcibly endured the apprehension and fear in his heart, and carefully passed through the charred gate.

    Sure enough, the camp was empty.

    The marauders who were supposed to be stationed here seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

    Only the remains of the severed limbs stuck on the wooden stakes and the blood smeared on the walls, indicating that they once existed.

    "Shit..."

    Did these marauders get eaten by cockroaches? !

    Wang Biao was slightly taken aback, but what he felt more was joy.

    After all, none of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City didn''t hate and fear the marauders of Bloodhand n.

    Not daring to stay here for one more second, Wang Biao ran away after confirming that there was no one inside.

    After running all the way back braving the wind and snow, he finally rushed back to Bett Street a few kilometers away before it waspletely dark, and stood in front of old Charlie with his hands on his knees panting.

    Looking at the letter Wang Biao clenched in his fist, Old Charlie furrowed his brow.

    Before he could ask, Wang Biao, who was out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly. "Bloodhand! Those marauders from the tire factory! They''re gone!"

    "What did you say?!" Charlie was taken aback. He quickly nced around, and after seeing that there was no one around, he immediately pulled the foolish idiot into the house.

    After closing the curtain, Charlie red at Wang Biao and asked in a serious voice, "Say it clearly. What do you mean by they''re gone?"

    "The camp! The whole camp is empty! There is no one there!" Breathing heavily, Wang Biao was both excited and surprised. "I went in and took a careful look, there was no one at all... Those marauders, it''s like they all disappeared!"

    After listening to Wang Biao''s words, Charlie had an intriguing expression on his face.

    Those marauders wouldn''t disappear out of thin air.

    And there was no reason for Bloodhand n to suddenly move their camp as well.

    But if what Wang Biao told him was true, the assumptions in Charlie''s mind all made sense.

    Charlie pondered for a moment.

    Counting out five dirty chips from the drawer, he weighted them in his hand, and suddenly, as if he had made some kind of decision, he gently ced the chips on the table.

    "Leave the letter from the town mayor here, and treat it as if you have delivered it. These chips are the rewards that he promised you, so keep them."

    "Thank you, old butler!"

    Putting down the letter in his hand, Wang Biao happily grabbed the chips on the table with his hands without thinking too much.

    5 chips!

    He could buy a lot of good stuff with it!

    After taking a nce at him, Charlie quietly folded the letter on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and said in a rxed tone. "Don''t say anything about Bloodhand n to anyone, do you understand?"

    Hearing this, Wang Biao was dazed for a moment before asking cautiously. "...hmm, old butler, I''m a bit dumb, can you exin it a bit more clearly?"

    He didn''t understand why the old butler''s expression was so serious.

    The marauders were gone...

    Wasn''t it a good thing?

    He couldn''t wait to take the good news home and share it with his family.

    But then again, why did the Mr. Town Mayor write to the marauders?

    He hadn''t thought about this issue before, and now he just started to wonder what was written in that letter.

    Looking at this dumb guy, Charlie sighed and exined patiently.

    "I''ve told you to keep your mouth shut."

    "You have already received the payment for delivering the letter. If you let the town mayor know that the people from Bloodhand n are gone, and the letter has not been delivered, do you know what the consequences will be?"

    Does this kind of thing need to be emphasized?

    He was seriously defeated by this guy.

    This time Wang Biao finally understood it. His heart trembled when he came back to his senses, and he nodded in agreement hurriedly.

    "I, I''m sorry. I''ll definitely not tell anyone about Bloodhand n, I won''t say a word! But, but... what if the town mayor finds out about it himself?"

    He was excited when he first got the chips. But now the chips in his hands were like hot potatoes.

    As the old butler said.

    He didn''t deliver the letter at all.

    If the town mayor knew that he had fooled him, the town mayor would definitely skin him and feed him to the mice at the gate.

    "Anything can happen in winter," Old Charlie said nonchntly, "you just need to do as I say, then you''ll be fine."

    Although still confused, Wang Biao nodded stiffly. "Okay... I''ll listen to you!"

    It wasn''t out of trust in the old butler, but because he didn''t want to give back the chips in his hand.

    It was just that this way, he could only keep the news about the disappearance of the Bloodhand n in his stomach for the time being.

    "You''d better be. Okay, there''s nothing else now, you can go." Old Charlie waved his hand, indicating that Wang Biao could leave.

    Wang Biao walked to the door with the chips. But just as he was about to pull the curtain and go out, he suddenly remembered something and stopped hesitantly.

    Old Charlie nced at him. "Is there anything else?"

    Wang Biao smiled embarrassedly and said in a low voice. "Well, about the brat of the Yu family..."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    "Get lost."

    Although Wang Biao was confused about why he was scolded by the old Butler for no reason, he didn''t dare to talk back.

    Old Charlie grumbled as he sat down on the chair, reaching out his hands to rub his temples.

    To be honest, he was already old. Seeing that the world had be like this, he was no longer interested in pursuing anything in his life. He just wanted to live the rest of his life in peace and stability in this world after the copse of utopia.

    But with the current situation, he had no other choices now.

    Pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer, Old Charlie thought for a moment before picking up a pen and writing on it.

    "I hope my judgment is correct."

    Although his judgement was almost never right before.

    ...

    Late at night.

    As thest batch of supplies arrived at the warehouse at the outpost, Chu Guang finally finished counting the windfall that Bull and Horse Squad unearthed for him before ten o''clock in the evening.

    First of all, in terms of metal materials, thergest reserve in that shelter was the steel ingots marked with various models, which added up to a total of 2,200 kilograms.

    The ingots were coated with a gtinous anti-oxidant coating that physically blocked the ingress of oxygen and moisture, so they were still well preserved even after two centuries.

    In addition, there were 1000 kg of aluminum ingots, 1000 kg of lead ingots, 1000 kg of copper ingots, 500 kg of chromium, tungsten ingots, etc., as well as 5 kg of gold and 10 kg of silver.

    That was almost double the amount of metal consumables bought from the Red River Town merchant!

    And not only metal consumables, but also some non-metallic materials that surprised Chu Guang.

    This included 200 kg of ss fiber, 200 kg of graphite, 200 kg of oxidation-resistant synthetic rubber, 20 bottles of one-liter hydraulic oil, 30 bottles of 300ml lubricant, 50 bottles of adhesive with special ingredients, and a small amount of other consumables.

    Of course, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the workbench.

    If the workbench that Xia Yan made by herself could barely be regarded as ck Iron Level, then this workbench was at least tinum level.

    It was even be able to reach the diamond level!

    Not to mention other things, the tools and variousponents that had not been oxidized or deformed for two hundred years, as well as the brand-new looking guide rails and receable modules, were enough to prove how awesome this thing was.

    There was no trace of rust on the entire workbench.

    At least that was how it looked from the outside.

    "...The motor can''t be started. There''s probably a problem with the circuit. Maybe one of the parts inside is broken. But it''s not a big issue. We can probably still use it after a repair."

    Inside the weapon store.

    After studying around this brand new workbench for a long while, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench.

    Looking at Chu Guang who was standing beside her, she asked curiously. "Where did you get this kind of good stuff?"

    Chu Guang had a bright and sunny smile on his face. "It doesn''t matter where I got it from, the important thing is that I have a group of hard-working and brave yers. With them, I can always get some good things."

    This slightly proud tone made Xia Yan lower her head and continue to study the machine in front of her.

    It wasn''t because she wanted to work hard.

    It was just that she didn''t want her boss to see that she rolled her eyes at him.

    "If this workbench can be repaired, the speed of making bullets will be much faster. Moreover, this workbench has many functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has punching modules and drill bits... By the way, what material is this drill bit made of? Why does it feel harder than diamond? Mhm, with this, there won''t be a problem to process a few seamless steel pipes."

    Hearing the word seamless steel pipes, Chu Guang''s heart moved and he immediately asked. "In other words, can it make guns?"

    He couldn''t understand things that were too technical, but he had heard yers say that the main reason why No. 81 Steel nt couldn''t make guns was that they couldn''t produce seamless steel pipes.

    If he could get this thing out, at least half of the problem would be solved.

    Hearing Chu Guang''s question, Xia Yan answered as a matter of course.

    "Although it''s not as simple as you think, it''s not too difficult if you have tools. Let''s just say that as long as the steel ingot is molded into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the barrel nk, and then after drilling and rifling, a gun barrel will be almost done."

    "The more difficult part is the drilling and rifling process. As for the first half... If there are ready-made materials avable, it is not very difficult to make the barrel nk. I think your steel factory should be able to handle it."

    Chu Guang nced at Xia Yan somewhat unexpectedly.

    It seemed that this woman was quite skilled.

    She was just a bitzy.

    "I''ll find someone to find a solution for the barrel nk. What about the receiver parts? Can you make them?"

    "That''s easy. After I fix the workbench, I''ll show you what I can do. It will only take two days¡­ If it goes well." Halfway speaking, Xia Yan couldn''t help yawning, looking at Chu Guang and proposing, "It''s veryte now... I can''t repair it in the dark. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow. "

    "You can go back first."

    "What about you? Are you not going back?"

    Chu Guang nced at the time on the VM and replied casually.

    "I still have something to do, I should be able to finish it by twelve o''clock in the morning."

    "Twelve o''clock? Okay, then I won''t wait for you."

    After switching off thentern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapon shop. With the crutches in her elbows, she walked towards the nursing home.

    Chu Guang did not stay here for long, but returned to the warehouse, watching Old Luca and two warehouse managers sorting the materials into the warehouse.

    This batch of supplies was enough for the outpost to digest for a while.

    Even if his Life Profession yers liked to waste materials, the amount he had now could allow them to keep wasting until the next spring!

    The materials that should be counted had already been counted. Chu Guang waspletely satisfied with this windfall, so it was time to satisfy his yers.

    "The profits of this dungeon raid¡­ Let me see..."

    Considering the value alone, this batch of resources was worth at least 2000 silver coins or more. However, from a game bnce point of view, anything higher than 1000 silver coins would affect bnce.

    Bull and Horse Squad only took 4 days from the discovery to the clearing of the entire dungeon. If the total ie was 1000 silver coins, it meant that each of them would earn an average daily ie of 62.5 silver coins per day.

    Emmm...

    Well, not too outrageous.

    Equipment attrition, ammo consumed, and supplies... These all had costs, and it seemed that a passerby was also recruited into their team halfway through.

    So it was actually split between five people?

    After struggling for five minutes between the problems of actual value and bnce, Chu Guang finally came up with a reasonable number - 1500 silver coins!

    As for how to divide the money internally.

    Chu Guang was really toozy to think about it.

    yers could decide for themselves.

    This number would be more than enough to make him happy for a while....................................................................................................................................

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    [Task Reward: 1500 silver coins, 1000 contribution points, 4 free weapon upgrade opportunities. ]

    [Warm Reminder: Due to the workbench you recovered, the "Weapon Modification" option has now been unlocked in the weapon shop of the outpost. Do you wish to announce the reward to all yers on the server? Yes/No]

    The next morning.

    The four yers who logged into the game confirmed their dungeon profits through their leader Old White''s VM.

    "Holy shit! Four figures!?"

    "Brother Light is awesome!"

    "We are rich, we are rich!"

    After deducting the 225 silver coins for Irene, there were still 1275 silver coins left; everyone could get 318 silver coins if the reward was divided evenly!

    Compared to less than three figures in most yers'' bank ounts, this was undoubtedly a lot of money!

    Looking at the excited expression on Night Ten''s face, Old White gave him a stern look.

    "Don''t go to the forum to unt your wealth! I''m warning you!" He said, poking at the "No" option.

    Night Ten said with a cheeky grin. "Am I that kind of person? I''m just trying to share the joy in my heart with the old brothers in the forum!"

    As soon as he said these words, he immediately received three scornful gazes.

    But joke aside, Night Ten understood that this reward cannot be shown to other yers.

    No one would care if he made a fortune in silence. But if he caused a public outrage, then no matter how the devs liked him, they would take care of the emotions of most yers first.

    1500 silver coins!

    At present, the most expensive weapon in the weapon store, the 9mm iron barrel rifle from Boulder City, was only 150 silver coins. And this was still the price after the overall increase of the rifle price due to the sell-out of the 7mm iron-barreled rifles.

    It was as though others hadbored diligently for days, gathering enough funds to purchase their very first gun. Yet, just as they savored a sense of achievement, those individuals abruptly emerged and swiftly dashed their sense of achievement with a four-digit dungeon reward.

    This action seemed to serve no purpose other than making those hard working yers, who dedicated their days and willingly acted as mere tools, feel like their minds had been forcefully manipted, leaving them feeling as foolish as stubborn donkeys. Was there any meaning or value beyond this to such an approach?

    Games are not reality. From the standpoint of gamepanies, the gaming experience of all yers is the most important.

    Not to mention that Brother Light was just their online friend, even if Brother Light was their biological father, other yers would probably still want to kill them to vent their anger after finding out how much reward they had received from this dungeon raid.

    After all, objectively speaking, the dungeon reward the Bull and Horse Squad received this time had indeed affected the bnce a bit. It was much higher than the regr task rewards the yers of the same level received.

    During their lengthy online chat sessionst night, they extensively deliberated the matter. Ultimately, they collectively agreed to disseminate the information that the dungeon reward they received only amounted to 800 silver coins to others.

    In contrast to the harrowing meat-grinder battle at the entrance of the greenhouse ruins, the challenges they faced seemed considerably more manageable. Hundreds of Crunchers had dispersed throughout the underground parking lot''s two floors, and while dealing with Creepers posed a slightly higher difficulty, that was a hurdle that existed only several versions ago.

    With the avability of equipment, higher levels, strategically ced traps, and refined tactics that could be prearranged, the actual difficulty paled inparison to Night Ten''s exaggerated ounts shared with others.

    If [Lightning_emperor_professor_yang] knew that they had made four figures profit from one single dungeon, probably they would protest to the gamepany again.

    "Let''s think about how to spend it..." Ample Time stroked his chin and said, "200 silver coins should be enough to make a set of steel armor for Old White. And 100 silver-"

    "Alright, alright. Stop calcting," Old White waved his hand, interrupting Ample Time, "let''s set aside 200 silver coins as our guild fund. Once we save up enough money, we can use it to build our guild headquarters. The rest can be divided among everyone; use your share to individually purchase whatever equipment you deem suitable."

    "I agree." Gale nodded, "But 200 may not be enough, and we still need to bid for the exploration right of the dungeon of the greenhouse ruins at eight o''clockter."

    Old White: "Hmm¡­ Is 500 enough?"

    "It''s definitely enough," Ample Time said with a smile, "Think about how much money other yers have in their pockets at the moment. I bet no one has more than 200 silver coins. If someone bids less than 200, we can directly bid the top price to win the exploration right in one go!"

    Old White nodded.

    Ample Time was right.

    Other yers were not able topete with them at all unless several yers grouped together to pool together some money. But even if that was the case, they would not be able toe up with more silver coins.

    "How about the contribution points? There is also an opportunity to upgrade weapons, what is that?" Night Ten suddenly asked.

    "Contribution points can be split evenly, and Irene can have 200. Anyway, we are all citizens now, and there''s no need for us to save too many contribution points. We can only wait for the new version to release higher status levels. In terms of weapon upgrade... I guess it is to install a grip, a sight on the gun, or something like that. I am not very imaginative, so I don''t really know what the game will offer." Old White stroked his chin and analyzed.

    Gale: "I''m nning to make a cocking winch for my crossbow, and rece the front cocking stirrup with a bay."

    Night Ten: "You''re just wasting your time and money."

    Gale: "You don''t understand. It will feel more like a post-apocalyptic weapon that way."

    "Whatever, I''ll give ina my chance." Ample Time loved his "Daybreak". He didn''t want the workbench to ruin it.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Night Ten: "Pfft, what the hell is ina?"

    Ample Time: "Irena."

    The three of them were speechless for a while.

    ¡­

    Around seven in the morning, wastnd time.

    The distant sun gradually rose, its faint rays piercing through the gaps in the trees, casting light upon the pristine white snow.

    The nomads in the camp went to theke to fetch water withrge and small stic buckets. The yers also came out of the nursing home elevator one after another and began to rx after getting off their work in real life.

    At this moment, arge group of people was gathered at the entrance of the nursing home.

    Standing in the center of the crowd, Chu Guang, who was wearing heavy armor and carrying a sledgehammer, spoke in a solemn and stern voice. "What is being auctioned now is... the exploration right of the first floor of the greenhouse ruins."

    Upon hearing these words, the yers gathered around began whispering amongst themselves, "Why only auction the first floor?"

    "You are so dumb. You can only conquer the second floor and the first underground floor after you clear the first floor."

    "I remember that there are 5 floors above ground and 10 floors underground?"

    "I know. The controble fusion generator seems to be on the 9th basement floor. The 10th basement floor is probably connected to the urban drainage system, and Devil Moth''s hive should be there."

    Looking at the yers who were talking excitedly, Chu Guang didn''t pause for too long. He briefly described the difficulty of the dungeon, the expected number of monsters, etc., which was an introduction to the auction item.

    Then, he announced the start of the auction.

    "... The guaranteed minimum reward for thepletion of the task is 200 silver coins, the starting price is 100 silver coins, and each increase shall not be less than 1 silver coin."

    Mosquito instantly raised his hand. "150-"

    But he was interrupted before he finished speaking, "200 silver coins!"

    Looking at Ample Time, who raised his hand, the surrounding yers gasped. "Holy shit, the dungeon clearance reward is only 200 silver coins, but they offered 200 silver coins just for the exploration right?! How the hell are they going to make any profit from it?"

    "This is ridiculous!"

    "Are you stupid? That 200-silver coin is a guaranteed minimum reward. If they clear the cocoons inside, you think they will only earn 200 silver coins?"

    "That''s not necessarily true. You may not know, but Devil Moth''s cocoons have already piled up into several small hills next to the warehouse, and its purchase price has plummeted several times. If there are no other new loot drops, the remaining Devil Moth cocoons may not even be sold for 200 silver coins."

    Wastnd Online currently had two markets, one was the NPC warehouse, and the other was the market at the north gate.

    There were too few yers in the alpha testing stage, and the consumption ability of people in the outpost was not high. At present, if yers wanted to make money, they mainly had to rely on the orders of the NPC warehouse.

    The economy system in Wastnd Online was much more interesting than other games.

    In order to prevent the excess of a single resource and the serious inventory backlog, the NPC warehouse had preset a blue line and a red line for each variety of resources.

    The blue line represented the "reserve upper limit", and the red line represented the "stock warning line". These two lines maintained the leverage of supply and demand bnce and were mainly determined ording to the needs of the industrial zone.

    If the resource reserve exceeded the blue line, which was the upper limit of the reserve, for every 10% of excess, the purchase price and sale price would reduce by 10% on the current basis, which was equivalent to reducing production and promoting at the same time.

    If it was lower than the red line, that was, the inventory warning line, for every 10% lower than the warning line, the purchase price and the selling price would increase by 10% simultaneously, which would promote the increase of production and the tightening of consumption.

    There was also a small detail here that most yers didn''t not have private warehouses.

    Small quantities of supplies could be stuffed into lockers, whilerger quantities were either sold to factories in industrial areas or piled up on their own privatend.

    Randomly stacked items were considered abandoned items and could be picked up by other yers and NPCs.

    And not to mention the NPC warehouse, even the warehouse of Teng Teng''s Hut was also full of these cocoons now. After several days of dumping, the purchase price of Devil Moth''s cocoon had already dropped to 1 silver coin, and the selling price had also been all-time low.

    It was said that if the inventory exceeded the blue line by five times, a circuit breaker would be triggered, and the administrator would set a "white line", lock the selling price, and stop the purchase before the inventory dropped to the white line.

    At present, this situation has not happened, but if it continued to develop at this speed, it was estimated that it would happen soon.

    The same was true of Devil Moth''s corpse and psychoid leaves. The "blue lines" of these two materials were already very low to begin with, and the warehouse''s willingness to reserve those two materials was not strong. As the purchase prices of these two materials dropped continuously, apart from the newbies, no one wanted to carry these materials back to the outpost anymore.

    "Why are you worried about them?" Seeing these idiots worrying about others not making money, Brother Mole looked up at the sky and sighed.

    Then he shook his head and continued, "You guys don''t understand the rules of this mechanism at all. Do you really think that they care about 200 silver coins? So what if they don''t make any money?"

    "What do you mean?" Elf_Fugui_Wang was confused.

    If raiding a dungeon would not make money, then what was the point?

    Not to mention bullets, even if the axe was broken, they had to spend money to buy a new one!

    Brother Mole gave this idiot a meaningful look. "After clearing the first floor, the second floor above and the first floor below the ground will be unlocked, right?"

    Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Uh, yeah?"

    "The priority to explore canst up to 7 days," after a moment of pause, Brother Mole continued indifferently, "If it were me, I would directly sell the priority exploration right of the second floor to other teams... just sell it for 200 silver coins, and then concentrate on raiding the basement floor."

    "Holy shit?!" Elf_Fugui_Wang finally understood it, his both eyes widened in shock. "Doesn''t this mean that they will be able to snowball the profits?!"

    "As long as they can clear the level within the time limit of the priority exploration right, it will indeed be snowballing in theory."

    Mole sighed enviously. "Even the first level is guaranteed to earn 200 silver¡­ not to mention that there are ten levels below."

    Had he not known that these people had just cleared arge dungeon, and he definitely wouldn''t be able topete with these people, he would''ve also joined the bid.

    After all, the profit here was huge.

    Fuck!

    If only I could spend real money in this game!

    Mole had a hunch that if these few people continued to snowball, probably Wastnd Online would roll out the guild system even before the close alpha ended.

    Or perhaps, the gamepany would release an even more expensive gamey system than the guild system.

    After all, the price of the most expensive gear in the store was currently three digits.

    He really couldn''t think of where else they could spend their silver coins if they made more than three digit profits.

    ...

    After getting the right to explore the "Greenhouse Ruins" dungeon, Bull and Horse Squad did not start the raid immediately, but recruited 5 veteran yers who had tried to clear this dungeon before, grouping them together into a 10-person team.

    Everyone''s level was above LV4, and the sequence was mainly strength type and agile type.

    This naturally included a mole as well.

    Old White, the leader, walked up to the five new recruits and said. "The first floor has been almost cleared. I estimate that it will be difficult to make 200 silver coins from the remaining resources. If there''s no ident, we will only get the final guaranteed clearance reward."

    Elf_Fugui_Wang nodded. "Indeed¡­ that group of newbies are so wild."

    Old White: "You can''t me them. After all, there were some problems with the previous gamey mechanism. You can even have dozens of people in the same dungeon. That was why didn''t dare to say anything on the forum.. but it''s different now, so we don''t need to worry about other yers."

    After a pause, Old White continued. "If the final ie of the first floor is 200 silver coins, the five of you can split the money. For the part that exceeds 200, we will take 40%, and the rest will still be split between you."

    Midnight_pubg was dazed: "Isn''t this a terrible deal for you?"

    "You don''t have to worry about it," Ample Time smiled and said frankly, "Our goal is the right to explore on the first underground floor and the second floor above ground."

    Old White shook the VM on his arm. "If there is no problem, I will start drawing the team contract here."

    The team contract could be drawn up through the teaming function of VM. In addition to several temtes provided by the official website, yers could also draw the contract themselves.

    In the event of a dispute, the outpost would arbitrate based on the content of the contract to determine the ownership of the loot and rewards.

    After the five yers received the team invite, they confirmed it again, and exchanged nces with each other, but no one had any opinions about it.

    Especially Mole and Brother Elf, the two hadmunicated before and already knew what the Bull and Horse Squad''s goal was.

    These guys were not interested in picking up other people''s leftovers. Their real goal was the next floor and the floors after that.

    However, what Mole didn''t expect was that they weren''t interested in the remaining 200 silver coins and simply gave them to them.

    Just how rich are those people!?

    Clicking the confirm button on the VM''s screen, Mole clenched his fists. "Thank you, brother."

    Ample Time said with a smile: "Don''t mention it. We are still counting on you to teach us how to farm the nest of mutant insects. Don''t worry, if there is such a good opportunity next time, we definitely won''t take it from you!"

    As if!

    Mole sighed inwardly.

    Sure enough.

    If I want to get rich, I still have to find a way to explore some high-value resource points. There is no future to just follow other people to raid dungeons.

    Looking at Mole, Old White said with a smile. "Brother, how about joining our group? We n to build a guild soon, so everyone can y together when we have time."

    Night Ten smiled and said: "Do you want to be a deputy leader? Once our guild is established, you can be our deputy leader."

    Mole looked at the sky and shook his head. "Thank you, but I have other ns. I didn''t have the money or time to be first echelon yers in other games in the past, but now that I have encountered such an awesome game... I want to try it."

    The deputy leader of most MMORPG guilds was just a nominal title. It was really useless.

    After all, he was also an alpha tester, so it would be too wasteful if he didn''t have a guild himself.

    Ample Time and Old White looked at him and smiled, expressing that they understood him. Then they didn''t mention it again.

    "Okay, that''s enough talk. It''s time to make money now."

    "Go! Go! Go!"

    "Let''s do it!"...................................................................................................................................

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    On the third floor the nursing home.

    Seeing that the Bull and Horse Squad had changed into long weapons and hunter equipment and set off again, a satisfied smile appeared on Chu Guang''s face.

    Great. These yers are getting better and better.

    Thanks to them being so obedient, Chu Guang was able to save a lot of time and used his micro-maniption time to do what he should do as a game designer.

    For example, y two more games to get some inspiration.

    "... speaking of which, the yers of Alpha 0.6 will also be online tomorrow."

    There were so many raw materials in the outpost that they almost couldn''t fit into the warehouse of the outpost. The Life Profession yers really needed to step up their game to catch up with Combat Profession yers.

    Especially Devil Moth''s cocoons, there were several piles of them next to the warehouse. When the Bull and Horse Squads cleared the first floor of the greenhouse ruins, there would probably be another pile next to them.

    The guaranteed return of 200 silver coins seemed to be a bit too much.

    But it didn''t matter now. Things like silver coins were just a number to Chu Guang, and he could give yers as much as he wanted after he had the electronic banking system.

    The key was to enrich the products on the shelves of the stores so that yers could buy more things. Only in this way, the money he gave out would have meaning.

    Otherwise, even if he rewarded yers one billion after they cleared the dungeon, it would be useless.

    One billion for one yer today, and two billion for another yer tomorrow, then would everyone be happy to buy potatoes with a dozen zeros in the future?

    Perhaps at that time, those yers would miss the good old times when a shofar potato only cost a few copper coins.

    But fortunately, Chu Guang''s mind was clear. Therefore there was a high probability that this kind of thing would not happen.

    In order to increase the production capacity of the outpost, more than half of the 50 yers recruited in this update were randomly selected from the user poolbeled "Life Profession".

    As for how thisbel was put on, it was naturally based on the questionnaires filled out by these users applied for the test qualification.

    For example, when answering the question "Which single-yer game do you like to y the most", if people answered "Stardew Valley", "Euro Truck Simtor", "RimWorld", "Don''t Starve", "The Sims" and other leisure simtion games, it meant that after entering Wastnd Online, they would be more inclined to choose to be a Life Profession yer.

    Such as production, transportation, farming, building houses, etc.

    Chu Guang believed that these yers who liked to create things should be able to use those raw materials to make some valuable things.

    Mhm.

    By the way, the yers of version 0.4 hadpletely different ying styles, because Chu Guang stole them from the yer pool of Paradox Interactive.

    These people were not only proficient in the manufacturing process of seamless steel pipes, but also had in-depth research on the form of gunpowder. They would use the natural disaster DLC in "Cities: Skylines" to urately clean up the elderly poption, and used aliens to make canned food in "Steris".

    It could be said that every one of them was a potential war criminal.

    "250 yers is still not enough, there are still 250 units of the culture chamber left."

    "It would be great if I could get more food."

    After the Bloodhand n''s stronghold was captured, the outpost''s food reserve was theoretically enough to support 300 people to get through the winter.

    However, there was a problem here that the actual consumption rate of food was often far faster than expected.

    If it weren''t for the expensive seasonings and limited cooking conditions, Chu Guang would bet that these yers would eat five meals a day, and they would eat their fill every meal.

    Plus there were also nomads who came to seek refuge from him, and the survivors who worked in the brick factory, so Chu Guang didn''t dare to take too much risk.

    The 250 yers were already a little risky, and it was safer to keep the food reserve more than twice the actual consumption amount.

    "Speaking of... Should I go to Brown Farm to ask for something in return from them?"

    Based on the warehouses of the marauders, it seemed like Brown Farm had paid those marauders a lot of protection fees.

    Now that he had solved such a big trouble once and for all for the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, it could not be justified if they didn''t give him some thank you gifts, right?

    But it was not very good to reach out directly. After all, it was not suitable for civilized people to do the work of bandits. He had to find a way to make them take the initiative to give him the gift.

    Chu Guang stroke his chin and began to think a n.

    But at this moment, Little Seven, who was squatting and ying with the drone, suddenly raised the camera. "Master, there are guests here."

    ...

    Outside the South Gate.

    Braving the wind and snow all the way, Yu Hu rushed towards the outpost in a hurry.

    When he arrived at the south gate, he happened to see Chu Guang standing at the gate, his eyes quickly lit up.

    "Big Brother Chu!" He waved an envelope in his hand and shouted loudly from a distance.

    Looking at Yu Hu who was running over with a worried expression, Chu Guang asked, "What''s the matter? Why are you so anxious?"

    Did something happen at his home?

    Yu Hu said breathlessly with his hands on his knees. "Charlie¡­ the old butler that runs the grocery store. He asked me to bring you a letter!"

    To be honest, when Charlie handed him the letter and instructed it to be delivered here, Yu Hu was so terrified that his heart almost stopped.

    After all, Bett Street had rules that they couldn''t do business with outside caravans without permission. If found, they would be severely punished!

    Therefore, Yu Hu had been very careful all the time, hiding from Old Charlie. But he didn''t expect that it was still exposed!

    Whether Big Brother Chu was an outsider or not was another matter, what Yu Hu couldn''t understand was that Old Charlie neither punished him nor reported him to the town mayor or the guard. Instead, he handed an envelope with a bloody handprint to him.

    Yu Hu was illiterate and didn''t know what was written on the envelope, but looking at the bloody handprint, he had an ominous premonition.

    So, he didn''t dare to stay for a moment, and immediately rushed over from Bett Street with the letter.

    "Let''s talk inside."

    Taking Yu Hu to the reception room on the 1st floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang lit the brazier and sat down on the chair next to it. He opened the envelope with a bloody handprint and nced through it.

    There were two letters inside.

    One of them was written by the old town mayor... oh no, he should be called the old leech.

    The content was roughly about telling the marauders of Bloodhand n that there was a group of survivors in Linghu Wend Park. Skipping those high-sounding reasons and respectful wording, the words on it could be summed up in just a simple sentence: to make use of other people to get rid of his enemy.

    The other was the handwriting of Old Charlie.

    The ink marks on it indicated that it should have been written not long ago.

    [Dear administrator, my name is Charlie, a survivor living on Bett Street.

    I believe you have read the other letter in the envelope and must be furious at the contents of the letter at the moment.

    I don''t mean to offend you, and I understand how you feel. In fact, like you, I could hardly believe my ears and eyes when I heard that our town mayor had colluded with the marauders and tried to encourage them to attack our neighbors.

    I have tried to persuade him and tell him that this is not a good choice, but he still insists on sending this letter to the marauders.

    This kind of behavior has crossed the bottom line of morality. No matter what the conflict is, I don''t think it can, at least shouldn''t, be arbitrated by a group of ruthless cannibals.

    We''ve had enough of this outrageous oppression and the people of Bett Street crave liberation! If you want, we will do everything we can to cooperate with your actions and drive that vampire from his castle! Every hunter on Bett Street will be grateful for your kindness!]

    My goodness.

    This is to hand me a knife.

    The charcoal in the brazier sparked.

    Chu Guang lowered the two letters in his hand slightly. He looked at Yu Hu who was sitting on the chair opposite, thought for a moment and said. "Do you know what the old butler wrote in this letter?"

    Yu Hu was dazed for a moment and then shook his head. "The old butler didn''t tell me... He just said it was a very important thing, and it was rted to your safety."

    Hehe¡­ Our safety¡­ Chu Guang chuckled.

    The old leech definitely didn''t know that the Bloodhand n was already gone. Otherwise, he wouldn''t havee up with such a stupid idea to send a letter to the dead people.

    In fact, this was very understandable. Bett Street was far away from the abandoned tire factory. Those scavengers would not explore north along the elevated highway unless they had to. After all, they all knew that it was not safe there. Who would take the initiative to approach those marauders'' camp?

    The only question now was how much truth was in this letter written by Old Charlie.

    There were two possibilities.

    One possibility was that Old Charlie first sent someone to deliver the letter, and only after he found out that Bloodhand n''s stronghold had been taken down, did he send the old town mayor''s letter to him.

    Another possibility was that, as the old Charlie wrote in the letter, because the town mayor''s actions had vited his bottom line, he decided to stand on the side of justice and fight with the survivors of Bett Street against the old town mayor.

    In fact, it didn''t matter which version of the story was true, the reason was never important, and anyone could make up a story after everything was over.

    Chu Guang was very tempted.

    Suddenly he had a brilliant idea.

    Not only could he justifiably include Bett Street into his sphere of influence, but he could also let the people of Brown Farm take the initiative to send tribute to him.

    "...Your town mayor is really despicable."

    Seeing Chu Guang''s suddenly serious face, Yu Hu, who was sitting opposite, was slightly taken aback, and his expression also became nervous. "The town, mayor? Isn''t this letter written by old Charlie?"

    "There are two letters in there, one was written by old Charlie, and the other one¡­ which is one that was originally stuffed in it, was written by your town mayor himself to Bloodhand n."

    "Written to Bloodhand n?!" Yu Hu''s eyes widened in shock, he was stunned for a while.

    He remembered Brother Chu seemed to have said before that those marauders would not bother them again. Moreover, he also met Zhao Rat who was kidnapped by marauders here, and heard that Yang Seconddog was also alive.

    Why did the town mayor write to the dead people?

    Wait, the town mayor actually had contact with those marauders? !

    Each question was more shocking than the other.

    Looking at Yu Hu who was confused, Chu Guang continued calmly. "That''s right. And judging from the content of the letter, your town mayor also intends to instigate the marauders of Bloodhand n toe and attack us."

    "Instigate the marauders to attack you?! Why did he want to do this?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "As a matter of fact, we did find some interesting things in the Bloodhand n''s stronghold after we captured their stronghold. All indications show that your town mayor seems to have made some kind of secret pact with them. He was not simply paying tribute to those marauders because they were extorting him, but actively cooperating with those marauders to exploit you... Do you understand what I mean?"

    After hearing what Chu Guang said, Yu Hu''s face was filled with shock.

    Now matter how dumb he was, how was he not able to understand it now after Chu Guang exined it so clearly?

    What he just couldn''t understand was why did the mayor do this?

    "I''m going back and telling everyone in the town!" Standing up suddenly from the chair, Yu Hu''s face was full of anger, his fists clenched.

    "That bastard, he lied to us all!"

    "Don''t be impulsive," Chu Guang stood up with him, "I''m d you''re on my side, but you''re Xiaoyu''s brother, I can''t watch you die in vain."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "...die?"

    "Do you think if you go back and shout like this, the other survivors on Bett Street will immediately believe what you say?"

    Yu Hu said stubbornly, "I... I can convince them!"

    Chu Guang shook his head. "The persuasion of words is meaningless, your town mayor will persuade them with guns."

    Yu Hu was eager to argue but couldn''t express himself coherently, onlymenting his ownck of eloquence.

    Chu Guang was not surprised by his reaction.

    After all, if he were a more astute person, he wouldn''t have been chosen by Old Charlie to deliver this letter.

    "Am I supposed to pretend that I didn''t know this and not tell anyone?!!"

    "Of course not." Chu Guang put his hand on Yu Hu''s shoulder and gave him a firm look.

    "This is not about you alone. The oppression and tyranny of that old leech has crossed the bottom line of our tolerance. I will go with you!"

    At the same time, all the yers with VMs near the outpost received a pop-up task window

    [Mission: Liberation of Bett Street]...................................................................................................................................

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    "Finally! Finally, it''s here!"

    "We''re going to have a war campaign again? I''m so excited right now! It''s been a long time since we fought one!"

    "God damnit! Why only 50 people? And why are you all so fast?"

    "Hesitation will make you lose!"

    "I didn''t get the mission, but can I follow you? I don''t mind if there''s no reward, I just want to watch the cutscene!"

    "We are selling Goblin Bazookas! It''s the big clearance sale with only 5 silver coins apiece! If you don''t buy, it''s your loss! Come and take a look!"

    "Give me one first, I''ll payter!"

    "Go away!"

    At the west gate of the outpost.

    Arge group of yers, armed with their weapons and ammunition, ran to the clearing in front of the trench to gather.

    It was so lively that it didn''t look like there was going to be a war; it looked more like a festival.

    One of the yers even went to the warehouse to rent a cart, so he could load the gun barrel, gun mount, and shells on it. Moreover, he also hired a strength type newbie to help pull the cart.

    "B, bro! Can, can you let me fire it once?" The newbie asked excitedly on the side of the cart.

    Mosquito couldn''t helpughing when he heard this. He patted the yer on the shoulder and said. "Of course! Brother! Just listen to my instructionster, and then you can fire as many times as you want."

    "Okay!"

    It was so lively that anyone with eyes could see it.

    The nomads who returned from fetching water from theke looked over in surprise. They looked at each other and whispered.

    "What are they doing?"

    "Is there going to be a battle?"

    "They all have guns in their hands!"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Who are they fighting against? Marauders? Or mutants?"

    Carrying two stic buckets full of water, Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves looked curiously at the Administrator who came out of the west gate.

    The eyes of the two fell on that impressive sledgehammer on his back.

    "It''s so big..."

    "That hammer must weigh at least dozens of kilograms, right?"

    "That armor also looks heavy, is it made of steel?"

    "Is he not tired?"

    "Don''t keep staring at him. It''s rude to keep looking at other people."

    "Oh, okay¡­ Wait! Why is it just me? You were also staring at him."

    Autumn Weed repeated with a blushing face. "You, you just shouldn''t do it. It''s disrespectful."

    More and more nomads were attracted by the movement outside the outpost.

    From a distance of dozens of meters, they watched the warriors in front of the trenches curiously, discussing what happened.

    Is it going to be a war?

    People will die in battles.

    But why do those soldiers look so excited?

    Don''t they fear death at all?

    Many nomads couldn''t help but feel awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue-coated people was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

    Just as they were talking, their leader Iron Axe walked out from the crowd with several hunters carrying bows and arrows and javelins.

    In front of the administrator, Iron Axe Wu sped his fists and said respectfully. "Sir, these people behind me are the elites of our tribe. As long as you nod your head, we will be the sharpest spear in your hand!"

    Taking a nce at him, Chu Guang was about to politely decline his kindness when he suddenly had a new idea, "Just stay near meter."

    "Yes! Sir!"

    Signaling Yu Hu, Iron Axe Wu, and others to wait in ce, Chu Guang walked up to the yers. In anticipation of the yers, he opened his mouth and read out the line that took him ten minutes toe up with.

    "For too long, the people of Bett Street have endured the town mayor''s oppression. Under his tyrannical rule, they suffer from hunger and poverty, struggling to survive everyday. The money extorted from those poor people by his tyranny has lined his pockets alone, satisfying only his insatiable greed.

    "His list of crimes is endless. But now, he has crossed a line that we can no longer tolerate. He has not only targeted us but has also joined forces with our archenemies, the Bloodhand n, forging secret alliances and even instigating aggression against us!

    "Justice may sometimes arrivete, but it will never be absent. The time hase to show that greedy old leech what the consequences are for provoking us. His actions have ignited a fire within us, a fire that will consume all that is unjust.

    "Everyone, follow me into battle!"

    In the open space in front of the trenches, the roars of excitement were deafening.

    "Liberate Bett Street!"

    "For Xiaoyu!"

    "Awooo!!"

    ¡­

    In the castle at the center of Bett Street.

    With a forceful push, the guard, d in a deerskin coat, flung open the study room doors on the top floor, and swiftly dashed through a lengthy row of bookshelves, arriving promptly before the town mayor.

    "Sir! We''ve spotted a lot of peopleing from the north! There, there are more than fifty of them!" The guard said urgently.

    "How many?!" The town mayor instantly got up, his expression changed quickly. Before the guard could respond to him, he rushed out of the study, quickly running through the corridor connected to the tower, the highest ce of the castle, and hurriedly climbed up to the top of the tower.

    The north wind whistled fiercely outside the tall tower.

    He who came out of the study without putting on his coat was shivering in the cold. Ignoring the coldness, he grabbed the binocrs hanging on the side and looked towards the north.

    What he saw was a group of people wearing fur coats, carrying guns in different sizes in their hands, and looking more like marauders than actual marauders. At the moment, they were marching aggressively in the direction of Bett Street.

    On this cold day with the north wind howling fiercely, a drop of sweat actually oozed out of the forehead of the old town mayor.

    Turning his head sharply, he grabbed the guard who had followed him to the top of the tower, and roared loudly. "Quick, gather all the guards! Ask them to pick up their weapons and go to the north gate!"

    "Also, send someone to Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Bett Street! Gather all men over 14 at the door of the armory!"

    "Go now!"

    "Yes, yes!" The guard nodded repeatedly, his legs trembling.

    Not long after, the castle''s bell rang rapidly, breaking the tranquility of Bett Street.

    The survivors standing on the street had no clue what was happening; they thought the marauders had arrived. In a flurry of panic, they dashed toward their homes, hastily gathering belongings, preparing to flee, utterly bewildered and disoriented.

    Hearing the rapid bell, Old Charlie didn''t panic at all, but heaved a sigh of relief.

    If it was destined to happen, the only thing he could do was make it happen faster.

    For example, if the bomb was ignited before the foolish town mayor did something more outrageously stupid, fewer poor people would be implicated.

    If there was no ident, that foolish town mayor would soon send someone to find him, asking him to mobilize the hunters of Bett Street to stand on the walls and fight those blue-coated people to the end.

    Drawing the curtain of the grocery store, this old man picked up his cane and hid into the panicked crowd.

    At the same time, the door to the armory on the side of the castle was opened.

    The guard wearing the deerskin coat took the iron-barreled rifle and ammunition from the captain and rushed to the north gate to guard behind the cover.

    However, the cover made of scrap metal pieces and concrete garbage did not give them much sense of security.

    Apart from a few aging veterans whose faces were lined with wrinkles, many young guards wore expressions of panic and unease, their hands gripping the guns were moist with nervous sweat.

    A big force like Bloodhand n would note after receiving the protection fee.

    Normally, their adversaries were only mutants, and the most dangerous among them were just a few mutated brown bears. Only in very rare cases would they encounter marauders who, out of sheer recklessness, came knocking at their door for extortion. These individuals usually had dismalbat abilities, so destitute that they didn''t even possess a rifle, often inferior even to the town''s hunters.

    This was the first time that those young guards had encountered such a situation!

    Looking around at the guards around, a look of solemnity appeared on Old Walter''s face.

    Including him, they could only muster a total of eleven individuals, with half of them being the gatekeepers from the old mayor''s residence. Thebined count of bullets fired by them in a year might not even reach 30 rounds.

    The captain of the guard on the side scolded his subordinate. "Where''s everyone? Is this all we have? What about the hunters in town? Give them guns and let them scatter into the buildings outside!"

    "Old Charlie went to gather them¡­ they, they should be here soon," said a young guard, holding his rifle, tremblingly.

    "It will be toote," Old Walter looked out of the cover and said, "Those people are already here."

    On the snow-covered street.

    A group of soldiers d in fur coats, carrying rifles and handguns, had appeared at the end of the street, led by a heavily armored man. They quickly dispersed behind nearby cover along the street.

    Both sides were only 200 meters apart now, well within firing range! Yet, neither side made a move; they simply stood nervously locked in a standoff.

    At this moment, Walter''s brows frowned suddenly. He just spotted a jet-ck gun barrel being pushed out from the street corner on the opposite side!

    They also have a cannon? !

    The cannon''s barrel was about as long as a leg, probably a cast-iron barrel. Its wall was quite thick, and its ck muzzle exuded a prating cold light.

    Although it looked crudely made, no one dared to underestimate its power.

    Swallowing hard, the captain of the guard on the side finally couldn''t help shouting loudly towards the opposite side. "Who are you? What are you doing here!"

    Isn''t this obvious?...

    Do you need to ask such a stupid question?

    Walterined in his heart. He silently loaded the shotgun in his hand, pointed out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

    However, at this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

    He saw a man wearing a fur coat, raising both hands in a gesture of not being armed, stepping out from behind cover.

    Old Walter squinted his eyes.

    After guarding the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on this street.

    Apparently it wasn''t just him who recognized the identity of the man; there were several young guards nearby who also recognized the person.

    "Zhao Rat?"

    "It seems... It''s really him!"

    "What the hell... Isn''t he dead? I saw his family arrange a funeral for him with my own eyes."

    "I also remember it! It wasst month. I heard that he ran into someone from Bloodhand n when he went out hunting a deer herd in the north... and the second child of the Yang family was also caught by them."

    "You mean Yang Seconddog?"

    "Yes, yes, that guy!"

    While the guards were discussing, Zhao Rat, who had walked 10 or 20 meters forward, stopped and shouted loudly. "Everyone, I''m Zhao Rat! I''m here to help you!"

    "Help us?" The captain of the guard behind the cover sneered and shouted to Zhao Rat, who was standing in the snow, "help us, how are you going to help us?"

    Seeing the captain of the guard, Zhao Rat became nervous instinctively.

    But thinking of the dozens of soldiers behind him, and the words the administrator had said to him earlier, the mes rekindled in his eyes, and his back that had just bent a little straightened up again.

    Looking at the fellow town people behind the cover, he raised his voice and said loudly. "One month ago, the second child of the Yang family and I went to hunt deer in the north. Unfortunately, we were captured by the marauders of Bloodhand n and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought that I was going to die, our neighbor¡­ these people behind me rescued me from the marauder''s dungeon."

    The guards behind the cover burst into amotion, their faces showing surprise.

    He was rescued from the marauder''s dungeon?

    Does this mean that the Bloodhand n has been taken out by them? !

    Zhao Rat continued without pausing. "Not only did they give me food, clothes, fuel, but they also gave me work and shelter to keep me from starvation and cold. They took in not only me, but other captives who were rescued by them. The reason why I''m telling you this is that, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies¡ª"

    "Bullshit!" the captain of the guard yelled, "You ungrateful piece of shit! Just because an outsider threw you two bones, you start to wag your tail at them, willing to be their dog, and even baring your fangs at your fellow town people! Where is your conscience?"

    Zhao Rat roared in anger. "Conscience? Are you not ashamed to say this word? You tell me, who is the ungrateful piece of shit! We scavenge, hunt, and trade our lives for chips, but what do we get? We have to pay tribute to him every year, endure his exploitation, and use the money we made to buy the leftover garbage! But that''s not all. We also have to live in fear every day because of marauders!"

    "Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the marauders? He never protects anyone. He only cares about himself, and when we needed him, he didn''t even step out of his castle!"

    "From the very beginning, the vampire who lives in the castle is the same as the people from the Bloodhand n! He uses the fruits of ourbor to honor those marauders, and even aids those bastards in sucking the life out of us! If you think I am kidding, here''s the letter that that vampire actually wrote to the Bloodhand n. He even wanted those marauders to attack our neighbors!"

    With that, Zhao Rat took out a letter from his arms and raised it up high. "Want me to read it to you?"

    Old Walter''s eyes widened when he heard this.

    The young guards next to them also showed shocked expressions on their faces.

    The old town mayor and the Bloodhand n are working together?

    Is it real? !

    As he observed the wavering expressions of the surrounding guards, beads of sweat formed on the forehead of the captain of the guard.

    His first reaction was that these words were definitely not thought up by this hillbilly who didn''t even know a word.

    Someone must have taught him what to say!

    If he let this guy continue to talk, probably this battle would be lost without a fight.

    As the person who worked directly under the town mayor, he also had a vested interest in protecting the town mayor. So it didn''t matter if it was real or not, the captain of the guard had already decided that he must be on the side of the town mayor.

    Besides, the situation was not that bad. Although there were dozens of people on the opposite side, there were hundreds of survivors on Bett Street.

    Now that the armory was open, as long as Old Charlie mobilised the survivors in the town, this fight may not necessarily be lost!

    After making a quick judgment, the captain of the guard roared while looking at Zhao Rat who had already started reading the letter. "Fire!"

    However, the gunshot did not sound, and no one responded to his order.

    Listening to the almost ttering and sycophantic words in the letter, not only the young guards, but also Old Walter fell into silence, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

    The captain of the guard gritted his teeth, his eyes zing with anger.

    Not wanting to wait any longer, he picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the hillbilly pretending to read the letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

    Pa!

    Whoosh-

    The first bullet flew past Zhao Rat''s face and hit the snowdrift behind him, frightening him into immediately jumping aside and hiding behind the wreckage of the car buried in the heavy snow.

    Old Walter''s expression changed. He looked at the captain of the guard who was pulling the bolt to continue shooting in shock.

    "Are you crazy!?"

    The captain of the guard red at him viciously, then at the guards huddled behind the cover. "Why do I have to listen to a marauder''s nonsense?! Fire your guns with me if you don''t want to die!"

    Across the street, looking at the bullet mark that appeared not far away, the yers not only did not panic at all, but instead shouted excitedly.

    "Boss! The other side opened fire!"

    "Stop wasting time talking to them! Let''s do it!"

    "Let''s rush!"

    Although it was somewhat different from the n, since the other side opened fire, Chu Guang did not hesitate to make the decision. He looked at Mosquito not far away, and waved his right hand forward in his excited gaze.

    "Fire!"

    "Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito gave the newbie an eye signal, and shouted excitedly, "Fire!"

    The newbie of the strength type immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

    "Bang!"

    Jets of fire and white smoke erupted as artillery shells, akin to thunderbolts, arched through the sky,nding upon the north gate of Bette Street.

    "Boom!"

    In the thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the door made of wood exploded like it was struck by lightning!

    The captain of the guard, who was standing behind the cover firing his gun, was suddenly frightened into retreating behind the cover.

    At this time, a whistle sounded from the far side of the street, followed by a wave of earth-shattering battle cries. It was like billowing waves rushing towards the defensive position.

    "Fire! Fire!" He ordered the guards next to him to fight back, but no one listened to him.

    The morale, which was already low, was shattered by the st of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and loud shouts, let alone sticking out their heads to shoot, it was already brave enough not to escape immediately.

    Seeing that other guards were terrified, Old Walter couldn''t help remembering what happened a long time ago.

    Long, long ago, when he was still young, Bett Street was once looted by Bloodhand n''s marauders.

    At that time, there were 12 members in the guard, but they suffered heavy losses against only 11 marauders, leaving only two survivors in the end.

    Even if the hunters in the town were sessfully mobilized, nothing would change. These were the ruthless people who took out the Bloodhand n. They could probably defeat them with just one wave of charge.

    Besides...

    Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack. It was the blue-coated man who had been on Bett Street for a while andter went missing.

    If these people truly came out of a shelter, it was unlikely that they would treat them badly.

    "Let''s surrender... The reinforcements are still not here, and they probably won''te here at all. There are only 11 of us here. There''s no way we can stop them." Old Walter put down the gun in his hand and said.

    Looking at the captain of the guard who had turned his gun to point at him, he said with a sigh. "What''s the point? While neither side has lost lives yet, perhaps they won''t treat prisoners too badly.".

    The face of the captain of the guard turned pale and his fingers trembled. "Don''t make me."

    Old Walter grabbed for the barrel of his gun, not moving an inch, and looked at him seriously. "If you want to kill me, then pull the trigger!"

    "A lot of people will die today. It''s not a bad thing to leave this world first."

    Watching the captain of the guard whose expression changed from stern to stiff, and from stiff to despair, Old Walter let out a sigh of relief. He slowly took the rifle out of his trembling hands and said.

    "Thank you, you gave us all a chance to live."

    Forcing himself to show a weak smile on his pale face, the captain of the guard said weakly, "I hope so."...................................................................................................................................

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    I_have_medical_insurance_I_will_go_first: "Drop your weapons! Surrender and your life will be spared!"

    Little_book_worm: "Damn it?! Why isn''t there any resistance?"

    Construction_site_boy_and_bricks: "Their defence is so weak!"

    Midnight_pubg: "Refund! Mosquitos, I want a refund! We didn''t have a chance to use your rocket at all!"

    Needs_ten_more_inches: "Brother Pubg, forget it. It''s just 5 silver coins and it''s a good thing that you didn''t use it. Trust me!"

    The battle went very smoothly.

    When the yers rushed through the gate, the defenders of Bett Street had already dropped their weapons, squatted in the corner on their own initiative, and surrendered with their hands on their heads.

    This made many yers who were looking forward to a big fight feel like it was such a waste of their enthusiasm.

    How can they surrender so quickly?

    Can''t they resist a little bit?

    Following the Administrator through the wooden door sted open by the cannon, Iron Axe Wu''s face was filled with shock and admiration.

    So strong!

    He had only known that these blue-coated people were well-equipped before, but he didn''t expect that they were not only well-equipped, but also had good fighting skills.

    Although there were no tactics when charging, their opponents werepletely crushed by their momentum with no one dared to resist.

    Thinking of this, Iron Axe Wu secretly rejoiced in his heart for his decision. Joining them was indeed the right decision.

    "Put our g on the fence!" Chu Guang nced around nostalgically, then looked at Walter who was squatting in the corner, "You, get up."

    Walter was dazed for a moment before standing up with his hands in the air. "...Sir, what can I do for you?"

    "Don''t remember me anymore?"

    Old Walter chuckled embarrassedly. "Remember..."

    Chu Guang smiled, took a sword from Iron Axe Wu''s hand, passed it to Old Walter, and then pointed at the people squatting in the corner. "Keep an eye on them for me."

    Old Walter hurriedly took the sword and bowed respectfully. "Yes, sir."

    The weapons had been confiscated, and these guards had lost the will to resist.

    Since they surrendered so readily, Chu Guang didn''t intend to give them a hard time. As long as they waited obediently until everything was over, they would naturally let them go home.

    Leaving two yers to guard the gate, Chu Guang then asked Zhao Rat and Yu Hu to appease the survivors on Bett Street, telling them not to panic, to stay at home and wait patiently for everything to end.

    Noticing that the battle noises had subsided, Old Charlie came out of the side alley.

    When he saw Chu Guang''s face, a surprised expression appeared on his face for a moment. Obviously, he didn''t expect that the leader of this group of blue-coated people was actually that outsider who wandered around in the wastnd carelessly in the past.

    However, his reaction was rtively quick after all. He was only surprised for a few seconds, then bowed his head respectfully and said. "Dear sir, wee to Bett Street. The survivors here are ready to wee their new master."

    "Keep your head up, the age of the old leech is over, and people here can decide their own future from now on."

    Seeing Charlie nodding his head, Chu Guang didn''t say much, and got straight to the point. "Since you''re here, it can save me some time. I need to let the people of Bett Street know that we''re here to free them, not exploit them. No one''s life will be affected except the town mayor will be hanged. So when we attack the castle, I hope no one will get in our way. Do you know what I mean?"

    Of course Old Charlie understood it. He bowed his head respectfully. "I''ll appease everyone for you."

    Chu Guang nodded, looked at the excited yers behind him, and pointed to the castle in the center of Bett Street.

    "The rest of the people,e with me!"

    The yers followed themand obediently and marched along the street under Chu Guang''s instructions, without disturbing the shivering survivors who were huddled together in the shacks.

    There was only one person who was slightly over excited.

    After sting open the gate of Bett street, Mosquito, who was not satisfied enough, was about to order the yer who helped him pull the cannon cart to shoot at the castle, but Chu Guang stopped him immediately.

    You must be kidding.

    The only ce on Bett Street that had the most loot was the old leech''s castle.

    This was his trophy.

    How could he let him blow it up?

    There was no resistance along the way, and the yers, led by Chu Guang, passed through several brick houses near the center of the town and quickly arrived at the gate of the castle.

    When the group arrived, the gate of the castle was tightly closed, and the situation inside could not be seen at all from the windows.

    Through the VM, Chu Guang instructed the yers to split up into three groups with one group surrounding the castle from the outside, another group upying the armory next to the castle, and thest group attacking from the front of the castle to capture the old leech!

    "The demolition team is in ce!"

    "Go!"

    Although the door was clearly mmed open, the few yers in charge of attacking the building happily ced explosives at the door.

    In a deafening st, the main gate of the castle shattered into pieces, crashing heavily to the ground.

    "Go go go!"

    "Charge!"

    With bays mounted on the rifles, the yers shouted and stepped through the thick smoke of the explosion and rushed into the castle.

    Everyone was shocked when they saw the gorgeous decoration in the castle hall.

    "Holy cow! Is it really okay to have this kind of decoration in the post-apocalyptic world?!"

    "Damn, this pir is actually made of marble!"

    "The pir should have been built before the war... But this carpet, holy shit, it is actually made of bearskin!"

    "This is simply luxurious!"

    Everyone was still starving, but the old town mayor was already well-off!

    Not just the carpet that was made from the fur of the beasts, but the decorations hanging on the walls, and the crystalmps hanging from the ceiling... all of which were in stark contrast to the dpidated streets outside. This was not like a wastnd building at all, but a pce.

    In addition to those things that were very valuable at first sight, the yers quickly discovered that there was an elevator in this castle that had only seven floors in total!

    However, the generator here seemed to have stopped working.

    The yers who entered the castle were quickly divided into two teams. One team went up the stairs, and the other team started a carpet-like search from the first floor to find the location of the generator and the whereabouts of the old leech.

    However, what was unexpected was that after these yers who were responsible for attacking the building searched the entire castle, they still did not find the key NPC of the mission - the old leech''s family.

    These people disappeared from the castle as if they had evaporated from the world!

    But soon, a yer named [Midnight_pubg] made a new discovery while exploring the underground wine cer.

    Carrying an axe back to the administrator, Midnight_pubg reported excitedly. "Dear administrator, we found a secret passage in the underground wine cer!"

    Escaped?

    After Chu Guang heard it, he was not that surprised.

    With Old Leech''s tyrannical style of governance, if he didn''t secure his own backside, he might not even get a peaceful night''s sleep.

    Looking at Midnight_pubg, who reported the situation to him, Chu Guang immediately ordered. "Take two people with you and check the secret passage. See if you can catch up with them."

    "It doesn''t matter if you can''t catch up with them, I need to know where that tunnel leads to!"

    While he was saying this, the VM that Midnight_pubg was wearing on his arm popped up a message.

    [Mission: Exploring the underground passage in the castle''s wine cer (This mission can be shared up to two yers)]n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    [Reward: 5 silver coins, 50 contributions]

    ncing at the mission pop-up window, Midnight_pubg sped his fists in excitement. "Yes, sir!"

    After speaking, he formed a team with two yers nearby and went towards the secret tunnel with them.

    Watching the yers running towards the underground wine cer, Chu Guang stroked his chin.

    Speaking of which, this old leech really knew how to enjoy his life. He actually built a wine cer in the basement?

    Perfect, while celebrating the victory at night, the old mayor''s collection could serve as a perfect bonus for the yers.

    Thinking like this, Chu Guang walked to the armory next to the castle. The warehouse keeper who was guarding it had raised his hands and surrendered. At the moment, he was crouching in the corner.

    Passing through the open door, Chu Guang nced inside, a look of surprise and confusion appearing on his face.

    There were 30 iron-barreled rifles from Boulder City, the same weapon Liszt sold him. There were also homemade pistols, shotguns, etc. on the table, as well as bullets in the box, and grenades, enough to arm a guerri!

    These people''s equipment wasn''t that terrible.

    They were even slightly more standard than marauders'' gear.

    However, even until the castle was breached, these weapons were still not given to the survivors of Bett Street, and fell into his hands in the end.

    Confusion was written all over Iron Axe Wu''s face. "Their equipment is not weak."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Yes."

    "...Then why didn''t he give the equipment to his people?"

    "Because those people are not his people. They are just his servants and ves. If it wasn''t for the fact that he needed them to hunt, he wouldn''t even allow them to have bows and arrows."

    Chu Guang thought for a moment, then looked at Iron Axe Wu and continued. "Let your tribesmen load these spoils into a waggon and transport them back to the outpost to find Luca. He knows what to do."

    Not expecting the administrator to trust him so much, Iron Axe Wu was ttered. With a solemn expression, he respectfully epted themand, "Yes, sir!"

    After finishing talking to Iron Axe Wu, Chu Guang waved his hand, signaling the yers behind him to follow him.

    "Let''s go."

    "Let''s go visit the precious collection of the old leech!"

    ...

    Just when the yers from the outpost nted the 404 g on the spire of the castle, Zhao Rat, who was ordered to go deep into the neighborhood and appease the masses, finally came to the door of his own house.

    Looking at his family, this skinny man cried out and hugged his family members tightly. "Father! Mother! Brother! Sister-inw! I''m back!"

    His elderly mother burst into tears. "You are finally back!"

    "Thanks to those blue-coated people. They saved my life." Zhao Rat with red eyes sniffed and forced himself to put on a smile from his face, "The salt I asked the second child of the Yu family to bring back¡­ did you get it?"

    His father nodded, looking a little nervous. "I got it. But, son, tell me honestly, where did you get those salts? Why is the quality of it better than the ones we bought at the grocery store?"

    His elder brother on the side also nodded nervously and said anxiously. "Yeah. Don''t tell us that you took it from other people using force!"

    "What do you mean by taking it from other people using force? Am I that kind of person?" Zhao Rat said with a smile, "Don''t worry. I bought it with my wages!"

    His elder brother looked confused. "Wages? What wages..."

    When they worked for the old town mayor, they never received any wages; at most they would get a meal. Sometimes, when the work finished at four o''clock in the afternoon, which was before the meal time, they would not even get a meal.

    Zhao Rat said with a smile. "If you work for those blue-coated people, not only will they give you food to eat and a ce to live, but they will also give out a silver coin every day, which can be used to exchange other stuff in their warehouse. That salt, I exchanged it from their warehouse! It''s much better than the grocery store in our town!"

    When he said this, he held his elder brother''s hand, "Brother, why don''t youe to work for them too? I think they are still recruiting! Silver coins can not only be used for salt, but also for food. They are much better than chips! Anyway, it''s hard to catch prey in winter, so it''s better to make bricks for them. The work they give me is not tiring, and the ce I work is very warm. It is much morefortable than lying in the snow and waiting for prey!"

    Zhao Rat''s brother''s eyes widened in surprise. "Is it really as good as you say?"

    Zhao Rat nodded repeatedly. "Of course! Why would I lie to you?"

    His elder brother scratched the back of his head and muttered. "Then I''ll think about it... By the way, are you stilling back? Or are you going with those people?"

    "I n to work for them until next spring. We don''t have enough food at home, so I won''t spend the winter at home!"

    Looking at his younger brother, the elder brother said guiltily. "... I''m sorry."

    Zhao Rat couldn''t help chuckling when he heard this. "Why are you sorry? Brother, you don''t know how good life is over there. asionally we can even have fish soup. I feel like I''m about to gain weight. Anyway, you can see it personally when you go there next time."

    Although he was reluctant to leave his family so soon, he still had a task ahead of him.

    After saying goodbye to his family, Zhao Rat went out and continued on to the next house.

    Meanwhile, the same thing happened in the Yu family as well.

    Looking at the second brother who came back from outside, Yu Xiong, who was holding an axe in his hand and was guarding the house with a look of horror, pulled him over nervously and asked. "What happened outside? Who are those people that came to our town?"

    Yu Hu said with a smile. "Brother, don''t worry, those are Big Brother Chu''s people!"

    "Big Brother Chu?!" Yu Xiong was stunned when he heard that it was his savior. Letting out a sigh of relief and dropping the axe in his hand, he looked at his younger brother and asked. "Why is he here?"

    "It''s because of our town mayor!" Hearing his elder brother''s question, Yu Hu thought of the letter. He couldn''t help bing angry, and subconsciously used the words he learned from Chu Guang.

    "That old leech actually colluded with marauders in secret! He''s such a despicable person! Bah!"

    The survivors of wastnd all hated marauders, even more than they hated mutants.

    Yu Xiong had a look of shock on his face. He didn''t understand what was going on, and he couldn''t understand how the town mayor got involved with the marauders.

    "If it''s them, then there shouldn''t be anything that we need to worry about," his father standing next to his elder brother also let go of the weapon in his hand and said with a sigh of relief, "As long as it''s not the Bloodhand n, then there shouldn''t be any problems."

    Looking at his father, Yu Hu suddenly remembered something. "Ah, by the way, Dad, I forgot to tell you that Bloodhand n won''t harass us anymore!"

    "Won''t harass us anymore?" The old man nced at his son and said with a smile, "Hehe, which winter did they note to harass us? Just because you said so, you think they will really stoping?"

    "It''s not because I said so," Yu Hu said with a smile and continued proudly, "Bloodhand n''s camp has been destroyed by Brother Chu! Those people will nevere back again!"...................................................................................................................................

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    At North Gate of Bett Street.

    Looking at the guns and ammunition being transported in the wagon, Old Walter, who was watching the prisoners, clicked his tongue, having mixed feelings. "If that guy had distributed the guns earlier, he wouldn''t have lost."

    The Bett Street survivors had never touched a gun before, because their esteemed Town Mayor had no intention of giving them one.

    As for the reason, it was quite obvious.

    Compared with those marauders who could be appeased with money, the starving scavengers under his feet were what he was really afraid of.

    Old Charlie, who had just returned fromforting the survivors, happened to hear these words. He replied casually with a faint smile. "The result would be the same."

    "Why?"

    "Do you have faith?"

    Old Walter was taken aback. "Faith?"

    "They have." Charlie said meaningfully, looking at the blue-coated people who were full of energy and sticking to their posts.

    The reason why this world became a wastnd was never because of powerful weapons, but the despair of witnessing the copse of heaven.

    Before he was sold here, he had seen a rich man who used androids to plow his fields, a war madman who installed a nuclear fusion engine on an airship, and he had also seen a manic who installed eight robotic arms onto themselves and turned themselves into an octopus.

    Many of hispatriots who came out of a shelter with him were still very good people before the gate opened, but went crazy not long after they came out.

    There were also many who chose tomit suicide because they couldn¡¯t ept the cruel reality.

    But these blue-coated people seemed to be on the other extreme side.

    How should he put it...

    They seemed to be optimistic. So much so that it didn¡¯t seem normal.

    Old Charlie couldn''t figure out how to describe them.

    But there was one thing he was certain of. If even the despair of the copse of heaven couldn¡¯t destroy them, then there must be some kind of strong belief in their hearts.

    Not knowing what old Charlie was thinking, the two yers standing guard at the gate were chatting nonsense to kill time.

    "I have the following six views on the situation of Afghanistan..."

    "You are right, but the resident poption of the Vatican is 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If the kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then each Vatican will need to fight 58,750 kangaroos."

    "Say, that old man seems to be looking at us?"

    "Does he have a mission for us to do?"

    "It doesn¡¯t look like it. There is no exmation mark on the map, and he doesn''t wear a VM."

    "Then forget it. Just ignore that old guy... By the way, where was I?"

    ...

    The generator that powered the castle was located on the first floor. It was the same one Chu Guang bought from Liszt, abination of Wood powered generator and a gas generator.

    However, the power of this Wood powered generator was much higher than the one that Chu Guang bought before. With four feed inlets connecting to four huge cylinders, its maximum output power could reach 150KW!

    Thinking that it was really a waste to put the generator in this castle, Chu Guang decided to bring it back to the outpost.

    At present, the "grid" power of the outpost was only 10KW, and it was already a strain to power an active matter extractor.

    150KW on the other hand could allow him to do a lot of things!

    But Chu Guang had to use it first before moving it back.

    The yers expertly stuffed the firewood into the feed slot, pulled the electric switch, and as the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.

    With a sledgehammer on his back, Chu Guang stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.

    ording to yers¡¯ reports, the top floor was the old town mayor''s study.

    Chu Guang told them not to rummage through the things there, and wait until he came.

    These yers did so obediently, but except for the study, the walls were almost torn down by them.

    The elevator stopped steadily.

    Looking at the firece directly opposite and the neatly stacked triangr piles of firewood in the firece, Chu Guang couldn''t help but smack his lips.

    "It''s so damn corrupted."

    Even the corridors are heated!

    Does this old leech usually not wear any clothes at home?

    The image in his mind was a bit too much for him to handle, so Chu Guang decided that it would be better not to imagine it.

    Passing through the carpeted corridor, Chu Guang went straight to the study room he marked with a special marker on the VM map.

    It was more like a collection room than a study room.

    In addition to disying novels, poetry collections, and cooking recipes from the pre-war era, there were also some bizarre gadgets and ornaments on the shelves.

    Chu Guang reached out and took out a small brass-colored pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before aiming it at the wall beside him. However, after pulling the trigger, only a small me burst from the muzzle.

    "It¡¯s a lighter?"

    In addition to a lighter with the same shape as a pistol, there was also a Beetle clock made of golden mainspring and gears, which looked very valuable.

    Chu Guang even found several gold bars in a rusted iron box.

    It seemed that in this area of Qingquan City, gold was not a rare thing, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips.

    Otherwise, it would not have been thrown here.

    "Tsk, this miser."

    "He didn''t leave any chips for me!"

    After looking at his trophies for a while, Chu Guang put these shy things aside, and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.

    Stepping forward, he reached out and pressed the switch.

    After a short pause, melodious and soothing music along with noisy electric sounds quickly floated out from the old speaker.

    Chu Guang was surprised. "There is actually a signal?"

    Is it from Boulder City?

    Or another survivor settlement...

    Chu Guang was nning to adjust the radio and see if there were other channels.

    However, just as his hand touched the ck knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly, recing by a glib host.

    "...We now interrupt the program with a piece of breaking news: A conflict has erupted in the northern outskirts of Qingquan City, involving approximately a hundred individuals. A group, possibly refugees from the north, wielding rifles made from water pipes, attacked a local settlement of survivors. Among their arsenal, the most advanced weapon was an oddly fashioned smoothbore cannon."

    "Tsk, it''s so barbaric. We saw those refugees blowing up the gate of the locals with ck powder, smashing their heads with the butts of their guns, and hanging men on the gate. All the women from one year old to fifty years old were tied up by them and dragged to the dark alleys... tsk tsk tsk, these people are reality barbaric beasts."

    Chu Guang: "...?"

    Is this host on drugs?

    Why is he talking nonsense?

    The window of the study room faced the fifth-ring line in the north of Qingquan City.

    Chu Guang peered out of the window, only able to discern vaguely rows of uneven, twisted high-rise ruins, along with the wreckage of overpasses and bridges in the distance.

    The further urban areas were either blocked or blurred by winter fog.

    "...they can actually see this ce from Boulder City?"

    Or did they set up an observation station along the fifth-ring or on a high-rise building, observing in the dark with arge telescope?

    Interesting. Chu Guang''s eyebrows were slightly raised.

    The sound on the radio continued to y.

    After the news about the barbaric deeds of refugees in the north, the host of the radio station changed the conversation again and nted an  abruptly in the news.

    "The ongoing turmoil in the northern part of the River Valley Province is threatening the security of the southern region. The Boulder Arms Industry kindly reminds you that guns are the foundation of life. For your safety, we solemnly rmend ourtest product - Smander Assault Rifle, Dragon Fruit Grenade Launchers, and Crowbar Bread from the cafeteria of workshop one.¡±

    ¡°If even they can¡¯t keep your neighbors peaceful, we also provide a range of military outsourcing services including persuasion and mediation.¡±

    ¡°As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries of Boulder City will never let you down!"

    ...

    [Mission: Liberation of Bett Street (Completed)]

    [Description: The g of Shelter 404 flutters above the castle on Bett Street. Our enemy ran away, dropped his weapons, and surrendered. Although the whereabouts of the old leech are unknown, it does not matter. The people of Bett Street will thank us and they will embrace a better tomorrow.]

    [Rewards: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, one chance to draw a lottery, a bottle of 330ml wine, and a thank you from Xiaoyu. ]

    At noon.

    Almost at the same time, yers received a notification of thepletion of the mission, and the yers standing in front of the castle all showed surprised expressions on their faces.

    "Huh?! Am I seeing things? What is a lottery chance?"

    "My goodness, the internal test hasn''t finished yet, but they have already created a lottery function!"

    "I guess the next function will be to draw cards!"

    "Gamepany: Testing the money-making system is also one of the most important things in the alpha testing stage. Don''t y if you''re upset. Smh."

    "Let me try it! Haha! I got a brass pistol¡­ lighter?!"

    "Lol, let me try it too¡­ What the fuck! How the hell did I get shofar potatoes!"

    "Hahahahaha, you have shity luck!"

    Of course.

    Not everyone was busy with the lottery either.

    Like a certain girl with short hair.

    "Xiaoyu''s thanks! Woohoo, how would Xiaoyu thank me?! Will she give me a hug? Can I pick her up and kiss her?"

    Sisi, who was standing beside her, sighed and poked Tail''s arm with the butt of her gun. "Don''t me me for not reminding you, if you are too perverted, you will be kicked out of the game."

    Chu Guang had asked Little Seven to develop the lottery functionst night. He hadn''t found a chance to use it, so he decided to test it in the mission reward.

    So far, the feedback from yers seemed to be good?

    Although the prizes in the prize pool were all gadgets that would not affect the bnce of the game, the asional excited shout of one or two lucky yers could always push the atmosphere of the scene to another level.

    To Chu Guang''s surprise, judging from the reactions of yers, the widely recognized SSSR was actually not an iron-barreled rifle that was worth 150 silver coins, but a useless brass pistol.

    The brass-colored appearance looked very "rare", and the cool shape was even more attractive.

    The only downside was that it couldn¡¯t kill anyone, and it could only be used to light a cigarette. After all, this thing was a lighter.

    However, it didn''t matter!

    Anyone who had yed "The Division" knew that weapons with names were not necessarily better than those orange gears, but everyone would still keep them as collectibles and use them on the forum to deceive newbies.

    Wastnd Online was the same.

    "Legendary" weapons wouldn¡¯t give any damage bonus to bullets, whether it was Cha''s submachine gun or Bear''s shotgun. Other than having a unique story, they were no better than those iron-barreled rifles bought from Boulder City .

    Of course, to say that the lighter of the old leech waspletely useless was not entirely true. After all, the yers in the outpost mainly rely on matches to light fire.

    This lighter with piezoelectric ceramics was still rtively "high-tech".

    Brother Mosquito, who got a shofar potato, shouted angrily in the square.

    "Bad review! I will definitely leave a bad review! Why don''t we hold an auction this time! I want the lighter of that old leech!"

    The yers around looked at him with a gloating smile.

    You got what you deserved!

    Now that there is no auction, the good loot finally won¡¯t be hoarded by rich yers.

    [Makka_Pakka] who got the lighter was so happy that he almost wanted to wear VM around his neck to show off.

    "Do you want it? I can sell it to you for 1000 silver coins. Just this time only, don¡¯t miss it."

    "Screw you! You want to sell a lighter for 1000 silver coins! Are you crazy!?"

    Who the hell had that much money?

    Brother Pakka raised his eyebrows smugly.

    He didn''t n to sell it at all, and the price was of course not real.

    "1000 silver once, 1000 silver twice¡­ Why didn¡¯t you raise your hand? No? Very good, now it''s 1500."

    Mosquito: "%£¤#@!"

    After the task waspleted, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points would arrive immediately on yers¡¯ ounts.

    As for the prizes drawn and the wines awarded by the mission, they would need to wait until they returned to the outpost and collect them in the NPC''s warehouse.

    After all, it was better to save the drink for the victory banquet.

    If the wines were distributed to the yers now, Chu Guang was really worried that these idiots would drink them immediately and get drunk on the spot. And then he would have to arrange for someone to carry them back.

    That would be just making trouble for himself.

    In addition to the rewards that everyone would receive, some yers who performed additional tasks would also get additional rewards, and this part of the rewards was mainlyposed of silver coins and copper coins, which would not affect the bnce and would not make the yers who did not get this kind of reward feel that it was not fair.

    In fact, Chu Guang had recently been thinking about developing an additional military merit system in addition to the contribution system, and producing some electronic versions of medals and ranks to further differentiate the growth paths of Life Profession yers and Combat Profession yers.

    However, other problems would arise in this new system.

    Sure enough, he needed to wait when there were more people in the future, and when he needed yers to go outside to expand their territories before considering enriching this part of the gamey.

    Castle gate.

    Chu Guang found Old Charlie and asked him to do a quick inventory check of Bett Street''s supplies.

    For this work, Old Charlie could be said to be very familiar with it. He quickly found the ount book left in the warehouse and took Chu Guang to the granary to check.

    "Bett Street''s granary has a total of 8,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of dried meat, 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and peppercorns... All materials are recorded in this ount book. There is a record of every withdrawal of materials, you can have a look at it."

    After saying that, Old Charlie respectfully handed the crumpled ount book to Chu Guang.

    After Chu Guang took the ount book, he nced at it roughly.

    What surprised him was that in addition to the grain reserves, there were actually two packs of 500g refined salt and 20 kilogram of white sugar in the warehouse.

    There was even soy sauce and vinegar!

    The old leech''s food reserve was rather too good.

    "What about material reserves other than food and ordnance?"

    Old Charlie replied respectfully. "The warehouse is mainly stocked with furs for trade, which can be found at the back of this ount book. But after the Liszt caravan visitedst time, and the people from Bloodhand n came here to extort the town mayor again, there''s not much left."

    "In addition, there are 173 chips in the grocery store, and a fur of a hyena cub. Although it is not in the ount book, I have already packed it for you. They are on the table right in front of the warehouse."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    173 chips was still a lot of money.

    As for the batch of furs that the old leech gave the Bloodhand n, they were currently in his warehouse at the moment. Some of them seemed to have been bought by Teng Teng to make clothes, which many yers were currently wearing at the moment.

    Just when he was about to ask old Charlie to take him to the warehouse, a yer whose face was covered with dirt came over from the direction of the castle.

    "Administrator!"

    Looking at Midnight_pubg who came back alone, Chu Guang had roughly guessed the result, but he still looked at him and asked. "How''s the situation?"

    Midnight_pubg replied with a look of shame. "... When we went down, there was an explosion in the secret tunnel, and then the sewage flooded the tunnel, reaching the soles of our shoes. We continued to move forward, and soon encountered a few frightened rats and mutant cockroaches... After solving that, we tried to remove the copsed gravel with a shovel. But the wooden beam of the tunnel was broken, the more we removed, the more areas began to copse so we had to withdraw."

    Sewage?

    It seemed that the underground passage of this wine cer should be connected to the sewer of Qingquan City. When the old leech ignited the explosive, it was estimated that the sewage pipe buried nearby was blown up.

    After listening to Midnight_pubg''s report, Chu Guang didn''t me him, just nodded. "I see, you have done a good job, you don''t have to me yourself."

    If they couldn¡¯t capture him, there was no point to me the yers.

    The survivors of Bett Street already knew the crime of the old leech. Whether he was still alive or not, there was no way people here would let hime back.

    After speaking, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped on the VM screen, clicking "Confirm Completion" for the yer''s task.

    After watching [Midnight_pubg] leave with joy, Chu Guang looked at Old Charlie and tossed over the ount book to him.

    "I will take away most of the things in the warehouse. As for the food, I will take half of it, and the rest will be kept here for the time being for the residents of Bett Street to buy. You can keep the ount book, I will have someone check it regrly."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "In addition, the official currency of Bett Street will change to copper coins and silver coins from now on. The previous chips can still be used, but they can no longer be actively put into the market. In the future, if people want to buy or exchange something from you, you will directly pay them silver coins and copper coins."

    It may be difficult to implement a new currency at the beginning, but Chu Guang would use the price lever to influence people¡¯s decision.

    When the same item would be cheaper to buy with silver coins, survivors naturally would tend to trade in the new currency.

    After hearing Chu Guang''s order, Charlie immediately understood what he meant and nodded. "I understand what you mean."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was one important thing that he hadn¡¯t mentioned. So he cleared his throat, raised his volume, and continued with a solemn expression. "The tyranny has been overthrown, and the survivors of Bett Street will usher in a new order."

    "From now on, you are the new town mayor."

    "I will pay you 400 silver coins each month, and your first task is to draft a list of rules as Bett Street''s firstw. In the future, everything here will be done in ordance with thew."

    Charlie was a little surprised.

    Although he had guessed that Chu Guang would probably ask him to help him clean up the mess here, the sry and thew honestly exceeded his expectations.

    Does this administrator still think that there is still hope in this world?

    Although his heart was full of confusion, Old Charlie didn''t say anything, just bowed his head respectfully and happily epted the appointment.

    "I will follow your orders, sir."

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    In the evening, as thest wagon left the north gate of Bett Street, the survivors of the 404 shelter went home singing a triumphant song.

    Residents of Bett Street watched nkly as the victors disappeared at the end of the street, many of whom had not recovered from the sound of the cannon in the morning.

    It¡¯s...

    Over?

    No one died.

    The most seriously injured was a hapless guard whose face was scratched by the sawdust from the shell. After the intruders broke through the gate, they did not burn, kill or loot like marauders, but went straight to the castle in the middle of Bett Street. As Zhao Rat and others said, they only came to teach the old town mayor a lesson, and as long as they stayed at home and didn''t go out, they would be fine.

    For the old town mayor whose whereabouts were unknown, no one cared about his fate, and he deserved everything that happened to him. It would be better to say that he had better die and never appear in front of them again.

    As for the spoils that those people took away, the residents of Bett Street didn¡¯t feel anything. Whether it was the grain in the granary or the weapons in the armory, these were the property of the old town mayor.

    He would never share these things with them, and they were naturally under no obligation to feel sorry for him.

    "Where do you think the town mayor went?"

    "I don''t know, no one seems to have seen hime out of the castle."

    "Maybe he had sneaked out as a scavenger."

    "I think he was killed by the blue-coated people."

    "I heard that blue-coated people rarely use force. It seems like the town mayor''s family really pissed them off this time."

    "Is the new town mayor the old butler?"

    "Yeah, but he''s so old... Can he even do it?"

    "What I care about now is the grocery store... If the grocery store is gone, where can we go to exchange salt in the future?"

    Hearing the residents'' conversation, Old Charlie coughed and walked up to the crowd.

    "The grocery store will be open as normal, and I will arrange for a responsible owner. Don''t worry, your life will not be affected in any way because of what happened today, but it will be better than before."

    "Celebrate this day. The tyrant who oppressed you has been overthrown, and no one will ever sell you inferior goods again. The grocery store will be run by the Subdistrict Office and will no longer be for profit. I can assure you that."

    Subdistrict Office?

    What is that?

    Residents of Bett Street looked at each other in confusion. It was the first time they had heard such a strange term.

    In fact, it was also the first for Old Charlie to hear it.

    However, it didn¡¯t really matter what it was called.

    A name was just a symbol.

    The key was what it would do.

    After the group of residents got together and discussed for a while, they still didn¡¯t know what would happen to their future. But eventually, they all went their separate ways.

    ...

    Meanwhile, the outpost of Shelter 404.

    Chu Guang, who was on his way back home, ordered a few yers of strength type to help unload the materials in the wagons and move them into the warehouse and granary for sorting.

    Tons of grain, a dozen furs, and a lot of condiments.

    Looking at the almost full granary, Chu Guang experienced the joy of fighting local tyrants for the first time.

    This is so satisfying!

    Maybe... I should go after that farm as well?

    Just as Chu Guang was swaying betweenwful neutral andwful evil, Old Luca, who was standing beside him, reported to him respectfully. "Sir, when you were out, Brown Farm sent a messenger here."

    Looking away from the piled-up granary, Chu Guang looked at Luca. "Messenger? What did he say?"

    Luca nodded. "He brought a message from Mr. Brown, saying that in order to thank you for your contribution to the survivors in the northern suburbs, he is willing to give you a batch of supplies as a gift. This included 5,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes, 5,000 kilograms of beets, and 5,000 kilograms of corn. At the same time, he also said that he hopes to establish friendly trade rtions with us.¡±

    Chu Guang looked slightly surprised. "That¡¯s a very expensive gift."

    Originally, he thought that he would pay a visit to Brown Farm after he dealt with Bett Street¡¯s situation, to express hisck of food in a subtle way, but he didn''t expect the other party to take the initiative. Before he even opened his mouth, the other party took the initiative to express his willingness to send some food over.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly remembered the Boulder City broadcast he heard on the radio in the town mayor''s study, his expression became a little weird.

    It seems that I should also thank the host who is full of crap?

    Luca nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, it is indeed very expensive. There¡¯s so much food... It won''t be cheap if we buy it from them."

    In previous years, when merchants from Boulder City came to the farm to buy food, they always bought it at the wholesale price. The price would change over time, but even when it was at the cheapest, 15,000 kilograms of grain would still cost thousands of chips.

    And corn and beets were even more expensive than shofar potatoes and green wheat.

    After all, thetter was the food of "servants", the former was a high-quality staple food, and the other was a raw material for sugar making, which had a longer nting cycle.

    Chu Guang estimated that most likely these supplies were prepared for the Bloodhand n.

    Now that Bloodhand n was gone, he became the most threatening force in the region. Brown¡¯s Farm was probably trying to take this opportunity to establish a friendly rtionship with him.

    At least, they didn¡¯t want another enemy.

    epting this "gift" without any hesitation, Chu Guang looked at Luca and asked. "When are they going to deliver it?"

    "If it''s sunny, it will be delivered at noon tomorrow. If it snows, it may be a littleter."

    After saying that, Luca paused for a moment and reminded. "Sir, you should have also noticed that our granary is full. Now that our grain reserves in the base are getting bigger and bigger, I suggest we build special silos for several main reserve varieties, which can prolong the preservation of crops and save time and space.¡±

    There was not much food in the base before, and the weather was getting cold, so they only built a shed that could shelter from the wind and rain, and then stacked the food in there.

    Now that the poption of the outpost was increasing, and the food reserves were also piling up, it was definitely impossible to deal with it casually like before.

    If he wanted to preserve food for a long time, he had to consider not only waterproof and insect-proof, but also a series of problems such as moisture-proof and fire-proof.

    After listening to Old Luca''s suggestion, Chu Guang nodded. "Your suggestion is very good, I will arrange people to assist you. But now I have a different task for you, I need you to take out 250 kgs of raw meat, shofar potatoes, green wheat, and cabbages from the granary, and deliver them to the north gate of the outpost with five barrels each of beer and wine we got from Bett Street."

    "There will be a banquet tonight to celebrate our victory in Bett Street."

    "All food and drinks delivered to the North Gate Market will be sold at half price!"

    Old Luca nodded. "Yes, sir!"

    ...

    [Event: Victory Banquet]

    [Description: The guns of justice have ended the tyranny of Bett Street, and our warriors triumphed in the apuse and cheers of the local residents! Celebrate the victory! At the special stall in the North Gate Market, the food and drinks are all half price!

    The proprietress of the weapon shop reminds you that although the wine is good, you should not be greedy. ]

    6:00 P.M. exactly.

    At the north gate of the outpost, a grand party was held to celebrate the victory of the day.

    The NPC who managed the warehouse had set up a special booth at the North Gate Market, cing half-price food on the table for yers to choose and buy.

    As Wastnd Online''s first in-game celebration event since itsunch, both new yers and old yers were excited and participated with 200% enthusiasm.

    Of course, mainly because the food was half price!

    In the past, 1 silver coin could buy 300g of raw meat, but now they could buy it for only 5 copper coins. There were also shofar potatoes and green wheat, as well as the recently updated cabbage, etc., which were now avable for very little money. So why not buy them now?

    Thanks to the slow replenishment speed of the special stall, the purchasing power of yers was limited, otherwise such cheap food would be sold out at the beginning of the event!

    "Wow, Elder Sister! Elder Sister! The food at that stall is so cheap! There are also vegetables!" Autumn Leaves, who had sneaked away to join in the fun, ran back to Elder Sister excitedly. She took her arm and said, "I need to go back and tell everyone in the tribe!"

    Autumn Weed looked at her little sister with a worried expression. "Can we buy those things?"

    Autumn Leaves nodded excitedly. "Yes! I''ve asked the stall owner already! Anyone can buy them as long as we have those small coins!"

    "Then... hurry up and tell everyone."

    "Mhm! Leave it to me!"

    With her elder sister''s permission, Autumn Leaves didn''t stop for a moment, running quickly in the direction of the tribe, for fear that there would be nothing left after she came back.

    Looking at her little sister who was running away, Autumn Weed took out the coins in the bag and counted them. There were 11 silver coins and 24 copper coins in total.

    "At half price¡­ I can buy more than 20 kilograms of grain."

    A happy smile appeared on Autumn Weed''s face.

    Fortunately, she persuaded the patriarch to save the money she earned. Now, she could exchange for more food.

    No one would starve to death this winter.

    When Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves sisters were still worried about whether their tribe men would starve to death this winter, the yers in the outpost wereining that their stomachs were not big enough.

    "Damn it! Why can''t I have two stomachs!"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Holding a skewer in one hand and a wine cup full of beer in the other, Tail''s cheeks puffed up like a hamster. It was really incredible that she could still speak while chewing.

    Sisi, who was tasting the wine while looking at her friend whose image had fallen apart, gave her friend a sideways nce. "Tail, do you know that you look a lot like a drunkard now?"

    After finally swallowing the food in her mouth, Tail burped, turned her head, and said nonchntly. "This is the game world! If I still have to control my diet, what''s the difference between that trash game Earth OL? Such delicious food is not something you can eat every day, Sisi, you are too serious, you should really indulge yourself!"

    Sisi: "..."

    This woman.

    Once she got into the game, shepletely changed.

    Clearly, she''s like ady in real life.

    Not far away, a certain white bear was happily eating a whole grilled catfish, attracting the envious gazes of nearby yers.

    Of course, the person that envied the bear the most was a certain lizard.

    They were both yers with a mutant sequence, but the bear could eat and drink outside, and he could only watch in the shelter.

    Mr. Garbage had been stuck in the shelter for a while now.

    Everyday when he went online, he would just wander around on the B2 floor, touching everything he could see, doing exercise, or waiting for his friends to feed him. And then when the time was up, he would go offline and continue his daily routine in real life.

    When in the game, the yer¡¯s real body was equivalent to having fallen into deep sleep. So when they woke up the next day, they could still go out to work full of energy. Even if they couldn''t do anything in the game, the function of going into deep sleep in just a second was also excellent.

    To add to the celebration, Mosquito lit homemade fireworks in the open space at the north entrance.

    However, probably because there was a problem with the form, or maybe the way he ignited the firework was wrong, and the firework was shot into Teng Teng''s hut.

    Fortunately no one was hurt.

    Only Mosquitoe was chased by the murderous Teng Teng, who was waving scissors, for a few hundred meters.

    In the end, the storm ended with Mosquitoe buying all the burned coats in tears.

    Apart from this little episode, the behaviors of most yers enjoying the banquet were quite normal. Life Profession yers took advantage of discounted ingredients to make various edible dishes out of specialties from the wastnd.

    The normal ones were venison steak roasted with white oak, the abnormal ones were pine nut and rat tail soup and the grilled pupae of Devil Moth.

    Well, Devil Moth''s pupae were actually edible. But it would take one a little more courage to eat insects.

    The whole north gate was filled with the aroma of delicious food.

    Not just food, but also wine.

    Ten oak barrels half-person-high were ced next to the special stool, with wooden cups hanging beside them, and a sign standing beside them wrote: [2 silver coins for beer, 10 silver coins for wine, 50% off! ]

    [Note: Each person is limited to one cup at a time, and you can buy it again after finishing the previous cup. Waste is prohibited! Vitors will be fined! ]

    The cup was a wooden cup found in the old town mayor''s castle. As for the volume of a cup, it was about 330ml.

    Just like the food at the special stall, all drinks were half price, and yers who participated in the daytime event to fight the local tyrant could also get a free drink.

    It was fine if they didn¡¯t want to drink it, they could sell their drinks to other yers.

    However, Chu Guang believed that no one would refuse the opportunity to taste good wine in the game. Even if they got drunk in the game, it would not affect their work the next day.

    Some of the yers were so drunk that they couldn¡¯t walk straight, and others eveny on the ground, kicking their legs every once in a while, presumably struggling with thework connection.

    "Damn it! I think this gamepany should really add the senses adjustment function!"

    "That''s right! The feeling of being drunk is not obvious! In this case, what''s the point of drinking alcohol?"

    ¡°Burp¡­¡±

    Two drunk small yers shouted. Not far away from them, Ya Ya stuck out her tongue, holding a cup in her hand with a look of disgust. "Yucky, it turns out that wine is bitter!"

    Teng Teng nced at her: "Have you never drunk it in real life?"

    Ya Ya shook her head repeatedly. "Alcohol allergy... I didn¡¯t know it would taste so bad. I don''t regret it anymore."

    Autumn Leaves, who had run back to her camp to call people, ran back with everyone.

    Looking up at the liveliness and prosperity of the celebration, the eyes of these nomads were full of curiosity, surprise, and deep envy!

    Grilled meat!

    Pancakes!

    And wine!

    It was simply too luxurious!

    Not far away, Bull and Horse Squad, Old Brother Mole, and other yers who formed a group to raid the "greenhouse ruins" were pulling a wagon full of spoils back.

    Looking at the lively scene at the north entrance, everyone was stunned for a moment. But soon the VMs on their arms received an active pop-up window, and they were instantly dumbfounded.

    "What the hell, what''s going on?" "

    ¡°Victory banquet?!"

    "There was a war campaign?! What the fuck! It¡¯s already over?!"

    Looking at the confused faces of old acquaintances, Hold_the_sword_execution who was holding the skewers and a cup of beer, said with a smile. "It''s over! Bett Street is our ce from now on!"

    Night Ten came back to his senses and asked immediately. "It''s our territory? What the fuck? Did you get any good loot drops?"

    Hold_the_sword_execution shook his head. "No, but the quest rewards are not bad. There are 50 silver coins. I don''t know if the rules of war campaigns have been changed, or if the reward rules for invasion and defense are different, there is no auction this time. We only received money and contribution points, and there was a chance to draw a lottery. The lottery mechanism is a bit interesting, but there wasn¡¯t any good prize. I guess the gamepany just wants to test the loot box system. But anyway, I don''t understand it very well."

    Old White nced at therge amount of skewers in his hand. Obviously, this was not an amount that could be finished in a while.

    "Aren''t you going to work during the day? Why aren''t you offline?"

    Hold_the_sword_execution said with a smile. "Tomorrow is Saturday, I¡¯m off."

    "You guys have weekends off!" Old White looked envious, "That¡¯s so nice.¡±

    "There¡¯s not much to do, and we don¡¯t get paid a lot, so it¡¯s a really boring job. Sometimes I even feel that there is no point for me to be in the office." Hold_the_sword_execution, who was drinking beer and eating meat, suddenly sighed and expressed the aspirations of many yers, "If only I could be online 24 hours a day!"

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 Chapter 127: Laying Down the Law

    Xia Yan was totally wasted.

    Taking the advantage that Chu Guang was distracted by other matters, the woman actually took out all the money she had to buy alcohol.

    She always spent money like there was no tomorrow. It always made Chu Guang wonder how she was able to survive for so long.

    <em>But...</em>

    <em>This also seemed to be the most realistic portrayal of the wastnders.</em>

    Even if tomorrow was hell, they would still live in the present moment without any worries!

    "Burp... I can still drink!" Xia Yan, with long red hair scattered on her shoulders, murmured while holding a cup.

    "No one¡¯s stopping you." Gently pushing Xia Yan¡¯s head that had leaned against his shoulder to the armrest beside her, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the bench at the North Gate Market, took a sip of the wine. After tasting the slightly astringent sweetness, he smacked his lips and stopped.

    Because of the psychological shadow in his previous life, he restrained himself and did not drink too much. After all, if he drank too much again, he might just die again! Moreover, he did not have the confidence that he would be able to respawn.<em>Temperance is a higher virtue than kindness.</em>

    <em>It¡¯s totally not because I¡¯m afraid or anything.</em>

    Chu Guang thought to himself.

    In the distance, the nomads also joined the celebration of the yers. Those who were able to sing and dance quickly won the apuse and cheers of the yers.

    "Sir¡­ Although I don¡¯t want to ruin your mood, the food we consumed today was a bit too much. The raw meat at the special offer stall is almost sold out, and there is not much grain left." Walking to Chu Guang, Luca bowed and said cautiously, "Those nomads used all the silver coins you gave them to buy shofar potatoes, and they didn¡¯t use them in celebrations after they bought them, they brought them back to their tribe."

    There was another thing he didn¡¯t dare to mention. That was how the yers were such big eaters and they were eating too damn much! It was as though they wanted to fill their stomachs up with two meals in the span of one.

    However, the status of the shelter residents was higher than his, and Luca, who had the concept of superiority and inferiority carved into his bones, dared not overstep the slightest, so he could only pick on the faults of the nomads.

    "It¡¯s fine, the banquet won¡¯t be held every day." Chu Guang smiled lightly, "Taking these things out is exactly to make everyone happy. So don¡¯t worry, I know what I¡¯m doing."

    For those yers, it¡¯s just a game after all. Therefore, it was important to make them happy.

    The day just happened to be one that was worthy of celebration, so taking some materials out to hold an event for the yers would also help to boost morale and improve the server environment.

    There were always people on the forumsining that Wastnd Online was not a casual game.

    He wanted to use this opportunity to prove them wrong.

    Judging by how the yers looked, they were having a lot of fun.

    Seeing that his master said so, Luca stopped talking, bowed his head respectfully and left.

    ...

    "<em>Bleghhh</em>, I can¡¯t drink anymore."

    "Then don¡¯t drink it."

    "Water..."

    "Stop moving around, and stay still."

    Carrying Xia Yan back to the shelter, Chu Guang She threw her on the bed, and left her crutches on the side of her bed.

    Her pupils were dted, her eyes were blurred, and her cheeks were redder than her hair, spreading all the way to her earlobes. The button on her neckline was scraped open, revealing her corbone and the top half of her bosoms.

    Chu Guang covered her with a quilt.

    <em>Seriously. This woman¡¯s alcohol tolerance is hot garbage.</em>

    Do the pubs in Boulder Town sell boiled water or something?

    Chu Guang had heard her bragging more than once about how much she could drink, but it seemed that she was merely exaggerating.

    Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the room, blinked and looked at the other side of the room curiously. "Did she drink?"

    She had tasted wine once, and only once. It was brought by her elder sister-inw from her home when she married into the Yu Family.

    She still remembered the taste to this day. It was astringent and bitter, and it wasn¡¯t delicious at all.

    Her dad also said that when she got married, he would also prepare a bottle for her to be taken to her husband¡¯s home. But she didn¡¯t want to drink it at all, it would be nice if it could be reced by candy...

    "Mhm, she drank too much," Chu Guang put a bottle of milk on the table, "if she wakes upter and asks for water, give her this... Please look after her."

    Xiaoyu nodded vigorously and said seriously, "Mhm! Leave it to me!"

    <em>Such a good kid.</em>

    <em>It would be nice if everyone at the shelter was as well-behaved and sensible as Xiaoyu.</em>

    That way, he would be able to focus on getting more yers.

    Resisting the urge to stroke her head, Chu Guang rewarded her with a chocte-vored lollipop and instructed her to keep it for the next day. He turned back to the lobby and turned on hisputer.

    As always, he took a look at the forum first.

    The vast majority of yers had already gone offline, and there were only some newbies cleaning up their final tasks, and Lifestyle Profession yers who were trying toplete the orders they had taken.

    Chu Guang nced at the posts on the forum.

    As expected, just a few minutes after he carried Xia Yan back to the shelter, those idiots began to spread rumors about him again.

    Tail: Breaking news! I saw the administrator carrying the Weapon Shop Owner back to the shelter! (£à?¡ä)¦·

    Mosquito: Shocked! The real Weapon Shop Owner is actually our administrator!

    Elf Wang: I even saw them enter the same room!

    Quit Bullshit: Right, right! They were in there for ten minutes straight!

    Night Ten: OMO, the administrator onlysts ten minutes?

    Irene: Your discussion made me feel like I missed an update. You can just tell me how old their child is. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Escaping Mole: Is there anyone here brilliant in adding details? Mosquito said that he is willing to spend some cash.

    Mosquito: No money, no money. I went bankrupt today. QAQ

    Escaping Mole: Sigh, you¡¯repletely useless! Do I have to do everything myself?

    Night Ten: Old Brother Mole is awesome! (Cracking voice!)

    Seeing the group of idiots begin to make up fake details, Chu Guang, who was browsing the forum, couldn¡¯t hold back anymore. He quickly sent something else into the conversation.

    Light: You guys need to stop. Other than that kind of pictures, this kind of text is also not allowed.

    Escaping Mole: Damnit! I¡¯m going to write outside! Brothers, follow me!

    Night Ten: Go! Go! Go!

    Tail: Let¡¯s Go!(£à?¡ä)¦·"

    "..." Chu Guang was struck speechless.

    In addition to those non-serious posts, there were also serious discussions on the forum.

    For example, a neer named Spring Water Commander shared his experience of getting drunk in the game all the way until he was disconnected in his post, as well as his imagination.

    "This is shocking! The drunk effect of this game is too real. It turns out that if you drink too much, you will get disconnected! After a wave of rational analysis, I think that when you need to temporarily log off in the game, you can finish a whole bottle of vodka. "

    This idea seems good, but the yer obviously forgot to think about how he would return after being disconnected. If they were too drunk, they probably wouldn¡¯t be able to return to the game any time soon. Also, even if they did, they would suffer from a debuff that made them dizzy.

    Sure enough, someoneined at the bottom of the post.

    Construction Boy: Don¡¯t listen to what this guy said, the debuff willst for more than two hours! You won¡¯t be able to get into the game for two hours after drinking. And the most important thing is... After you get drunk, you might even pee your pants! If you want to embarrass yourself, you can try it. I don¡¯t dare to do it anyway. T.T

    Night Ten: Using alcohol to log out of the game is some. Brother, you should ask Boss Yaya for a mushroom, it¡¯s much faster that way. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: Shut up! You this is nder! When have I ever sold poisonous mushrooms?! (`§¥¡ä*)9

    Irene: Scared. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Although drinking will cause a series of debuffs, the experience from drunk to ckout is not as realistic as it was in real life. However, everyone still had rave reviews about the fact that they could drink in Wastnd Online.

    Especially some yers who were allergic to alcohol. In reality, they did not dare to drink a drop of alcohol. In the game, they finally experienced the feeling of being drunk once.

    Although¡­ Everyone said that experiencing it once in their life was enough. Also, fighting with the connection problem to enter Wastnd Online was too much.

    Aside from the discussion of the celebration, the discussion on the forum wasrgely focused on the task of where they liberated Baker Street.

    Some smart yers found some interesting things after carefully observing the NPCs.

    Those NPCs were so intelligent that they were like living people, each with their own unique life trajectory.

    And this trajectory was also different from <em>Red Dead Redemption</em>, it was not pre-programmed, but it seemed more like it had been calcted in real time.

    If it weren¡¯t for too many unscientific exnations, they would not be able to help themselves but suspect that those NPCs were all yed by customer service assistants.

    Just like the staff of escape rooms, or dungeon masters of a Murder Mystery Game.

    Eye Owe Money: This game is too real! Although it is a selling point, sometimes it is very troublesome if it is too real. This is the first time that I have seen a game asking yers to build a novice vige. And it¡¯s not only building houses, but the NPCs in the vige also have to be discovered by yers before they can be a part of the game.

    Old White: Haha, isn¡¯t this very interesting? Watching the game world change bit by bit because of us¡­ Isn¡¯t it better than simply farming monsters?

    The earliest outpost had nothing but a broken building. It was also surrounded by dense trees in all directions.

    With all their hard work, there were not only city walls, trenches, but also full granaries and warehouses. Level B2 of the shelter has also been unlocked, and the administrator has also been equipped with legendary armor.

    Thinking that he had a share of the credit, the sense of achievement and pride Old White was feeling was so full that it was about to overflow.

    <em>Virtual reality games are too awesome!</em>

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao, how is this interesting? I suggest you y a few more games to gain more knowledge, so as not to appear too ignorant. Have you yed the <em>Elder Scrolls 5</em>? You retards probably haven¡¯t even heard of it, right? The NPCs and yers in Morrowind were once ughtered by this lord alone, and eventually the GM had to chat with me privately, begging me to be merciful. To thank me, not only did they remove my red name status, but they also gave me a year of VIP status.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Gale: Haha, Brother, do you think anyone would believe you?

    Old White: Hahaha! Let¡¯s not ruin this little brother¡¯s mood. Let him keep talking.

    Elf Wang: Sigh, I suddenly felt that it¡¯s better not to have the public beta. Otherwise, if a group of trollse in, I feel like I won¡¯t be able to enjoy the game anymore. T.T

    Night Ten: You are worrying too much, you think children will y this game? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Ample Time: It¡¯s good to release the test qualifications slowly now, but the gamepany also has to make money. The public beta is a matter of time, and it depends on how the gamingpany will handle it.

    Lightning Professor: Seriously guys, can you not give the gamepany some bad suggestions? I haven¡¯t got the qualification yet! T.T

    Night Ten: There are a lot of people waiting in line, please be patient. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    ...

    The next day.

    The messenger from Brown Farm brought the promised gifts.

    A total of 1.5 tons of grain was stuffed into four caravans, pulled by two-headed cows, and delivered to the warehouse gate of the outpost.

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect Brown Farm to keep cattle as well.</em>

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought about it.

    Not knowing what the messenger saw from the gazes of the administrator, he was so frightened that he didn¡¯t dare to wait for a second. After getting the promise of maintaining the friendly rtionship, he immediately took the ves and rushed back to Brown Farm.

    After sending away the messenger, it was already noon. Yu Hu rushed to the outpost from Baker Street with a handwritten letter from Old Charlie.

    The envelope contained thews he drafted overnight.

    Chu Guang nced at it, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he signed his name and indicated the date. With that, the document would take effect from then on.

    Establishing thew was the first step in establishing order. The first draft did not need to be tooplicated. It would be best if it was simple enough even illiterate scavengers would understand what to do.

    As for the regtions subdivided into various fields and industries, as well as the detailed interpretation uses of variousws¡­ Those could be further regted in subsequent implementations.

    Just like the yer¡¯s Handbook that has been updated to version 4.0, it told everyone what could be done and what couldn¡¯t be done. In the earliest version 1.0, there were only a few lines written on it.

    At present, Baker Street was only a small vige with more than 100 households, and Old Charlie had enough time to explore the rules suitable for survivors in the wastnd.

    Chu Guang believed that Old Charlie waspetent enough to be the town mayor of Baker Street.

    The old butler knew enough about Baker Street, so it shouldn¡¯t be a difficult task for him.

    In addition to the town mayor, there were also the candidates for the guard captain.

    The original guard captain was the trusted aide of the old town mayor, so naturally it was impossible to use him again. It was already kind enough not to search his house and drive him out.

    After thinking about it, Chu Guang finally decided to give the job to Yu Xiong, the eldest son of the Yu Family.

    Compared with his younger brother Yu Hu, he was more experienced, and he was more cautious than Yu Hu.

    The most important thing was that he was already married, and he would have children soon. Those who were married would always be more stable than those who were not.

    The original guards on Baker Street had been disbanded and there were no defenses at all. To avoid chaos, new guards had to be recruited as soon as possible.

    Considering that Baker Street was too far from the yer¡¯s resurrection point, they could only select guards from the local poption.

    In the follow-up work, the guard captain not only needed to maintainw and order on Baker Street, but also needed to organize patrols to remove high-threat mutants near them.

    Patrols could be made up by mixing yers and NPCs, and he would be able to do stuff like that by releasing missions.

    Chu Guang nned to repair the wall of Baker Street when they had extra building materials, so as to amodate more survivors.

    Of course, the current top priority was to develop the stronghold in Linghu Wend Park.

    Although the broadcast he heard at the old leech¡¯s house was full of static, it still revealed some useful information.

    Unrest appeared to be intensifying in the northern River Valley Province, with more people migrating from the north to the south.

    If the news was urate, Linghu Wend Park, located at the gateway to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, would soon wee a new wave of refugees.

    For the budding outpost, it would undoubtedly be a serious test!

 Chapter 128: LV10, Second Stage of Awakening

    Night.

    Chu Guang had a nightmare.

    In his nightmare, he was covered with fur and had turned into a bear. In order to avoid hunters, he ran desperately in the forest, tearing a Creeper with both ws along the way, pping a Cracklew Crab to death, and finally knocking out a real bear with one punch...

    <em>Wait, I can even defeat the Cracklew Crab, so why do I need to run away from hunters?</em>

    The next moment, Chu Guang woke up from his dream.

    The first thing he did after waking up was to check his body. He found that he had not changed. The only problem was that he was covered in perspiration.

    Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief.

    <em>So close!</em>

    Propping up his body with both hands, Chu Guang was about to sit up from the bed. But for some reason, he failed to control his strength. He actuallynded on the ground after pushing off the bed.Moreover, because of the inertia, he had to make two steps forward before he could stand still. Before he realized what was going on, the bones around his body popped with the movement of his limbs.

    After stretching his body, he feltfortable all over like never before, as if every pore around his body was breathing.

    Not only that, Chu Guang also felt that both his mind and his vision was clearer than ever before. It didn¡¯t look like he had just woken up at all. Instead, he felt like he was on steroids!

    What shocked Chu Guang in particr was that, standing beside the bed, he could actually see the texture printed on the doorknob!

    Immediately realizing what was going on, Chu Guang didn¡¯t stay in the room for a moment. He went to the residents¡¯ lobby quickly, and used the medical equipment ced there to give himself a full body scan.

    As he expected, he leveled up again after waking up!

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV9¡úLV10<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong>11¡ú16<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong>6¡ú11<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong>8¡ú13<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong>7¡ú12<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong>7¡ú12<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Talent]</strong>

    <strong>[Wild Instinct]</strong>

    <strong>[Mind Deterrence: </strong>Exert psychological pressure effect on the target that is weaker than the user, weakening their will to resist.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>The second stage!</em>

    And all his attributes increased by 5 points!

    "Holy shit, this is incredible."

    <em>I can even level up while lying down!</em>

    Looking at the medical examination results on the VM screen, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t stop himself from smiling.

    Sure enough, as he guessed, LV10 was a bottleneck. Once the development progress of the gic sequence broke through, they would experience a qualitative leap in strength!

    "All attributes increased by 5 points, and an extra talent...Is this what the native people in the wastnd call the awakening?" Chu Guang still remembered that he first heard this word from Hein from Red River Town.

    In his fight with Bear, Bear, who had been forced into desperate straits underwent something simr to mutation. If what he guessed was correct, that should have been an awakening.

    Shelter 404, however, seemed to call this phenomenon the second stage of the gic sequence.

    Unlike Bear, who awakened naturally, his appearance and traits did not change significantly due to his awakening.

    The only change that could be felt was that he became stronger, his thinking became faster, his perception of the surrounding environment turned more sensitive, his increased reaction speed, and his greater immunity and resilience.

    Chu Guang roughly spected that the bonuses provided by the second stage of different sequences should be different, and the talents that would be unlocked should also be different. For example, the strength type would grow stronger and develop something rted to it, while agility types would have faster reaction speeds.

    However, that was all just spection.

    At present, in the entire shelter, he was the only person to reach the second stage. The yers in the Bull and Horse Squad, the fastest leveling group, were only at the peak of LV7.

    As for what the other sequences were like, he could only know when they got to LV10.

    Anyway, Chu Guang was quite satisfied with the second stage of the Administrator gic sequence he held.

    With all his attributes increased by 5 points, Chu Guang directly changed into a mighty warrior whose stats were extremely well bnced. Coupled with the skill that "strikes fear into the enemy¡¯s heart," he felt that he was already invincible!

    At this moment, footsteps came from the corridor on the side.

    Yawning, Xia Yan, who had just woken up, walked out of the room with a cane between her arms.

    Looking at Chu Guang who was giggling with VM in his arms, she was stunned for a moment, and muttered softly, "What are you looking at? And why are you smiling like this?"

    The smile on Chu Guang¡¯s face quickly disappeared. He raised his head, looked towards Xia Yan, and stared into her eyes.

    The two looked at each other.

    The air was quiet for a few seconds.

    Xia Yan¡¯s pale cheeks gradually turned red.

    "Psy-Psycho." Xia Yan turned her head and walked away with a cane.

    Watching Xia Yan slowly walk towards the airlock room, Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought for a moment. Then he suddenly looked at the bin squatting in the corner who was charging.

    "Little Seven."

    The signal light above the robot¡¯s head lit up, and Little Seven raised its camera. "Yes, Master."

    Chu Guang continued, "Is she scared?"

    Little Seven seemed to be stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, it said weakly, "Although her blood pressure, heart rate, and heat dissipation increased slightly, Little Seven felt that... Weren¡¯t you expecting the effects?¡±

    "..."

    <em>Okay.</em>

    <em>Maybe I¡¯m too handsome, so I don¡¯t look so intimidating.</em>

    <em>In this case, this skill seems to be a bit useless.</em>

    ¡­

    Baker Street.

    The square in front of the castle was crowded with people.

    The residents of Baker Street were called over early in the morning, and many of them had just woken up, with nk or curious looks on their faces.

    For the residents living on Baker Street, many had never been here in their entire lives.

    The old town mayor¡¯s family didn¡¯t like to see the poor people, so every time they got closer, they would be chased away by the guards patrolling nearby.

    But it was different now, the old town mayor¡¯s family had been driven away!

    Although a new town mayor had juste to power, at least he was someone they knew! He was always more cordial than the vampire they had never met.

    Facing the many gazes, Old Charlie took out a signed and dated piece of paper from his arms, cleared his throat, and dered. "Starting today, Baker Street¡¯s first legition wille into force! It will protect the legitimate rights and interests of all Baker Street residents."

    "Thews are very simple. Those whomit murder intentionally will be hanged; those who cause minor injuries in a fight will be sentenced to imprisonment for more than one year and hardbor, and those who cause serious injuries in a fight will be sentenced to imprisonment for more than three years and hardbor. Those who steal and destroy the property of others will be sentenced to imprisonment, hardbor and caning depending on the amount involved..."

    Old Charlie read about twenty or so rules, but most people could understand only a dozen or so.

    The people in the square looked at each other.

    <em>Legition?</em>

    Many of them heard the strange word for the first time.

    Although Baker Street also had guards before, but the guards never dealt with the disputes of the residents. They were only responsible for the security of the castle and the walls.

    Over the years, there had been no murders, but fights often happened; however, no one had ever been seriously injured before.

    After all, life was already very difficult, and no one wanted to offend others easily. Even if it was not out of moral constraints, everyone would weigh the pros and cons of the consequences of disrupting the order.

    As for stealing...

    Was digging up shofar potatoes from someone else¡¯s door considered stealing?

    What kind of punishment would they receive?

    Seeing that the residents were looking at each other, Old Charlie knew what they were thinking, but he didn¡¯t give any exnation.

    There was no need to exin. After all, they would not be able to understand things that were too difficult.

    Something like thew was meaningless on paper. Only after it was strictly enforced once, would people naturally weigh the consequences of breaking it.

    After a pause, Old Charlie continued. "Starting today, Baker Street¡¯s official currency will be silver coins and copper coins, which can be used to buy food, daily necessities, clothes and other supplies at grocery stores operated by the Subdistrict Office. Chips can still be used, but only for food and salt purchases. In addition, scavenging and hunting rewards will no longer be paid with chips. The current exchange rate of chips and silver coins is temporarily set to one chip for one silver coin, and after one month, one chip can only be exchanged for 5 copper coins. "

    As soon as the voice fell, discussions filled the square.

    "Chips don¡¯t work anymore?"

    "Why are we changing to silver coins and copper coins..."

    "Yeah! I¡¯ve never heard of silver coins and copper coins."

    "Do you want to use silver or copper coins?"

    "No!"

    "Only a fool will change currencies!"

    When saying this, many people were secretly observing the expression on Old Charlie¡¯s face.

    They thought Old Charlie was going to panic. However, to the disappointment of those people, Old Charlie didn¡¯t take theirints to heart at all, and still had that calm face, as if he hadn¡¯t heard it at all.

    On the other hand, Yu Hu, who was standing in the crowd, was even more anxious than Old Charlie.

    Unlike other residents of Baker Street, he has seen those silver coins and copper coins. The blue coats in the wend park also used these coins to buy things, and they could be used to buy a lot of good things.

    Now that some people said that only fools would use chips to exchange for those silver coins, how could he bear it?

    However, just when he was about to exin, Yu Xiong, who was standing beside him, immediately stopped him.

    "Elder Brother, what are you stopping me for?"

    Yu Xiong said in a serious tone, looking at the angry younger brother and shaking his head. "What¡¯s the point of telling them apart from getting into an argument?"

    Yu Hu looked worried. "But¡­"

    "There are no buts here. You think Big Brother Chu wouldn¡¯t know how they would react? Since he made this decision, he must have his thoughts and ns. As for us, we just need to do our part well. Otherwise, you might end up causing a lot of trouble instead of helping him!¡±

    After being reprimanded by his elder brother, Yu Hu finally calmed down.

    He didn¡¯t realize it before, but after hearing what Yu Xiong said, it seemed to make sense.

    How would a smart person like Chu Guang not know how they would react?

    Having figured this out, Yu Hu suddenly rxed. Looking at the troublemakers who were yelling that they would not exchange their chips for silver coins no matter what, he thought that they were fools.

    <em>Hehe.</em>

    <em>Just you wait!</em>

    When I go back, I will rece all the chips at home with silver coins. We will see who will suffer losses in the end.

    The old man of Yu Hu and Yu Xiong was silent, but he obviously had his own idea in mind.

    "There¡¯s no hurry to change the chips." Using the index finger to tap the eldest son¡¯s arm, Old Yu said in a low voice.

    "If some people choose to exchange for silver coins but change their mindster, we can exchange the chips with them... In that way, we should be able to trade for more."

    Yu Xiong was dazed for a moment, immediately understood what his father meant, and nodded.

    "Okay!"

    After leaving enough time for the surrounding residents to discuss, Old Charlie spoke slowly and continued to talk about other arrangements.

    For example, there was the matter of the guards.

    Although the original guard was disbanded, Baker Street could not be left unguarded.

    Yu Xiong, the eldest son of the Yu Family, was temporarily appointed as the captain of the guards. At the same time, 15 young people under the age of 35 and over 14 were openly recruited to form a new guard team.

    The daily job of the guard was to patrol and stand along the walls of Baker Street. They would also be required to do some training.

    The work intensity was not high, and they didn¡¯t have to risk their lives. At least standing behind the safety of the wall was safer than going to the ruins to scavenge waste and hunting.

    As for the reward, in addition to food and amodation, the Subdistrict Office would also pay each guard a monthly sry.

    Currently, they would be paid 50 silver coins and the number may rise in the future.

    Although there was no specific concept of the purchasing power of silver coins, ording to Old Charlie, at the grocery store operated by the Subdistrict Office, one silver coin could be exchanged for half a kilogram of shofar potatoes or green wheat.

    50 silver coins a month would mean that they could get their hands on 25 kilograms of food.

    Part of the money could also be exchanged for salt at the grocery store, or other daily necessities, which waspletely enough for one family!

    After Old Charlie was done talking, many people showed eager expressions on their faces, nning to sign upter.

    If selected, they won¡¯t have to worry about starving all winter long!

    "... In addition, Baker Street Central Castle will open a welfare school, currently offering two courses in literacy and numeracy."

    "All kids over the age of 6 and under the age of 14 mustplete two semesters of the course. During this period, the school will provide a free lunch to the enrolled students."

    ¡°Young people older than 14 can sign up for the adult ss from 7:00 to 9:00 pm without any charge. Anyone who is able to graduate from those two courses will be eligible for employment in the Subdistrict Office."

    Compared to the recruitment of the guards, obviously, the vast majority of Baker Street residents were not very interested in the so-called school, and didn¡¯t see it as a benefit.

    Whatever the case, things like free meals were still very attractive. Even if they only provided meals to children, it would save every family some food for the winter.

    Whether or not the residents of Baker Street were interested in literacy and numeracy, literacy rate must be increased.

    Establishing order was the first step, getting rid of ignorance was the second. Only after these two steps had been well taken care of can the foundation beid for further work.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Looking at the survivors with ignorance written on their faces, Old Charlie sighed softly in his heart.

    <em>There is still a long way to go.</em>

    After all the arrangements were exined, Old Charlie immediately announced the dismissal of the meeting.

    Except for those who were nning to sign up to be the guards, the rest of the residents went back to their homes.

    Many people had to go out huntingter, and before it waspletely dawn, they hurried home to pack up their equipment.

    On their way home, Wang Defu, the third son of the Wang family,ined angrily. "Why should someone from the Yu Family be the captain of the guards? There are only two men in their family, why!"

    Not only was he dissatisfied, but his two older brothers were obviously not very happy either.

    Especially his big brother Wang Biao.

    Until Old Charlie opened his mouth to announce the selection of the captain of the guards, he had a gleeful look on his face.

    After all, he thought he was Old Charlie¡¯s confidant.

    However, when Old Charlie announced the selection of the captain of the guards, he felt that the whole world turned dark in an instant. His expression became even more ugly than eating poo-poo.

    <em>Why?</em>

    Obviously, he was the one who risked his life to deliver the letter to the Bloodhand n, and he was clearly the one who kept his mouth shut and kept the secret that Bloodhand n had been destroyed for Old Charlie.

    In the end, the captain of the guards was actually given to a member of the Yu Family.

    After hearing this arrangement, he felt that the few chips in his pocket were no longer that valuable...

 Chapter 129: We Made No Losses

    Of course Wang Biao didn¡¯t know that the position of captain of the guards was not arranged by Old Charlie. He just announced it on behalf of Chu Guang.

    After all, the guards were nominally affiliated with the Subdistrict Office, protecting the entire poption of Baker Street.

    In reality, however, Shelter 404 had already taken over control of Baker Street.

    Whether it was the mayor of the town or the captain of the guards, they were actually appointed by the administrator of Shelter 404 personally...

    ¡­

    On the VMs of all the yers of Shelter No. 404 appeared a summary of the day¡¯s information.

    <strong>[Today¡¯s news]</strong>

    1. Yesterday evening, someone witnessed the traces of Cracklew Crabs on thekeside, fishermen, please be careful when fishing by theke.

    2. The situation in the northern part of the River Valley Province continues to be turbulent. If you find arge number of refugees, please report to the administrator immediately.3. Goblin Technology is currently selling the limited edition of wastnd punk costumes. They are riddled with holes to show the muscrity of wastnd men! There are only 7 pieces in total, buy it while stocksst! <em>(This notice is a paid advertisement, and the other advertisement space is avable for long-term rental. Please contact the administrator¡¯s assistant if you need it.)</em>

    <strong>[New food varieties in the outpost: </strong>Corn and Beets.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipes:</strong> Quesadis and raw beet juice.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[A new reserve material item in the warehouse: </strong>Granted Sugar.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Daily Tips: </strong>ording to the divination of the Weapon Shop Owner, if you explore north, you will have good luck. But please remember not to go too far alone. Corpse running is a very painful task!<strong>]</strong>

    ¡­.

    The sun slowly rose.

    The early morning light sprinkled on the snow, illuminating a series of footprints that only spread out from the nursing home.

    yers who had already decided where to go left the outpost in groups of three or five, while those who had not decided where to go stayed in the square.

    There were a lot of newbies who had just entered the game.

    Because everything in front of them was too shocking, they were dumbfounded at first, then danced with excitement, and some even lost their minds.

    Some yers knelt on the ground and excitedly stuffed snow into their mouths.

    Of course, that was a slightly more sensible reaction. At least they only wanted to try the taste of snow, and it was not some embarrassing thing like trying to strip naked like some fools when they first came online.

    As for the yers who were doing something that would make other people wish they were blind, in order to prevent them from making a fool of themselves, Chu Guang would force them to go offline for 10 minutes before allowing them to log back into the game again.

    In any case, it was another beautiful and hopeful day.

    "I¡¯m changing my gear! So I¡¯m selling my second-hand revolver rifle for 90 silver coins. If you need it, please PM me!¡±

    ¡°Boss! I¡¯m a newbie! How long will it take to earn 90 silver coins?"

    "Very quick. If you¡¯re lucky, two to three days. If you have bad luck, it might take a week. You first need to find an old yer of the same gic sequence toplete the task of Passing The Torch. When you reach LV1, you will have the ability to protect yourself. The reward you get will be enough to buy a set of hunting equipment."

    "Are there any perception type yers? We are heading north to explore the wastnd! Anyone who is interested, please PM me!"

    "Oh my god! Have you seen the VM¡¯s push notifications today? The devs finally remembered to add to our recipes!"

    "<em>Wuu Wuu</em>¡­ Finally, there is a new food! Lifestyle Profession yers can cry with joy now!"

    "Speaking of which, the price of corn and beets is so expensive. They are twice as much as green wheat and shofar potatoes."

    "Maybe green wheat and shofar potatoes are easy to grow..."

    "When will Makka Pakka¡¯s Greenhouse Farm open? Why is there only a sign by theke but no movement?"

    "I don¡¯t know. But I think when the Greenhouse Ruins are cleared, maybe his greenhouse will go bankrupt."

    "Hahahaha, this is so sad."

    At present, the progress of the raid in the Greenhouse Ruins has reached the final stage.

    The Bull and Horse Squad had sessfully reached the gate on the first floor, and the gate was activated to cut off the connection between the ground floor and the other floors.

    That way, Devil Moths could no longer get reinforcements from other floors.

    The rest of the job was to weed out the ones that slipped through the.

    ording to the post posted by Ample Time on the official website forum, they would be able to clear it in one day if they hurried. But if they took things slowly, two days would be more than enough.

    At that time, the constant temperature nting units full of psychoid leaves on the first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins could also be reused.

    ...

    Just as the yers happily started the new day¡¯s work, Chu Guang, who had given the opening speech to the neers, turned around and went back to the shelter. He opened the Administrator Menu in the system, and confirmed his rewards.

    These days, the yers¡¯ performance has been quite diligent, and in a blink of an eye, he managed to umte 137 reward points!

    It was time to open loot boxes again!

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t do it right away, but went to level B2 to wash his face first. Then he chose to draw his rewards.

    From 7 basic loot boxes, he got 4 lollipops, 2 cans of canned soybeans and pork with a weight of 500 grams, and 1 packet of cumin with a content of 200 grams.

    Overall, his luck wasn¡¯t bad.

    Not to mention the two cans, the delicacies produced by the shelter had never disappointed Chu Guang. Then there was that packet of cumin, which made things even better!

    BBQ without cumin was a terrible choice!

    As for the 3 intermediate loot boxes and 1 advanced loot box, the things that came out were very ordinary, namely three packs of hemostatic bandages and an EMP grenade.

    Especially thetter, which specialized in destroying electronic equipment, had zero effect on other targets.

    After excluding friendlies, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t even find a target that could be damaged by the grenade.

    And the most useless aspect was that he could only use it once.

    100 bonus points were used to trade for something that could only be used once¡­ It was really sad.

    "Damn it, why don¡¯t you give me some more bandages?"

    It would be good to have another drone.

    Picking up the grenade from the conveyor belt while cursing, Chu Guang opened the system interface and nced at his task bar.

    The only remaining task was one to destroy the mutant human tribe that was triggered when the mutant human tribe was discovered for the first time.

    Shelter 404 had too few people at that time. With only 5 usable members, including himself, Chu Guang wisely chose to turn around and leave them alone.

    Now the poption of the outpost has doubled dozens of times, and the number of yers alone has reached 250, they were in a significantly different spot from the past.

    Looking at the 200 reward points for the quest reward, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help feeling eager for some action.

    Speaking of which, the Weapon Shop has just received another batch of goods, and the number of yers who bought guns has also reached hundreds of people. It could be said that he had a strong army.

    Wouldn¡¯t it be too unreasonable not to attack the mutant human tribe?

    It was most definitely not because he wanted to draw two more advanced loot boxes.

    The main reason was that these green-skinned brutes lived not far from his home. He would not be able to sleep well if he kept them there all the time.

    Looking at thest remaining side quest in the system interface, Chu Guang felt that it was time to take out those green-skinned brutes.

    Chu Guang immediately edited a quest with VM and sent it to the yers near the outpost without hesitation.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Attack the mutant human tribe on 76th Street (Limited to 10 members)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Briefing: </strong>The mutant human tribe on 76th Street continues to threaten the security of the outpost, and we have no room for negotiation with the barbarians. We need a swift assault to weaken their strength and figure out their true strength simultaneously. Whatever method you use, kill at least one mutant human!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level requirements: </strong>LV4 and above<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Rewards:</strong> Individuals will be rewarded with 15 silver coins for participating in this attack, and 5 silver coins for each mutant killed as a team reward.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>Mission edited and sent!</em>

    In less than half a minute, the number of people who applied to participate in this mission soared to more than 40. It was estimated that the rewards were too high, and even many Lifestyle Profession yers came to join in the fun.

    Chu Guang carefully selected 4 yers of strength type, 3 yers of agility type, 2 yers of constitution type, and 1 yer of perception type ording to their contribution and level. They formed a raid team, with the yer with the highest contribution point serving as the captain.

    Next, Chu Guang deployed the drone over the mutant human tribe and sent aerial images to the yers¡¯ VMs.

    <em>Everything is ready!</em>

    The yers who were selected quickly changed into theirbat equipment and set off towards 76th Street with their weapons on their backs.

    Looking down at the ground from the drone¡¯s perspective, Chu Guang could clearly see that yers were assembled at the entrance of 76th Street.

    Unfortunately, he couldn¡¯t control their actions through micro-maniption.

    Otherwise it would really be the same as ying those real time strategy games...

    Meanwhile, on the frontline...

    The yers gathered at the entrance of 76th Street began to formte specificbat ns based on the aerial footage received in their VMs.

    The mutant human tribe was located in a residentialmunity with a dome, so they couldn¡¯t see the situation inside. Surrounded by the ruins of high-rise buildings, the terrain was veryplex and not very essible.

    In addition, there were sentries scattered around.

    These green-skinned brutes were quite crafty, and would use bunkers for camouge. Apart from the open-air sentries photographed by the drone, there had to be others that hadn¡¯t been photographed. So they didn¡¯t know how many hidden sentries were there.

    Construction Boy was the first to break the silence. "Why don¡¯t you try the high-altitude parabolic attack? The tallest building next to it has 30 floors. We can go to the top of the building and throw stones down to kill these animals."

    Throwing a stone from the top floor of the 30th floor would be as powerful as firing a bullet. As long as they hit something, the target would either be killed or heavily injured.

    Battlefield Cheerleader grunted in response, "Good idea, but what I¡¯m not sure about now is whether there are other mutants in the high-rise building."

    Sideline cking snorted derisively, "What do you mean it¡¯s a good idea? It¡¯s the stupidest thing I heard of. The building is already broken, how will you go up? Even if you manage to get up, who do you think you can hit with such strong winds? You can¡¯t let them just stand there and let you hit, right? When the other side reacts, we will be surrounded and suppressedpletely. There will be nowhere to run being trapped in the building.

    "Then what do you think we should do?" Elf Wang asked.

    Sideline cking followed up with another exnation. "I¡¯m a perception type, I need someone with the constitution type to cooperate with me to pull hate. Wait until the mutant human is led to our ambush point, then we can shoot them till they¡¯re killed. I don¡¯t believe those green-skinned brutes will be able to withstand the 7mm in my hand!"

    Midnight Pubg interjected suddenly, "I propose we should just charge in! My big axe is already hungry for blood!"

    In the end, everyone agreed with Sideline cking¡¯s proposal.

    Eight yers were scattered behind the covers in the central area of ??76th Street, a constitution yer and a perception type yer, moving cautiously in the direction of the mutant human tribe.

    The n went smoothly.

    However, just when the two people who acted as bait walked out of the ambush point for about a hundred or two hundred meters, an ident happened.

    Neighbour Wang, who was walking in the front, identally tripped on the wire buried in the snow. Before he could react, the soda can hidden under the wreckage of the car burst open in an instant.

    Shattered shrapnel flew around, smashing the door of a wrecked car next to it.

    Neighbour Wang, who was caught between the wreckage of the two cars, didn¡¯t even have time to scream before his body was riddled with holes by the flying shrapnel, and fell to the snow covered in blood.

    The sound of the explosion reverberated on the cold 76th Street.

    Looking at the teammate who was killed on the spot, Sideline cking who was walking behind was stunned.

    <em>What the hell?</em>

    <em>Can¡¯t the perception type perceive mines?</em>

    Maybe the mines were too well hidden, and he didn¡¯t feel the slightest omen of danger.

    But in any case, since the matter hase to this point, Sideline cking acted decisively. He jumped up to recover his teammate¡¯s VM and revolver rifle, before turning around to run away.

    However, danger was still one step ahead. Just as he took two steps, a cold arrow flew from a distance and hit his thigh.

    "Fuck!"

    With his knee weakened, Sideline cking, who was running, staggered forward, and fell into the snow.

    Not bothering to check the injury of his thigh, he immediately rolled sideways and hid behind the car wreckage next to him.

    Another cold arrow quickly flew past him, scratching his shoulder, and shot into the position where he was lying on his stomach before.

    A chill went down his spine, and Sideline cking couldn¡¯t help shivering.

    If he was a little slower, probably he would go back to the official website to wait for his respawning cooldown to be over.

    Fortunately, the arrow that hit him did not hurt the artery. He grinned and broke the shaft of the arrow.

    It didn¡¯t hurt.

    It was just that the blood that was oozing out looked a little scary.

    "God damn it... I underestimated the enemy!"

    He didn¡¯t expect that the game¡¯s AI would be so smart, and these mutant humans would actuallyy traps!

    There was no fear in his heart. Instead, Sideline cking, who was leaning against the cover, became excited.

    What¡¯s the point of fighting with the mentally handicapped?

    If he could fight against the strong, even if he died, he would die without regrets!

    It was a game anyway, it won¡¯t be real death.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "<em>Arghhh! </em>Go to hell!" Grabbing his teammate¡¯s revolver rifle and sticking out of the cover, Sideline cking didn¡¯t even take a look and pulled the trigger repeatedly, aiming in the direction where the arrows came from.

    Six rounds sprayed out of his gun, but he didn¡¯t hit anyone. He didn¡¯t see anyone, so naturally, he would miss all the shots.

    However, although he didn¡¯t hit anyone, his indiscriminate shooting baited out the mutant human hidden in the shadows.

    Perhaps it was because he felt that he had pushed his prey to a desperate situation, or perhaps it was because of his confidence in his own strength, a two-meter-tall mutant human with big muscles stepped out of the shadows. He held a hunting bow in his hand and pulled the bowstring with his right hand. His ugly face was cold and ferocious, like a bloodthirsty beast.

    Sideline cking, who was leaning against the cover, couldn¡¯t help but hold his breath.

    <em>Is that really a human being?! </em>

    "Go on! What are you waiting for?"

    Shouts echoed in the street.

    Although he couldn¡¯t understand what the human was saying, the mutant human didn¡¯t take it to heart, and only regarded it as the wailing of the prey.

    <em>Keep getting closer!</em>

    However, at this moment, the sound of dense gunshots suddenly sounded from the other side of the street.

    Eight rifles 100 meters away fired at the same time, and the unsuspecting mutant human was shot twice in the chest, causing his blood to ooze out his body.

    "Ah!" Roaring in anger, the shot mutant human rolled and hid behind the bus stop sign on the side of the road.

    The little injury was nothing to him at all.

    As long as the injury was not fatal, even if his bone was broken, he would be able to recover with his powerful recovery ability.

    He drew his hunting bow and prepared to fight back, but at this moment, a cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared from the position where the guns were fired at him in the distance.

    Before the mutant human could react, the white smoke hit the trash can behind him, and then a fist-sized gadget rolled onto the snow next to him.

    After a short pause, mes shot into the sky, and the shrapnel and smoke swallowed the mutant human.

    Even so, it didn¡¯t kill the mutant human on the spot, but soon a human with an axe rushed close, screamed and shed with an axe before cutting off its head.

    "Retreat! Retreat!"

    "Cover me, I¡¯ll help Brother Sideline up!"

    "And Neighbour Wang!"

    "He¡¯s too far away, forget about him! I have already recovered his VM and gun!"

    Under the cover of the teammates, a strength type yer carried the injured Sideline cking and retreated towards the intersection of 76th Street.

    Mutant human reinforcements had arrived, so the operation could only end early.

    1 killed and 1 injured in battle, and they took out one mutant human.

    Obviously, the group of mutant humans was not as easy to deal with as imagined. They were not only proficient in urbanbat, but also knew how toy traps.

    But even so, they still managed to kill one.

    Their first wave of attack was worth it!

 Chapter 130.1: Special Weapons of the Guards

    "Fuck! Worth my ass! I¡¯ve suffered a huge loss, alright!"

    Official website forum.

    Neighbour Wang couldn¡¯t help jumping out when he saw Sideline cking and a group of non-test yers forcibly exining that trading 1 for 1 with the enemy was worth it.

    Seizing the opportunity, a certain troll took the lead to mock everyone.

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao! 10 people were fighting 1 NPC, but your group ended up having 1 killed and 1 injured? Do you even know how to y games? If I were you, I would smash my helmet and stop ying this game. What¡¯s the point of ying this game if your skills are so shit? Of course, this game doesn¡¯t exist at all. Anyway, you guys can keep talking like it¡¯s a real game, and I¡¯ll just take it as a joke.

    Irene: Just for your information, the helmet is lent to you by the gamepany for free, and you don¡¯t even need to pay the shipping fee. If you smash it, you will probably get awyer¡¯s letter. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Sideline cking: Ahem, Neighbour Wang, I¡¯m sorry. I admit that it was indeed my mistake. I didn¡¯t expect that those mutant humans would actually know how toy traps, and it was even a tripwire mine! They are so shameless! But don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve learned my mistakes! Next time, we will definitely be very steady!

    Neighbour Wang: Steady my ass! I would be a fool if I believe you!

    Midnight Pubg: This wave was indeed not worth it. In fact, it was a huge loss. After deducting the cost of one goblin rocket, which was 5 silver coins, I only got 10 silver coins from the task¡¯s base iing. Killing one mutant human only rewarded us 5 silver coins, and after we split that between 10 people, we can only get 5 copper coins each.Sideline cking: Didn¡¯t we give you that 5 silver coins reward already! Also I¡¯ve also fired my gun as well, okay!

    Midnight Pubg: Actually, I just want toin that that rocket was really useless. It didn¡¯t kill it at all. I had to rush up and use my axe to finish it off.

    Mosquito: Screw you! You were using it to fight against a mutant human, right? Why didn¡¯t you try to use it against the Cracklew Crab? The official website has already mentioned that mutant human¡¯s constitution data is above 30, the upper limit is unknown. Do you have any idea how strong the 30 points of constitution is?! Even if a yer with a constitution sequence reaches LV20, they may not be able to acquire such a high attribute! Be reasonable, bro. If it wasn¡¯t for my rocket to heavily injure the creature, do you think you would have a chance to get close to it and finish it?

    Midnight Pubg: It¡¯s still useless!

    Mosquito: Fuck you! Bring me with you next time! I will show you! (angry)

    Irene: Forget it, I¡¯m a little scared. Originally, I wanted to check it when I am resurrected tomorrow... But now, I¡¯ve changed my mind. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: Don¡¯t be a coward, Irena. I remember that you were super brave in the past. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: Stop calling me Irena! If you call me that again, I¡¯m going to fuck you up! (#£àÃó)

    7:00 PM, in the lobby of Shelter 404.

    After dinner, Chu Guang sat in front of theputer, browsing the forum as usual, to see what his yers were chatting about.

    In order to make it easier for him to spy on them more efficiently, Chu Guang asked Little Seven to help him make a table to count the most popr topics on the forum every night from 6:00 to 7:00.

    That was the time when the alpha testers were most active on the official website.

    Unsurprisingly, the mutant human tribe on 76th Street upied the top of the hot topic list, ranking first.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    This was the first time the outpost had a direct confrontation with the mutant human tribe on 76th Street.

    Most of the yers¡¯ impressions of mutant humans in the past were based on the pictures and text settings on the official website, as well as the wild imaginations ofizens based on the official information.

    Although on the surface, it was a bit embarrassing to end up like this when they were fighting 1 NPC with 10 people, Chu Guang knew very well in his heart that it was actually not that bad for them to achieve a feat like that.

    First of all, the average level of the yers who participated in the battle was LV5. In the outpost, they could only be regarded as the second echelon yers. Neither their level nor theirbat experience were considered to be the best, so it was normal that they would suffer losses.

    Then again, those green-skinned brutes were notoriously tough.

    Their extraordinary recovery ability and resistance made them almost invulnerable to all poisons. Not only that, they also had a digestive systemparable to that of a mutant hyena. When they were hungry, they could even eat a Cruncher.

    It was no exaggeration to say that they were even more adapted to the environment of the wastnd than mutants. At least in the early years, the mutants and the survivors were tortured by the harsh winter. Only those green-skinned brutes who came out from nowhere managed to leave their footprints all over the wastnd.

    Some say they were the victims of biological weapons, others say they embraced evolution, and some say they were biological weapons themselves.

    A more reliable rumor mentioned that their ancestors came from a shelter with an unknown number. Because they could not survive the desperate winter in the early days, they were forced to ept gic modification technology that had not yet been fully developed.

    In fact, aside from being a little ugly, the genes of these green-skinned brutes were still very strong. They not only had high adaptability to the wastnd environment, could live in a radiation environment for a long time and ensured the stability of gics, but also had an iron stomach that could digest almost all food.

    If they were given thousands of years to develop, it might be possible for them to rece the old humans as New Humans and be the new owners of this.

    However, mutant humans were not without weaknesses.

    Their excessivelyrge size made them have to live in taller houses, and their utilization rate of the heritage of pre-war civilization was much lower than that of human beings. Having thick fingers and underdeveloped cerebellum made it difficult for them to use their joints as flexibly and well-coordinated as humans, and they had to make more efforts to develop precision instruments... However, due to their tribal culture, this was almost impossible; even if it was some weapons like iron-barreled rifles that marauders made on their own. For mutant humans, putting ck powder in cans to make tripwire mines was almost the apex of their tech tree.

    If they had guns, they definitely obtained them from other humans. Most of the time, firearms would wear out as fast as ammunition in their hands. Those who pursued primitive violence and cold weapons would be more inclined to use axes, saws, and knives to shred their opponents and hang their intestines on their armors to intimidate foes that were still alive.

    For them, that was the most efficient way to kill their enemies!

    Plus, despite their ridiculous resilience, their head was also their weak spot.

    Even if their chests could withstand the continuous shooting of 7mm rifles and rely on their crazy resilience and toughness to quickly repair damaged muscle tissue, internal organs and bones, it would still be difficult for them to put back the jelly-like brains that had been spilled all over the ce.

    Therefore, many mutant humans would put a heavy helmet on their heads even if they were topless. If conditions permitted, they would also get some things such as doors, billboards, tank armor pieces and the like to hang on their chests, so as to protect their hearts and lungs that were not so easily recovered.

    Chu Guang noticed that Ample Time had posted a summary post, summing up the discussions and exchanges of the yers who participated in the battle that day, andprehensively analyzing the weaknesses and strengths of the mutant human tribe to provide a rtively reliable reference for the yers.

    - Let¡¯s talk about the conclusion first. This task is still very difficult for yers below LV5! Based on the panel data provided by the official website, this mutant human is equivalent to a level 20 monster in other MMORPG games at least. It¡¯s like a group of LV5 yers trying to kill a level 20 monster. This level gap is too big, so it is normal to have casualties.

    - However, Wastnd Online is a bit different from other MMORPG games, and the effect of attributes is not as direct as other games, but more simr to D&D rules. As long as you roll high enough points in a row, a goblin ying a dragon is not impossible.

    - I guess that the reason why the devs want to ce the mutant human tribe near the outpost of the novice vige should be to test whether asymmetricalbat will affect the game experience or not. After all, it is a real wastnd, and danger will not be far away from you because you are weak. If my analysis is correct, then congrattions, everyone, we are one more step closer to the open beta! We the yers have proved by practical experience that level suppression is not absolute, and high-level monsters are not invincible! Even if we can¡¯t see their health bars!

    - Of course, that being said, if you don¡¯t have any confidence in your own strength, it is best to choose whether to take this quest carefully.

    - However, opportunities alwayse with risks. If you can take out the mutant human tribe, the rewards should be very rich.

    - There are many hidden mechanisms in this game. If you are interested, I suggest you pay attention to every detail in the game!

    ...

    The next day.

    After lying in the culture chamber all night, Sideline cking¡¯s leg injury was almost healed. He tied a self-made bandage on his thigh, then gathered a group of teammates and set off from the outpost again.

    His teammates were still those from yesterday, but this time, Neighbour Wang, who was waiting to be resurrected, was reced by Mosquito.

    In order to redeem his dignity, Mosquito went all out this time. He brought arge waist-high box, and asked a strength type yer to help carry it.

    A group of men aggressively set out from the East Gate and rushed in the direction of 76th Street.

    Although Chu Guang had appropriately increased the ie of the raid mission considering the strength of mutant humans, carrying so many weapons... Would it really pay off?

    Other yers were also surprised.

    "Is Mosquito mad?"

    "Holy shit, such a big box. Does gunpowder not cost money?!"

    "This is crazy!"

    Night Ten nced at the surrounding teammates. "To be honest, I kind of want to see it."

    Gale and Old White ignored him, only Ample Time nced at him and said realistically. "To be honest, let¡¯s hurry up and clear the Greenhouse Ruins first. We don¡¯t have much time left."

    ...

 Chapter 130.2: Special Weapons of the Guards

    ...

    Although they were curious about what was in Mosquito¡¯s box, it was obvious that clearing their own dungeon was more important.

    After Ample Time and his party changed into anti-moth equipment, they also set off from the East Gate.

    The greenhouse site was at the entrance to 76th Street, so the two groups happened to be on the same way.

    After Chu Guang nced at them from the sky through the drone, he returned the control of the drone to Little Seven and went to Xia Yan¡¯s Weapon Shop.

    Since the instation of the new workbench, Xia Yan no longer made bullet casings with her hands. Putting the cut and formed rough material in the mold and starting the stamping module and punching it, then a brand-new bullet casing would be formed.

    However, punching the case was only the first step in making a bullet. To get a bullet with enough power and stable performance without jamming, it was still necessary to go through a series of tedious processes.

    In order to improve work efficiency, Xia Yan hired 2 female workers from the nomadic tribes, each with a sry of two silver coins per day, with food and amodation provided.

    One of them was responsible for filling the bullet case with propent and primer using specialized tools. Another was in charge of attaching bullets to the finished bullet cases.Xia Yan herself was controlling the professional tool on the operating workbench, processing the lead and the casing, crimping the bottom of the bullet that had been filled with gunpowder, and grooving the lead that had been embedded in the casing to ensure absolute sealing between the lead and the casing.

    After all the processes werepleted, the bullet also needed to be washed with water to wash away the metal debris on the surface of the shell.

    These metal shards that cannot be seen by the naked eye had a small chance of causing jams and affecting the shooting uracy.

    However, even after so many processes, the bullets produced still cannot bepared with those produced by professional assembly lines.

    But for yers, this kind of punched bullet was much morefortable to use than the rolled bullets that Xia Yan made by low-speed punching using a small awl.

    At least, there were no pitted dents on the casings of these bullets, and they did not need to worry about jamming in the middle of a battle.

    "What¡¯s the matter?" Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards her, Xia Yan ced a basket full of bullet casings that she had just made on the wooden table next to her.

    These bullet-making parts were enough for the two unskilled employees in the next room to be busy for a while.

    Chu Guang looked at her and asked, "How is our ammunition reserve now?"

    Xia Yan replied, "There are still 3,500 rounds of rolled bullets left. For punched bullets, including the ones you brought back from Baker Street and what I made this week, there are about 10,000 rounds in total."

    Chu Guang looked slightly surprised. "So many?"

    Shaking the bangs in front of her forehead, the corners of Xia Yan¡¯s mouth curled up a little, as if she was very proud. "A lot? It¡¯s nothing. The processing efficiency of this workbench is not bad. The processing speed will be much faster than before as long as the person is proficient at it. In addition to making bullets, I also used other materials to make 4 7mm iron-barreled rifles. It¡¯s not as good as what you bought from the merchant from Boulder Town, but there won¡¯t be a problem using it. But I have to remind you that at this rate, the copper in the warehouse may not be enough by the end of next month."

    Although her reminder was said seriously, Chu Guang didn¡¯t think too much of it.

    Baker Street was currently under the control of Shelter 404.

    If necessary, he could easily raise the price of resource recovery and send Baker Street scavengers to go deep into the city within the fifth-ring to collect resources.

    In addition, he could also mobilize local survivors through Old Charlie to form a scavenger team, and under the escort of the yers, those survivors could go to those dangerous areas that they would not normally approach to scavenge.

    "Don¡¯t worry about this, I will arrange for people to increase the collection of resources." After a pause, Chu Guang continued. "In addition, I n to train a group of guards to maintainw and order at the outpost. I need about 15 iron-barreled rifles¡­ Mhm, it is best to finish within a week. If the time is not enough, the work of making bullets can be dyed for a while."

    "Guards?" Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a strange look and joked, "Who can fight better than your yers?"

    "They¡¯re different." Chu Guang shook his head. He still hasn¡¯t figured out how to exin the difference between NPC guards and yer guards, so he didn¡¯t exin it at all. "In short, it¡¯s not good for yers to do the same job for a long time. They are working for us not for money, but for fun."

    The tasks of standing guard at the gate and patrolling outside were generally done by neers. Old yers wouldn¡¯t care about that little profit.

    At present, the release speed of the new version was quite fast, and new yers were constantlying in, so there was no need to worry that these basic positions were not filled.

    But if the influx of refugees continued,w and order could quickly be a big problem.

    It was obviously unrealistic to expect that the work of maintainingw and order would bepletely handed over to the yers. Besides, this was not what they were good at.

    Chu Guang nned to recruit some survivors from the brick factory to form a fixed standing guard to maintainw and order in the area of ??the outpost.

    Their weapons didn¡¯t need to be too good and powerful. All it needed was to deter the enemy!

    At the same time, those NPCs were also a constraint for yers.

    After all, no matter how good Little Seven¡¯s eyesight was, it could only be used as a tool for supervision and adjudication, and its deterrence was definitely not as good as a group of guards with rifles and armbands.

    When the number of yers increases, those guards would definitelye in handy.

    "Fun?" Xia Yan¡¯s eyes widened, and she murmured, "What kind of fun do they get out of it?!"

    <em>Some people actually feel happy about working?!</em>

    <em>This doesn¡¯t make sense!</em>

    "You won¡¯t understand, anyway, you just need to do as I say."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <em>How can I understand if you don¡¯t say it?</em>

    Xia Yanined silently in her heart, but she didn¡¯t want to confront her boss, so she nodded obediently.

    "Okay, 15 guns, right? It won¡¯t take a week. If I stop the bullet-making work, I can get it done in three or four days. By the way, what caliber do you want? Bolt-action or revolver? Is the 7mm iron-barreled rifle hanging on the wall okay?"

    "7mm caliber, bolt-action type is fine, but I have some requirements on the appearance." With that, Chu Guang raised his arm and swiped the VMwith his index finger, and sent a drawing downloaded from the Inte to Xia Yan¡¯s VM.

    Looking at the picture on the screen, Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, her expression a strange one.

    Thick and long frame, heavy receiver and magazine, pure wooden stock.

    Although the shape did look a little more beautiful than the iron-barreled rifle on the wall, and it was full of barbaric power as a whole, she really couldn¡¯t think of the meaning of designing a gun like that.

    The gun looked too heavy. She wondered if it was so they could use it to smash their enemies.

    "I don¡¯t understand it... I won¡¯tment about the gun body. But is it really necessary for this receiver to be designed so wide?"

    Chu Guang said indifferently, "It just looks wide in appearance. As for those shy parts, you can understand it as a kind of deterrence. Anyway, it is not difficult to process, and it will not consume much materials. As for the effective structure including the barrel, receiver, spring, firing pin, it is still based on the rifle we bought from the Boulder Town merchant.¡±

    "Okay..." Xia Yan nodded helplessly.

    There was also a line of text under the picture. Was it to be engraved on the butt of the gun as the name of the weapon?

    <em>Arbiter Type I?</em>

    <em>Sounds weird...</em>

    "Mhm, I¡¯ll leave it to you then."

    After exining, Chu Guang nned to leave, but at this moment, the VM screen on his arm suddenly lit up, and a text message popped out.

    The message was from Little Seven.

    "Master, your yers seem to be in trouble!"

 Chapter 131: Encounter On 76th Street

    Outside the east gate of Wend Park, at the connection between 76th Street and the wreckage of the viaduct, the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out one after another.

    The Sideline cking group, that was the first to enter 76th Street, was ambushed by the mutant human team before they could go further.

    The 2 people walking in the front were turned into hedgehogs on the spot, and the remaining 8 people scattered and retreated. They hid behind the covers, and took out their weapons to fight back.

    Hearing the gunshotsing from the front, the Bull and Horse Squad group that came out of the park right after them immediately rushed to support.

    However, the mutant human ambushers had apparently spotted them too, and soon a few arrows were shot in their direction.

    Ample Time, who was shot in the stomach, was dragged behind the cover by Old White.

    "Dammit! If I had brought my mechanicalpound bow with me, I would¡¯ve killed these bastards already!" Ample Time scolded and stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow stuck in his stomach, but before he could reach the shaft, his hand was stopped by Old White.

    "What are you doing?" Old White said seriously. "I noticed that those mutant humans¡¯ arrows have hooks. If you pull them out, it will take out all your intestines!"

    <em>Uh...</em>Ample Time gasped.

    It wouldn¡¯t hurt, but it sounded scary.

    Crouching behind the cover next to him, Escaping Mole lit the Molotov cocktail, handed it to the strength type yer next to him, and pointed in a direction to instruct the yer to throw it out.

    The Molotov cocktail drew a beautiful parab, flying across the defensive line of the friendly army, and smashed on the position of the mutant human. Burning wood tar scattered and sttered instantly, setting up the wreckage of the old car on fire, forcing the mutant humans behind to leave the cover.

    The friendly troops in front immediately seized the opportunity and opened fire. At least a dozen bullets were fired, and the mutant humans who left cover were severely injured.

    However, it was useless to just injure them.

    The injured mutant humans were quickly dragged into the building on the side of the street by their teammates. The wounds of these green-skinned muscr men would solidify and scab at an incredible speed, and they would stand in front of them all lively again after a while.

    The only one with a gun in the Bull and Horse Squad was Night Ten. After a period of training, his shooting uracy was much better than when he first touched the gun, but if he wanted to hit the target at a distance of two or three hundred meters, it was still not an easy thing to do.

    Especially when the sneaky arrows shot from the enemy¡¯s side caused him a lot of trouble.

    He avoided several arrows with his sensitive perception. The arrows flew past him, almost scratching his ears, making him tremble with fear.

    If he was not careful, he would go back to the forum to wait for the respawning cooldown.

    "Damn it! I¡¯ve never fought such a tough opponent before!" Looking at the mutant human who waspletely fine after being shot, Night Ten, who finally hit a target, started to curse angrily.

    Thest of the Molotov cocktails had been used, and Escaping Mole shouted at the top of his voice, "We don¡¯t have guns, let¡¯s retreat!"

    These Molotov cocktails were originally reserved for moths, but now they were all used on mutant humans.

    Hearing that the teammates in the back were nning to withdraw, Sideline cking, who was trapped in front, panicked, and hurriedly shouted towards the back. "What the fuck?! Don¡¯t leave us here!"

    Ample Time, who was lying next to Old White after being hit by an arrow, scolded. "Then you gave me a fucking gun! All our equipment is not effective on those green bastards! How the fuck do you want us to help you?"

    Escaping Mole grunted suddenly, "Where¡¯s Mosquito?! How long are you going to prepare?!"

    "It¡¯s almost done!" After finally picking up his box from the corpse of his teammate, Mosquito hurriedly opened the box and took out the Tempest 0.5 Special Portable Edition from inside.

    Before he could introduce his equipment, Mosquito lit the fuze, carried the bazooka as thick as his thigh on his shoulders, aimed at the mutant human closest to him, and shouted loudly. "RPG INCOMING!"

    The tail me and white smoke from the rocket filled his mouth. A rocket was sted into the abandoned bus 50 meters away, and then burst into a cloud of orange-red fireball.

    There was no doubt about it. It possessed impressive firepower.

    Especially after learning from Midnight Pubg¡¯s mistake, Mosquito reced the high-explosive warhead with an incendiary warhead and increased the charge.

    Although it didn¡¯t directly hit the target he was aiming for, the mes that rolled up directly swallowed a mutant human, causing him to scream in pain. It rolled in the snow trying to put out the fire, but was shot dead by the yers in the front row.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Ample Time, who was hiding behind the cover, looked at the situation on the other side, frowned and said, "There are at least 10 on the other side!"

    Old White grunted in response, "Why do I feel like there are at least 20!"

    "It¡¯s unlikely to be 20 of them. If there are really that many of them, they wouldn¡¯t just shoot at us. They would¡¯ve already broken through the defensive line!" Ample Time exined.

    It was precisely because the number was not many, the other party¡¯s tactics were more sly.

    Even so, however, the situation was far from optimistic.

    There were 9 people on the Bull and Horse Squad side, all of which were equipped with anti-moth weapons, which werepletely useless against mutant humans.

    The 10 members that made up Sideline cking¡¯s team were armed with guns, but they were caught off guard at the beginning, and only 5 people were still holding their positions. The rest were either killed or wounded, and were seriously wounded enough to lose theirbat effectiveness.

    The will of the yers was very tenacious. As long as they could still move their hands, they would not stop fighting, but the gap caused by practical factors cannot be reversed by willpower alone.

    They were not dealing with one or two mutant humans, but a whole mutant human ambush team!

    This team was estimated to have been lying in ambush here for a while, waiting for them to enter their circle before engaging in battle.

    The Greenhouse Ruins raid team behind was caught in a dilemma.

    Whether it was Ample Time or Escaping Mole, it was clear in their hearts that if they continued to be locked inbat, it wouldn¡¯t end up well for them.

    But if they abandoned the teammates in front and retreated, those mutant humans would definitely charge without hesitation and take all the friendly forces in front out.

    Seeing that the ammunition was about to run out, Sideline cking sighed in his heart, took off his VM, stuffed it into a satchel made of fur, and threw it to the Ample Time group behind.

    "Take my VM back! You guys withdraw right now!"

    Night Ten reached out and picked up the satchel. He looked at Sideline cking who was putting a bay on his rifle in front of him, and said in surprise.

    "Damn, brother, are you crazy?! Fighting mutant humans with a bay?!"

    Gritting his teeth, Brother Sideline shouted with a tragic expression, looking at the beloved gun he just bought. "Go! Don¡¯t worry about me!"

    Night Ten said in confusion. "I am not worried about you, I mean don¡¯t you want to throw the gun over too!?"

    A gun was worth hundreds of silver coins, which was much more valuable than the VM, which was worth 40 silver coins.

    ¡°Fucks sake!"

    Feeling that the firepower of the prey in front of them had weakened, the mutant humans began to move forward eagerly, preparing to hunt these weak humans in the most primitive way.

    Just as Sideline cking scolded and was about to throw the gun over, there was a sudden movement in the direction of the Wend Park.

    One after another, familiar figures came out from the forest.

    Hope instantly lit up in the eyes of Ample Time, who was leaning against the cover, and he shouted to the friendly army in front of him.

    "Reinforcements!"

    "Our reinforcements are here!"

    Almost at the same time he shouted out, the sound of dense gunshots came from the jungle, apanied by overwhelming shouts of battle cry.

    "Die!"

    "For the Alliance!"

    "For His Majesty the administrator!"

    The surging and passionate battle cry made people¡¯s blood boil with excitement. Although almost every yer shouted different slogans, this group of yers shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops.

    The fearless mutant human seemed to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

    However, they did not turn around and run away like marauders. Instead, this charge stirred up the savagery and brutality flowing in their veins. They roared, threw their bows and javelins, pulled out pitted battle axes and sticks wrapped with iron wire, and charged toward the yers that were rushing towards them.

    <em>This group ofmbs waiting to be ughtered actually dare to fight with them in closebat?!</em>

    The two groups quickly collided with each other and started fighting hand-to-hand. The yer who rushed at the front was knocked away by a mallet, but soon more yers rushed forwards with their spears, turning the mutant human who rushed at the front into a hedgehog.

    Before charging, they threw away their VMs, andpletely abandoned the restraint and disguise of civilized people.

    Everyone was ready to sacrifice themselves, even in the face of monsters more than ten levels stronger than themselves, no one was afraid.

    <em>In reality, it was okay to be scared.</em>

    <em>But in the game, what¡¯s there to be afraid of?</em>

    <em>Three dayster, they wille back to life again!</em>

    Both sides werepletely blinded by the killing, and the scene was extremely brutal and bloody for a while!

    It was probably the first time for those mutant humans to see such brave human beings. When they rushed towards them, those weak humans not only did not turn around and flee, but they fought with them in closebat.

    <em>"Roar!"</em>

    Furiously waving the mallet in his hand, an elite mutant human who was obviouslyrger than other mutant humans blocked the axe that was shing at him with his muscr arms, and then swung the mallet casually, sending the man with the axe flying.

    It was like ying baseball!

    "Come at me! You ants! Who else dares to stand in front of me!"

    <em>Oh shit, they are reallying!</em>

    Flicking the red and white liquid on the mallet off, the mutant human elite angrily looked at the surrounding humans who ignored his roarpletely and kept rushing up to him in a maddened charge.

    That was the first time he encountered this kind of situation!

    At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the crowd opposite.

    The man¡¯s breastte was shiny, his whole body was covered with steel tes. He held a ridiculouslyrge warhammer in both hands, and stepped towards him with steady and firm steps.

    Sensing a dangerous aura from the man, the mutant human elite lowered his body slightly and clenched on the mallet in his hand tightly.

    "Roar!"

    His feet exerted strength suddenly, and he swung his mallet and dashed towards the target armed with steel tes.

    "I¡¯m going to smash your head!"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t panic at all. He picked up the hammer in his hand, and swung it at the mutant human.

    Having 16 points of strength, and coupled with the driving force of the exoskeleton itself, even if he was holding an ordinary hammer, he would still be able to tear down a wall.

    Not to mention that ayer of high-pressure nitrogen gas was attached to the hammer¡¯s surface!

    "Goodbye."

    It was a collision of brute force and technology!

    The nitrogen armor that was almostpressed into a solid state exploded in an instant, and the mutant human elite was sted out before he realized what happened, and his mallet was shattered into pieces together with his arm!

    Falling next to the trash can more than ten meters away, the mutant human elite who was still alive a second ago was dying.

    The hammer not only shattered his arm, but his internal organs were also shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.

    "Our administrator is awesome!"

    "Charge!"

    "This kill is mine!"

    Seeing that the elite monster was heavily injured by the NPC, the yers wielding the spears and axes became excited like they were on drugs and rushed forwards, wanting to finish the elite mutant human off.

    Holding the hammer to stabilize his body, Chu Guang nced nkly at his dying opponent, but was secretly surprised.

    At the moment of the collision just now, the power he felt from surpassed anything he felt when fighting Bear.

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect that just a slightly bigger elite monster would have such strength!</em>

    Coupled with that ridiculous resilience, it was no wonder his yers were having a difficult time.

    After beheading the mutant human elite, Chu Guang didn¡¯t stop. He continued to hold the hammer while moving forward to find enemies, specifically picking out those who were singled out.

    Ordinary arrows and stones were like scratches when they hit his breastte, leaving no traces on his armor. Under the cover of the yers, almost no mutant humans could touch him, but he was able to kill or injure those mutant humans with his hammer.

    After sting away the third mutant human, thest mutant human was also besieged by the yers. He was stabbed into a hedgehog by spears and javelins, and his head was chopped off by an axe.

    The encounter, which erupted at the entrance to 76th Street, ended in victory for Shelter 404. Both sides proved their bravery with blood, and no one surrendered.

    After the battle, Chu Guang asked Little Seven to use drones to count the casualties.

    There were 101 yers involved in the battle, and there were 15 who died and 6 were wounded.

    The total number of mutant humans participating in the battle was 11, and all of them were killed.

    Picking up the VMs that had been thrown on the ground earlier, the yers received the battle report from the administrator, with surprised expressions on their faces.

    "Holy shit... 101 people fightning 11 people, but we still have more deaths than the other side!"

    "You should be happy. ording to the official website data, the level of mutant humans is at least level 20, But I think that they should be higher than that! Last time there were ten people, and the managed to kill one. But they ended up having one dead and one wounded. I am already very happy that we are able to kill ten of them after we were ambushed by them this time."

    "We charged too early. We should¡¯ve fired at them for a while before charging.¡±

    "It¡¯s useless. All of them were tanks that had high health points and high defense. Moreover, their resilience was ridiculously strong. It¡¯s like all of them were wearing some legendary equipment. Even if we charged after we finished shooting all our bullets, I don¡¯t think the difference would be very big. Instead, our losses might be bigger that way because all our teammates at the front would¡¯ve been killed by them."

    "These greenskins were too fierce! They broke my axe!"

    "That¡¯s nothing! The guy we surrounded had three javelins stabbed in his body, but he was still able to swing the mallet and fought with us. Later, only when we shot him in the head at a close range did we manage to take him out.¡±

    "Is it reasonable not to nerf them?"

    "Speaking of which, why didn¡¯t Roshane?

    " I suggest recruiting more brave yers. This batch of yers are too cowardly."

    Old White, covered in blood with an arrow in his arm, limped over with a javelin in one hand and a broken de in the other.

    Although the injury was not minor, his face was full of excitement.

    Fighting those mutant humans was much more fun than chasing marauders!

    Sure enough, only this kind of battle is more exciting!

    Chasing after the viins who bully the weak and fear the strong wasn¡¯t fun at all!

    "Dear administrator, are we going to continue?"

    Chu Guang nced at the wound on his body and said lightly. "Your injuries are not minor. Continuing to fight can easily cause irreversible damage. I don¡¯t want to see anyone die from serious injuries."

    "Take your teammates and go back to the nurturing cabins to rest."

    Continuing to fight with mutant humans was not realistic.

    Instead of rushing into the forest to attack, these mutant humans chose to ambush their enemies at the entrance to 76th Street. It meant that they were not as brainless as they might seem.

    Not only were they well versed in the art of guerri warfare, but they were also cautious.

    The reason why there were no reinforcements at this moment was not that there was no spare power for reinforcements. It was very likely that they deliberately showed weakness and spread their men around to set up ambushes.

    If he led yers to continue moving into their territory, it would definitely be a new round of tragic deaths. They would be walking into a meat grinder!

    It would not be worth it.

    Even if yers coulde back to life after three days, fighting like that would still drain his resources.

    Looking at the end of the street, Chu Guang chuckled. He turned around and waved his hand, signaling the nearby yers to pick up the corpses, equipment, and loot on the ground and return to the outpost.

    Wagons had been stuffed with corpses, and the smell of blood could be smelled from far away.

    Looking at the corpses on the wagons, the nomads watching at the east gate had expressions of surprise and fear on their faces.

    Of course, what surprised them the most was the expressions on the faces of the blue coats around the wagons.

    Many people had more or less some injuries on their bodies, and some were simply covered in blood, not knowing if it was their blood or their enemy¡¯s blood.

    However, everyone¡¯s faces were filled with nonchnt expressions as if nothing had happened, and they even chatted andughed with each other casually while carrying their weapons.

    These people seemed to have no idea what fear was and were not afraid of dying.

    They were like the god of war who once fought with their ancestors!

    Many maidens in the nomad tribe blushed while looking at them, their eyes bing misty.

    As the leader of the tribe, Iron Axe Wu greeted Chu Guang who returned in triumph. Looking at the blood on his armor, he asked carefully. "Sir, are you injured?"

    "This is the blood of my enemy.¡± He had tried to wipe it off with his hand, but after realizing that it couldn¡¯t be wiped off, Chu Guang didn¡¯t bother to care about it, and continued looking at Iron Axe Wu.

    "There is a tribe of mutant humans on 76th Street. They have at least 30 members and the exact number is unknown. So keep your people away from there."

    "Also, if there is any movement, report it to me immediately."

    "Remember not to go into battle without my authorization."

    Hearing that the enemy was actually mutant humans, Iron Axe Wu was shocked, and he couldn¡¯t help looking at the blood on Chu Guang¡¯s breastte again.

    With his hands sped in fists, he respectfully replied, "Yes, sir!"

 Chapter 132: Vaporizing Firewood and The Power Of Steam

    The dead yers 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 whocked 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 yers, 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!" Other Party Typing couldn¡¯t help but frown, "Do you want to scare Xiaoyu?!"

    "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.

    ording to the old brothers¡¯ description on the forum, when theyy 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 yers 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 yers would have doubled.

    At the very least, the yers 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 theplete 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.

    <em>Do they have a shelter under their feet?</em>

    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 carsing 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 ying 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 n 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 askter!

    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 yer, 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 ces.

    Whether it was the resurrection cooldown, the healing time of wounds, or the setting that game characters had to sleep every day, the gamepany seemed to be afraid that yers would stay in the server for too long.

    But Ample Time could understand it.

    If there was no anti-addiction system for thispletely 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 quiterge, 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 ying with the 30 meter target. Compared with the former, thetter would be easier and more suitable for neers. 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 ying 16 pound or 20 pound bows.

    "I¡¯ve yed 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 sticity 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 asionally hold somepetitions. 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¡­"

    <em>Whoosh!</em>

    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?"

    <em>Swoosh!</em>

    Another arrow hit the bullseye.

    This time, the staff figured out Ample Time was a professional, so he just kept his mouth shut and nned 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 thest arrow hit the bullseye perfectly, they couldn¡¯t help but apud.

    "Holy shit! So cool!"

    "This is too urate!"

    "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 y together next time."

    Hearing this, Ample Time looked at the girl and smiled.

    <em>y together?</em>

    <em>You wish.</em>

    How can an inferior bow like this beparable 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 reallyck exercise."

    It¡¯s a pity.

    After all, his body in reality is still not as good as in Wastnd 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 ying Wastnd Online for days, lying down at 6pm wearing a helmet and ying 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 Wastnd 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 rxing, just instructing customers on how to use a bow. With themissions, your monthly sry can easily cross 10,000 yuan!"

    Just that unique set of skills¡­ It would definitely be popr 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 veryzy 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 wastnd.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    In the industrial area of ??the outpost, Bathroom Goer pushed a two-meter-wide trolley and rushed out of the steel nt with a look of excitement.

    "It¡¯s done! Brother Mosquito! I¡¯ve made it again! This time it will definitely be sessful!"

    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 thatter. Hurry up,e 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 thebustion 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 eximed 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 sessful 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 hadpletely 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 ced?!

 Chapter 133: Training the Guards

    In the end, the beautiful and kind-hearted Teng Teng still paid for the machine.

    Even if it wasn¡¯t the machine she wanted at all.

    Mosquito and Bathroom Goer probably also felt very guilty, so they refunded half of the money to Teng Teng.

    In addition, the two also asked Teng Teng to wait for a few more days, and promised that she would not be disappointed this time.

    After helping Teng Teng to move the machine into Teng Teng¡¯s Hut, and looking at the steam engine that took up half of the space, Mosquito scratched the back of his head with embarrassment and said, "Uh, it¡¯s mainly because I don¡¯t know much about textile machines... But don¡¯t worry! I¡¯ll ask a few acquaintances who know how to do it, and I¡¯ll definitely be able to figure it out!"

    Looking at the weird guy standing in her workshop, Teng Teng sighed faintly, "Hopefully..."

    No matter what, having a steam engine was great.

    Since recently, Teng Teng herself had not been idle, and had been researching how to process Devil Moth¡¯s cocoon into raw silk.

    Based on the modern silk production process, she found that after cooking the cocoon of Devil Moth continuously in 90 degree hot water until the pupae inside were cooked, and then it would be ced in room temperature water for a while. The cocoon silk would fall off by itself.When that happened, she only needed to use two chopsticks to stir it in the water, take out the thread ends of the devil¡¯s silk. She would then be able to manually extract the silk.

    Fortunately, Devil Moth¡¯s cocoons wererge, and each cocoon was woven from a single thread of silk.

    Moreover, the silk threads were very tough, so much so that it was very difficult to be cut by scissors. Because of this, the difficulty of reeling silk was much smaller than that of small cocoons in reality.

    Based on the information downloaded from the Inte, Teng Teng assembled a set of hand-cranked silk reeling machines by herself through a set of parts custom-made in Woodworking Cabin. The efficiency wasn¡¯t bad at all.

    A lot of raw silk had been stored in the inventory, and the next step was to find a way to weave these raw silks into cloth.

    Of course, it would be even better if steam power could be applied to it.

    ...

    Meanwhile, outside the trenches at the west gate of the outpost¡­

    A group of survivors transferred from the brick factory stood in a crooked formation. Although many of them were skinny and looked unhealthy, they were still much better than half a month ago.

    They were wearing fur coats they had just put on, and each had a wooden stick more than one meter long. All of them were staring nkly at the administrator, speaking at the front of the formation.

    "I have a new job here that I intend to give you. Of course, you have the right to choose not to do it. If you put down the stick in your hand, you can still go back to the brick factory to work."

    Chu Guang waited for a while.

    No one moved.

    Nodding with satisfaction, Chu Guang continued.

    "Very well, since you all voluntarily chose to stay, then I hope you will prove your loyalty with your actions."

    After clearing his throat, he raised his voice.

    "Starting today, you will be assigned to the outpost¡¯s guard team, responsible for maintaining order at the outpost!"

    "The number on the namete on your chest is your identity number, and it will apany you until you retire. Your work includes, but is not limited to, patrolling, standing guard, maintaining order, upholding the dignity of thew, and daily training and studies."

    "And in return, Shelter 404 will pay you a monthly sry of 80 silver coins, and will also provide you with food and amodation."

    The monthly sry of 80 silver coins was pretty impressive.

    In the brick factory, there was only 1 silver coin a day at first, butter the administrator raised their sry to 2 silver coins a day.

    Hearing that the sry was raised again, the survivors who were originally still at a loss had expressions of joy on their faces.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t keep their greedy reaction in mind.

    After all, expecting a group of wastnders who lived like hyenas to have grand ideals and beliefs was less realistic than expecting mutant humans to sit down and negotiate with him.

    But it didn¡¯t matter.

    He would teach them obedience and discipline with intense training.

    "If you understand it, then say, ¡®Yes, we understand it, sir.¡¯."

    "Yes, we understand it, sir!"

    "Speak louder! I cannot hear you!"

    "Yes, we understand it, sir!"

    Facing the mighty administrator, no one dared to take him lightly. All of them shouted at the top of their lungs.

    Although it was still a bit off, it was not terrible.

    Chu Guang nodded and then ordered. "Now, everyone turn left, run around the outpost, ande back to me when you¡¯re done! What are you doing still standing there? Move! Thest person will need to run five moreps!"

    After hearing thest sentence, the group of people finally came to their senses and ran forward, fearing that they would be the slowest.

    After a while, someone had already run ap and returned to Chu Guang.

    Staring at the gasping man, Chu Guang asked, "What¡¯s your name and number?"

    The man tried to control his breathing and replied respectfully, "Wrench, 006, sir!"

    It took Chu Guang a while to realize that Wrench was his name.

    <em>Man, this guy¡¯s name is really something else.</em>

    Was it because a wrench just happened to be next to the bed where he was born?

    <em>I really can¡¯t think of a good surname for this name.</em>

    Chu Guang, who was not very good at naming things, was toozy to give him a surname.

    "006, starting today, you are the guard captain. Your only job is to train the rookies behind you, and you will train with them."

    Chu Guang threw a VM into his hand.

    Seeing Wrench who had a ttered expression, hurriedly let go of the stick in his hand and caught the VM, Chu Guang continued, "The training n will be sent to your VM, and the drone flying above your head will record your training results. I allow you to use all means necessary, and I only have one requirement, and that is to keep them alive afterpleting the daily training mission."

    "If you can¡¯tplete it, it will only prove your ipetence. I will not care about anyone else and will only hold you responsible. Understood?"

    Looking at the administrator, Wrench nodded nervously. "Yes, sir!"

    "Louder."

    "Yes! Sir!"

    <em>Good.</em>

    <em>Pretty clever.</em>

    ncing at the stick lying on the ground, Chu Guang looked at him and continued.

    "Pick up the stick on the ground. Until you get a gun, this will be your weapon, and I hope you will treat it as important as your life."

    As Wrench picked up the stick hurriedly, Chu Guang turned and walked away in the direction of the outpost.

    Shortly after he left, Wrench, who received the training n, immediately gathered everyone to start training.

    The administrator had said that there were drones floating in the sky, and he could see clearly what they were doing. In order not to be punished, Wrench worked very hard and dared not rx a little bit.

    To be honest, Chu Guang didn¡¯t know much about training.

    After all, in his old life trajectory, he had only experienced a high school military training and a college entrance military training.

    No matter which time it was, the training intensity was far less intense than serious military training.

    However, it didn¡¯t matter if he didn¡¯t know much about it.

    A lot of information could be found by searching on the Inte. It only needed to be edited ording to the needs and conditions on the wastnd before they could be used.

    Such as running exercises, standing in military posture, crawling forward, basic fighting, and bay training, etc.

    After practicing these basic skills, once their physical fitness, discipline, and morale were improved, it would be more than enough.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t need them to have strongbat power. He just needed them to be loyal.

    As forbat¡­ That was a job for yers.

    After all, no matter how much those survivors were trained, it was unrealistic to win against a group of clones that could revive and were not afraid of death.

    ...

    Noon.

    In the square in front of the nursing home.

    A group of yers gathered here for lunch with bowls, chatting and discussing excitedly.

    "Did you find it? It seems that we have another batch of NPCs in our outpost?"

    "I saw it too! It¡¯s at the west gate, right? When I went to see it, they were practicing with bays! I wonder if we will be able to bring them along to fight with us in the future."

    "What do you mean by another batch? Those people at the west gate are the captives we rescued from the underground cells of the Bloodhand n before. Didn¡¯t they say before that in order to repay us for saving them, they would help us with the work in the brick factor?."

    "Seriously? Is it them? Well, I¡¯m face-blind, plus my eyesight is not good, and those people don¡¯t wash their faces often, so it¡¯s not surprising that I don¡¯t recognize them."

    ¡°It seems that those people havepletely joined us. I am so excited now! There are more and more NPCs in our outpost!"

    "The captain of the guards seems to be carrying a VM! By the way, can we trigger any missions from him? Has anyone tried it?"

    ¡°I¡¯ve tried it! If you ask him twice, you can trigger the mission to train with them. But then again, that mission is quite boring. It will only reward us 5 copper coins for an hour of training! I might as well go to the Woodworking Cabin to rent an axe to chop down trees!"

    "Say, if you train with them for a whole day, will you unlock the mission to join the Guards?"

    "Are you stupid? The mission to be a guard can always be triggered from the administrator. It is one of the newbie missions."

    "Damn it, you are right!"

    At first, when noticing this group of NPCs who suddenly appeared at the west gate, carrying sticks in their hands and practicing, many yers were full of curiosity.

    However, it onlysted for one morning.

    As the yers discovered that these NPCs could neither trigger the mission nor pay much attention to them, they gradually lost interest and turned to their own business.

    Maybe, this part of the content hasn¡¯t been fully developed yet.

    After all, it was still at the closed alpha stage, so it was understandable that the content was a little less!

    ...

    After lunch time, the yers dispersed from the outpost.

    The Bull and Horse Squad, who lost one of their teammates, temporarily disbanded.

    Old White and Gale went to the brick factory to figure out how to further increase the output of the brick kiln. And Night Ten went to theke and followed the anglers to study his skills of fish feeding. After all, he couldn¡¯t catch shit anyway.

    As for Escaping Mole, he tearfully took out 200 silver coins he raised, bought the priority exploration right of the second floor of the Greenhouse Ruins from the hands of Bull and Horse Squad, and brought Elf Wang, Irene and 4 other random teammates and began a new round of raids aggressively.

    Whether he could roll the snowball all the way down depends on whether he could clear the second level within 7 days!

    In theory, it was not difficult.

    After several previous battles, Escaping Mole mastered a wealth of experience when fighting moths. He was quite skillful when dealing with these bugs.

    However, having said that, they weren¡¯t facing an optimistic situation.

    The main reason was that the location of the Greenhouse Ruins was too tricky. It was just at the entrance of 76th Street, right around the corner of the ce where Sideline cking and his teammates were often injured, as well as the mutant humans who were always ready to shoot arrows from the dark.

    This also meant that while Escaping Mole and his team were attacking the dungeon, they must also be careful to guard against the harassment of mutant humans.

    After all, no one could guarantee that those mutant humans would not take the initiative to attack them.

    Mole had heard before that the administrator seemed to n to use the first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins originally, but since the threat of mutant humans has not been lifted, the n could only be put on hold.

    But fortunately, Sideline cking did not give up. The dude seemed to have staked it all against those mutant humans, which attracted the hatred of mutant humans to a certain extent.

    After a morning¡¯s rest, this guy once again gathered a group of teammates who did not believe that they would not be able to defeat a group of wild monsters, andunched the day¡¯s second round of raids on mutant humans.

    This time, he learned his lesson. Instead of taking the main road, he went out from the south gate of the Wend Park, followed the street next to 76th Street, crossed the ruined terrain, and interspersed to the side of 76th Street.

    The sneak attack appeared to be a sess.

    The mutant humans who were dispersing their defenses did not expect that a group would actually prate their nk.

    Unprepared, a single mutant human archer was shot to death by the surrounding yers and his head was cut off.

    The sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance sounded again and continued for a while.

    The cloud of war continued to shroud 76th Street.

    Compared with those yers who didn¡¯t take danger seriously at all, the nomadic tribe at the east gate was panicking at the moment.

    Most of their tribe members were weak old people, and some babies have not yet been weaned. The remaining young and middle-agedbat power couldn¡¯t even fight with ordinary marauders, let alone resist the attack of mutant humans.

    However, unlike the terrified tribesmen, Iron Axe Wu, the head of the tribe, was not very worried. Especially after receiving the promise to not to attack without authorization from the administrator, he was even more rxed.

    He felt that his ruler was really kind.

    Knowing that there were few men in their tribe, he had no ns to use them as cannon fodder.

    As for security, Iron Axe Wu was even less worried.

    That man was very strong, so were his subordinates. Those mutant human beings were definitely not their opponents at all!

    That could actually be seen from the attitude of those mutant humans.

    Those mutant humans didn¡¯t dare to take the initiative to attack. They only dared to hide in 76th Street to set up defenses and ambush. In Iron Axe Wu¡¯s opinion, it was not because those bloodthirsty beasts didn¡¯t want to fight back, but because they didn¡¯t have the strength to do so!

    They did not even dare to enter the forest!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    However, out of prudence, Iron Axe Wu still warned his tribesmen not to go hunting in the east for the time being, but to go north or south as much as possible.

    ording to his explorations these days, the vicinity of the fifth-ring was a good hunting ground.

    There were many ruins of high-rise buildings that sheltered some squirrels, rabbits and other small animals, and many mutant hyenas also hid those buildings in the winter.

    As long as they were patient andid out traps and baits, they would still be able to have some harvest asionally.

    As for the north, which was the direction they came from, there were not many prey there. Especially along the road out of the city via the viaduct, there was a vast area of no-man¡¯snd.

    In the wastnd, wherever there was a source of food or other good things, it was not possible that there were no traces of humans.

    On the third floor of the nursing home.

    Chu Guang, who was sitting in a chair, stared at the VM screen. He was watching the Sideline cking squad that was fighting and retreating tactically through the drone. They retreated south along the route he had nned.

    About twenty minutes ago, Chu Guang had already arranged for twenty heavily armed yers to stand by near the evacuation point by assigning them a mission.

    If the mutant human gave chase, they would receive a heavy blow!

    <em>Speaking of which, is this a micromaniption?</em>

    <em>Probably not.</em>

    At this moment, Little Seven, who was squatting by the window, suddenly turned its camera and said to Chu Guang, "Hmm¡­ Master, Little Seven feels like the weather is going to change."

    "The weather is changing?" Chu Guang looked up at the white snow outside the window, and then looked at Little Seven with a strange expression, "What¡¯s going to happen?¡±

    Was the temperature going to drop further?

    Little Seven shook the camera and whispered, "Little Seven doesn¡¯t know either. I just feel that the clouds are moving a little faster."

    Chu Guang frowned slightly.

    ¡­

    Just when the conflict between Shelter 404 and mutant human became intensified, a group of uninvited guests appeared near the viaduct in the north of the Wend Park...

 Chapter 134: Guests from Afar

    ?The northern suburb of Clearspring City.

    Stepping on the snow calf deep, five ck exoframes walked under the abandoned viaduct and headed towards ?Clearspring City.

    "... Detected radio activity, about four kilometers ahead, the signal activity is low and cannot be analyzed."

    "Can you identify the other party?"

    "Obviously not, we don¡¯t know anything about the situation here... I suggest we find a nearby native and ask about the situation."

    "Good idea."

    Looking at the street signs marked with ce names, Lu Yang looked up at the dead quiet city ahead, his eyebrows frowned under his helmet. ¡°Is this ?Clearspring City?¡±

    ?Clearspring City was located in the south of the River Valley Province. As one of the important hubs of the central urban agglomeration, hundreds of millions of people once lived there.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    However, that was a thing of the past. The people living there were not a fraction of what they used to be. Lu Yang stretched out his index finger, tapped the side of the helmet lightly, and quickly retrieved the geographic information image of the Clearspring area from the database.

    Compared to the good times before the war, it looked like it was a manifestation of hell. There was only destion, ruin, depression, and death.

    "This damn war..." Lu Yang checked the map, waved his fist forward, and brought his four team members along the wreckage of the viaduct.

    It was not just ?Clearspring City that has turned into a ruined city. If they wanted to reminisce about the past, they could think all they want from the horizon all the way to the Kuiper Belt.

    Of course, it was useless to do so.

    The reason why they came all the way from the East Coast wasn¡¯t for archaeology or for filming documentaries. They were nning to move west into the wilderness, to find thest hope of human civilization, the legendary Shelter 0.

    As for why they stopped...

    To be honest, Lu Yang didn¡¯t want to either.

    Unfortunately, something went wrong with their transport.

    The only way to get it fixed as soon as possible was to seek help from nearby survivors. He didn¡¯t want to waste time staying for several months.

    From his experience during the trip, the moment they took a break for more than a month, a steady stream if troubles woulde their way.

    "Captain, there is a drone watching us." The marine walking on Lu Yang¡¯s left raised his head, looked at the airspace directly ahead, and continued in a yful tone. "It¡¯s a cute little guy... I don¡¯t have a matching model in my database, but based on its appearance, it should be modified from a civilian drone before the war. It¡¯s not bad that it can fly so high."

    Another marine saidzily, "Looks like there should be a shelter nearby. Great, we don¡¯t have to deal with the primitive natives anymore."

    "How do you know that the people living in the shelter are not primitive natives? You forgot the blue coat we sawst time? He kept iming that he was from Shelter 117, and then he swallowed the chewing gum I gave him."

    "Hahaha!" As he said, there was an uncontrobleughter in themunication channel.

    Obviously, they didn¡¯t take the little guy in the sky to heart.

    "Stop messing around. Others are watching us."

    Pulling out the signal interference gun stuck in his waist, the marine walking on the outermost side cast an strange nce at his captain. "Do you need me to shoot it down?"

    "No." Lu Yang gestured to hisrades beside him to stop, and then waved to the sky, indicating that he had spotted it.

    "Friends from afar, we bear no ill intentions. If it¡¯s convenient, can we talk?" Lu Yang was not sure whether the drone had a sound detection system, so he turned on the speaker on the exoframe helmet and expressed his intention with a loud voice.

    The sound echoed in the ruins.

    Maybe it was because of his voice, or probably it was the person realized that he had been found, the drone lowered its altitude and stopped before them.

    It was a silver-white sphere, and it was surprisingly small. The propeller des were made of unknown material, and it was silent when flying.

    Lu Yang watched it stop in front of him, circled around him, and then slowly flew towards the wend park ahead.

    The team members on the side exchanged nces before muttering to each other.

    "Is this a gesture of friendliness?"

    "Probably, it seems to be inviting us toe over."

    "Captain, do we want to go over?"

    Lu Yang thought for a moment and said. "Wang Yi, you stay behind and look for high ground to observe the situation. Everyone else, follow me!¡±

    "Yes!"

    ...

    On the third floor of the nursing home in the outpost¡­

    Looking at the four people entering the wend park through the screen on his arm, Chu Guang¡¯s face showed a little solemnity.

    Exoframe!

    He had only heard of this thing from the mouths of the survivors before, but now seeing it with his own eyes for the first time, he didn¡¯t expect it to be more exaggerated than he imagined.

    The thick full protective armor covered every inch of their skin, and the rectangr modr rifle in their hands exuded a cold light.

    They were daunting, like humanoid tanksing out of a sci-fi movie.

    Chu Guang even wondered that if a normal caliber bullet hit them, it would probably be no different from scratching a tickling.

    The heavyweight armor and gear didn¡¯t affect their mobility in the slightest. At least from the way they moved through the jungle and jumped over obstacles, it was like ying to them.

    Chu Guang roughly estimated that the equipment of these people was at least 1.5 tons or even 2 tons, and it should be driven by fusion batteries.

    Just now, he was operating the "Hummingbird" to fly around an exoframe, but he didn¡¯t see any obvious fuel tank or battery structure. If it was powered by fuel cells such as solid hydrogen, although the fuel density could be made very high, it still wouldn¡¯t reach this degree.

    Obviously, the exoframes these guys were wearing were quality machinery!

    If there was a conflict, it was estimated that in the entire outpost, only the hammer behind him could pose a certain threat to their armor.

    Compared to these people, the green-skinned muscr guys on 76th Street were nothing.

    "Little Seven, you go back to the ground first."

    Little Seven asked Chu Guang as it tilted the camera and looked at Chu Guang.

    "But master, it¡¯s only afternoon."

    "It doesn¡¯t matter what time it is. I¡¯m not sure if those people outside are enemies or friends. If there is a conflict, I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t have time to carry you down. So it¡¯s safer to go down first.."

    "Although Little Seven is very happy that master cares about me, Little Seven will not leave master and hide alone. Also, master, you don¡¯t need to be too nervous, those people probably came out of a shelter, they won¡¯t give us a hard time."

    Chu Guang nced at Little Seven in surprise. "Can you see that?"

    Little Seven continued to him, "Mhm, but not one hundred percent certain. But the electromaic rifles in their hands do look like standard weapons used before the great war. They didn¡¯t take our drone either. Instead, they took the initiative to show kindness to us... If they came with hostility, I always felt that there was no need to do so much. What do you think, Master?"

    "Me? I don¡¯t know, but I generally won¡¯t pin my hopes on others to be kind." After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang weighed the EMP grenade in his hand and shoved it into his pocket.

    He didn¡¯t know how much damage their weapons could do to exoframes, but it was better than nothing.

    Even if it could only paralyze the other party¡¯s electronic equipment for two seconds, it could buy two more seconds for him.

    Chu Guang would control it such that they wouldplete their negotiations while standing three meters away from each other.

    In this way, even in the event of an ident, he could use the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer in his hand to teach the opponent a profound lesson.

    ...

    The north gate of the outpost.

    Looking at the four iron lumpsing from a distance, the yers in the market at the north gate showed curious expressions.

    "Holy shit! What is that?"

    "Could it be the exoframe mentioned on the official website!"

    "Where did these NPCse from?"

    "After a rational analysis, this game should have a setting to hide the degree of prosperity. When the degree of prosperity reaches a certain level, it will attract wild NPCs to visit us!"

    "Their guns are so awesome... To be honest, I want to buy it!"

    "The price is at least 100,000 silver coins, so go and buy one."

    "Damn!"

    Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves, who were sitting in the market stall, also noticed the situation outside the market.

    Looking at the four iron lumps approaching the north door, Autumn Leaves blinked curiously. "Elder Sister, what is that? Their armor is prettier than the administrator¡¯s."

    "I don¡¯t know... It seems to be called an exoframe," Autumn Weed nervously took her little sister¡¯s hand and pulled her into her arms, "Don¡¯t stare at them."

    Obviously, the blue coats around them didn¡¯t know those people.

    When a group of strangers with live ammunition suddenly appeared at their door, no matter what the circumstances were, it could not be assumed that they came with good intentions.

    <em>Should I go back to tell the patriarch?</em>

    Autumn Weed thought nervously.

    Just then, a figure appeared at the north gate.

    The administrator, who was carrying a long warhammer, walked out of the outpost surrounded by several blue coats.

    Looking at the man walking towards them, a marine next to Lu Yang couldn¡¯t help teasing in themunication channel. "Did you see that hammer on his back? I¡¯ve never seen such a strange weapon¡­ Speaking of which, is it even a weapon?"

    "Shut up." ncing at the teammate beside him warningly, Lu Yang put the weapon in his hand behind his back. He raised his index finger and tapped on the side of the helmet, retracting the visor covering his face as a gesture of friendship.

    "Are you from a shelter?"

    "I¡¯m the administrator of Shelter 404. You can call me Chu Guang." Stopping in front of the man, Chu Guang stared sharply at him and said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

    "I¡¯m Lu Yang, an employee of Enterprise, who works in the First Pioneering Corps of the Overseas Business Department of the Silver Wing Corporate Group. Wee from the east coast and are heading over to the west to find something. We have no ill intentions, we just happened to pass by."

    Chu Guang heard of the Enterprise before. It was said to be arge survivor¡¯s stronghold on the east coast. Its predecessor was said to be Shelter 6, but there were some who said that they were from Shelter 66 instead. Their sphere of influence was massive, and it was said to include an entire province on the east coast.

    However, due to its special expansion method, Enterprise had very weak control over the branchpanies within its sphere of influence, and the assets truly controlled by them might only be a survivor stronghold that was slightlyrger than Boulder Town.

    Many caravans that were obviously not working for Enterprise, or even traders from the east coast, liked to do business under their banner.

    As for the Silver Wing Corporate Group, it was probably a branchpany. Maybe they just established it to achieve a certain purpose. Anyway, Chu Guang had never even heard of it.

    The straight-line distance from the east coast to the River Valley Province was thousands of kilometers. Of course, they would need to travel further in real life. They might need to travel for tens of thousands of kilometers in order to get there.

    With such long distance, any news that arrived would be slightly distorted.

    In short, no matter who they were loyal to, just based on the fact they were able to walk from the east coast to the River Valley Province meant that they couldn¡¯t underestimate the equipment and strength of the group.

    Although Chu Guang was curious about what the Enterprise was going to look for in the west, he knew that even if he asked, they would probably not tell him, so he didn¡¯t bother.

    After staring at Lu Yang for a while, Chu Guang asked, "Is what you are looking for in Clearspring City?"

    Lu Yang shook his head and said. "Of course not. River Valley Province can only be regarded as the middle of the continent at best, and what we call the west is an even further ce."

    After a pause, he looked at Chu Guang and continued, "I will be honest with you, our main force is stationed in an open area about 10 kilometers away from here. If we can, we don¡¯t want to stay here, but unfortunately our Pioneer has encountered a small problem so we can onlye here to look for help."

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but frown, "What is the Pioneer you are referring to?"

    "You can think of it as our vehicle. Its predecessor was four SC-500 Crawler Transport tforms, but we modified them a little bit and put them together, adding some modr facilities suitable for long-distance travel. As for the specifics..." Lu Yang didn¡¯t know how to describe it, so he could only roughly gesture with his hands, "In short, it¡¯s huge!"

    "Crawler Transport tform?"

    Confused by his general description, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but frown, "Can you be more specific? For example, length, width or tonnage..."

    Lu Yang thought for a while before he replied, "In terms of tonnage, it¡¯s about 12,000 tons!"

    <em>?!?!</em>

    <em>What the fuck?! Twelve thousand tons?!</em>

    Chu Guang waspletely taken back by how heavy it was.

    If he remembered correctly, the Gustav Railway Gun was only 1,500 tons, right?

    Even the crawler-type transport tform used to transport the giant rocket such as the Saturn V had a total weight of 3,000 tons, and a total load bearing weight of only 8,000 tons...

    12,000 tons!

    Were they driving the vehicle onnd?!

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t ask whether the 12,000 tons was the weight or the maximum carrying capacity. Whatever it was, the number was beyond his understanding.

    It was really hard for him to imagine how such massive structure was moving about on the wastnd.

    Whatever it was, it was definitely not powered by fuel like conventional cars.

    Recovering from the shock, Chu Guang took a deep breath and shook his head, looking at Lu Yang who had a trace of anticipation on his face.

    "I¡¯m sorry to disappoint you, although there are some engineers in our shelter¡­ It¡¯spletely beyond their capabilities to help you with whatever you just described. I¡¯m afraid we can¡¯t help you!"

    Not to mention that it was beyond their abilities, for his yers, a transport carrier like that could only be exined if he told them it was rted to some fictional setting in game.

    Chu Guang was suddenly curious about how such a massive carrier would look like.

    If he could, he would like to take a photo and post it on the official website.

    Seeing that the administrator had misunderstood what he meant, Lu Yang quickly waved his hand to exin, "No no no, my friend, you¡¯ve misunderstood it! We are not asking you for technical help, we have our own engineers and production tools, and we know how to fix broken parts. The problem is that we don¡¯t have enough manpower, and our reserves of materials and energy are almost out.¡±

    <em>So to sum up, there is a shortage of people, ack of resources, and electricity?</em>

    <em>But I am short of those things too!</em>

    Chu Guang looked at him and asked cautiously, "So what is your proposal?"

    Lu Yang said in a sincere tone: "We hope you can lend us some people to help us collect resources in the area. In addition, we also need a guide who is familiar with the area. We know where to find what we need. Of course, we won¡¯t let you help us for free, we will pay you."

    Hearing that he would be paid, Chu Guang instantly perked up.

    Based on the proposal, they seemed to know where to find the fuel for nuclear fusion!

    That would actually be amazing!

    With a happy smile on his face, Chu Guang stretched out his right hand. "Of course! No problem, my friend, helping others is the most noble virtue!"

    "But the snowstorm seems to be growing stronger. If you are not in a rush, let¡¯s talk inside."

 Chapter 135: This Isnâ€™t Hard Labor, Itâ€™s a Limited Time Event!

    Three exoframes were left at the north gate.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    As for their captain Lu Yang, he followed Chu Guang into the outpost.

    It could be seen that he was very confident in himself and he wasn¡¯t worried about running into any idents.

    Of course, Chu Guang had no intention of making trouble for himself.

    Inviting Lu Yang to the reception room of the nursing home, Chu Guang wanted to bring something to entertain him, but when he took out the wine ss, Lu Yang hurriedly waved his hand to stop him.

    "I appreciate your kindness! But I¡¯m still on a mission, and I can¡¯t drink."

    "What about milk?"

    "It¡¯s really not necessary. Our armor has reserves of fresh water and liquefied food. We can only consume our own rations when out on missions. This is the order that we have received.¡±

    "How about a stool for you to sit on?""No need, it will copse."

    "Okay." Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect to encounter a well-disciplined army in the wastnd.

    Of course, it could also be out of prudence.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t insist any longer and put the things away.

    "Speaking of which, I¡¯m a little curious about what your SC-500 Crawler Transport tform looks like... Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

    Lu Yang nodded. "Of course."

    He reached out and tapped on the helmet. Then the button-sized integrated light at the neckline cast a beam of light on the burning brazier.

    Looking closely, the light consisted of many beams as thin as cilia, and soon those cilia swayed gently, interweaving a transparent three-dimensional holographic image above the me.

    "Holographic projection?"

    "Yes," Lu Yang nodded with pride on his face, "This is our Pioneer! Isn¡¯t it magnificent?"

    Four crawlers nearly 20 meters long carried a square tform with a length and width of 50 meters. On the tform were stacked blocks of cuboid modules, spliced ??and stacked like containers. From a distance, it looked like a jagged Rubik¡¯s cube.

    There were a total of four tforms, which were distributed in the four corners in a matrix, and were connected by pipelines in the middle. It seemed that they could be separated.

    It was not so much as a cruiser onnd than a four-legged fortress!

    "It¡¯s really magnificent¡­ Is there a photo? I mean, a proper photo, not this kind of skeleton-like hologram."

    Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Photo? We do have some... I can send it to your VM if you need it."

    "Please send me one!"

    Although he was confused as to what use Chu Guang wanted the photo for, Lu Yang chose one that was less sensitive and sent it to him.

    Hiding the joyful look on his face, Chu Guang coughed lightly, looked at Lu Yang with a serious expression and continued, "Thank you, that¡¯s a great help. In addition, I have a general understanding of your demands. To put it simply¡­ You need a hundredborers to engage in resource collection and material handling, right?"

    Lu Yang nodded earnestly. "Yes, it would be better if there were more people! We need a lot of people to collect car wreckage and other metal waste, haul it to our production workshop to be reheated, remelted, and produce the steel and other alloys we need."

    "As for the technical problems, you don¡¯t have to worry about them, our engineers will take care of everything. Your men only need to do some simple work."

    "Aspensation, we are willing to provide food and amodation for each worker, and pay them an hourly wage of 1CR, which is settled on a daily basis."

    Chu Guang asked, "What is a CR?"

    "... I almost forgot..." Lu Yang patted his head. He took out a 100 CR note from his waist, showed it to Chu Guang, and exined with a smile, "It is a bond issued by Enterprise, which also acts as currency, it¡¯s called Credits, or CR for short. You can use it to buy anything you want at any survivor base on the east coast¡­ As long as they have it."

    "Plus, all the caravans from the east coast recognize its value, and you can exchange this note for everything in their hands. A banknote like this is enough for an employee of Enterprise to spend for a week, and it is enough tost two weeks if you spend it wisely."

    Chu Guang joked, "So the hourly wage of 1CR is the minimum wage of Enterprise?"

    "We don¡¯t have a minimum wage, but the payment for manualbor is basically the same. You can get 12CR a day if you work for twelve hours, isn¡¯t that enough? We will provide food and lodging for your workers as well..."

    "This is River Valley Province, not the east coast. Mhm, do you have any chips?"

    Lu Yang looked confused. "... Chips?"

    "Yes, the areas around Clearspring City mainly use this kind of stic chip as currency. All the merchants whoe here know about it, so I thought you knew a little¡­" With that, Chu Guang took out a white chip from his pocket and shook it lightly in front of Lu Yang.

    The anti-counterfeitingcquer paint printed on the chip has not faded even after two centuries, as if it was integrated with the material itself.

    Lu Yang looked a little troubled. "It¡¯s a pity that we¡¯re not merchants... Frankly speaking, we¡¯re going to the west to carry out a very important mission, which will affect the fate of everyone on this. For the sake of the future of civilization, can you be more amodating? From what I understand, River Valley Province is also within the business scope of Enterprise, and I can use my credit score to assure you that these banknotes will work!"

    "For the future of civilization was a slogan people chanted a century ago. It¡¯s already the 211th year of the Wastnd Era, but nothing has changed." Putting away the chip in his hand, Chu Guang looked at Lu Yang and continued, "You should have something to trade, right? Have you all been living on the air all this way? Whether it¡¯s food, weapons, or production tools and methods, we all need it here. There is no point in giving me paper like this. God knows when your caravans from the east coast wille to us. And what is the use of it even if it can be used here? Even if 100 CR can buy a set of exoframe on the east coast, it may not be able to buy a cow here."

    Even in a civilized society with convenient logistics, the purchasing power of different currencies in different regions would be different. There was no need to mention a wastnd where civilization was broken.

    A caravan traveled thousands of kilometers, just to trade their goods for a pile of paper that couldn¡¯t be spent locally¡­

    <em>Damn it, we¡¯re businessmen here!</em>

    <em>At the very least, we need to get stuff of equal value!</em>

    Lu Yang coughed lightly and said, "...No matter where it is, it is impossible to buy an exoframe with 100 CR, even one that is close to being scrapped. But I understand what you mean. What you need is food, weapons and production tools, right?"

    "Exactly!" Chu Guang looked at him with ardent eyes and continued, "If you want to hire my people, you have to pay them silver coins and copper coins. If you want silver coins, you can exchange them with the things you have."

    Lu Yang nodded. "Understood, this is a reasonable request. But I¡¯m not good at this. I¡¯ll ask someone from the logistics department toe over and talk to you about the transaction. He will arrive here tomorrow morning. In addition, if it¡¯s convenient, I hope we will be able to set up an office to facilitate our timelymunication. The scale of this office will not be veryrge, and we will only need to staff it with two people. What do you think?¡±

    Chu Guang nodded happily. "This is exactly what I want as well."

    Lu Yang finally showed a smile on his face.

    Communicating with civilized people was always more satisfying thanmunicating with ignorant natives. Although the content of the negotiation would be a bit troublesome, he could leave the trouble to the people in the logistics department.

    The Pioneer had no shortage of food and fresh water, and could produce daily necessities by itself. What wascking was only materials and electricity. Withbor provided by the shelter, the problem of gathering resources has been solved, and now there was onest problem left.

    "... About the guide."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "No problem, my guys know this ce well. The only thing we need to know is what you¡¯re looking for.¡±

    Lu Yang quickly exined, "Controble fusion fuel rods. Of course, I¡¯m not talking about the fusion cells for exoframes, tanks or small workshops, but the fusion rods with helium-3 reserves of more than 5 kilograms and output power between 100MW and 1GW. Only that can power the Pioneer. The fuel rod is a bit special, but our guys can recognize it."

    "Then do you know where to find it?" Chu Guang frowned.

    Lu Yang nodded confidently. ¡°Of course, ording to our analysis of pre-war map data, there was a carbon dioxide collection station located near the fifth-ring in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. Public facilities like this weremon in densely popted cities, and its main function was to use electricity during low-peak hours to absorb carbon dioxide umted in urban agglomerations, maintaining the so-called carbon bnce."

    "The fuel rod model of the backup generators in the carbon dioxide collection station is simr to ours, but the troublesome thing is that they were usually not marked on the civilian map, were merged with some high-rise buildings such as office buildings and apartments, and were usually located between the 20th and 30th floor. So we can only specte its approximate location based on limited information."

    Hearing this, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but interrupt, "Are you sure it hasn¡¯t been taken away by others?"

    "We¡¯re not sure, so we need a local guide to cooperate with our marines to find the ones that haven¡¯t been taken away."

    After a moment¡¯s pause, Lu Yang offered his conditions, "If you¡¯re lucky enough to find it, we just want the controlled fusion fuel rods, as for the other by-products, like long-chain alkanes, alkenes, or things like ketones and lipids, you¡¯re free to take them. It doesn¡¯t matter if you use them as firewood, or make them into something else."

    <em>I wouldn¡¯t be so wasteful as to use them as firewood.</em>

    Chu Guang felt that he would not do something as dumb as that.

    High-quality industrial raw materials like that could be sold even if they temporarily couldn¡¯t use it. Survivor strongholds with industrial capabilities like Boulder Town should be happy to buy them.

    Chu Guang remembered that Luca once said that every year, a caravan from Boulder Town would arrive on Brown Farm to buy the oils and resins produced by the Camu Tree.

    Looking at Lu Yang, Chu Guang nodded. "No problem."

    "I¡¯m d we have reached an agreement, that¡¯s all," Lu Yang showed a pleasant smile on his face and stretched out his right hand, "I¡¯m looking forward to working with you!"

    Holding his outstretched right hand and shaking it, Chu Guang had the same smile on his face. "Me too!"

    ...

    Looking at their captain who came out of the wall, the nervous marines standing at the north gate finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    The curious nces around them made them feel ufortable.

    <em>Haven¡¯t these hillbillies ever seen an exoframe?</em>

    Fortunately, they were still restrained and did not try anything dumb.

    "It¡¯s gettingte, let¡¯s head back!" Stopping beside his teammates, Lu Yang looked at Chu Guang and said with a smile, "Tomorrow our guys wille!"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Then I won¡¯t send you off."

    Lu Yang took his subordinates and prepared to leave.

    However, at this moment, his teammate¡¯s voice came from themunication channel.

    "Captain, there are explosions and gunfire to the east... I don¡¯t have a good view here, but it looks like there is a fire fight..."

    Lu Yang was slightly taken aback and asked Chu Guang, "Are you guys at war?¡±

    Chu Guang said calmly, guessing that one of the other party¡¯s teammates who was staying outside, probably discovered the fight in the east.

    "You mean the east? If that counts as a war, our people are indeed fighting mutant humans."

    "Mutant human?" Lu Yang¡¯s expression changed slightly, "There are also mutant humans here?"

    "Where not? Those green-skinned guys are everywhere," Chu Guang smiled. "Of course, I¡¯m not sure if the mutant human in the River Valley Province is the same as the mutant human on your east coast. I heard that those with deep green skin and light green skin are not the same kind."

    "No matter which kind they are, they are a bunch of disgusting dudes! This group of dog-like beasts are like tumors that can¡¯t be killed no matter what. They are the cancer of civilization!" Lu Yang gritted his teeth and growled, with an expression of hatred and disgust on his face, making Chu Guang wonder if there was a story behind hisment.

    The next second, Chu Guang looked at him and asked, "Then are you willing to help us solve this trouble? For the future of civilization."

    Lu Yang hesitated for a moment and said. "This¡­ This isn¡¯t good, right? Our order does not allow us to intervene in the disputes of the locals."

    If they intervened in the disputes of the locals, troubles would follow one after another. He was too experienced in matters like that.

    <em>It was okay to not help in local disputes¡­ But why the hell didn¡¯t you say when you asked me for help earlier?!</em>

    "But mutant humans can¡¯t be considered human," Chu Guang said patiently without giving up, "If you are helping us, you will make things easier for yourself.¡±

    "What do you mean..." Lu Yang frowned.

    "Think about it, if we have to deal with the harassment of mutant humans, how can we do our best to help you? I promise you, as long as you solve the trouble of mutant humans for us, the number ofborers we can lend you will be doubled¡­ That¡¯s 200 people. Does a reasonable transaction vite your order?"

    <em>200 workers...</em>

    <em>It seems that version 0.7 has to be pushed forward¡­</em>

    Chu Guang pondered silently.

    <em>Since there¡¯s a new map, I can release it as a new expansion of the game and more yers into the game. Of course, this will not be abor dispatch in name, but a limited-time event! Wahaha!</em>

    <em>There are limited-time activities in the testing stage, and you can get rewards without paying. Is there anything better?! </em>

    Chu Guang was almost moved by how great his ideas were.

    Lu Yang, who was facing him, was stunned.

    <em>Two hundred people?!</em>

    <em>Are there two hundred people in this survivor colony?!</em>

    If the vige outside was also included, there might be. However, what he needed were able-bodiedborers, not the old and weak and definitely not the women and children.

    However, it was also possible that there were still people who hadn¡¯te to the surface¡­

    After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Lu Yang finally nodded reluctantly. "I hope you will keep your word."

    The more people who helped, the faster they would progress. If he could, he didn¡¯t want to waste too much time, they were already going slow enough on the way into the River Valley Province!

    "Of course, I am the most trustworthy person!" Chu Guang smiled brightly in response.

    He knew that from the moment the man in front of him lowered his head, the group of mutant humans who stayed on 76th Street were as good as dead.

 Chapter 136: Reporter Little Seven and Director Chu

    Near the east gate of the Wend Park.

    The battle between yers and mutant humans continued.

    After Sideline cking led the team to get a kill, he quickly retreated with his teammates. Following the retreat route marked on the VM map, they quickly retreated to the evacuation point on the adjacent street.

    Normally, other FPS games would show that the mission waspleted at this point.

    But for an open-world game like Wastnd Online, a monster¡¯s hatred didn¡¯t seem to depend on how far it was from its camp, but rather how much it wanted to tear you apart.

    The mutant humans who came out chasing him did not swarm into the ambush circle, but divided into three teams to nk their ass.

    This also led to the fact that in addition to the mutant humans who rushed onto the street first and was caught by surprise by the yers who were ambushing here, the remaining two teams of mutant humans with full HP and hatred also entered the battlefield.

    <em>Fifteen against thirty.</em>

    Even if the yers had an advantage in numbers, having only twice the number was obviously far from enough to fill the gap in levels and attributes. The battle became tense for a while.

    "Fuck! Just how much HP does a mutant human have?!"

    "Two shots in the chest still wouldn¡¯t kill them. Do I have to shoot them in the head?!"

    "This is so disgusting, I can¡¯t kill them without an anti-material rifle!"

    "I¡¯m afraid the anti-material rifle will not be very useful. It¡¯s not a problem of whether the bullet can prate it or not. After all, even if the bullets prate them, they still look like nothing happened to them. I think at least it has to be a recoilless rifle or RPG!"

    "Holy shit, brother, do you also y <em>Squad</em>? Let¡¯s team up next time."

    "Uh, I y<em> ARMA 3</em> more often¡­ So I don¡¯t understand what you are saying."

    "Developers, stop messing around! Their health regeneration is simply too unreasonable!"

    After firing a few rounds of arrows, the mutant humans gradually began to discover that those humans seemed to have no other means other than shooting small water pipes.

    There also appeared to be no other reinforcements around.

    A hideous smile gradually appeared on those green brutes¡¯ faces. The mutant humans who were close by carried the hood and door removed from the car wreckage as a shield, and drew out axes and short knives, ready to fight those skinny humans in close quarters.

    Looking at the fallen teammate next to him, remembering his promise as a man, Sideline cking had a sad and angry expression on his face. He removed the VM on his arm and stuffed it into the arms of hisrades beside him.

    "Brother, this is my VM, you bring it back for me!"

    The yer was stunned for a moment, and said dumbly.

    "Damn, what are you doing?"

    "I said I would bring all the brothers back alive, but it turned out that I was the only one left." The more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt.

    He also stuffed his beloved gun into the hands of his teammates, and picked up the spear on the ground.

    "You, head back! I¡¯m going to fight them to the death¡­"

    Before he finished speaking, there was a loud st.

    The head of a mutant human soldier who had just left the cover and rushed over to him exploded in a burst of blood mist, and fell to the side.

    Looking at the sudden scene, the yers who were squatting behind the cover and shooting were stunned.

    <em>What the fuck?</em>

    <em>What happened?</em>

    <em>Did the developers finally stop messing around?!</em>

    The mutant humans who had just rushed halfway were also dumbfounded. They stared at the fallenrades in confusion, and fell into chaos for a while.

    <em>Head?</em>

    <em>Why is it gone?!</em>

    Time did not stop due to the stunned force of the two sides, and the sonic boom that pierced the air sounded like scattering beans!

    The metal projectiles, which had been elerated to Mach 5 by the electromaic rail, burst out of the chambers and shot from the side of the street like a storm.

    The mutant human warriors who had rushed to the street were instantly destroyed by the sudden attack, their bodies were sted into pieces, and their body parts scattered everywhere.

    Some mutant humans¡¯ bodies were riddled with holes instantly. They fell into a pool of blood and stopped breathing before they even had time to scream.

    There was no need to mention flesh and blood. Even a steel te less than 20mm thick would be like a piece of paper in the face of the horrific amount of kic energy contained in those projectiles.

    Looking at the four exoframes walking out of the shadows, and the flickering arcs of the muzzles, the eyes of the yers crouching behind the cover were wide open in astonishment.

    "Holy shit¡­ What is this?!"

    "Exoframe?! Awesome! It¡¯s the exoframe on the official website!"

    "Are they allies?!"

    "Probably? It looks like they are here to kill mutant humans!"

    "The developers are awesome!"

    "This is so damn cool..."

    There were envious expressions on the faces of many yers.

    The smooth ergonomic design, angr breastte and shoulder armor perfectly matched their violent aesthetic.

    And those amazingly powerful Gauss Rifles!

    These green-skinned brutes were like papers in front of them.

    To sum it up in one sentence¡­ It¡¯s freaking awesome!

    "I bet that this group of people is at least level 30!"

    "Not necessarily, only their equipment is strong. If I have a whole set, I¡¯ll be as powerful as them!"

    "Give me a break! But then again, Wastnd Online¡¯s equipment doesn¡¯t seem to have a level limit?"

    "I see in the settings that some weapons seem to have attribute requirements. For example, the administrator¡¯s hammer has a high demand for strength... At least that¡¯s what it seems like..."

    "Say, what would happen to the exoframe¡¯s armor if it was hit by the administrator¡¯s hammer?"

    "Emmm¡­ You can ask the developers..."

    The battlefield turned into a one-sided ughter.

    The yers had stopped firing. They stood to the side, andpletely handed over the battlefield to this group of friendly troops that came out of nowhere.

    Their little water pipes couldn¡¯t help anyway.

    It was better to save some bullets and watch the cutscene.

    In the middle of the storm, instead of retreating, the agitated mutant humans roared and charged towards the members d in exoframes. Their muscr arms swung out, trying to hit the neers with stones, javelins, and axes.

    However, in the face of the thick steel te, their attacks were no different from scatches. They could only make tinkling sounds on the armor.

    They were like cavalry charging into a group of tanks.

    The reckless behavior of these mutant humans hastened their demise.

    "Did these beasts only have muscles for brains? It¡¯s okay to charge at those survivors, but how stupid are they to charge at exoframes?"

    Looking at the axe that fell on his chest and bounced off, a marine grinned. Taking out the overheated barrel from the maic rail, and recing it with a new one, he continued to pull the trigger.

    "Hahaha, I agree! The green-skinned monsters on the east coast at least know how to put two useless steel tes on their chests!"

    Less than three minutes after they stepped into the battlefield, most of the mutant humans had been killed or injured, and the streets were full of body parts, broken arms, and bloody corpses.

    The battlefield was brutal but the fighting basically ceased.

    Lu Yang raised his right fist to signal a ceasefire to his teammates, and was about to step forward to check the situation of the friendly troops.

    However, something unexpected happened the very next moment.

    In the shadows beside the street, an angry roar ripped through the air.

    Then everyone saw that a green-skinned brute with his top naked stood up with an iron bucket in his arms, and mmed it forward.

    With the most primitive brute force, he threw the iron bucket and anger at the iron lumps who ughtered hispanions.

    As the fuse slowly burned out, the iron barrel filled with explosives exploded in mid-air!

    Although the suddenly violent mutant human was killed instantly by the soldiers who reacted quickly, the billowing smoke and shrapnel swallowed the nearest exoframe.

    The flying shrapnel obviously didn¡¯t damage the armor, leaving only some small scratches. However, due to the angle, the shock wave of the explosion shook the soldier inside violently.

    There were violent coughs in themunication channel. The stunned soldier stumbled out of the smoke with the gun in his left hand, his right hand pressing on the undamaged helmet as he shook his dizzy head repeatedly.

    The teammate next to him saw this and went up to help him. "Shit... Brother, are you okay?"

    "He¡¯s fine. Maybe he just needs a new pair of pants."

    "Fuck... fuck you! Cough cough... I feel like I need to see a doctor."

    "What kind of doctor?"

    "Maybe a colostomy specialist, I suspect that he was taken aback and swallowed the gum in his mouth."

    "Shut up!"

    After reprimanding his team members, Lu Yang stretched out his hand to grab therade who was hit by the explosion. He pressed his shoulders and made him look at him, staring at his helmet and said earnestly.

    "Are you okay?"

    Taking a deep breath, the soldier nodded.

    "I¡­ I¡¯m fine!"

    "Very good!"

    Lu Yang patted his shoulder armor, nodded affirmatively, then raised his right fist and swung forward, making an offensive gesture.

    "Keep pushing!"

    "Let¡¯s get rid of all the bugs before the sun goes down."

    "Don¡¯t leave a single one!"

    ¡­

    Far away.

    Chu Guang, who was peeping through the drone, told Little Seven to capture those wonderful moments whilementing on thebat effectiveness of the marines.

    "... It seems that this exoframe is notpletely invincible. I thought it would at least be equipped with a nitrogen shield, or something else on it."

    "However, to be able to withstand dozens of kilograms of explosives at such an extreme distance, it is also very strong. It¡¯s a bit exaggerated to say that it makes them a humanoid tank, but it¡¯s not that exaggerated to say that at least brings them to the level of a humanoid armored vehicle.¡±

    The mutant human¡¯s technology tree was at most upgraded to ck gunpowder, and the explosive power of ck gunpowder of the same mass was only about one fifth or one tenth of TNT.

    Ignoring the effects of other factors such as detonation speed and explosive burning speed, the power just now was probablyparable to the power of 5 to 10 kilograms of TNT.

    It wasn¡¯t actually weak.

    "If there is a conflict, I think... 10 kilograms is probably not enough, but 50 kilograms of TNT is definitely enough."

    Chu Guang evaluated his new allies highly.

    At that point in the battle, there was basically no suspense.

    Under the cover of an observer, the four marines wearing exoframes advanced along the alleys between the abandoned buildings, and cleanly eliminated the mutant humans lying in ambush in the alleys and ruins.

    Maybe it was because he was thinking too much, or maybe it was because those soldiers were flexing, Chu Guang always felt that they were showing off.

    But it didn¡¯t matter.

    Chu Guang wished they were more showy. It was best to show the full performance of the exoframe, so that his game trailer could also be more impactful.

    "Little Seven, get closer, stick to them from the upper left, and let the camera follow them in their forward charge. We need to capture their momentum in the video!"

    "Ah? Do you still want me to get closer? But I¡¯m worried that a stray bullet will identally..."

    <em>And what momentum was its master talking about?</em>

    "It¡¯s alright, you just need to focus on taking the footage. Anyway, they will pay for it if it breaks!" Chu Guang said without hesitation.

    "Okay, okay..."

    Looking at the exoframe that jumped five meters high with the help of the vortex engine, easily crossed the obstacles beforending steadily, Chu Guangmanded Little Seven to take a few close-ups while feeling envious.

    <em>Their maneuverability is really awesome! It¡¯s like a Hummer flying down an alley.</em>

    <em>With the ability to jump like that, who the hell would be afraid of an RPG?</em>

    <em>They can probably even run after the RPG!</em>

    <em>Sigh, I really want one!</em>

    In just five minutes, the battle outside the mutant human camp was over, and the little bit of resistance that remained was just a dying struggle.

    Instructing Little Seven to raise the camera again, Chu Guang looked at the marines that broke into the mutant human camp, feeling slight pity for the green-skinned dudes.

    "It would be great if there was a long-range tactical nuclear strike," Chu Guang sighed.

    Little Seven hummed weakly, "But, wouldn¡¯t that hurt your yers by mistake?"

    By that time, the yers also entered the alley near the mutant human camp. They were not here to support allies, but mainly to steal some kills

    A corpse of a mutant human could be exchanged for a lot of money!

    Did it matter if it wasn¡¯t killed by them?

    NPCs wouldn¡¯tpete with yers anyway.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t care about the behavior of the yers. Mutant human¡¯s corpses could also be used to extract Active Matter, and after their old experiments, he discovered it could generate quite a lot.

    At the same time, a light blue pop-up window appeared in Chu Guang¡¯s eyes.

    <strong>[Mission Complete]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Destroy the mutant human tribe on 76th Street<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>200 bonus points<strong>]</strong>

    ...

    "The area is cleared."

    "Confirmed 47 mutant humans killed... It¡¯s a lot more than the information provided by our friendly force. And because of their inurate intel, one of our buddies suffered serious brain damage, I think they should give us somepensation."

    "Fuck off¡­ If you dare to mention my brain again, I¡¯ll put my fist in your mouth!"

    "Hahaha, calm down, I was just joking."

    The soldiers who upied the camp were joking with each other on themunication channel. This time, Lu Yang ignored them. After the battle, they really needed to rx a bit.

    All mutant humans had been removed, and not a single live one was spared.

    In fact, the mutant humans also didn¡¯t give them a chance to spare them.

    From the moment they entered the fortress, the green-skinned monsters in strange clothes in the camp rushed towards them like crazy.

    Of course, it waspletely useless.

    In front of the Gauss Rifle, not to mention their muscles, even their wooden stockades were the same as paper.

    They drove the remaining mutant humans to the east side of the camp, which was probably the leader¡¯s tent, or something like that. Then they shot inside until the barrel of the guns between the maic rails was burning red, and then they stopped and went in to finish them off.

    There was no need to talk about kindness to those mutant humans.

    They hadn¡¯t done one good thing in two centuries.

    "Captain, and here and check this out..."

    "What did you find?"

    "Some interesting things¡­ You cane and have a look."

    Hearing the voice of hisrades, Lu Yang, who was exining the situation to the Pioneer 10 kilometers away, immediately walked towards the teammate.

    In front of the two of them was a spacious wooden house, the door of which was wide at both ends and narrow in the middle, with spikes hanging from the eaves, like the mouth of a monster. In the house were disyed parts taken from some prey, including bear ws, deer heads, dogs with two heads, and human hands.

    The mutant human had a peculiar tribal culture. They not only worshiped blood and violence, but also had a unique feeling for the mutants in the wastnd.

    They would not eat the whole prey, but would keep a part of it, half of which would be smeared with liquid containing copper sulfate and nitrous acid, as a trophy collection, and the other half would be thrown at the gate of the camp or outside the fence as tributes to the gods in their minds... Although most of these tributes would end up being eaten by creatures such as rats and cockroaches.

    It was kind of like an altar for loot.

    "Is there anything worth noting here?" Lu Yang nced at the situation in the room, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

    If he could, he really didn¡¯t want to stay here for a second more.

    "Yes Captain¡­ I found something strange here."

    Saying that, the teammate shone light from his helmet on the floor.

    Lu Yang looked along the light and saw a deep bloodstain printed on the wooden floor.

    Looking at the shape, it looked a bit like the stains where a corpse was dragged across the floor.

    "It¡¯s a bit like a ce of sacrifice, where the mutant human ughtered the prey and then dismembered it."

    "Okay, you don¡¯t need to exin it. I know how they do it." Lu Yang frowned and stepped forward. His right foot stepped on the floor made of solid wood and heard a strange sound. N?v(el)B\\jnn

    There seemed to be something strange with the sound produced.

    Stomping down, his foot smashed the wood nk into pieces.

    As expected!

    The floor below was empty.

    Lu Yang did the same and broke a few more pieces of wood nks, and shot a beam of light down below. What he saw was a tunnel with strange symbols engraved on the wall.

    "... There is a tunnel?" The teammate walked up to him and said,paring the pre-war maps in the database.

    "Our current location should be the central flower bed of amunity... Judging from the concrete structure below, this underground passage should have been built before the war."

    So those symbols on the wall were left by mutant humans?

    "Where do you think this tunnel will lead?"

    "I don¡¯t know, but based on experience... There are only some special shelters that need to be hidden under the flower bed."

    Lu Yang thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.

    "Let¡¯s check it out."

 Chapter 137: Alpha 0.7

    Below the mutant humans¡¯ camp, as Lu Yang¡¯s teammate had guessed, was a pre-war shelter.

    From the moment they entered the tunnel, they could smell the stench of blood. There were indications that it had been a ce of worship for those mutant humans since many years ago, and the walls were covered in blood and grease with all kinds of chilling patterns.

    However, what Lu Yang and his teammate did not expect was that, apart from some scary skeletons, they actually found a broken nurturing cabin and a clone breeding facility that was still working!

    The clone-breeding facility contained 24 chambers, in which even half-developed embryos could be seen.

    Perhaps because of the premature construction, the biotechnology used in the breeding facility was not very advanced and had not been updated.

    Even with ample energy and raw materials, the device would take at least three months to produce a baby and seven months for the baby to develop into a teenager.

    Taking into ount the extreme situation of sparse poption after the war, the builder of this shelter facility probably hoped to use cloning technology to transfer poption to the post-war society, and even equipped the facility with a guide and a nurturing cabin.

    However, the nurturing cabin had been broken for many years, and the person inside has long since disappeared.

    The mutant humans who upied this ce seemed to regard this facility as some kind of miracle.Just pour in the raw materials, they would be able to harvest a white and tender human being after 10 months!

    For them, who were bloodthirsty and savage, the miraculous phenomenon was indeed no different from the gift of the gods.

    As for these clones whoe out of the nurturing cabin, the males would generally be eaten by them in various ways, while the females would be eaten in another sense.

    Due to the unstable technology used, there were many branches of mutant humans.

    One of the two main branches was eunuchs without reproductive organs, which cannot reproduce by traditional means, and needed to use human babies and nurturing cabins to create more of the same kind.

    The other type had reproductive organs, but because only the mutated Y chromosome was obtained, this type of mutant human had no females and needed human egg cells to reproduce.

    If the chromosome pairing was X and X, then the fetus would be human, but the probability was very small. And if the pairing was X and Y, then the fetus produced would be the children of mutant humans.

    Once thetter situation urred, most of the mothers would die in childbirth, and few survived. And even if they survived, mutant humans would eat them quickly. After all, humans who had lost their reproductive function were no different from food to them.

    Generally speaking, the former type of mutant humans was the earliest mutant humans, usually with a certain degree of civilization. Legend has it that long ago, they even retained the moral values ??of the pre-war society, knowing to control the number of their own ethnic groups to avoid more people bing victims of unfinished technology... Although the fragile moral code did not persist for a few years.

    The second type of mutant human was a pure savage, and it was also the one with the fastest reproduction rate and thergest number. It was said that they were the ancestors of the former mutant human, the result of gic engineering efforts, but it was clear that they did not solve the fundamental problem, or they only solved their own problems.

    In either case, one thing was certain, these green-skinned beasts were basically tumors.

    It was no exaggeration to describe them as the cancer of civilization.

    If they did rule the, the only fate for humans was to be reduced to their domestic animals, kept in captivity as food and reproductive tools.

    "... Twenty-four chambers. On average, those mutant humans could harvest a fresh human being every half a month. In the past ten or even decades, the clones born from those chambers had been experiencing birth and death repeatedly."

    Back in the reception room in the outpost.

    Lu Yang, who came back from the mutant human tribe, chatted with Chu Guang about what he had seen in the mutant human tribe in an emotional tone.

    When he heard that Captain Lu blew up the ce after taking photos and collecting evidence, Chu Guang finally couldn¡¯t help but scolded Lu Yang for wasting resources.

    However, with his high emotional intelligence, he still said something politely. "Good job."

    Lu Yang nodded and epted thepliment with joy.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Thank you for thepliment, I think this is what every human with a conscience would do, and we cannot let this technology fall into the hands of others."

    Chu Guang frowned slightly. "Aren¡¯t your views a bit extreme? What if this technology is used to do the right thing? At least the technology itself is innocent."

    Lu Yang smiled lightly and said, "What is the right thing? ves? Barbarians? Marauders? Mutant human breeding grounds? Or organ farms? Technically speaking, mature embryo culture technology can produce an adult within a month, but this does not mean that they can immediately possess the mind of an adult. Even if we can actively transfer a lot of information to them, the human brain also has a limit on the speed of ingesting and processing information, and some things must be established when the brain is immature."

    "I¡¯m not an expert in this field, and I can¡¯t discuss the theoretical possibility with you. But from what I¡¯ve seen, very few people use this kind of thing in the right ce¡­ Right, by the way..."

    As he spoke, Lu Yang suddenly remembered an important thing, and put a round tube the size of a fist on the table.

    Just as Chu Guang wanted to ask what it was, Lu Yang continued.

    "This is the fusion battery I found in that shelter, don¡¯t be nervous... This cold fusion battery is very safe, as long as it doesn¡¯t melt down, you can even put it under your pillow."

    "This joke isn¡¯t funny." Chu Guang raised an eyebrow while staring at him.

    Lu Yangughed and said, "Maybe. I¡¯m not very good at telling jokes. This type of model was verymon in civilian shelters. Although it can¡¯t be used in the fusion reactor of a shelter, I heard that some shelters¡¯ emergency power supply ispatible with this type of battery. Anyway, we don¡¯t use it, but I think you might need it. However, after being used by those mutant humans for so many years, it only has 11% of energy left, I¡¯m afraid it won¡¯t be of much help."

    "11% is not a bad," Chu Guang showed a smile on his face, and took the battery decisively, "Thank you, it¡¯s a big help!"

    ...

    Although it required a specialized device to use the battery, it was better than nothing.

    What if it could be used one day?

    Chu Guang also had the entry card for Shelter 117, which he got from Xia Yan. If that shelter ran out of power, at least the battery would be able to keep it up and running for a while.

    After leaving the battery, Lu Yang told Chu Guang that he needed to go back with his team. Chu Guang politely sent them to the gate of the outpost.

    It was gettingte.

    ording to Captain Lu, after going back tonight, he had to write a report exining their actions, where he and the team used their ammunition, and the necessity of doing so.

    Chu Guang could see that Captain Lu was a man full of justice.

    Or at least, he was of the chaotic good nature that did whatever he thought was right, or thewful neutral nature who only carried out his order.

    However, Chu Guang actually preferred the former judgment.

    After all, he was eventually persuaded by him to break the rule of not intervening in local disputes.

    In addition, what about the embryos that developed to different stages of life in the cloning facility he blew up? And what about the poor people who were pregnant with mutant human children?

    Of course Chu Guang wouldn¡¯t ask, and Lu Yang didn¡¯t say it either.

    But he felt that the man in front of him would probably end the suffering of those poor people decisively, and send away the lives in the nurturing cabins who had not yet opened their eyes.

    Chu Guang felt that he was lucky. Fortunately, Lu Yang wasn¡¯t someone who sent him trouble he couldn¡¯t take care of.

    Otherwise, he really wouldn¡¯t know how to deal with the mutant humans properly...

    Seeing those NPCs who couldn¡¯tmunicate with them leave, Mosquito, who craved for their equipment, couldn¡¯t wait to walk to Chu Guang and ask.

    "Dear administrator, may I ask who those people are..."

    "Guests from far away. They have encountered a little trouble, and it is estimated that they will stay here for about half a month."

    After speaking, Chu Guang turned around and walked back to the outpost. He took the elevator and returned to the shelter.

    It was already seven o¡¯clock in the evening in the wastnd, which was exactly twelve hours time difference from the real world.

    Many yers who still had to go to work during the day went offline one after another at this time, and then they all went to the forum to chit-chat.

    It was time for Chu Guang, the game designer, to get to work.

    Turning on theputer, he logged in to the official website.

    Not surprisingly, the official website has be lively.

    Tail: Shocked! Did you see those new gear? (*©b§¥©b)

    Elf Wang: I saw it! They first appeared at the north gate of the base? Later, they went out through the east gate, and it seemed that they went to the east of the wend park.

    Yaya: I, I, I saw it too! They also bought the mushroom soup from me just before they left, but they gave me paper money... They just stared at me for a while, then walked away with my pot, I didn¡¯t even dare to say anything. I¡¯m waiting online, can anyone tell me how to use the paper with the value of 100CR? QAQ

    Sideline cking: Yes! They came to the east of the wend park! They were here with us just now! We had a fight with those mutant humans.

    Construction Boy: For real? Exoframes vs mutant humans? Hurry up and tell me, who won?

    Sideline cking: Isn¡¯t this obvious? It¡¯s a massacre! Sigh, the developers probably realized that mutant humans were too difficult to defeat, so they spawned a group of high-level NPCs to help us kill those high-level wild monsters.

    Yaya: No one knows?! QAQ

    Irene: I don¡¯t know. How about I use 1 silver coin to exchange it with you? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: Do you think I¡¯m a fool! (#£à§¥)

    Tail: To tell you the truth, I also want one! Is it toote to start saving money now? (o?¨Œ?)o

    Sisi: Tail! Wake up , you have no money.

    Tail: !!!¡Æ(?§¥?¥Î)¥Î

    Mosquito: I knew it! I¡¯ve said it many times that those mutant humans¡¯ strength was a bit outrageous! How is it reasonable that they cannot be killed with RPGs?

    Midnight_pubg: Noob!

    Mosquito: %£¤#@

    Escaping Mole: Let¡¯s do a wave of rational analysis. The content of this in-game update is probably toplete the sci-fi part of the game background, and at the same time bnce the strength of mutant humans. After all, letting a group of rookies with an average level of less than 5 to fight a group of level 20 green-skinned brutes is simply ridiculous! I will make a separate post to talk about it in a while. Old brothers, don¡¯t panic, let me change the slides for my stupid boss first.

    Looking at the excited discussion posts in the forum and the analysis posts bypetent yers, Chu Guang, who was thinking about how to write the Alpha 0.7 update announcement, couldn¡¯t help but have a smile on his face.

    I was just thinking about what to write in the update.

    But now I don¡¯t need to think anymore.

    Very nice.

    ¡­¡­

    <strong>[Wastnd Online closed alpha server alpha 0.7 version update announcement]</strong>

    <strong>[Major update]</strong>

    <strong>[1. </strong>The number of yers in the alpha test has increased to 400!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. Expansion: </strong>The Continental Vessel!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Optimization]</strong>

    <strong>[1. </strong>Added arge number of high-tech weapon models to bnce the too strong mutants and hostile forces.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. </strong>Added the function of punching holes in weapons. After paying the proprietress of the weapon shop, you can punch a hole in the designated position of the equipment to obtain the effect of equipment durability -1.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[3. </strong>The weather system is strengthened, and more intense snowstorms are expected to hit in the near future.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[4. </strong>Richer internal details of the shelter.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[5. </strong>Fixed a few bugs.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[6</strong>. ¡­<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Current Number of applications: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Background: </strong>And-based fortress named the Pioneer has anchored 10 kilometers due north of the shelter. They came from the far east coast and went west in search of hope for civilization. Although we have chosen different paths from them, we have all solemnly sworn under the banner of the Federation of People.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Introduction: </strong>During the duration of the expansion, a new mission system and event gamey will be unlocked. And fortress named the Pioneer will be spawned in the north of the outpost, and the NPC, First Pioneering Corps Quartermaster, will be added to the outpost.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>Register with the quartermaster if you want to go to the camp ten kilometers away to support our allies, and unlock the exclusive mission of the expansion pack during the event. The number of yers in each reinforcement operation is limited to a maximum of 200 yers, which will be rotated after three days.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>In addition to the generous rewards forpleting the mission, there are also event points that can be collected. After the expansion, not only can the event points be used for lottery draws and exchange for prizes, but the top ten yers can also unlock limited titles and mysterious gifts from allies! What could it be? Your game designer, Light, is also looking forward to it!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Expansion CG: </strong>(Picture 1) (Picture 2) (Picture 3)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Expansion Promotional PV-Exoframe: </strong>click to y<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 138.1: Fucking Crazy Amazing Promotional Video...

    The promotional trailer was only one minute long.

    After all, it was a Promotional Video for baiting yers, and there were not many scenes.

    In the first 21 seconds scene, considering that the equipment level of the yers and mutant human was too primitive and uninteresting, Chu Guang simply used a still camera to shoot the flying axes, javelins, arrows, and mes and bullets that shot out of the iron tube rifles in the sky. Each of them would have 2-second close-up slow motions.

    And apanied by slow and melodious ssical music, it added a bit of dark humor to the brutal and bloody war picture.

    At the 17 seconds mark, the background music suddenly stopped, the screen elerated like an arrow released from the string, the frozen axes flew towards the yer standing behind the cover, the bullets shot into the chest of the mutant human, and blood sttered everywhere.

    At 18 seconds, a mutant human removed a car¡¯s door, pulled out a dull, rusted knife, and charged with a roar.

    The rhythm suddenly sped up!

    Every frame and every second was so exciting!

    In 3 seconds, the originally deadlocked battle situation exploded like a lit gunpowder keg.At 0 minutes and 21 seconds, the situation of the yers turned extremely dangerous, and they were about to face the mutant humans in a close battle. At this moment, the four marines d in exoframes suddenly entered the battlefield from the side of the street like celestial soldiers!

    Electromaically elerated metal projectiles caused a bloody storm on the street. The green-skinned muscr wild monsters wailed and fell, and the concrete walls and vehicle wreckage beside them were riddled with holes.

    The battle turned into a one-sided ughter in an instant!

    The mutant humans on the street were killed one after another.

    Thest mutant human with the upper body naked roared and threw out the powder keg in his hand, symbolizing his final stand.

    The focused lens gave a slow-motion close-up of the powder keg flying in mid-air. The bursting mes followed closely with a war boot that stepped out of the smoke and fire without injury, and a heavily fallen green-skinned corpse marked the climax of the impassioned heavy metal music!

    As for the scene where one of the exoframes was hit by the bomb, Chu Guang certainly wouldn¡¯t keep it in the Promotional Video to affect the overall rhythm.

    With the fast-paced music, the exoframes went all the way from the main road to the alley between the ruins. A total of fifteen minutes of street fighting and the siege of the stronghold were all condensed into the essence of 30 seconds!

    There were no boring scenes throughout the entire video!

    In less than two minutes after the Promotional Video was uploaded, thement area instantly flooded with hundreds ofments, and it continued to increase.

    No One Understands Love: What the fuck?! Is this a game Promotional Video or a movie?!

    Little Girl Trafficker: Stunned! It feels like a Hollywood blockbuster to me!

    Extremely Delicious: This graphic and this effect¡­ It¡¯s freaking awesome!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Lightning Professor: Holy shit! This is the in-game footage? Or is it a separate CGI trailer? The destruction effect in this video is too awesome, and the flying stones are just like the real thing!

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Hehe, look at those ignorant people. I bet they must haven¡¯t seen the world before. Which of those Bollywood IMAX blockbusters is not better than this one? It¡¯s not me being condescending, it¡¯s the way you are trying to praise this game is so embarrassing. Moreover, this CGI special effect is not even up to the standard in China, let alone the international level. I can pick out 200 unreasonable faults from this video alone. My uncle runs an animationpany in Hang City, and any videos made by his interns are better than this.

    Irene: Did I remember wrong? I thought your ancestor was from the prairie, and everyone you know could pull the string of a 500-pound bow? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of theputer peeking at the screen, almost couldn¡¯t hold back hisughter. Watching the dude trolling in the forum was almost a source of happiness for him every day.

    Well¡­ There was one thing the troll was wrong about.

    After all, it was really not a special effect!

    Every frame of this promotional video was taken by Little Seven controlling the drone under hismand.

    At most, he only edited the shooting material and added a some music and filter to make the visual impact of the film stronger.

    However, Chu Guang did not expect that the pictures he shot would be mistaken for special effects by thoseizens?

    It seemed that he had a talent for directing.

    Looking at hundreds ofments below the video, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but smile.

    He should make more in the future!

    Sideline cking: Oh dang! They actually used the in-game footage! I was there!

    Failed Sessfully: In-game footage?! Brother, which one in the video was you?

    Elf Wang: The one crouching on the ground.

    Kakarot: Hahaha! Coward!

    Sideline cking: Fuck off! I was changing gear, alright! (Angry)

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Go watch the 21st second! The corpse on the ground was me! Haha, I¡¯m in the promotional video!

    Garbage: I just wanted to ask, can lizardmen wear this thing? QAQ

    Roshan: Can bears wear it? QAQ

    Garbage: Why do you need it? You don¡¯t even go to the battlefield!

    Irene: I don¡¯t think it will be useful to you as well, so you might as well let me have it. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Garbage: Screw you!

    All the threads in the entire forum were discussing the Promotional Video with a total length of 1 minute and the high-tech equipment that appeared in it. The enthusiasm of it even surpassed the enthusiasm of Alpha 0.7 update!

    It was actually quite understandable after thinking about it.

    There were 10,000 or 20,000 IPs active on the entire forum, but only 250 have actually qualified for the alpha test and entered the game, and 150 new yers were still waiting to enter the game.

    Although it was empty promises, at this, the video looked freaking cool!

    Chu Guang nced at thement area at the bottom of the video. Except for the praises and the rmendations of the alpha testers, the vast majority of non-alpha test yers only cared about two issues.

    The first one was if the corpses all over the ground would be too bloody?

    The other issue was the most popr question. They wanted ot know when will the public beta of Wastnd Online be?

    Half an hour has passed since the Promotional Video was uploaded, Chu Guang nced at Number of applications.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>The number actually jumped from 2333 to 5777!</em>

    And that was when the application requirements had been increased to 100 questions!

    "It feels like this game is going to be popr." Chu Guang was full of joy.

    In addition to some stubborn yers, the minds of many yers who used to firmly believe that this game didn¡¯t really exist, also began to sway.

    How were they supposed to put it?

    It seemed like the game was really real!

    At least since the Promotional Video animation didn¡¯t start with a dog or copy the Drakengard, there was nothing wrong with applying for the qualification to support it, right?

    <em>What if it¡¯s true?</em>

    <em>Wouldn¡¯t that be awesome?</em>

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t know how to answer the yers¡¯ call for the public beta test. It not only depended on whether the system would let him do so, but also whether he needed so many people.

    For the time being, he would just ignore those calls. After all, he was used to it anyway.

    As everyone knew, good games needed time to be developed.

    If they didn¡¯t dy the release for two to three years, they should be embarrassed to call themselves an AAA masterpiece.

    For example, a certain cyberpunk game. If the pre-order yers didn¡¯t keep urging the development team, would they still release a shitty game? If they truly waited till 2077,there would definitely not be so many bugs!

    Chu Guang promised that there would definitely be a public beta test before <em>GTA 6</em> goes live.

    Of course, in case the sales of <em>GTA 5</em> suddenly plummeted, he would take back his words.

    What shocked the yers was not only the promotional video, but also the CGI of the Pioneer, thend-based fortress.

    The huge and heavy steel chassis and the powerful heavy-duty tracks perfectly fit the industrial enthusiasts¡¯ aesthetic for megastructure projects. The box-shaped buildings on the tracks and the chassis, and the modr design of the simple style also attracted the attention of many sci-fi yers.

    Manyizens were asking in the forum, which artist created the effect.

    ...

 Chapter 138.2: Fucking Crazy Amazing Promotional Video...

    In the Bull and Horse Club.

    Recently, the group has be a Wastnd Online game group. Every day, several group members were only discussing things rted to Wastnd Online.

    As soon as news of Alpha 0.7 was updated, the group became lively in an instant.

    Night Ten: Damn it, the official website has been upied by non test yers! The Alpha 0.7 version has been out for half an hour, but I can¡¯t see any posts discussing the new version at the top of the forum! You gotta be kidding me!

    Gale: Calm down, This is normal. I just took a look at Number of applications. It¡¯s almost 6000. You have to understand the people who are still queuing in the forum.

    Ample Time: +1, I don¡¯t mind it anyway. It will be lively if there are more people. Besides, without those people, who are you going to show off to? (Grinning)

    Night Ten: Screw you! Then why do you always stop me when I¡¯m trying to show off!

    Old White: What you were doing wasn¡¯t showing off. You are trying to pull hatred under the Devs¡¯ noses. Okay, let¡¯s stop talking about this. Have you seen the update announcement? The content of this update seems to be a bit awesome!

    Ample Time: It¡¯s the new expansion. How can it not be awesome? I¡¯m already prepared! When the quartermaster NPC appears, I¡¯ll apply straightaway. (Grinning)Night Ten: Wait, what about the Greenhouse Ruins?

    Ample Time: Don¡¯t panic, everything has a priority. If you want to stay on the T0dder, you must follow the expansion. Let¡¯s find out the situation of the expansion pack first! As for the Greenhouse Ruins, there are still 7 days left. Even if it is expired, it¡¯s not a big deal. At worst, we can spend some money to bid on it again. At most, we will lose 50% of the profit. So don¡¯t worry about it.

    Gale: Indeed, this Continental Vessel expansion seems to have exclusive event points for the expansion, and after the expansion, not only will there be a limited title, but also a lottery draw.

    Old White: I am more curious about the mysterious gifts for the top ten yers, I don¡¯t know what the rewards will be. If it is an exoframe, it will be awesome. It will be much easier for us to kill moths. (Smiling)

    Tomato Eggs: Oh, I don¡¯t know if the chef profession cane in handy. T.T

    Sword Execution: Calm down, I¡¯m already very satisfied that I can go and look at thend-based fortress at close range. As for other things, it¡¯s not important anymore!

    Mosquito: Speaking of which, we are going to help them to repair thatnd-based fortress, right? I took a look at the CGI, how should this thing be repaired? Have you guys ever seen simr things in reality?

    Ample Time: No, but I don¡¯t think the game developers would expect yers to figure it out on their own. I think when the new map opens, the devs will simply add a few NPCs to release some missions such as scavenging or exploration to collect the materials needed to repair the equipment. As for the specific repair work, it will be done by NPCs.

    Gale: It makes sense. So doesn¡¯t it mean that this new expansion pack is equivalent to changing to another map to pick up trash?

    Ample Time: Uh, that I don¡¯t know. I just think that with such a big expansion, there should be some plotline. Why don¡¯t you tag Light? He must know, but I guess he probably won¡¯t tell you. (Wink)

    Quit_smoking: @Light!!! You are awesome! Brother Light I love you! Hahahaha, I finally got it! QAQ

    Night Ten: ?

    Gale: ??

    Old White: ???

    Garbage: Seriously?

    ...

    There were a total of 100 questions in the questionnaire for yers to answer.

    It included 30 general knowledge questions, 20 questions for design expertise, 40 subjective questions to test personality, logical thinking, and character portraits, and 10 troll prevention questions.

    Those 100 questions would determine the weight score of each potential yer, as well as the user¡¯s crowd portraitbel. The two were also used as a reference for issuing testing qualifications, and would not be disyed on any user-visible page, nor would data be sold to other parties, fully taking care of user privacy.

    yers who scored between 100 and 60 points and meet the requirements of the current version would enter the lottery pool where the qualification for the closed alpha would be issued.

    Among them, each 10 point difference would be divided into a section, and the number of ces issued by different sections was different.

    In principle, the higher the score, the higher the probability of winning the qualification for the test. The lower the score was, the smaller the chance was.

    In addition, the troll prevention questions would not add or subtract points, but if someone chose the wrong option, the hidden weight points would be reset to zero.

    For example, if someone chose to be a marauder in the question about what their dream career was, or if they enjoyed killing people when ying other games, their qualifications to join the game would be stripped immediately.

    A lot of things were written in the user manual. If people answered the questions without reading it carefully, or filled in the questions without taking it seriously, then they would need to wait for the public beta.

    Except for some yers with special talents who would be qualified by default, most of the qualifications for the closed alpha were issued that way.

    As for how long they had been waiting, it would not affect the probability of being picked.

    If they didn¡¯t win the lottery for several versions in a row...

    It was not because they were on the cklist, but they were really unlucky.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t notice Quit Smoking¡¯s message. In fact, he didn¡¯t even log into his instant messenger. After browsing the official website, he focused his attention on his system.

    The mission to destroy the mutant human tribe had awarded him with 200 reward points, which could be described as getting a sudden windfall.

    Chu Guang, who had just drawn two advanced loot boxes, was able to draw even more prizes.

    "211 reward points... I¡¯ll just open 2 advanced loot boxes and 11 basic loot boxes."

    It was meaningless to buy an intermediate loot box.

    Chu Guang was not very short of medicine, and his yers didn¡¯t seem to need to use them. After a few battles, he basically gave up treating yers who suffered major injuries, and only asked yers with minor injuries toy down in the nurturing cabin to recover.

    By now, Chu Guang had already stocked up several bandages, as well as healing syringes, so it would not make much difference to give him another one.

    Unless he drew a syringe that increased his attributes, otherwise, it would only end up in his drawer. It was better to bet on the basic loot box. Drawing a lollipop with attributes would be great, and getting seasoning would be even better.

    The alloy door on the wall shook.

    Looking at what was brought to him by the conveyor belt, Chu Guang held his breath in excitement, but eventually couldn¡¯t help but curse, "Holy fuck! This¡­"

    Mechanical exoskeleton?!

    He actually saw an exoskeleton on the conveyor belt!

    The streamlined shape, the powerful alloy frame, and theyers of armor attached to the frame!

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t describe his excitement.

    His exoskeleton was finally no longer just a skeleton!

    <strong>[Equipment: </strong>Type 5 Light Cavalry Light Police Exoskeleton<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Note: </strong>Compared with the Type 6 heavy police exoskeleton, the Type 5 light police exoskeleton not only has light weapons defense, but also has stronger mobility and longer battery life, suitable for a variety of scenarios. It should be noted that although the polymer-basedposite armor can resist bullets, the material itself is not durable. It is best not to think of this as an exoframe and leave the cover recklessly. Please call for support when encountering fierce firepower. In addition, if conditions permit, please try to use it with body armor.<strong>]</strong>

    Chu Guang nced at the detailed parameters of this police exoskeleton. Whether it was endurance or load-bearing capacity, the attributes of this exoskeleton were far superior to his KV-1 Exoskeleton!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Well¡­ It was actually pretty obvious when he thought about it.

    After all, the KV-1 exoskeleton was a general-purpose model produced by Boulder Town. Except for the battery that was considered incredible technology, the other aspects weren¡¯t actually impressive.

    Light Cavalry was different.

    The exoskeleton he received was not only from the pre-war era, but also police equipment! In the words of an MMORPG, the prefix of the equipment was one rank higher than those used by civilians.

    In addition to the carbon nano protective suit that Chu Guang has always been wearing, he had two sets of body armor.

    He felt extremely safe at the moment.

    "It¡¯s decided, I¡¯ll sell the eliminated equipment to the yers!"

    "The KV-1 exoskeleton bought from Liszt cost me 800 chips. Let me see... Mhm, I¡¯ll just sell them 800 silver coins!"

    After all, it was the armor worn by the administrator. So it was no problem to sell it for a slightly higher price, right?

    In order to make yers feel that it was worth it, Chu Guang decided to give his exoskeleton a nameter, and then make up a twisted and bizarre story.

    Chu Guang, who wore the exoskeleton, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a while, feeling that the guy in the mirror was extremely handsome.

    "Yes! This is more like it."

    "It¡¯s like the embodiment of justice!"

    <em>This equipment was simply tailor-made for me, wahaha!</em>

    After finally getting over his excitement, Chu Guang then looked at another piece of equipment lying on the conveyor belt.

    Just looking at the shape of this equipment, he could feel that it was no simple trash.

    The triangr butt, the jet-ck gun body, and the two long maic rails extend outward from the gun body, with a hollow in the middle, which looked like a ridiculously long tuning fork from a distance.

    The light bluebel hovered next to it, answering all the confusions in Chu Guang¡¯s mind.

    <strong>[Equipment: </strong>Type 20 Gauss Rifle, Thorn<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 139.1: The Profound (piece of shit) Administrator

    <strong>[Equipment: </strong>Type 20 Gauss Rifle, Thorn<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Description: </strong>As the standard anti-material equipment of the orbital airborne troops, the Type 20 Gauss Rifle adopts a barrelless design and hollow maic rails. Its standard ammunition is a spike tail stabilized bullet with a caliber of 9mm and a mass of 100g.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>When shooting with standard ammunition, the theoretical discharge speed can reach Mach 5, and the kic energy of the muzzle is 144,755 joules. Taking into ount the specialbat environment of orbital airborne troops, the Type 20 Gauss rifle is designed to fire conductive mediums such as truncated iron nails and steel balls through side loading even without standard ammunition. However, what needs to be considered is that when firing non-standard ammunition, the stability and uracy of shooting cannot be guaranteed. Please refer to the user manual and make a careful choice.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>144,755 joules of kic energy!</em>

    When first seeing the number, Chu Guang thought he had read it wrong.

    <em>If I remember correctly, the 20mm caliber gun, M61 Vulcan, on the F16 fighter jet can only fire about 50,000 joules of energy per bullet!</em>

    <em>The kic energy of more than 140,000 joules is an order of magnitude higher than that of M61!</em>

    Can this even be called a gun?!

    Well¡­ If they strictly based it on the type of bullet fired, it was probably still considered a normal gun.Picking up this terrifyingly powerful Gauss Rifle from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, before taking off the cumbersome magazine.

    The bullet stuffed in the magazine was very long, and its shape was more like a long shuttle than a spike. The thread on the tail was probably its stabilizing tail, which could make the bullet spin and stabilize during flight.

    The Gauss rifles used by Lu Yang and his team seemed to have adopted another technical route, that was, a fully enclosed maic rails. A rifled barrel was added in the middle of the maic rails.

    Chu Guang noticed when peeping through the drone before that their rifles needed to have the overheated barrel reced after continuous shooting.

    Intuition told Chu Guang that the barrelless design may be more advanced, but it was difficult to say the maintenance cost and the use cost.

    "The recoil might not be small... Without an exoskeleton or an exoframe, it will really be impossible to control it."

    "And the ammunition¡­ Aren¡¯t 10 bullets a bit too few?"

    "I don¡¯t know if the bullet made of tungsten steel would work.¡±

    With the production conditions of the outpost, it was impossible to expect the material to be the same, but it should not be a problem to make a bullet with a simr shape.

    Chu Guang intended to save a few of the original bullets for valuable targets. For ordinary mutants, some low quality ammunition should be enough.

    In addition, the optical sights on the gun were also a good thing, with a maximum magnification of 12 times.

    His luck seemed to have been spent on the advanced loot box as when he opened all 11 basic loot boxes, he received 11 lollipops. They were also all chocte vored.

    However, Chu Guang was in a good mood. Not only did his blood pressure not rise, but instead he gave Xia Yan and Xiaoyu a lollipop each, sharing the joy he was feeling.

    A cannon and a piece of armor.

    He wasn¡¯t just slightly lucky.

    He hit the damn jackpot!

    ...

    The next day was a rare sunny day.

    There was not a single cloud in the sky.

    However, there was a lot of snow from the night before, and snowkes the size of goose feathers had been falling all night. When the sun came up, the deepest part of the snow was above the knees.

    Chu Guang still hired two nomads to clean the snow in the outpost.

    After inspecting the training of the guards, Chu Guang found Luca.

    "I¡¯ll give you a mission. The details are already on your VM. Go to the brick factory and pick two clever survivors as your assistants."

    "Later, our allies will send people to register with us for the list of dispatchedborers. After that, you can set out with them ording to what I exined on the VM."

    Luca nodded respectfully. "As ordered, sir."

    Not long after Luca went in the direction of the brick factory, Chu Guang saw through the drone in the sky that an off-road vehicle withrge tires was tearing through the snow from the north.

    There were 4 people in the car.

    Except for the driver of the car and the bodyguard who wore exoskeletons with light weapons, the two people in the back were not even equipped. They only wore gray coats and were probably civilians.

    The road condition on the wastnd was very poor, especially in the urban area. One stretch of road could have ten uneven broken sections. Some of the rtively wide cracks even revealed the buried pipeline, and the width could be more than two meters.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Not to mention how cars couldn¡¯t pass through¡­ Even people and animals found it difficult to pass, and could only walk around the ruins that were rtively intact.

    The road along the viaduct out of the city was not smooth, and many pits were buried by snow.

    Chu Guang watched from the sky and guessed with Little Seven when the car would break down. In the end, Little Seven guessed it right. About 1 kilometer away, the front wheel of the off-road vehicle s;ammed into a ditch.

    Snow flew into the sky, but no matter how tires were spinning, the car just couldn¡¯t get out of the pit.

    The co-pilot and driver could only get out of the car, grabbing the wheel hub with both hands, and using the brute force of the exoskeleton to lift the front of the car out of the ditch.

    Chu Guang originally nned to find two strength type yers to help them, but when he saw what was happening, he immediately dismissed the idea.

    "The power of science and technology is still much better."

    <em>When can I give my adorable yers a whole set each?</em>

    <em>When that happens, how fast will they be able to move bricks around¡­?</em>

    With a sigh in his heart, Chu Guang turned off the VM screen and went downstairs to the north gate to wait, after the group of people got back into the car and drove to the north gate of the Wend Park.

    ...

    The off-road vehicle could not enter. The driver and the car stayed in front of the north gate of the park and waited, while the other three got out of the car and continued on their way.

    The group quickly arrived at the outpost, met the administrator at the north gate, and went to the reception room at his invitation.

    "Let me introduce myself, I am Li De from the Logistics Division of the Silver Wing Corporate Group First Pioneering Corps, which is affiliated to Enterprise, and behind me is Luo Hua, a colleague of our Logistics Division, who is in charge of liaison andmunication and the temporary office in your camp. The other is Ace from the Security Division, who is mainly responsible for our safety."

    "Hello, Mr. Administrator." The man named Luo Hua wore sses and looked a little gentle.

    The valiant female bodyguard just nodded to him without saying anything, as if she didn¡¯t exist.

    Holding Li De¡¯s outstretched right hand and shaking it, Chu Guang had a bright smile on his face.

    "I am the administrator of Shelter 404, Chu Guang. I am honored to cooperate with you. Please take a seat."

    Having a handsome face would always make making friends a lot easier.

    Even though the facial muscles were stiffened by the north wind, after seeing Chu Guang¡¯s smile, Li De forced himself to make an equally friendly smile on his face.

    Communicating with civilized people was always a veryfortable thing to do.

    It didn¡¯t matter if they were poor, at least he couldmunicate with them.

    Li De had had enough meeting the natives along the way because he couldn¡¯tmunicate with them in a civilized way.

    Except for the bodyguard who was on duty at the door, the three people in the room sat down one after another.

    Li De didn¡¯t go around in circles either. After sitting down, he went straight to the topic and took out a tablet from the bag he was carrying.

    "So let¡¯s get started, I have a list here of what we can offer you. We will still offer 1CR per hour for eachborer. The total expenses for 10 hours of work a day for 200 people will be 2000CR¡­ This is our budget."

    Chu Guang took the tablet from his hand, swiped his index finger on the screen, and nced along the list above.

    In general, the purchasing power of CR was still very strong.

    Perhaps because of the fact that the production line was carried on the crawler, the prices on the list were closer to the standard of the East Coast than those traders that traveled from ces to ces to sell goods. It might be even cheaper than the local survivor strongholds.

    <em>1CR can buy a lot ofmodities.</em>

    It was just that Chu Guang was stunned when he saw one kilogram of starch, one kilogram of glucose, one kilogram of sucrose, one kilogram of amino acids, and 30 other kinds of varieties such as lysine, tryptophan, etc....

    <em>Can the product be broken down and sold in smaller units?</em>

    Of course, in addition to these hard-core goods, there were also normal trading goods.

    Things like rice, wheat, corn, and other agricultural products were 2CR per kilogram.

    Chu Guang remembered that the starch content of rice was only 75%, so buying rice would be more expensive than buying starch¡­

    In addition, there were vegetable meat patties or minced meat, which were also only 2CR per kilogram, which was actually the same price as rice and wheat.

    In any survivor settlement in Clearspring City, it was impossible for meat to be sold for the same price as what grew in the ground!

    Moreover, processed foods were also on the list.

    A quasi-nutritious meal with a content of 430 grams required 1CR, which contained a normal diet that was sufficient to maintain the carbohydrate, fiber, protein and other mineral nutrients required for a meal. However, the water in it seemed to be a bitrge, and a ss A nutrition package with a content of 800 grams actually costs 8CR.

    <em>Is this like the KFC family bucket?!</em>

    The food that could be traded was basically on the list. Starting from 10CR, goods that could be purchased became some daily necessities and industrial products.

    For example, the price of one kilogram of sulfur soap was exactly 10CR. ording to the content of 100 grams, 10 pieces could be cut, which was equivalent to 1CR per piece.

    Another example was salt, they only sold refined salt, or only pure sodium chloride, which also only cost 10CR per kilogram.

    Interestingly, their salt was 10 times as expensive as grains and 10 times as expensive as meat. Chu Guang couldn¡¯t decide for a while whether it was cheap or expensive...

 Chapter 139.2: The Profound (piece of shit) Administrator

    ... Then starting from the 100CR, there were some good things.

    Such as submachine guns priced at 200CR, and assault rifles priced at 300CR. There were also bulletproof vests priced at 100CR and heavy-duty full-protection bulletproof armor priced at 300CR.

    Bullets were very cheap and he could buy three for 1CR, which was equivalent to a kilogram of rice.

    "Why is there no Gauss Rifle?" Chu Guang directly scrolled the list to the bottom. He found some production tools he might use, but did not find the exoframe and Gauss Rifle.

    Li Deban said with a serious expression, "Sorry, Mr. Administrator, our exoframes and Gauss Rifles are the possessions of our soldiers, and they can¡¯t be sold."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Understood. I¡¯m sorry for being presumptuous."

    <em>I got it.</em>

    <em>It seems that it is not easy for you to produce those things, at least not to the extent of giving everyone a set.</em>

    In Chu Guang¡¯s impression, although the principle of the coil gun was very simple, it was actually a very expensive technology. It cost so much money that Americans actually installed the guns on the ship before dismantling them after getting the funds approved. But it was actually very reasonable after thinking about it. After all, traditional artillery was much cheaper and easier to maintain. Once it was broken, people could simply change a barrel and then continue to fire it.

    Chu Guang studied it all night the day before, but he didn¡¯t know what material the maic rails of the Thorn were made of, and he didn¡¯t dare to take it down to take a closer look.

    He was not stupid.

    What if the maic rails were filled with metallic hydrogen? Wouldn¡¯t it blow up?

    Researching incredible technology was more exciting than opening a loot box. After thinking about it, Chu Guang decided not to spend too much effort on it. After all, even if he understood it, he wouldn¡¯t be able to make it; not to mention that he didn¡¯t understand it at all.

    Any small breakthrough was the umtion of hundreds of research topics and tens of thousands of experimental results. And when the equivalent change umted into a qualitative change or became a mature technology, it would always contain tens of thousands of small breakthroughs.

    He should just focus on opening loot boxes!

    At least what came out of the loot box could be used immediately.

    Only when there were weapons, could there be food. Only when they had food could they house more people. Only with people could he develop the industry, expand territory, and scavenge farther away. Only when grains, electricity, and other resources were all enough and the production capacity went up, would he have time to talk about the technology tree.

    Otherwise, no one would be able to help him.

    Chu Guang ced the list down and muttered, "There is no problem in terms of pay. Here, Hmm¡­ One kilogram of rice cost 10 copper coins. So, I think the reasonable exchange rate is 1CR for 5 copper coins."

    Chu Guang originally wanted to mention how 2CR would be worth 1 silver coin.

    But on second thought, he changed to another high emotional intelligence statement.

    However, he didn¡¯t expect that the quartermaster¡¯s friend didn¡¯t appreciate his gesture. He shook his head and said. "Mr. Administrator, my words may be a bit straightforward. Our captain is just a soldier, so he really doesn¡¯t understand this, but do you think I don¡¯t understand either?"

    "Let¡¯s not go through so much trouble, and it¡¯s pointless to use each other¡¯s money. We won¡¯t stay here forever. We will pay you ording to the 1CR hourly rate. In terms of how much silver coins you n to pay your residents, it is your internal issue so we won¡¯t interfere."

    "As for the problem that CR cannot be circted normally, we have solved it for you. The list in your hand was summarized by our logistics colleagues working through the night. I believe that the materials listed above are definitely better than any caravan can provide. What do you think?"

    To sum up everything he said¡­ He was just telling Chu Guang that it was pointless to pull tricks like that to fool him!

    He could pay as much hourly wages as he wanted to his people, but that was all they would pay him anyway.

    Everything would be sold to him at cost price, which was already a great deal.

    Chu Guang, who had been in sales for so many years, could of course understand what he meant. He had an embarrassed smile on his face and he chuckled softly, "That¡¯s fine too."

    Originally, he wanted to mention that the minimum hourly wage of his yers was 1 silver coin, which should be 2CR. But he didn¡¯t expect that they were quite smart and didn¡¯t want his money at all.

    Seeing Chu Guang agree to his condition, Li De looked at him cautiously and said, "Then can I think that we have reached an agreement?"

    Yesterday, Lu Yang boasted to him that the administrator of Shelter 404 was a very agreeable person, and they reached a consensus in less than ten minutes.

    Now it seemed that it wasn¡¯t that Chu Guang was agreeable. Their captain was just way too naive.

    "Half of it," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "Your captain promised me that he would provide room and food for our people. After all, there is a distance of 10 kilometers from us to you, and it is impossible for our people to waste so much time on the road every day. Their food supplies are also a big problem."

    When hearing how Chu Guang was going to continue, Li De was groping for the blood pressure medicine in his pocket. He rxed his nerves when he heard the second half of the sentence.

    It was a reasonable request indeed.

    "You can rest assured, we have built a temporary camp for your workers. Although it is not asfortable as the shelter, there is no problem to protect them from wind and cold. For meals, we will prepare a mobile kitchen for you, providing three meals a day ording to the standard of 1CR per meal."

    Chu Guang nodded, thoughtfully. "Every meal is 1CR, so it would cost you 3CR a day, right?"

    Li De was confused for a moment, then nodded cautiously. "Uh, yes sir."

    Chu Guang showed a smile on his face.

    "ording to the standard of 3CR per person per day, you can just pay us directly. We will make centralized purchases and prepare our own food. In this way, you don¡¯t need to prepare any mobile kitchen, just give us some pots and pans. What do you think?"

    Li De looked confused.

    <em>The hell?! He wants to be paid for their food as well?!</em>

    However, instead of expressing his opinion immediately, he silently calcted the cost in his mind.

    If he needed to deploy mobile kitchens in the camps of these workers, the actual cost per day would be at least 1000CR. If someone had a bad stomach ache, they would also file aint.

    Simr problems had arisen when they cooperated with native people in the past.

    ording to the standard of 3CR per person per day, 200 people would cost them 600CR. Their cost would be cut by 40%, and there was no risk.

    Li De nodded decisively. "Okay!"

    Chu Guang also extended his right hand decisively. "Deal!"

    After reaching a consensus, the two parties quickly drew up a contract in ck and white, signed their names on it, and pressed their fingerprints instead of the official seal.

    At this moment, Li De finally realized why the captain spoke so highly of the administrator.

    <em>Indeed¡­ This man works too efficiently!</em>

    <em>It is really a shame for him to stay here...</em>

    Luo Hua, the head of the office, stayed, while Li De set off under the escort of Ace and returned to the vehicle.

    After that, Ace would return to the outpost and use the materials brought with Luo Hua to build a simple barracks as an office.

    "The conditions here are too simple... They are still using the primitive steel-making method to produce steel." Looking at the big chimney to the south, Luo Hua couldn¡¯t help but sigh.

    Ace did notment on these facilities, but said after being silent for a while, "That person is very strong."

    "Very strong?"

    "Mhm, he is an Ability User, probably in the first stage," Ace muttered.

    "Who are you talking about again?" Luo Hua looked around curiously and found that there were quite a few shelter residents around.

    These people looked at them curiously, not knowing what they were thinking.

    "The one who talked to you before."

    "You mean their administrator?" Luo Hua looked surprised, "but I remember that awakening actually requires..."

    "Going through countless trials of life and death, and passing by the gates of hell at least once." Ace was still expressionless, but there was a hint of caution in her pupils. She actually said one more sentence than she normally would, which was a very rare thing for her to do.

    It seemed that the captain¡¯s assessment was correct.

    <em>That guy is very strong.</em>n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

 Chapter 140: I Salute You, Residents of Shelter 404

    Luo Hua and Ace continued to build the barracks, but the yers around were bored and chatted impatiently.

    "Jeez, these NPCs are so slow."

    "Yes! It¡¯s just to set up a tent, but they still couldn¡¯t get it done after such a long time."

    "Can¡¯t they set up a table to finish the registration first? They are so dumb that they don¡¯t know how to work around it!"

    "When will these NPCs finish building the tent? Can you give me a progress bar? If it¡¯s too long, I want to cut down a couple of trees first."

    "It¡¯s too slow! I can¡¯t stand it anymore, I want a new map. I want to y the new map!"

    If Luo Hua and Ace knew those shelter residents wereining about their inefficiency, who knew what expressions they would show?

    Would they actually be happy?

    After all, they couldn¡¯t wait to start working.Would they be struck speechless?

    It was reasonable. After all, no one liked to be rushed.

    Too bad neither of them knew what the yers were saying.

    Just like the surrounding yers didn¡¯t understand what the NPC named Luo Hua was chattering about.

    Luo Hua grumbled softly, "Don¡¯t these blue coats have anything else to do other than watching us? Why don¡¯t theye and help us if they are so free?"

    "..."

    Luo Hua turned to Ace and asked, "Speaking of which, what are we going to eat for lunch?"

    Ace sighed, "We¡¯re eating freeze-fried food."

    "Sigh, fine. I knew it was freeze-dried food. When I think of those people sitting in the air-conditioned room drinking hot cocoa and ying poker, but I have to apany a group of blue coats, I just want to ask if this is reasonable? I¡¯d rather not have the 50CR subsidy per day! Speaking of which, what is the use of money in this stupid ce? The natives don¡¯t ept our money¡­ How many times has this happened?!¡±

    "..."

    Maybe realizing that he was a little annoying, Luo Hua sighed again. "Okay... I admit that I¡¯m talking a bit too much, let¡¯s hurry up and finish this."

    ¡°Yes.¡±

    Before it snowed, the barracks had to bepleted.

    Taking out the folding bracket from the box that Ace had carried earlier, Luo Hua carefully marked four points on the ground with the help of a protractor, inserted the frame on the ground firmly, and then covered the four sides with a stic sheet.

    After that, the frame of a model house was revealed.

    Of course, it was not over yet.

    Luo Hua then used a marker and a ruler to draw a door and windows on the stic sheet, while Ace, who was beside him, held a metal can with a nozzle and sprayed gray foam against the transparent stic sheet.

    The foam was light, but highly sticky. It was fine, uniform, and had a matte finish, with its pores invisible to the naked eye.

    Luo Hua took out the folding spat and skillfully spread the foam sprayed on the stic film evenly.

    The whole job looked as easy as putting cream on stic wrap.

    The light gray foam was quickly spread on the stic sheet. After itpletely hardened, the color of the foam gradually darkened, and the whole foamyer became a wall that looked no different from a concrete wall.

    Of course, that was what it looked like from outside.

    When touched by hand, the texture of polymer materials was still very differentpared to silicate materials.

    Standing on the side, Sword Execution widened his eyes in surprise. He mumbled to himself, "What the hell? What material is this? Polyurethane? It doesn¡¯t look like that... Is it sprayed directly on the stic sheet? Can this thing be used as an exterior wall?"

    Night Ten said with a contemptuous smile, "Be more imaginative, the background setting is in the future, is it weird to build a house with foam?"

    Sword Execution held back for a while, and finally gave up the idea of arguing. "You are right, it¡¯s a game after all."

    If it was a game setting, it was not uneptable.

    The first foam wall waspleted quickly, and the second wall was alsopleted the same way. When the two NPCs finished the construction of the second wall, the first wall was alreadypletely dry.

    In less than 30 minutes, a waterproof and warm mobile barracks was built.

    Although the shelf life was less than one year and the quality was not as reliable as the proper silicate material, it waspletely enough as a temporary facility!

    Standing on the third floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang looked envious.

    <em>Those guys really have a lot of good stuff.</em>

    <em>I have to find a way to get some of those things...</em>

    At this time, Luca, who came back from outside, walked towards the guests who came from afar, and handed Luo Hua a VM.

    Luo Hua gave the old man a strange look, but did not reach out to take it. "We don¡¯t need this."

    Old Luca said respectfully, "This is what the administrator ordered me to send to you. It can help you to have some simplemunication with these shelter residents."

    Remembering thenguage barrier, Luo Hua didn¡¯t continue to reject it and took the VM from Luca. "Okay, thanks."

    Luca nodded slightly. "You are wee."

    ...

    After the barracks was built, two signs, onerge and one small, were erected at the entrance in Chinese characters.

    <strong>[The Pioneer office in Outpost 404!]</strong>

    <strong>[Volunteer Registration Office] </strong>

    That was right. Chu Guang wrote them personally and they looked quite neat.

    At the same time, almost all yers near the outpost received a message alert on their VMs, and yers without a VM also heard the broadcast echoing inside the base.

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>Quartermaster NPC is now online! A new building has been added to the outpost - the Pioneer office in Outpost 404!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Quartermaster Luo Hua: </strong>Dear residents of Shelter 404, I salute you! I¡¯m the quartermaster from the Pioneer, and we¡¯re having a little trouble with our fortress. This request may be very sudden, but we need your help!]

    <strong>[Hint 1: </strong>The quartermaster from the Pioneer seems to have some troubles. A quest has appeared on the map. Hurry up and talk to him.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Hint 2: </strong>The VM¡¯s yer profile page is now updated with exclusive event points for the expansion pack. yers can now earn event points uponpletion of the missions in the new map! For yers without a VM, you can check the points at NPC Luca or the administrator assistant, Little Seven, or log in to the official website to check after you go offline!<strong>]</strong>

    There was a huge crowd around the entrance of the barracks.

    Almost as soon as the announcement was received, the yers ran so fast that they almost flipped the table over.

    "Me, me, me! I want to sign up!"

    "Choose me! I am a strength type! Moving bricks is my speciality!"

    "Fuck! Save your energy and stop pushing me. You are going to squeeze me to death!"

    "How can I get to the front with so many people here?" Yaya, who couldn¡¯t squeeze through the crowd, stomped her feet in frustration at the edge of the crowd. She stood on tiptoe and looked inside, but that made her look even more desperate.

    <em>The collision mechanism in this game is so annoying!</em>

    <em>It would be nice to be able to pass through other yers like any other MMORPG.</em>

    "Just give up." Looking up at her, Teng Teng sighed and looked up at the sky. "This feels like when a famous restaurant suddenly opened a new branch near my house. I was never able to reserve a table anyway, so I might as well wait until everyone loses interest."

    Yaya finally came back to her senses. "It makes sense... Anyway, there will be a rotation every three days, we can also wait for the first wave of yers¡¯ strategies."

    Teng Teng nodded in agreement. "Right?"

    Not expecting the residents here to be so enthusiastic, Luo Hua, who was in charge of the registration list, was caught off guard for a while.

    Ace, who was standing beside him, was also stunned.

    She actually saw a bear in the crowd?!

    It was also a White Bear!

    "... Why is there a bear?"

    Luo Hua, who was sweating profusely, had no time for her question. He only had time to take photos with his tablet to register shelter residents, and hurriedly issued numbered badges to them. "Who knows, it¡¯s probably their pet¡­ Don¡¯t just stand there, can you help me?!"

    "..."

    It was the first time she saw such a well-behaved bear, and it was so fluffy.

    <em>Hmm...</em>

    She really wanted to pet it.

    The office was in chaos.

    Fortunately, the administrator had anticipated this situation in advance, and sent a helper to assist Luo Hua inpleting the registration.

    When he finallypleted the personnel registration, Luo Hua set up a satellite dish and antennas on top of the barracks. After a short period of debugging, he finally received the signal from the Pioneer.

    "... How¡¯s the situation on your side?" It was the voice of a colleague in the logistics department that came out the radio.

    Luo Hua replied, "It went very smoothly. So much so that it was beyond my expectations! These blue coats are so enthusiastic. As soon as our office opened, they swarmed to register... To be honest, I¡¯m a little moved, I didn¡¯t expect that there¡¯s such a group of kind-hearted people living in the far ind area!"

    Themunication channel was silent for a while.

    Li De coughed and continued, "...It¡¯s quite surprising."

    Luo Hua added, "Let¡¯s not talk about what happened here. How long will it take for you to arrive here? Looking at their reaction, they can¡¯t wait to start working."

    "Almost there. Our captain is 2 kilometers away from you," Li De answered.

    Luo Hua couldn¡¯t help but frown, "Our captain?"

    Li De nodded even though Luo Hua couldn¡¯t see him, "Yes, he will personally lead the team and escort our reinforcements."

    ...

    Leaning against the door of the weapons store, biting a frozen and wilted dog¡¯s-tail grass, Xia Yan looked at the lively scene at the entrance of the office from a distance.

    No yers came to bother her today, and they all went to line up at the new office.

    After working here for so long, she had epted the identity of an NPC.

    However, asionally she was confused by this identity, because Chu Guang always emphasized the difference between NPCs and yers. Moreover, he also said that NPCs rarely called themselves NPCs, just like yers rarely called themselves yers.

    <em>So what does this identity mean?</em>

    <em>This role y is getting really weird.</em>

    At this time, Chu Guang walked towards her with a long shuttle-shaped weapon. "I need you to help me make something. This is a sample. The material should be made of tungsten steel or other metals with a higher melting point. The rest can be copied in a one-to-one ratio."

    "Okay, I¡¯ll take a look at it for youter." After taking this strangely shaped shuttle, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang¡¯s exoskeleton curiously and asked, "Where did you get this exoskeleton?"

    Seeing that someone finally noticed the difference, a smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "Very cool, right?"

    "It¡¯s okay," Xia Yan couldn¡¯t help rolling her eyes when she saw the guy¡¯s smug smile. "So where did you get it?"

    "It¡¯s a secret."

    "..."

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "Just kidding, I found it in the shelter."

    Xia Yan said helplessly, "I was just asking. If it¡¯s not convenient for you to answer, then forget it. Also, how did you get involved with the people from the Enterprise?"

    "They came yesterday and helped us solve the problem with the mutant humans on 76th Street¡­ Is there a problem?"

    Aware of Xia Yan¡¯s strange expression, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but cast a questioning nce at her.

    "No, I was just a little bit surprised." Looking at the two people not far away, Xia Yan had a look of interest on her face. "A long, long time ago, the Enterprise¡¯s expeditionary force once came to Clearspring City."

    "The expeditionary force?"

    "Yes, but that was a long time ago. And I heard that the Enterprise gathered in the East Coast area is massive, and there are so many internal factions. It¡¯s said that they were not called Enterprise at first, but because they often changed their names, others simply called them that. After some time, they may have gotten used to this name themselves, or they may have felt that this name is the most well-known, so they also started to call themselves the Enterprise."

    Chu Guang looked at her, surprised. "You actually know this?"

    Xia Yan said nonchntly, "It¡¯s not a secret. But things about the expeditionary force happened a long time ago. It was so old that I wasn¡¯t even born back then."

    Chu Guang continued to question, "Then do you know why they came here?"

    "Why else would theye here? Since it was an expeditionary force, it must havee here to fight a war." Xia Yan gave him a strange look. "Anyway, I only heard that they lost in the end. Afterwards, it¡¯s really rare to see their people here. But their caravans stille to Clearspring City to do business from time to time.¡±

    It seemed that Clearspring City was a ce that was very hard to conquer.

    But after thinking about it again, it was actually quite reasonable. With the straight-line distance of thousands of kilometers and the supply line of tens of thousands of kilometers, it would only be strange if they didn¡¯t lose.

    Hearing some interesting information, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, I¡¯ll talk to you when I get back. I¡¯m going out for a while. If there¡¯s anything urgent, you can contact Little Seven."

    Xia Yan raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Where are you going? That fortress?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Why do I need to go there?" Chu Guang nced at the map on the VM and set a coordinate on it. "There is a signal tower on 76th Street, it should be near the mutant human¡¯s camp. I n to go there and see if I can find it and repair it."

    There was Luca watching over the Pioneer, so there was no need for Chu Guang to go there in person. His yers were his eyes, and what they saw would naturally be shared on the forum.

    The top priority now was to fix the signal tower.

    After repairing the signal tower, themunication radius of Shelter 404 would be able to cover the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and the range of drones would be further expanded.

    At that time, whether it was sending missions to yers or monitoring his little yers, it would be much more convenient than what they could achieve.

    "You¡¯d better pay attention to your own safety. Do you want to bring two people with you?"

    That was definitely not because she was worried about him¡­ Xia Yan was simply worried that she would lose her protector.

    Even her old man, who she didn¡¯t know where he left to, had never looked after her like he did. It didn¡¯t matter whether he was a devil or not. She felt that even if he was a devil, he was a pretty good devil.

    "That¡¯s true." Chu Guang thought for a while, and felt that it made sense.

    However, the yers¡¯ interests were all focused on the expansion, and they probably had no interest in doing ordinary missions.

    But Chu Guang wasn¡¯t in a hurry, he just had to wait for some time.

    There were currently 250 yers on the server, and his contract with Captain Lu Yang only allowed for 200borers. That meant that no matter how hard they tried, there would definitely be 50 yers who were pounding their chests and feeling heartbroken for not being able to participate in the special event.

    As an administrator with high emotional intelligence, Chu Guang feltpelled tofort those who were hurt in their hearts.

    <em>Mhm.</em>

    When the time came, he would pick two high-quality human cannon fodders to follow him to the mutant human¡¯s camp.

 Chapter 141.1: Why Canâ€™t Our Chef Make Proper Food?

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>To the operation camp<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Introduction:</strong> Volunteers from Outpost 404, thank you for your help! The reinforcements escorting you to the operation camp have arrived at the north gate of Wend Park. We have prepared a warm barrack for you ten kilometers away. Pleasee with us now!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Follow the crew of the Pioneer to the operation camp and start the follow-up mission.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 Event Points<strong>]</strong>

    North gate of the outpost.

    The yers who were ready to go had assembled. None of them looked likeborers who were going to do hard work at all. Instead, all of them looked a bit like a group of curious tourists going on an outing.

    yers who did not get the qualifications watched with envy. Especially when they heard people say that they would get 10 event points by simply arriving at the destination, their envy almost turned to hatred.

    "They would get 10 event points just because they go to the new map, is this reasonable?"

    "The gap is forcibly widened as soon as the expansion is released. Is this reasonable?""Unreasonable! Too unreasonable!"

    "Developers! Get out here now! Exin this!"

    However, there was no use.

    Those who were going to the new map were the majority, only the minority stayed behind.

    Ample Time, who was standing in the front of the team of lucky yers,ughed and said, "Brothers, don¡¯t panic, we will scout the new map for you! If there is anything good, I will update it on the forum as soon as possible! In that way, when it is your turn, you won¡¯t have to run around blindly."

    Escaping Mole, who waste, immediately shouted in anger when he heard this. "Screw you! Are you not ashamed of saying this? All the good stuff will be taken away by the time we go over! What about your dungeon? Don¡¯t you want to clear that first? The priority to explore is only seven days!¡±

    Ample Time chuckled, "There¡¯s no rush. Besides, the new map is much more interesting than a dungeon. Maybe you can help me clear the monsters in the dungeon first?"

    Escaping Mole growled angrily in response, ¡°Fuck off!"

    In the distance, a pitch-ck exoframe appeared in the snow-covered forest and walked towards the north gate of the outpost.

    Arriving outside the market at the north gate, Chu Guang grabbed the right hand stretched out by Captain Lu Yang, shook it and said with a smile. "Please take care of my people."

    Lu Yang promised solemnly and seriously. "I swear on my honor and credit score, I will guarantee the safety of each of them!"

    What Chu Guang actually wanted to say was that he didn¡¯t need to swear on his honor and credit score. If there were really some idents that happened to his yer, he just needed to give him somepensation.

    He won¡¯t ask for much.

    <em>1000CR would be enough!</em>

    <em>Right, then again, what is a credit score?</em>

    At this time, the yers standing around noticed that the inferior-version armor on their administrator was gone, and it was reced by an expensive-looking exoskeleton. In addition, apart from a hammer hanging on his back, there was also a cool looking rifle next to the hammer.

    Although there were too many surprising elements, what surprised them the most was that their dear administrator actually changed equipment again!

    "Dang! Check out the administrator¡¯s exoskeleton!"

    "Huh? When did he change his gear?!"

    "My god, <em>Fallout 2077</em> has be <em>Cyberpunk ??2077</em>!"

    "Come on, guys. Didn¡¯t Escaping Mole analyze it on the forum already? The NPCs in this game could be stronger depending on the yer¡¯s behavior in the game! After a wave of rational analysis, it must be because of our hard work that our administrator has changed to a new skin!"

    "This is so cool!"

    "Brothers, let¡¯s try harder to get the administrator an exoframe!"

    "Yeah!"

    While his captain and the shelter administrator were talking, Luo Hua who was standing beside them nced at the unresponsive VM and said with a frown, "Why is this trantion function sometimes working and sometimes not working?"

    "..."

    Luo Hua turned to Ace and asked, "Hey, what are they talking about?"

    "..."

    Luo Hua couldn¡¯t help but continue speaking, "Are you not curious at all? Uh, fine then, just pretend that I never asked... I¡¯m going to boil some water and defrost the frozen food."

    Finally, ace spoke. "I want the corn vored one."

    "..." It was Luo Hua¡¯s turn to be speechless.

    After Chu Guang waved towards the backs of his yers and Captain Lu Yang, sending them away, he suddenly noticed Luo Hua who was talking not far from him.

    The dude looked like the type that couldn¡¯t keep his mouth shut.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea.

    However, it was still too early, far from the time to eat. He still had things to doter, so he decided to do it when he came back at night.

    ...

    In the wild, it would take about 200 minutes to walk over. After all, the road conditions in the wild were slightly better than those in the city.

    In order to clear the snow on the roads for the residents of Shelter 404, Lu Yang also brought an off-road vehicle when he came. The bumper at the front of the vehicle was installed with a snow shovel, so it could clear the snow on the road while driving in front of the group.

    The morale of these shelter residents was quite high, and their physical fitness was also very strong. Originally, Lu Yang was worried about whether they would be tired. Butter he found that his worries were purely unnecessary.

    Before 10:00 in the morning, the group finally arrived near the Pioneernd fortress after 2 hours.

    Looking at the four mountain-like steel fortresses that were connected to each other, many yers had expressions of surprise and even excitement on their faces.

    The huge structure sat on the wastnd, and behind the towering crawler were ravines extending to the horizon, with no end in sight.

    No matter if it was grass, towering trees, broken roads or a deserted country house, they would all be a pile of gravel and rubbles under its feet.

    There was no road ahead, but wherever it went would be one.

    Looking up at the towering fortress, Sword Execution, who was a civil engineer, reacted like the other yers next to him. He raised his head and his eyes widened in shock.

    In the face of such a magnificent engineering miracle, he felt like a caveman as he looked up at the engineering marvel.

    Even though people kept reminding him that it was just a game, the immersive shock was real.

    After his Adam¡¯s apple moved for a long time, he only squeezed two words out of his mouth.

    "HOLY SHIT..."

    <em>This is too shocking!</em>

    Night Ten, who was standing not far from him, also raised his head and yelled, "Holy shit". However, the shock he felt waspletely different from what Sword Execution felt. "... This expansion pack is too freaking awesome!"

    After all, it was indeed rare for games to bring the good things out during the testing stage.

    The yers continued to follow the NPC to move on.

    When they arrived at the operation camp next to the Pioneer, they happened to see the hugend-based fortress unfold a gantry crane-like structure before using a mechanical cantilever to remove a container-like module from its body. It was deployed in an open space about 5 meters away from the steel tform.

    Cloud of dust instantly rose into the air.

    The staff in gray coats stepped forward, pulled out an arm-thick pipeline from the side of the fortress tform, connected it to the module that had just been deployed on the ground, and then entered the parameters on the touch screen.

    After the power was connected, the equipment started working, but there was only a humming sound. None of the yers knew what was going on inside.

    The two survivors who served as assistants beside old Luca opened their eyes wide and exchanged shocked nces with each other.

    "What is that?"

    "The production workshop." Hearing the conversation between the two, Captain Lu Yang smiled and said, "That should be a carbon dioxide trap, which produces starch and glucose. We will also deploy one for producing long-chain alkanes and olefins in a moment. Thest one that will be deployed will be the production workshops for smelting alloys and cutting."

    "But this is not urgent. We will continue to deploy after your people have rested well and leave the camp."

    Deploying the modr production workshop would kick up a lot of dust, so they wanted to try their best to choose a time when there were few people in the operation camp.

    The two natives next to them looked at each other in confusion. They didn¡¯t understand what the man dressed like a tin can was saying, and why they had to wait for them to set off before continuing to deploy at all.

    Luca understood a little bit, but only the second half of what was said.

    As for carbon dioxide traps, long-chain alkanes, olefins, and whatever else, he just treated it as some kind of garbage that was harder to pick up in the wastnd.

    ...

    The operation camp where the yers were stationed was next to the fortress with less than 100 meters distance between them.

    All the barracks were sprayed with heat-activated polymer, so it only took one night to build.

    These houses looked like concrete from a distance but stic to the touch. Although they were light in texture, they were not bad at all, and they were quite warm and soundproof.

    There were 5 rows of barracks. The structure andyout were very simr to the prefab houses on the construction site. They were divided into upper and lower floors. There were 22 single rooms on each floor, measuring 3x4m, which was more than enough room for a single bed and a folding table.

    In addition, there was a public bathroom and toilet for men and women in the center of the barracks, while the second floor had a water tank for water storage.

    Including the public area in the middle, the entire camp covered an area of ?9000 square meters, which was equivalent to a stadium with a runway of 400 meters. The floor area ratio was still eptable, and it even looked a little more spacious than the yers¡¯ outpost.

    The perimeter of the camp was patrolled by two quadrotor drones and two remote-controlled all-terrain crawler vehicles, which were responsible for clearing approaching monsters or other threats.

    Seeing Li De at the gate of the barracks, Luca¡¯s expression was a little restrained. When he thought of how he was representing the administrator, he still straightened his back...n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

 Chapter 141.2: Why Canâ€™t Our Chef Make Proper Food?

    "Hello Dear Sir, I¡¯m Luca from Shelter 404, I extend my sincerest regards to you for my master. During this period of cooperation, I will be responsible for liaising with the residents of our shelter. If you need anything, please feel free tomunicate through me."

    Although it was a bit strange that the title of a master appeared in a shelter, Li De didn¡¯t say anything.

    The East Coast was not without ves. Some of the lower-level employees of Enterprise were nominally employed, but they were no different from ves. If they did not work, they would be quickly kicked out of the staff quarters, and once they were kicked out, they would die.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Of course, the benefits of middle-level employees were still eptable, not to mention someone at his level.

    The Silver Wing Corporate Group spent a lot of money to prepare the First Pioneering Corps, and their standard of living was almost the same as when they were on the East Coast, or even better than when they were there.

    The only fly in the ointment was that it was far from home.

    Looking at Luca, Li De nodded. "I have already learned about the situation from the liaison officer. My colleague willmunicate with you about the next work arrangement."

    After speaking, the man standing next to Li De smiled and stretched out his right hand. "Hello, my name is Wei Te! It¡¯s a pleasure to work with you!"

    Old Luca quickly shook his hand. "Hello! My name is Luca...""I heard it already. Take it easy, I also came out of a shelter, but it¡¯s been a few years. You can treat this as your home, and you can contact me with any questions," Wei Te said with a friendly smile.

    "Okay, I¡¯ll leave it to you here. I have to urge our engineers." Li De patted Wei Te on the shoulder, then nodded to Luca, and left with Captain Lu Yang.

    Luca¡¯s expression was somewhat restrained.

    He wanted to say that although he was carrying a VM, he didn¡¯t actuallye out of a shelter, but he felt like the other party would not be interested in whatever he would say.

    However, Wei Te didn¡¯t seem to mind it. He skillfully took out a foldingputer from his pocket, pulled open the flexible screen sandwiched in the middle, and began to talk to him about the mobile barracks that had justpleted construction.

    "Long story short, this operational camp is now yours. During the cooperation period, we will be responsible for your safety, and our water trucks will also deliver water for you free of charge. There are plumbing pipes in the barracks, which are connected to the boilers of the central functional facilities of the camp. They are very easy to use. You just need to boil the water, and the residual heat can also be used to heat the water for bathing. But we are only responsible for delivering water, and as for the firewood or coal for boiling water, I am afraid you will have to solve it yourself.

    "But this is also an easy problem to solve. There is no shortage of wood in the area, and there¡¯s a forest further west. But I suggest you go as far east as you can, because we bulldozed a lot of wood on the way here, so you can try to recycle them.

    "In terms of today¡¯s work. Our scouts found an underground garage at themunity hospital in the abandoned town to the north that contained about 2,000 high-value car remains. We need to remove their frames, doors, wheels, hood, and suspension¡­ Basically, take out all the metal that can be recycled.

    "Our marines have already cleaned out the mutants out there, and your job is to use the equipment we provide to recycle the vehicle¡¯s recyble parts. Please cut and disassemble them, and then press the removed parts into cubes before putting them on our transporters.

    "Due to the terrain, our transporters can¡¯t go deep into the urban area because the road conditions there are too bad. You will know when you arrive. In short, it is about 800 meters from themunity hospital to the resource point. I am afraid that you will have to use carts to manually transport the materials for the remainder of the way.

    "That¡¯s all for work. If there are new arrangements, I will notify you. It¡¯s 10:15 now, you can settle down first. We will set off on time at 12:00 noon and return at 6:00 in the evening. There will be no time to eat during that period, so you better prepare some dry rations.

    "If you need to buy materials, you can tell me. You have a budget of 600CR now, and today¡¯s remuneration will be settled at 12:00 midnight."

    Luca nodded. "No problem."

    ...

    The yers were quickly assigned to their rooms.

    After the cooking utensils were delivered, Luca immediately issued a mission on VM to recruit several Lifestyle Profession yers, set up arge pot in the middle of the barracks, and started cooking.

    The water truck responsible for delivering water just happened to arrive, and used pressure pumps and water pipes to inject water into the water tank in the center of the camp.

    When filling the water tank, two drivers from the logistics department took out two cups of freeze-dried food from the car and poured boiling water into it.

    Food like that was very convenient. It could be eaten as soon as it was soaked in boiling water. It had carbohydrates, protein, and vitamins. It was hygienic and nutritious to eat, and there were five vors to choose from.

    Usually if there was still work to do in the afternoon and they were toozy to take the elevator back to the fortress, they would simply settle their hunger with their rations.

    In fact, they heard that the logistics department nned to deploy mobile kitchens on the ground, but the shelter residents actually refused, saying that it would be better to just give them the money directly.

    They really didn¡¯t know what those blue coats were thinking!

    In short, their stingy boss canceled the n to deploy a mobile kitchen after hearing that their allies wanted to cook by themselves.

    After all, their people would dine in the fortress most of the time, and onlye out on duty rarely.

    For the lunch of a few people, it was really not worth it to deploy a mobile kitchen, so it was better to just pay them.

    Leaning against the door of the water truck, the two drivers chatted as they watched the shelter residents who set up cauldrons to cook while waiting for the freeze-dried food to be cooked.

    "What are they doing?"

    "Looks like they¡¯re peeling potatoes? Is that a potato?"

    "I heard it¡¯s called shofar potatoes, maybe mutated potatoes... Look, they¡¯re starting to boil water."

    "Firewood for cooking? It¡¯s primitive enough. At least use an electric stove. But then again, why didn¡¯t they put the potatoes directly in the pot, but put them on top of the cauldrons?"

    "Maybe they want to cook the potatoes with steam... I¡¯m actually quite curious, can food made this way taste good?"

    The two suddenly looked at each other tacitly and said in unison.

    "Let¡¯s trade for some food¡­¡±

    ...

    There was a long queue at the camp.

    Tomato Eggs, who was in charge, shouted while standing in front of the cauldrons, "One each, everyone has some and don¡¯t panic and try jumping in the queue! We are all the luckiest yers who are the first to experience the expansion! Don¡¯t let the idiots on the forum look down on us."

    After finally getting the lunch box, Mosquito had so much feelings that his eyes almost teared up.

    "I miss it so much! It¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve eaten the cauldron food made by Tomato Eggs!"

    Night Ten, who had just received his share, also sighed, "Same here. Speaking of which, since which version did our respected administrator stop providing free meals?"

    Mosquito said while holding the lunch box, "I remember that very well! After the currency system was created in Alpha 0.3, we had to spend money to buy food! Thinking about it, I really miss those times. At that time, none of us knew how to cook, so we all bought potatoes and squatted in the square to eat it. "

    ¡°Yes, yes, haha, I also remember it now! Later, only after the North Gate Market was opened, did Lifestyle Profession yers run over to sell stewed vegetables."

    "Unfortunately, Boss Yaya doesn¡¯t want special mushrooms."

    "Speaking of which, where is she?"

    "I guess she probably failed to get a qualification. She has never gotten lucky¡­¡±

    While they were chatting, two NPCs in gray coats came over. They seemed to be the two who drove the water truck.

    "Hey." One of them raised his hand and greeted Night Ten amicably.

    Mosquito and Night Ten looked at each other in confusion.

    "What do they want?"

    One of the NPCs pointed to the bowl of uneaten lunch in Night Ten¡¯s hand, and then pointed to the cup of instant noodles in his hand, and said something.

    Although Mosquito didn¡¯t understand theirnguage, he understood their bodynguage. Plus with their expression and tone, he roughly figured out what they wanted.

    Mosquito raised an eyebrow in shock. "He seems to want to exchange with us?"

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but gasp, "Should we trade?"

    "Isn¡¯t this obvious? Of course! Let¡¯s try their food." Mosquito snapped.

    Night Ten¡¯s eyes lit up in response. "Good idea!"

    The two yers happily handed the lunch boxes in their hands to the two NPCs who drove the water truck, and then took the instant noodles from them.

    Thanking each other in their ownnguages, the two NPCs quickly slipped away.

    Night Ten and Mosquito ignored them and couldn¡¯t wait to lift the lid of the instant noodles.

    "Let me see what¡¯s in it?"

    "Instant noodles? It doesn¡¯t seem like it?"

    "Damn! How many dried vegetables did they put in it? What are these?"

    "I seriously suspect that found some noodles from somewhere and mixed them in with the vegetables.¡±

    "But it smells pretty good."

    "But it doesn¡¯t taste as good as Tomato Eggs¡¯ mashed potato! Oh, it¡¯s a pity that Teng Teng is not here. Since Tomato Eggs stopped cooking and became a butcher, she hasn¡¯t eaten it for a long time, right?¡±

    Taking the lunch box from the residents of the two shelters, the two NPCs opened it like a treasure, clumsily digging a lump of mashed potatoes with a wooden spoon and stuffing it into their mouths, with a surprised expression on their faces.

    "This, not bad!"

    "Good, good!"

    "Mashed shofar potatoes and mixed with soy sauce and minced meat? This tastes a bit like potatoes, but not exactly like it. It¡¯s amazing."

    "This stewed meat is also very delicious. What kind of meat is it?"

    "Who cares! This is much better than vegetables!"

    The two of them devoured the meals quickly, but they didn¡¯t seem to be satisfied.

    Returning the lunch box to the shelter residents, they looked at each other and immediately reached a consensus. They quickly went back to get two more cups of instant noodles, and excitedly found the shelter residents who had just received their lunch. They made the same gestures as before, trying to exchange the lunch boxes again.

    That was the first time the yers have seen such a strange thing. All of them were very curious, so they didn¡¯t refuse, and decisively handed the lunch box in their hands to the NPCs.

    After gobbling down the food again, the two NPCs finally returned to the water truck with satisfaction this time, and drove the water truck that had long been empty back to the garage next to the Pioneer outside the camp.

    "This is the first time I¡¯ve had such good food since I left the East Coast!"

    "Me too! Compared to those shofar potatoes, those dried vegetables are just rubbish! <em>Ptooey</em>!"

    "Agree! Why can¡¯t our kitchen make good food? Is it difficult to upgrade the program? We can clearly grow potatoes!"

    While counting the supplies to be handed over to Shelter 404, Li De happened to hear the conversation of the two who came out of the garage, and his expression was one of slight confusion.

    <em>Shofar potatoes?</em>

    <em>Dried vegetables are garbage?</em>

    <em>What are these two idiots talking about?</em>

 Chapter 142.1: Other Than Physical Labor, We Also Have Other Services

    At 7:00 in the evening. The night was dark.

    Next to the towering steel fortress, a heavy truck stopped steadily.

    Compared to the driver who jumped out of the truck, the size of the truck could be described as massive. However, if it was ced with the steel tform and crawler next to it, its massive figure would appear a little small.

    From a distance, it looked like a worm crawling on the side of a shoe.

    The driver who got out of the truck used a tablet to operate the automated loading and unloading tform to unload the cubes of metal blocks from the truck.

    These metal blocks were all pressed from recycled garbage. The specifications were cubes with a length, width, and height of one meter each, and the density ranged from 6 to 7g/cm3.

    There were doors, hoods, and all kinds of metal parts, all tightlypressed together so hard it was hard to tell what they looked like before.

    It must be said that the residents of the shelter were reallypetent. Not only were they physically strong, but they were also very enthusiastic about their work. They scraped off almost everything that could be recycled.

    The only downside was that they seemed to be stuffing in things that couldn¡¯t be recycled as well...But that wasn¡¯t a big problem.

    These metal blocks would beter sent to a specialized processing workshop where they would be processed from station to station, and go through a series of automated production processes before finally bing what they needed.

    The waste that couldn¡¯t be put to use would be automatically removed from the production line during the production process.

    Wearing a thick protective suit and a hard hat, an engineer unfolded the flexible screen of the tablet and walked towards Li De, who was standing next to the temporary warehouse.

    "The total amount of scrap steel collected today is 112 tons. I will send them to the production ler. Tomorrow, we can start the recement process of the crawler."

    Li De asked, "How much steel do we need in total? I mean, if we only collect scrap like that?"

    The engineer thought for a moment before he responded, "At least 3,000 tons... Maybe 5,000 tons."

    Li De frowned. "Why is the difference so big?"

    The engineer said helplessly, "Can¡¯t do anything about it. The steel quality of those civilian vehicles is too poor. Maybe the manufacturers wanted to save cost and reduce weight, all the steel was filled with arge amount of unrecyble carbon-based copolymer, not to mention the oxidized part, basically it¡¯s already very good that we can recycle 400 kilograms of steel from one ton of scrap steel.

    "And I have to say, we need not only steel, but also rare metals¡­ I¡¯m expecting to get titanium or uranium in this ce, but tungsten is the worst material we can use. Otherwise, we would break down again after moving 500 kilometers west at most."

    Tracks and wheel hubs were the hardest hit areas for wear and tear.

    Not to mention mechanical structures such as bearings and transmission wheels. Even if it was not as serious as the wear of the tracks, regr recement was necessary.

    In fact, it was reasonable to say that in the underground garage that was not soaked in water, the recycling value of abandoned vehicles was rtively high, and the recycling rate could reach almost 40% or even 50%.

    If it was those scrap cars that were exposed in the wilderness, the recovery rate may not even reach 30%.

    After all, rainwater was weakly acidic even under natural conditions. Moreover, no matter how weak the acidity of carbonic acid was, after two centuries of continuous pickling, no matter how advanced the technology used to make it was, it would still be corroded.

    And pickling was more deadly than oxidation. Oxidation would produce rust at worst. If that happened, a car¡¯s frame may copse, but the metal elements would still be there and would not disappear. But if it was eaten by acid, then the ionized cations would be carried into the soil by the rain, and it would be really impossible to recycle anything.

    Li De¡¯s brows furrowed even tighter as he carefully pondered what the engineer had said to him.

    After moving 500 kilometers, they would break down again...

    ording to the route they nned on the map, they would probably be still in River Valley Province after moving 500 kilometers west.

    If the Pioneer broke down in the wilderness, it would be a real problem.

    "I understand the situation now. I will let the people from the Marine Division send a search team to focus on searching for rare metal materials in this area."

    The engineer shook his head and said, "It¡¯s hard to find those materials in this area, so I suggest you look for them near the fifth ring in Clearspring City. A basicmon sense is that the more intensive the civilization activities, the higher the macro utilization rate of rare metals. For example those maglev vehicles. Whether it is the maic generation devices on those vehicles, or the maglev roadbeds buried into the walls of high-rise buildings or under the ground, all of them contain the materials we need... Those things wouldn¡¯t be found in the suburbs that had no three-dimensional highwaywork.

    "Also, the search for controble fusion fuel rods also has to start soon. The fuel rod we are currently using only has 8% fusion fuel left. Even if our crawler does not break down, I am afraid we have to find a ce to stop and solve this problem."

    Li De asked suddenly, "How long do we have before we run out of energypletely?"

    "It¡¯s enough for us for a while, but you know, we can¡¯t stay here forever."

    If it was just that little consumption, their 8% energy was enough for them to use until next year.

    But like his engineer said, they couldn¡¯t stay there forever.

    The most energy-consuming part of thisnd-based fortress was not the production workshops on it, but its four engines.

    To make a fortress that weighed tens of thousands of tons move smoothly onnd, if they used diesel engines, it was estimated that it would consume at least several tons of oil per kilometer, which was equivalent to 1~2 armored divisions marching on an off-road terrain.

    "The contact point of Shelter 404 has just been built. Their people are currently helping us find a guide. We should be able to set off within two days at the earliest, so this problem should not be big." Li De exined.

    The engineer sighed, "Hopefully. Compared to the collection work, the recovery of nuclear fuel rods is not so urgent, as long as they can be obtained before departure. Speaking of which, I have to praise the blue coats. Their work efficiency is very high. Itpletely exceeded my expectations. What benefits did you promise them exactly? Why do all of them work so hard that it¡¯s like they are on drugs?"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    When the engineer reached the end of his sentence, his face was full of disbelief and he looked at his boss curiously.

    Li De also had aplicated expression on his face, as if he didn¡¯t know how to answer the question.

    To be honest, when he saw the results of the day¡¯s resource collection, he was also surprised.

    ording to their past experience of hiring those local survivors to help pick up garbage, it was already considered not bad that they would collect 300 kilograms of garbage every day. After all, it would take time to cut, transport, andpress. Moreover, those local people were rtively dumb and very slow when doing the work. Watching them work would often make their blood pressure soar.

    However, those blue coats actually took only one afternoon to collect more than 500 kilograms per person! It was double what they expected!

    If they were given a whole day, wouldn¡¯t the per person scavenging capacity be more than a ton?

    Their work enthusiasm was simply off the charts!

    Although it had nothing to do with him, Li De couldn¡¯t help but wonder in his heart how much sry their administrator gave them to keep them so motivated.

    "Where are they?"

    "They¡¯ve already returned, and now they are cooking in the camp."

    Li De nodded.

    As long as they came back safely.

    At this time, a staff member of the logistics department suddenly came from the side.

    "Division Chief, you got a phone call."

    "Transfer the call over."

    Taking out a lighter-sized earphone from his pocket and hanging it by his ear, Li De stretched out his index finger and tapped on the white earphone.

    The dark green light beam projected forward, and soon a three-dimensional holographic image was woven in front of him, showing the outline of the other party¡¯s facial features and bust.

    "Your holographicmunication system is really good, how much does it cost?"

    Li De coughed lightly as he looked at Chu Guang, who was curiously looking left and right.

    "... We haven¡¯t considered selling this for the time being."

    "Okay." Chu Guang in the hologram nodded, as if to express his understanding. Li De hoped that he really understood.

    With a smile on his face, Li De continued, "How can I help?"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t answer the question directly, but looked at him with a smile and said in a rxed tone, "It¡¯s nothing special, I just want to ask, how do you guys feel about how quickly we work?¡±

    "Very¡­ It¡¯s okay." Li De wanted to say very good, but he suddenly thought that the person in front of him was an old fox who was good at disguise, so he immediately changed what he was about to say.

    Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have caught the change in the expression on his face, and the corners of Chu Guang¡¯s mouth curled up into an inconspicuous smile.

    Li De suddenly felt a tinge of regret...

 Chapter 142.2: Other Than Physical Labor, We Also Have Other Services

    Perhaps he shouldn¡¯t have used the holographic imagemunication device.

    The reason he used it was to makemunication more effective, but it seemed only 1 person was benefiting from it.

    "I¡¯m d to get such a high evaluation from you!"

    "Well, it¡¯s not as high as you think, but it¡¯s not bad. I have to admit that your workers are very dedicated, which is reallymendable."

    "Alright, let¡¯s talk about the cost again."

    Hearing this, Li De¡¯s expression changed instantly. Although he wasn¡¯t livid, his expression was still somewhat unsightly.

    "My friend, hasn¡¯t the sry issue already been negotiated? Increasing price without prior notice is not a sign of keeping promises."

    "Rx, my friend." Chu Guang smiled lightly, signaling him to rx. "What I¡¯m talking about is not about sry, but about... <em>Mhm</em>, value-added services."

    "Value-added services?" Li De was stunned for a moment, and his tense expression subconsciously rxed a bit.It was the first time he had heard such a strange word.

    Chu Guang smiled and continued, "Yes, when you want to improve the efficiency of theborers, you have to put money in their pockets and bribe them to work harder, instead of paying them dead wages¡­ To put it more euphemistically, you have to give them amission, so that they can feel the joy of growth from the production process. You want to know how I did it?"

    Li De wanted to say that he didn¡¯t want to know, but he always felt that no matter what he said, this guy would find a reason to continue the topic, so he just stopped talking.

    Sure enough, the administrator in front of him did not disappoint. Chu Guang didn¡¯t even give him time to answer, and continued talking to himself without a second of pause.

    ¡°In addition to the stipted hourly wages, I will give them a sum of money for every kilogram of scrap they collect, so they will work hard. The numbers you see on the production list now are not because of how courageous and powerful they are, or what you said about dedication, but because I¡¯ve spent the money."

    Li De didn¡¯t want to hear any more.

    After talking so much, all he was talking about rted to a single topic.

    Li De said with a straight face, "How much do you want?"

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "Not much, considering our close rtionship, how about 5CR per ton¡­ Hmm? For you, it¡¯s just a few cups of instant noodles."

    Although Chu Guang wouldn¡¯t use the money to buy instant noodles.

    After hearing Chu Guang¡¯s request, Li De did not express his position immediately, but silently calcted in his heart.

    If the daily production capacity was 200 tons, it meant that they had to spend an extra 1,000 CR in their budget every day.

    How was he supposed to put it?

    This number was just stuck in a very ambiguous range.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    If Li De didn¡¯t pay up, the other party would be even less likely to pay extra money to subsidize his workers and stimte them to increase production. At that time, even if those blue coats did not ck off, it would probably be difficult for them to work as hard as they did.

    So should he spend nearly 1,000 CR every day to buy their so-called value-added services? Or should he maintain the current fixed spending and let capacity drop to normal levels?

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t rush Li De and waited patiently for the head of the logistics department to think.

    His brows smoothed out and then frowned again, and he seemed to have made a judgment in his heart. Then Li De said with a stern face, staring at his holographic image. "What about today? Do I have to pay you an extra amount?"

    Hearing what he said, a happy smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    He, who had worked in sales, knew this all too well.

    When a customer kept inquiring or nitpicking, it meant that they were hesitant in their heart; maybe they would buy it, maybe they wouldn¡¯t, the probability was 50%.

    When customers kept the deal aside and asked about random nonsense, it would most likely mean that the deal was sealed.

    The next step was to make the customer feel like they had taken advantage of the deal.

    "That¡¯s not necessary. Today¡¯s 6 hours was a trial period. There is no charge."

    Li Deughed. "You taught me a lesson... Are you interested in working at Enterprise? I can write you a letter of introduction rmending you to enter the management. Seriously, it¡¯s really a shame for a talent like you to stay in this kind of ce."

    Chu Guang said humbly, "I don¡¯t deserve such high praise, I just want to help my residents survive in this miserable world, so I am more prudent."

    Feeling a little morefortable, Li De sighed softly, nced at the sky, and slowly nodded his raised head. "Deal."

    ...

    It was not uneptable to spend an extra budget of about 1,000CR per day.

    After all, in any case, thebor cost there was much cheaper than the mechanical cost, and the efficiency of thetter in aplex environment may not be higher than the former.

    1,000CR was only equivalent to five hundred kilograms of grain, or one ton of monosharides or polysharides that could be synthesized by consuming a little air.

    If what they needed were guns, it would be even cheaper. The cost of using the leftover scraps from machined parts to make guns may be less than crops that would take time to grow.

    All of a sudden, several soldiers, drivers, and engineers of the Land Warfare Division were chatting andughing with each other while walking back from the direction of the Shelter Residential Camp with their arms on each other¡¯s shoulders.

    "That mashed shofar potato is absolutely delicious!"

    "How did theye up with it? They can actually cook food with steam! And it¡¯s so delicious!"

    "From the data, people seem to have cooked food like this 300 years ago."

    "300 years ago?! That¡¯s so long ago."

    "Yes, it¡¯s older than the Prosperity Era... But I¡¯m still very skeptical, can steam really kill microorganisms in food?"

    "Look at your ignorant appearance, the temperature of steam is much higher than that of boiling water."

    "I guess that makes sense... Alright then, the only problem that can be picked on is that it consumes more fuel. They need to boil the water first before using the steam to heat the food. These blue coats really know how to enjoy their life."

    "We have gained some strange knowledge again."

    Today¡¯s work was over, and if there were no idents, the rest was free time.

    The most pleasant enjoyment in life was to get off work on time after a busy day, take afortable hot shower, then go to the cafeteria to get a cup of synthetic milk or hot cocoa. It would be even better if they could go to the activity room to y two rounds of billiards or poker with their colleagues.

    Oh right, they also wanted to share the joy of tasting delicious food with everyone!

    With the money to buy a cup of instant noodles, they could buy a bowl of fragrant mashed potatoes, which was just too damn affordable!

    And there was also fish soup with pine nuts!

    None of them knew what kind of spice the blue coats put in the soup. But it surprised them so much that those blue coats actually made those stinky mutant catfish smell less stinky. Moreover, it was chewy when they bit into it, and the taste was really good.

    The food they usually eat was rtively light, with less salt and oil. Although the nutrition waspletely sufficient, the taste was always worse.

    The canteen of those blue coats was great in every aspect, the only fly in the ointment was that they needed to bring their own bowls and chopsticks, and there were no disposable bowls.

    That wasn¡¯t a big problem at all.

    A few people had approached the engineer who was engaged in production in the logistics department to discuss it beforehand, and soon persuaded the guy with a bowl of mashed potatoes. They let him operate the processing workshop with a tablet to make a few thin steel-like paper bowls and spoons for them.

    The bowls were not made out of pure steel; they were high-molecr polymerposite steel. The material was mainly the leftover scraps of cutting steel, plus some cheap synthetic resin; the cost was very cheap. They all used those bowls and spoons as disposable products, throwing them away after using them, saving even the effort of washing dishes.

    "... We are working our asses off outside, but those fuckers are sitting in the office rxing. It¡¯s so annoying!"

    "That¡¯s right, if we don¡¯t show off to them, I will be sorry for myself for working so hard outside today!"

    "Agree, we have to show off!"

    "Hahaha, let¡¯s make those fuckers envious!"

    A group of young men reached a consensus and stood on the elevator chatting andughing, giving people a feeling that they had found an oasis in the desert.

    Standing not far away from them, Li De and the engineer who was holding the tablet looked confused. They seemed to understand what they were talking about, but at the same time they were not sure.

    "...?"

    <em>Fuckers?</em>

    "?"

 Chapter 143.1: The Answer Is To Be A Chef?!

    After ending the call with Li De, Chu Guang felt that life was pretty tough.

    His neighbor was traveling west for a great idea. But not only were their faces filled with the confidence and belief of civilized people, but they also had a lot of supplies that could allow them to eat three meals a day, and throw away three meals¡¯ worth of food every day if they wanted to.

    Meanwhile on his side, not only did he have to spend every penny carefully, but he also had to find a way to use the limited materials to make the yers happy.

    Even if his resources were limited, when he got some good stuff asionally, he would also use them to boost the morale of his yers.

    However, despite doing his best to such an extent, there were still yers on the forum discussing the bricks for building walls and analyzing how to prevent the middleman from earning the price difference.

    How could he not be saddened by what they were doing?

    The weak have no right to choose. In fact, Chu Guang was very clear that even if he had a shelter as a bargaining chip, he actually had very little room for negotiation with the people on the Pioneer.

    Especially since Li De was much harder to fool than their Captain Lu, and he was far even more elusive, giving him no chance at all.

    Whatever it was, Chu Guang had no other choices.It was rare to meet a group of local tyrants who went out on an outing. Coincidentally, these people acknowledged the blue coats they were wearing. No matter how difficult it was to trick them, he still had to bite the bullet and do it.

    After all, it was their fortune that they ran into friends¡­ What if they were to run into enemies the next time?

    Even if he couldn¡¯t win then, he would be up for a huge battle.

    If there was no ident, his workforce should be able to earn 1,200CR for the day. Plus the 600CR for the meal supplement, it would add up to 1,800CR, which could buy 6 assault rifles.

    Chu Guang felt that those people were considerably kind. They said that the meal reimbursement was still set at 600CR a day. Even if his people only worked half a day.

    After the cooperation was over, the weapon store would have some new equipment priced between 300 to 400 silver coins. There would be automatic rifles and submachine guns, as well as modified sights, just for those yers who have risen to LV6 to LV8

    For a better tomorrow and new releases¡­

    Chu Guang hoped that his yers would work hard!

    ...

    Before the call with Li De, Chu Guang found two yers of the perception type and located the signal tower mentioned in the Guard¡¯s Diary and the Bloodhand Diary near the mutant human¡¯s camp. After a rough check, he noticed that although the parts were a bit old, they were notpletely broken.

    The backup power supply still had half its power left, so he pulled the switch back on without a second thought, and the signal tower immediately reactivated.

    Looking at the full signal on the VM, a satisfied smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    The signal coverage had been expanded to reach 10 kilometers away, and the entire northern suburb of Clearspring City was covered.

    His yers no longer had to worry about the problem of bad signal.

    As long as they were not buried under the ruins or traveled too far, he could grasp their situations anytime and anywhere, and issue missions he needed them toplete.

    <em>Very nice.</em>

    After finishing the call with Li De, Chu Guang then borrowed the office¡¯s phone to get in touch with Luca.

    Luca respectfully reported the day¡¯s situation to him. "Sir, ording to your instructions, I¡¯ve purchased 100 kilograms of potatoes, 100 kilograms of corn, some salt, soy sauce, pepper, and other condiments with the 600CR meal supplement. However¡­ Li De told me if we use their vehicles to send goods back, we will be charged 1CR per 100 kilograms..."

    <em>My goodness. He¡¯s trying to get back at me!</em>

    Chu Guang smiled and said, "It¡¯s fine, we don¡¯t need their vehicles."

    There were 10 caravans in the outpost and hundreds of strength type yers. How difficult would it be to bring dozens of tons of cargo back?

    Besides, yers would change shifts every three days. When that happened, the yers over there could just drag the supplies back.

    As for the materials exchanged, they were mainly used as food for the yers.

    Although they brought some shofar potatoes, green wheat, and jerky with them when they went, they only had enough food for a few days; it wouldn¡¯tst long. There would be yers who would change shifts with themter, so there would be no need to bring dry rations over the next time.

    Luca continued, "Sir, I found that starch seems to be cheaper here? 1CR can be exchanged for 1 kilogram, and it looks like it can be eaten directly."

    Chu Guang sighed and said, "If you only eat carbohydrates, you will develop constipation. Starch cannot be considered food."

    Old Luca didn¡¯t quite understand it. In his view, as long as he could eat his fill, he didn¡¯t mind what he needed to eat. But since his master said so, he naturally couldn¡¯t talk back. "Yes... By the way, sir, I¡¯ve noticed that people from the east seem to be very interested in what we eat, and even willing to pay for it."

    "Oh?" Chu Guang asked with interest, "They bought food from us?"

    Luca nodded. "Yes. I wasn¡¯t sure how much I should sell them, and I didn¡¯t want to cause trouble, so I gave them one portion for free. Should I charge them shofar potatoes and fish soup for 1CR each?"

    Chu Guang said while rubbing his chin, "Try to estimate the cost of one serving... Don¡¯t calcte thebor, only count the materials cost."

    Luca answered, "It¡¯s not expensive, shofar potatoes cost two or three copper coins, and fish soup is even cheaper. However¡­ The fish we brought over is almost finished, and we will probably cook other dishes tomorrow.¡±

    ¡°If those peoplee back tomorrow, you can sell them 2CR and 4CR set meals. The 2CR set meal will consist of 200 grams of mashed potatoes, while the 4CR meal wille with a meat dish in addition to mashed potatoes... Forget it, I still can¡¯t decide on the menu. You let the Lifestyle Profession yers decide what they will be eating every day, and I will issue them a missionter. In any case, you just need to set the price ording to the two standards I said."

    Luca replied respectfully, "As ordered, sir."

    ...

    On the official website¡­

    <strong>[Xiaoyu¡¯s Kind Reminder: </strong>Because the administrator has repaired the antenna of the shelter, the signal coverage of the outpost has now expanded to ten kilometers.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipes:</strong> Meaty mashed potatoes, pine nuts stewed fish soup.<strong>]</strong>

    Every time the yers went offline, the forum would be very lively.

    Ample Time: I¡¯m back! Let¡¯s start with the conclusion. The new area unlocked by the expansion pack is almost exactly the same as the one shown in the promotion video!

    Sword Execution: Yes, I can testify! Other games will make you want to look for the simrities between the actual gamey footage and the promotional video, but in this game, it will only make you look for the difference between the two... Anyway, I can¡¯t find it! Do you know what it feels like to walk into the CGI?

    Escaping Mole: Damn it! I haven¡¯t seen it! I also want to y the new map. T.T

    Old White: I gotta say that scavenging with high-tech is much more fun than scavenging with hands near the outpost. (Screaming)

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Brother, can you tell me what the process over there is like?

    Ample Time: Let me exin. We first followed the people from Pioneer to the operational camp they built for us, and moved into a two-story dormitory. And then Tomato Eggs prepared lunch for us, which is something that he hasn¡¯t done for a long time. But that¡¯s not important. The focus is on the afternoon! We followed the two exoframes to the abandoned town to the north!

    Ample Time: That was probably a ce simr to the urban-rural border, and the building density is lower than near our Linghu Wend Park. It is dominated by arge number of single-family houses and a small number of high-rise buildings. We went about 800 meters deep into the city and came to an abandonedmunity hospital. This is a brand new map! We have never traveled this far before when we were scavenging!

    - The floor in the hospital is covered with thick dust. I briefly explored the first floor and found that that ce has been visited by other people, and it has been visited more than once. I¡¯m not sure if there are other survivors nearby. Our worksite is in the basement level car park, where there is arge amount of car wreckage in good condition, as well as corpses of Crunchers.

    - I guess there was a battle that broke out there in the past! Unfortunately, the battle was over when we arrived. Two people in exoframes were patrolling the parking lot with two robot dogs, and our job was to use the cutting machine they gave us to disassemble the valuable parts of the waste vehicles!

    - The whole process is still quitepacted, and the construction efficiency is much simpler than dismantling the car with an axe and a saw! The disassembled doors, hoods, and other parts of a car were roughlypressed with a manual hydraulic press, and then dragged to the heavy truck parked at the entrance of the city. There were NPC engineers on the truck who operated more professional equipment to perform secondary hydraulic pressure on the garbage, and then loaded thepressed garbage blocks onto the truck.

    - By the way, the NPC there will weigh the garbage, and then the collection amount will be disyed in the VM¡¯s mission page. 100 kilograms of metal collected can be exchanged for 1 silver coin.

    Elf Wang: Wait, isn¡¯t that a bad deal? The outpost¡¯s garbage collection mission is also the same. I remember it was 1 silver coin for 100 kilograms of scrap steel.

    Old White: It¡¯s different. Toplete the garbage collection mission at the outpost, the garbage has to be picked up from outside the wend park. And that alone will require you to travel at least 1 kilometers out. It will be even more troublesome if you need to go to the underground parking lot in the residential area. Not to mention the distance of transportation, there are often sneak attacks by Crunchers.

    Ample Time: Yes, and we don¡¯t have that kind of cutter in the outpost. It will take a lot of time to remove the doors and hoods. In addition, this mission also has event reward points, about 1 point every 100 kilograms.

    Night Ten: Strength type yers are buffed by epic level! By the way, I found an interesting thing. When Mosquito and I were squatting in the camp to eat lunch, an NPC ran over and exchanged instant noodles with us. ( ?¡ã ?? ? ¡ã)

    Washing Machine: Seriously?! They are that smart?

    Neighbour Wang: What does NPC¡¯s instant noodles taste like? Is it delicious?

    Night Ten: Delicious my ass. Not only was it tasteless, but it also wasn¡¯t filling. I was hungry not long after eating it ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Mosquito: I actually feel bad for the NPCs on the Pioneer. They have such advanced technology, but they can¡¯t eat a decent hot meal.

    Irene: Do you guys only know how to eat or something? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Tomato Eggs: Brother Night Ten¡¯s words actually reminded me... NPCs from Pioneer seemed to havee to buy food from me tonight, and I saw Luca take money from them. But I don¡¯t know how much they paid him.

    Eye Owe Money: !? So the buffed profession in this version turned out to be the chef?n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Tomato Eggs: What are you talking about? That money wasn¡¯t for me, alright.

    Makka Pakka: But what¡¯s the use of the paper they used? Can I buy something with it? I didn¡¯t see any NPC stores that ept anything like it.

    Night Ten: I don¡¯t know. But it seems like Boss Yaya has one. I wonder if she has figured out how to use it. Why don¡¯t you ask her? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: You think that ass would tell you? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    ...

 Chapter 143.2: The Answer Is To Be A Chef?!

    North Gate of Outpost.

    Looking at the quiet market, Yaya, who had cooked mushroom soup, sighed.

    That was her third sigh in an hour.

    Usually, her booth would already be crowded with people by that time. Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have gone out to do missions and there were more sellers than buyers in the market stalls.

    Earlier there were still two yers chatting before her stall, and the topics changed from how there were too few people in the market to how they should head over to the forum to taunt losers who didn¡¯t receive an invitation for the beta test.

    And then¡­ Those 2 asshole left without buying anything.

    Yaya suddenly felt that those annoying people who were moring to buy stuff and often stealing her mushrooms were not so annoying anymore.

    "It¡¯s so quiet today..."

    <em>Should I close the stall early?</em>It was fine if she was doing a mission, but it was boring if there were too few people in the market.

    She might as well go to the official website to watch idiots taunt other idiots.

    It was almost dawn in reality and many people were offline, so the official website was definitely very lively.

    Those who went to y the new map should have already made a strategy guide. So it was estimated that she would be able to see some interesting things.

    Just when Yaya was thinking about leaving, a person with a pair of big clear eyes came to the booth, and blinked curiously at the cauldron.

    Floating in the pot were some mushrooms and venison along with some herbs. They exuded a very fragrant and appetizing aroma. Autumn Leaves couldn¡¯t help swallowing, her eyes full of longing.

    Looking at her first little customer with surprise, Yaya said hurriedly, "Do you want one?"

    Autumn Leaves blushed, nodded embarrassedly, but then shook her head quickly again, and stammered in a non-standard pronunciation, "No, no need..."

    <em>Huh?</em>

    The expression on Yaya¡¯s face became even more surprised, as if she had discovered a new continent.

    The NPC could actually speak hernguage!

    Seizing the opportunity, she hurriedly continued. "Mushroom soup is half off today, do you want to buy a bowl?"

    Autumn Leaves blinked, not understanding what Yaya said.

    She didn¡¯t know many words. She only learned a few when watching the stall with her elder sister.

    Those blue coats would always say some difficult words, but some would appear more frequently than others. Sobined with bodynguage, she could still guess the meanings of what they were saying.

    The way ofmunication was a bit like other nomads they had met on their journeys.

    Although some people who came from far away seemed to speak the samenguage as them, they sounded a bit different.

    In that kind of situation, they had to rely on their intuitions.

    Yaya picked up the wooden bowl, filled the little girl with a bowl of hot mushroom soup, and said softly with a sweet smile on her face, "Forget it, there are no idiots here today anyway. Since you are so adorable, I¡¯ll treat you to a bowl. Drink it while it¡¯s still hot."

    Looking at the bowl in her hands, the little girl was at a loss, and her anxious expression looked as if she was caught doing something bad.

    "I, I don¡¯t have money..." Maybe because she was too anxious, she actually managed to say a few more words.

    Yaya smiled softly, stretched out a forefinger, wagging it lightly, and said in a lousy gamenguage mixed with Mandarin. "No money, my treat."

    This time, the little girl seemed to understand that this bowl of mushroom soup didn¡¯t cost money, but she still had an embarrassed expression on her face.

    Looking at the steaming soup in her hand, she finally couldn¡¯t resist the temptation of delicious food. She picked up the bowl and blew it a few times to cool it down before drinking it all in one gulp.

    Watching the little girl gulp down the soup, a motherly smile appeared on Yaya¡¯s face.

    <em>Sure enough.</em>n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Compared to silver coins. That was the satisfaction she sought.

    "Slow down, do you want another portion? I will give you more meat."

    After drinking the soup, Autumn Leaves put down the bowl in her hand, looking embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, she hurriedly rummaged in her pocket and then nervously put a ne on the table.

    There were some beautiful stones hanging on it.

    "This is an amulet I made from stuff I picked up from my trip here... I¡¯ll give it to you."

    Leaving behind these iprehensible words and the hand-made ne, the little girl did not wait for Yaya to give her another bowl of soup and ran away.

    Yaya was stunned for a moment, put down the spoon, and picked up the ne on the table.

    <em>Hmm...</em>

    <em>Mission rewards?</em>

    <em>It doesn¡¯t seem to provide any buff. And no matter how I look at it, it¡¯s just ordinary quartz.</em>

    Well, whatever it was, Yaya still happily epted the ne.

    The next moment, a strange guest came to the market at the north gate.

    With a sneaky expression on his face, the customer looked around after entering the market, as if he was looking for something.

    When he saw the stall selling mushroom soup, his eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over and pointed to the pot, then opened his wallet and took out a note and pped it on the table.

    "I want to buy the whole pot, how much is it?"

    <em>Why are all my customers NPCs today?</em>

    <em>Looking closely, this person seems to be the NPC quartermaster?</em>

    Looking at the 100CR banknote on the table, and listening to the words she didn¡¯t understand at all, Yaya was dumbfounded.

    <em>What the hell?</em>

    <em>The whole pot?</em>

    Just when Yaya was at a loss, a stalwart figure suddenly appeared beside her booth and relieved her from her stress.

    "Haha, my friend, I¡¯ve been looking for you for a while, so you are here! I used your phone just now. By the way, this kind of paper is useless around here, we have to use a special kind of currency. This pot of soup will be my treat."

    Quickly taking the note from the table, Chu Guang swiped the VM with his index finger.

    Hearing a ding from her VM, Yaya hurriedly raised her arm to take a look. She was shocked.

    <em>100 silver coins???</em>

    <em>Ahhh this¡­ Isn¡¯t this a bit too much?!</em>

    Looking at Chu Guang who took the banknotes away, Luo Hua was also stunned.

    <em>Wait a minute¡­ Didn¡¯t you say that it was your treat?</em>

    <em>Give my money back!</em>

    "You haven¡¯t eaten anything, right? Come with me, I¡¯ve prepared good wine and good food," Chu Guang said, carrying the whole pot of mushroom soup away.

    <em>It smells quite nice.</em>

    <em>I should be able to make this guy drink more alcohol with this soup.</em>

    "Wine? Do you have wine here?" Luo Hua looked surprised, and instantly forgot about the banknote.

    Chu Guang looked at him strangely. "Don¡¯t you have any?"

    Luo Hua said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "We only have rubbing alcohol, but it¡¯s impossible to drink that, right? And our captain won¡¯t let us drink alcohol, saying that drinking will only cause us to make mistakes..."

    Chu Guang showed a pensive look as he mumbled, "Then if I invite you to drink, isn¡¯t it a vition of your discipline..."

    Luo Hua quickly nced around. Seeing that there was no one to get in his way, he quickly waved his hand and said, "It¡¯s fine. They won¡¯t mind if I drink a couple sses with you. After all, this is also an important part of official business dealings!"

    Seeing the impatient expression on his face, Chu Guang smirked, and reached out to pat his shoulder. "My friend, how can this be called official business dealings? It¡¯s off-duty time. This is a toast to friendship!¡±

    Luo Hua was beaming with happiness and nodded vigorously. "Yes yes yes, let¡¯s have a toast for friendship!"

    Looking at the two men walking away, the bewildered Yaya finally recovered from the shock of earning 100 silver coins, and jumped up from her chair.

    "Wait, wait a minute! Administrator, I have another banknote!"

 Chapter 144: Who Exactly Is Our Enemy?

    On the forum of the official website.

    Yaya, who had just gone offline, rushed to the forum immediately.

    Yaya: Big news! That piece of paper that says 100CR can actually be exchanged for money! Guess how much I traded for it? (*¨R¨Œ¨Q)

    Night Ten: Speak of the devil.( ?¡ã ?? ? ¡ã)

    Irene: ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: Hey! Don¡¯t interrupt, do you still want to know?!

    Sisi: 10 silver coins?

    Ample Time: C¡¯mon, don¡¯t leave us hanging.

    Quit Bullshit: That¡¯s right! Hurry up and speak!Tail: (Pitchfork.gif)

    Yaya: Haha. When I was selling my mushroom soup, a sneaky NPC suddenly came to me, took out a piece of paper, and wanted to take my pot away! Then, just when I didn¡¯t know what to do, the administrator suddenly appeared! Speaking of which, the administrator¡¯s new armor is freaking cool. I don¡¯t know if I can buy that skin.

    Escaping Mole: What the heck?! Why are you telling us those unimportant things?!

    Teng_teng: ???(¨s¡ã§¥¡ã)¨s¦à©ß©¥©ß

    Yaya: 100, 100 silver coins! The administrator took that piece of paper and gave me 100 silver coins! I was about to tell you, so don¡¯t rush me. QAQ

    The whole thread fell silent for a moment, then dozens of replies popped out at the same time.

    White: ?!

    Gale:...

    Night Ten: What the hell?

    Ample Time: 100 silver coins?!

    Yaya: Please don¡¯t spam. It¡¯s actually 200 to be precise... Because I also exchanged the other 100CR paper note I got yesterday with the administrator. The administrator also praised me, saying that I am a good kid, hehe. (=. =)

    Irene: @#!^

    Two pots of mushroom soup were exchanged for 200 silver coins! Her luck was simply off the charts!

    yers on the forum were so envious that they felt like the early ess to the new expansion was no longer that great...

    ¡­

    Meanwhile, the reception room of the outpost¡­

    "<em>Hup</em>~ This wine is not bad. The fruity aroma of grapes is mixed with the fragrance of oak. Even in Enterprise¡­ This will still be considered a rare treasure."

    "You know how to appreciate wine?"

    "Of course, my father has a wine cer. There are a lot of wines in his collections, and he would go there for a while every day. Well, it¡¯s not to drink wine, but just to feel the atmosphere there. I suspect that those bottles will turn into vinegar if it goes on like this... Sigh, I really want to go home." There were a few empty wine bottles on the table. Luo Hua was so drunk that he leaned back on the chair and burped, talking non-stop.

    Chu Guang responded perfunctorily, and took time to nce at the VM, which listed the information Little Seven had helped him sort out.

    <strong>[155. </strong>This person has a wealthy family and holds a middle-level position in the First Pioneering Corps. It is spected that the crew of the Pioneer are all middle-level and high-level staff in Enterprise, and their status is not low.<strong>]</strong>

    All this information was exchanged by him with a table of barbecue, a pot of soup, and a full six bottles of wine.

    In normal times, Chu Guang would definitely not be able to eat so extravagantly.

    Well, his sacrifice paid off regardless.

    From the head of logistics in the Pioneer office located in the outpost, Chu Guang got a lot of interesting information.

    First of all, Enterprise was located in Among Clouds Province in the easternmost part of the Central Continent. It was the estuary of one big river and two tributaries to the sea. It was also the political, economic, and cultural center before the Prosperity Era. It had four strategic areas, three metropolitan areas, two industrial areas, and a historical ancient city.

    As for the headquarters of Enterprise, it was located in the ruins of the industrial zone between Twin Cloud City and Descending Cloud City, ??above Shelter 6, in a ce called Ideal City.

    There were huge walls as high as dams, towers that touched the clouds, and aircrafts shuttled between the streets, but they couldn¡¯t fly very far. People were crowded in a city of less than 500 square kilometers, and most people lived underground without windows; few people could see the clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

    When Chu Guang heard this, he felt like Ideal City didn¡¯t sound that ideal. However, he didn¡¯t know how many percent of the information this drunk guy told him was true.

    In addition, unlike Xia Yan¡¯s hearsay, there were not many factions and serious internal friction within the Enterprise, but they were not the kind of organization that the mercenaries in Boulder Town understood.

    For example, Enterprise did not have a ruler in the strict sense, but only had an Enterprise board of directors with a rigorous organizational structure and a clear division of power. Most of the members of the Enterprise board of directors wereposed of the chairman of the branches, and there were smaller subsidiaries under them.

    Some of those branches produced steel, some produced cement, and some made guns, cannons, drones, and sold clones or androidpanions. Silver Wing Corporate Group was just one of the groups with therger market value, but the market value changed every day, making it difficult to say who was thergest.

    Ten years ago, Enterprise did send an expeditionary force ind, but the target was not Clearspring City in the southern River Valley Province, but the Great Rift Valley in the north.

    People always liked to take credit for themselves. As long as the same thing passes through the mouths of two people, it may evolve into more than three different versions.

    And even if one of the versions was able to survive to the end, it didn¡¯t mean that it would be the truth. It could only mean that this version was the most talked about, and people were more willing to believe it as the truth.

    However, ording to Luo Hua, it was true that the expeditionary force had failed, because for a period of time, good news from the front line could often be heard from various channels.

    But suddenly one day, everyone stopped talking about it.

    Except for those investors who bought war bonds who killed themselves, everyone seemed to pretend that nothing had happened, and none of those people who joined the expeditionary force ever came back.

    In a sense, the Pioneer was also a simr existence to that expeditionary force. In order to build this magnificent onshore fortress, Silver Wing Corporate Group also issued a considerable amount of bonds and promised some benefits to the rich who bought them.

    Well¡­ The second half was actually Chu Guang¡¯s spection, but who cared?

    Perhaps Chu Guang hadn¡¯t thought far enough. He felt that if he lived in such an environment and had arge sum of money in his pocket, he would definitely not waste the money on investments like that.

    In addition, from Luo Hua¡¯s, Chu Guang also learned that the goal of their trip was to go to the west to find a ce called Shelter 0.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Legend has it that it was the birthce of a grand n, and the ce where the founder of the Prosperity Era, the pioneer of the Grand Future, and the immortal who gathered countless glory were buried.

    It was seen by some as thest hope.

    "... Since you have such advanced technology, why do you still want to pin your hopes on the legendary existence? You actually don¡¯t know where it is, right?" Chu Guang poured Luo Hua a ss of wine and asked, "And based on your description, since you can build a fort on the ruins, Hmm¡­ Have you all never thought of starting over?"

    Luo Hua sighed and waved his hand drunkenly. "I¡¯ve heard this argument too many times... My friend, what¡¯s the furthest ce you¡¯ve been to? At most, you have probably traveled from the north of Clearspring City to the edge of the fifth-ring. Starting over again? It¡¯s not as simple as building a few houses."

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "After all, I¡¯ve onlye out of the ground for a few months... I¡¯m also curious about what the world has be."

    "It sucks." Luo Hua shook his head. "What¡¯s the scariest mutant you¡¯ve ever seen? A Cruncher? A Creeper? We refer to them collectively as Slime Mold Parasites. Do you know where they came from? Have you seen their hive?"

    Luo Hua continued, "I¡¯ve seen them all. I¡¯ve even seen a whole skyscraper-sized hive where runaway slime molds merged with reinforced concrete and covered half the city. The survivors there resisted, but failed. The city was swallowed up bit by bit... We were helpless, we could only take dozens of people who survived and leave them by theke 50 kilometers away."

    Chu Guang¡¯s expression changed slightly.

    He had heard that Clearspring City seemed to have a hive in the city center, and mutants such as Crunchers would spread out from the city center every once in a while.

    Survivors of Boulder Town call it The Tide.

    Xia Yan had told him of that before.

    "You guys just... Left the hive there?"

    "Don¡¯t worry about that." Luo Hua waved his hand. "You underestimate the power of nature. Everything on this can only expand to a certain limit. After that, they will all fall into decline quickly. The same goes for those slime molds. In rare cases, they will mutate and run rampant, no longer fear the sun, devour the living creatures around them frantically, and use their flesh to multiply rapidly. It sounds scary, but when they expand to a certain size, their number will soon begin to decrease... We call this the self-limiting expansion of the mutant slime mold."

    Hearing that, Chu Guang¡¯s expression rxed slightly.

    What Luo Hua said made sense.

    If it could expand endlessly, the would have been upied by them long ago.

    And from the perspective of bnce, probably there was no ecosystem that could amodate such terrifying creatures.

    After a pause, Luo Hua continued chattering while burping, "These mutant slime molds are just one of the troubles. You also know that there are more monsters than just Crunchers in this world. Even mutant cockroaches that have nothing to do with slime molds are already annoying enough. Oh right, there are also mutant humans, I don¡¯t know. Have you ever seen a hypermutation as tall as a three-story building? I suspect that the whole thing is a lump of humanoid tumor. Topletely get rid of that thing, we used two tactical nukes... So you are really lucky that your dozens of mutant humans can be solved by just five marines with exoframes."

    Chu Guang¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple bobbed slightly.

    He originally wanted to ask where those things came from, but when the question was about toe out of his mouth, he suddenly changed his mind and asked the question he had been thinking about all the time.

    "Who is our enemy?"

    Luo Hua smiled when he heard his question. "Us? Enemy? You mean... The war that ended humanity? Haha, who knows what happened two centuries ago? I¡¯ve seen a lot of people from the 22nd century who had been frozen and hibernated. Some of them used the hibernate chambers really for refuge, but some purely thought it was fun to go to the future. Haha, anyway, they also couldn¡¯t tell exactly what happened, and they thought they were in some kind of a variety show. They even mored to sue us."

    As Luo Hua spoke, his eyes became a little blurry, his hand holding the wine ss was also shaking.

    Chu Guang felt that he was drunk, so he poured him another ss... Anyway, they were exchanging information and there was not much left of the bottle.

    "That group of poor guys... <em>hup</em>, all we could do was hand them over to the nearby survivors, maybe their knowledge cane in handy, but I feel that¡¯s a bit tough."

    Luo Hua didn¡¯t refuse Chu Guang¡¯s gesture to pour him another drink. He started to take another sip before his words slurred.

    "It is said that the answer lies in Shelter 0. But not only us who are looking for it, the Academy, the Army... Many people are looking for it, but we have not heard anything for so many years. Maybe it is not in the west at all, or as you said, maybe it doesn¡¯t exist at all. But who knows? Someone has to try it.¡± After Luo Hua spoke, he suddenly fell forward.

    Seeing that he was about to fall into the brazier next to him, Chu Guang hurriedly reached out to help him and moved his head to the other side.

    But Luo Hua was still shouting, "I¡¯m going to write a biography, and if we¡¯re sessful, it¡¯ll be the best-selling book in Ideal City."

    "I¡¯m afraid that will be a little difficult, your names are too hard to pass on by word of mouth. If you can change First Pioneering Corps to Knights Temr, the Pioneer to the Zheng He¡¯s ship, and then give your captain a more kick-ass name¡­ Like Lubyanka, and change your story name to Journey To The West, then I bet this is book is sure to be the best-selling adult fairy tale on the East Coast."

    Originally, Chu Guang was talking nonsense, but Luo Hua¡¯s eyes lit up after listening to it.

    "Great idea¡­"

    Before he could finish speaking, he passed outpletely. And the wine ss in his hand fell beside the brazier with a bang.

    Chu Guang stopped caring about the drunkard, but stared at the VM.

    Looking at thest line of information recorded on the screen, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

    "Army and Academy..."

    The world seemed to be moreplicated than what he had imagined.

    <em>Very nice.</em>

    <em>I can update the website to fool my cute little minions again.</em>

    ...

    The next morning.

    As soon as it struck 6:00 in the morning, the hard-working yers went online on time and trotted all the way to the pool of the public toilet in the center of the camp.

    After a brief wash, they continued to run to the open space in the center of the camp in groups of three or five with their lunch boxes.

    However, as soon as they reached the open space, they were dumbfounded.

    Twenty or so NPCs in gray coats with bowls in their hands already stood in line in front of the cauldron.

    Seeing those blue coats looking over, the crew of the Pioneer were somewhat embarrassed. They smiled at their allies, waved their hands congenially, and pointed to the bowl in their hands.

    <em>"Brothers, don¡¯t panic, we will leave very soon after we get the food."</em>

    Seemed to be what they were gesturing about.

    The yers who were also carrying bowls were stunned.

    "Damn! These NPCs are getting more and more brazen!"

    "Huh? Where¡¯s Tomato Eggs? I saw him by the faucet just now. Why is he gone?"

    Not far away, Tomato Eggs was following Luca, walking over with a big basket of noodles in his hand. When he got to the cauldron, he ced the basket heavily on the table.

    There were other ingredients and condiments on the table.

    Raising his arm and wiping the sweat on his forehead, Tomato Eggs put on his apron, then tapped the edge of the cauldron with adle.

    "nt-based meat, synthetic starch noodles, and chicken-oil mushrooms... Let¡¯s try some high-tech ingredients today. But let me state it in advance, I have never cooked with this kind of ingredient before. I¡¯ll try my best. But if it still doesn¡¯t taste good, don¡¯t curse. I¡¯ll try to improve it next time."

    Tomato Eggs was originally going to simply cook a pot of porridge in the morning to save some time. After all, the mornings were not as leisurely as the evenings, and they also had to collect metal scrapster.

    But at that moment, his VM suddenly received a mission to let him cook a pot of delicious food that would make people feel happy.

    <em>What kind of food will make people happy?</em>

    Tomato Eggs looked bewildered, but the three question marks in the mission reward section, and the expansion exclusivebel on the mission header aroused his desire toplete the mission.

    Hearing that Tomato Eggs was about to cook something special, the yers in the queue cheered excitedly.

    "Big brother is awesome!"

    "Can I have one more egg?!"

    "Hey, guys, hurry up!"

    "Tomato Eggs is going to cook something special for us today!"

    Although the Pioneer crew members who were also in the queue could not understand it, they also began to look forward to the food after seeing how excited those blue coats were.

    Tomato Eggs ignored everyone¡¯s reaction and began to focus on cooking.

    After putting some wild boar fat in the bottom of the cauldron and getting the aroma of the oil out, he skillfully poured the vegetable meat that had been marinated in some sort of secret cooking wine into the cauldron.

    <em>Sizzle</em>!

    The meat aroma wafted out of the cauldron.

    Stir frying quickly while adding the soy sauce and sprinkling some salt and pepper to enhance the fragrance, Tomato Eggs waited until the minced meat bubbled before he skillfully picked up a pot of boiling water and poured it into the iron cauldron. He then shook the pot a few times before covering it with a lid.

    The bubbling sound was sealed along with the scent.

    Before this was ready, the stewed chicken-oil mushroom soup over the other side also began to give out fragrant aroma.

    Everyone¡¯s nose was constantly being teased, and the NPCs lining up were salivating.

    Finally, after opening the cauldron, Tomato Eggs took out the noodles using a strainer, shook it twice, then put it into the bowl that was handed over. Then he poured a spoonful of mushroom soup and a spoonful of meat evenly over it.

    "4CR per portion! There¡¯s enough for everyone, so don¡¯t worry."

    Luca took the money and handed the bowl full of noodles to the truck driver who was smiling and thanking him continuously. Then he continued to shout to the other people who were wearing the gray coats in the queue.

    "Next!"

 Chapter 145.1: Suicide Bomber and Unexpected Death

    "I swear... this is the best noodles I¡¯ve ever eaten since I left home!"

    "It¡¯s so delicious!! Is this really made from our noodles??"

    "It¡¯s a vor that the seasoning package doesn¡¯t have! Incredible, how did they do it?"

    "What exactly did they put in the soup? Damn it, why is the soup so delicious¡­ I want to eat another bowl!

    "Ow, ow, ow, so hot..."

    "What are you doing?"

    "Joining the line."

    "What about our job?"

    "No hurry, let me get another bowl, hehe."A group of NPCs in gray coats squatted beside the camp, slurping on the noodles. Their extremely funny look made the yers next to them dumbfounded.

    "Is it that delicious?"

    "It seems... okay?"

    "After all, it¡¯s the craft of Tomato Eggs. So it¡¯s expected!"

    "It¡¯s delicious¡­ It made me think of Boss Yaya¡¯s roasted mushrooms."

    Seeing NPCs enjoying the food so much, the yers felt that the noodles in their hands were even more delicious.

    Luca counted the money with joy. They managed to earn 80CR in total.

    Selling 20 sets of meals not only solved the yers¡¯ meals, but also made a small profit. There were two more people in line not far away, maybe he could earn 100CR at the end of the morning.

    If he let his master know, his master would surely be very happy!

    He couldn¡¯t wait to tell the administrator the good news!

    At this time, Lu Yang who was wearing an exoframe, and Division Chief Li De from the logistics department, just happened to step out of the elevator of the Pioneer.

    Seeing the crew members squatting at the entrance of the blue coats¡¯ camp while slurping noodles, both of them were stunned.

    Lu Yang walked over and asked, "What are you eating?"

    The marine who was squatting on the ground immediately stood up, holding a bowl in his right hand, and reported, "Captain, we¡¯re eating noodles!"

    "What kind of noodles is this?"

    "I don¡¯t know, but it¡¯s really delicious! I suggest you try it too, it only costs 4CR, it¡¯s very cheap, and you¡¯ll get a lot of it."

    <em>4CR a bowl?</em>

    Lu Yang¡¯s face was full of confusion, but Li De, who was standing beside him, realized something and his brows twitched fiercely.

    But he didn¡¯t say anything.

    It wouldn¡¯t hurt to allow them to do a little business in his ce, and he would not be so stingy as to limit where those employees could spend their money.

    As long as they still remembered to do their tasks.

    <em>But then again, what happened to those guys... I don¡¯t usually see them willing to go out to work, but today they all went to the elevator to line up.</em>

    Li De red at several old acquaintances in the logistics department who were squatting on the ground and left without saying a word.

    ¡­

    About 9:00 in the morning, a blizzard suddenly struck the outpost.

    The north wind was blowing so hard that it almost knocked the roof off of the granary.

    Fortunately, Chu Guang managed to borrow a bottle of foam spray from Luo Hua and reinforced the roof of the granary, ultimately saving the crumbling granary.

    Looking at Chu Guang who was covered in snowing in from outside of the barracks, Luo Hua helplessly and sympathetically said, "To be honest... the conditions here are too rudimentary. Do you not have any production tools in your shelter?"

    Chu Guang patted off the snow on his body, and put the bottle of foam spray on the shelf. He walked to the door of the barracks and said indifferently, "Probably they ran out of the budget after building the shelter¡­ By the way, are you feeling better now?"

    "Much better... Did I say something strangest night?" Luo Hua said nervously.

    He knew he had a very loose lip. He couldn¡¯t even keep it shut normally, let alone when he was drunk.

    Of course, Chu Guang wouldn¡¯t tell him that he had noted down more than 200 key points on his VM, so he casually made up a story.

    "No, you just told me the story of you and your android partner back home¡­"

    "Okay, please don¡¯t talk about it anymore." Luo Hua hurriedly stopped Chu Guang from continuing and took a quick nce at Ace next to him nervously.

    Seeing that she didn¡¯t seem to have heard it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

    No matter how big the Pioneer looked from outside, the social circle within it was still very small. He didn¡¯t want his personal affairs to be passed around in this small social circle and cause him to be theughing stock of his colleagues.

    <em>Huh?</em>

    Chu Guang nced at him unexpectedly.

    <em>He really has one?</em>

    Chu Guang, who hadn¡¯t paid much attention to it at first, suddenly became a little curious.

    The next second, Ace looked up and said, "Captain will be here in a while. When I contacted him just now, I told him that you drank alcohol while on dutyst night. So you¡¯d better think about how to exin your actions."

    "What do you mean that I drank alcohol while on dutyst night? I was socializing with our new partner!" Luo Hua argued, using the excuses that Chu Guang taught himst night.

    Ace was dazed for a moment, and then after calming down, she expressionlessly said, "You can exin that to the Captain."

    Luo Hua immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking like a deted balloon.

    Chu Guang patted his shoulderfortingly and gave him a friendly smile. "Don¡¯t worry, my friend, I will exin it in your stead!"

    Luo Hua looked over with a grateful expression. "Thank you, you are such a good person!"

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "You¡¯re wee, after all, you¡¯ve helped me a lot... Ahem, I mean, I¡¯ll have to trouble you a lot in the future."

    <em>It¡¯s great to work with such a simple-minded young man.</em>

    Luo Hua didn¡¯t notice it at all, and said with a smile, "Don¡¯t say that. This is my job! If there is anything you need in the future, as long as I can help, please feel free to find me!"

    "Definitely!"

    Ace raised an eyebrow at their conversation. "..."

    ...

    This blizzardsted for about an hour, and it didn¡¯t stop until 10:30 in the morning. Eventually. a group of people arrived at the north gate of the wend park.

    Wearing an exoframe, Lu Yang walked to the north gate of the outpost with four marines, followed by a four-legged mechanical dog with arge box on its back.

    Their group seemed different from when theyst arrived.

    In addition to the set of exoframes that Captain Lu himself wore, among the four marines he brought, only two wore exoframes and held powerful Gauss rifles.

    As for the other two, they were wearing lightweight mechanical exoskeletons. One held a small and lightweight assault rifle, the other held a light machine gun.

    In addition to the supplies on the mechanical dog, they all carriedrge and heavy backpacks behind them; it seemed that they were ready for a long journey.

    After Chu Guang gave out the mission through the VM, he brought four yers with iron-barreled rifles to greet them.

    Looking at Chu Guang approaching, Lu Yang said with a smile, "...We met two mutant brown bears on the way here, and it dyed us a little."

    "You are really lucky to be able to run into two at the same time."

    <em>Where the hell are the bears then?! Don¡¯t these people recycle their prey?</em>

    Chu Guang nced at these people but did not see any traces of the creatures.

    Thinking of this, he reached out and clicked on the VM a few times. He sent a message to Little Seven, asking it to help him edit the mission to send two perception type yers to follow this group¡¯s footsteps north to see if they could find the corpses of the mutant brown bears.

    Mutated brown bears could weigh more than 1,000 kilograms. In Chu Guang¡¯s eyes, they were food!

    There was a blizzard earlier and if he was lucky, his yers should be able to find them.

    "Maybe." Lu Yang smiled heartily, looked at Chu Guang who was fully armed and asked, "It looks like you are ready?"

    Chu Guang said with a faint smile, "We can move out at any time."

    Lu Yang grinned. "So can we! Please lead the way!"

    Chu Guang nodded and gestured towards the four yers behind him who couldn¡¯t wait to start the mission. "Let¡¯s go!"

    ... n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The yers had never been to the edge of the fifth ring before. Chu Guang had been there a few times, but it was back in autumn. Now that there was snow covering the ground, it was entirely a different situation.

    But that was okay, Baker Street had a lot of scavengers who lived off the resources on the fifth ring.

    Chu Guang took them to Baker Street and found Yu Xiong, the captain of the guards. He nned to borrow someone to help them.

    After listening to Chu Guang¡¯s words, Yu Xiong said immediately, "There was a big blizzard earlier, so that brat, Yu Hu, just happened to be at home. I¡¯ll get him to help you, he¡¯s familiar with the fifth ring."

    "No need. We just need a guide. In this horrible weather, it¡¯s better to let him stay at home. It¡¯s not safe around the fifth ring after all."

    Yu Xiong said with a smile, "Okay, if you need anything, just tell me. I will definitely get it done for you!"

    After saying goodbye to Yu Xiong, Chu Guang brought the young man he borrowed from the guards with him. When walking outside the town, he casually asked, "What¡¯s your name?"

    The young man had obviously seen him when he stepped into the castle. He replied respectfully with a look of awe, "Zhao Sheep, sir."

    <em>What an interesting name.</em>

    "Who is Zhao Rat to you?"

    Zhao Sheep was dazed for a moment, and hurriedly said, "He¡¯s my younger brother!"

    Chu Guang nodded, ending the casual topic and started talking about business.

    "Your job is to be our guide for a while. Do it well and I¡¯ll give you 5 silver coins when it¡¯s done."

    NPCs were paid much less than yers. Guards on Baker Street earned only 60 silver coins a month, or 2 silver coins a day.

    Hearing that he would get 5 silver coins just to lead them to the fifth ring, Zhao Sheep was immediately excited, and hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Don¡¯t worry, sir, I will definitely do it well!"

    Chu Guang smiled. "Then I¡¯ll be looking forward to your performance."

    Returning to Captain Lu Yang and his group, looking at the three exoframes and the two shiny exoskeletons, Zhao Sheep was so shocked that he was at a loss for words.

    Of course he didn¡¯t know what the Pioneer was, nor did he know what the Enterprise was. He only knew that his neighbors in the wend park actually had exoframes!

    In addition to the shock in his heart, he couldn¡¯t help sighing.

    <em>It seems that the old town mayor¡¯s defeat is justified.</em>

    <em>With this kind of equipment, let alone the Bloodhand n, the entire northern suburbs of Clearspring City may not be their opponent.</em>

    <em>I have to share this big news with everyer!</em>

    With the help of the guide, the group entered the fifth ring smoothly and did not waste too much time on crossing the ruins.

    The towering skyscrapers were like tombstones. They were so tall that it was impossible to count the number of floors at a nce. The streets were full of maglev car wreckage and construction waste, while the cracked roads revealed buried pipelines and maglev roadbeds. The east-west streets had even turned into forests, and the ground shadowed by the trees were covered with vegetation and moss... Well, everything was covered with ice and snow at that moment.

    The four yers looked at everything in front of them with shocked expressions on their faces.

    ...

 Chapter 145.2: Suicide Bomber and Unexpected Death

    Makka Pakka stared at the scene before him and gasped, "Holy freaking shit... Have you ever yed <em>The Last of Us</em>?"

    Escaping Mole replied, "I gotta say that this is more shocking than that."

    Midnight Pubg couldn¡¯t help but add, "The Last of Us 2077 Edition?"

    Elf Wang chimed in from the side, "<em>Mhm</em>, it does give me that kind of feeling."

    The Pioneer expedition team had a clear goal. With the help of Zhao Sheep, they quickly followed a rugged alley to the marked area on the map.

    From the few blurry words on the sign hanging at the door of the office building, Chu Guang could barely make out that the first floor of the office building was a bank. Suddenly feeling curious as to whether gold could still be found in the vault in the bank, he secretly used VM to send a side mission to the four yers.

    <strong>[Side Mission: </strong>Find the Bank Vault<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins<strong>]</strong>

    "We¡¯re here." Comparing his field of vision with the image he had, Lu Yang tapped the side of his helmet with his index finger, and then looked at Chu Guang next to him. "ording to our calcted information, the carbon dioxide trap should be somewhere between the 20th and 30th floors of this building."Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but ask, "How are you going to get up there?"

    "We can get to the 20th floor from the emergency exit. And then we can start searching from there floor by floor. If we are lucky, we should be able to find what we need."

    "Is there no way to scout from the outside? I have a drone."

    "It¡¯s not that simple, we¡¯re not looking for an air conditioner," a marine next to him interjected with a smile, "You will understand what I mean when you see it."

    "He¡¯s right." Lu Yang nodded, looking at Chu Guang then asked, "Do you want toe with us? Or you can wait for us here."

    "Then I¡¯ll wait for you... By the way, can you help us clear the mutants on the first floor if it is convenient? We want to see if there are any building blueprints or something like that."

    "No problem, but I don¡¯t think you need to get your hopes up." Captain Lu Yang smiled and gestured towards his teammates beside him.

    The big box behind the mechanical dog unfolded, sending out two ferocious-looking quadrotor drones with gun barrels attached. Followed by three exoframes and two light infantrymen, they walked straight into the building at the same time.

    Intensive gunshots rang through the air and the orange-yellow ballistics almost lit up the hall on the first floor. The Crunchers wandering in the ruins were torn to shreds before they could even react.

    It was totally a one-sided ughter!

    The 4 yers looked envious. Looking at the iron-barreled rifles in their hands, they no longer felt that their weapons were great.

    "Those drones are so strong."

    "Yeah, killing those Crunchers is nothing to them."

    "I really want to get a set as well."

    Listening to the conversation of the four yers, Chu Guang smiled knowingly.

    <em>You¡¯re not the only one! I want it as well.</em>

    <em>Just bear with it for now.</em>

    <em>If you work hard, maybe after two version updates, you¡¯ll have everything.</em>

    ...

    Chu Guang found that the marines on the Pioneer were not only strong in street fighting, but also strong in clearing out buildings.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Of course, arge part of the reason was their equipment.

    An exoskeleton could suppress the recoil of a gun, and the exoframe might have aim assist. Plus the firepower support from the drones, Chu Guang felt that if he was fighting them all together, it was unlikely that he would win the fight.

    However, even with such strong firepower, it still took them almost a day to advance from the 20th floor to the 30th floor.

    The mutants in the fifth-ring weren¡¯t just Crunchers.

    They were attacked by Creepers starting from the 20th floor.

    In addition, there was a mutant called the Suicide Bomber which had spore-filled tumors on its back. It was usually stationary like a nt, and its vision and hearing were average. However, once they were disturbed, they would immediately rush over to self-destruct.

    If a yer¡¯s constitution was lower than 10 points, there was a high probability of them getting poisoned, stunned, or even corrupted by Slime Mold if they inhaled these spores. Even if a yer¡¯s constitution was above 10 points, it was not advisable to inhale too much. After all, there was a limit to everything.

    Of course, they would be fine if they wore gas masks. As long as they were not hit by the self-destruction directly, they would still be alright.

    Meanwhile, Chu Guang¡¯s yers found a facility that looked like a vault in the deepest part of the lobby on the first floor.

    However, the alloy door had been opened, and there was a pile of banknotes that no one seemed to be interested in; not a shadow of gold could be seen.

    It could be seen that in the early years of the Wastnd Era, precious metals such as gold were still rtively valuable. It was not untilter that everyone found out it was not edible, and it was not considered rare at all, that it was gradually marginalized.

    After failing to find anything valuable, the yers wandered around in the lobby. They were somewhat unwilling to give up. Chu Guang, on the other hand, found a safe ce to sit and waited quietly for the battle upstairs to end.

    After waiting from noon to 3:00 in the afternoon, Lu Yang finally came downstairs with his men.

    Sadly, the carbon dioxide trap they were looking for couldn¡¯t be found in this building. The air purification system in the building also had spare fusion cells, but neither the model nor the size matched the kind of fuel rods they needed.

    And there wasn¡¯t much power left in the battery. There was only 8% of its reserves left.

    Lu Yang¡¯s heart was a little heavy, but he was not discouraged.

    In fact, he didn¡¯t hold out much hope that he would be able to find it on the first day. Anyway, he was now familiar with the surrounding terrain, which was not a bad thing for him.

    Although he vaguely guessed the result, Chu Guang still asked, "How is the situation?"

    "Not great, but my intuition tells me that we should be able to find it around this area." Lu Yang sighed and looked at Chu Guang apologetically.

    "I¡¯m sorry that you have to wait for us for so long, but we got nothing. By the way, we found this battery upstairs, although it almost ran out of its power... You can have a look and see if you still need it."

    <em>Of course, I need it.</em>

    Chu Guang smiled and took over the battery decisively.

    "It¡¯s okay. Since I already promised you, I will definitely help you find it."

    <em>Well, that way, I will also be able to get more free stuff from you.</em>

    If they could find good shit like that every time, Chu Guang would only wish that they coulde here more often.

    Just when Lu Yang was about to say his thanks, a shrill roar suddenly came from the side of the hall at this moment.

    <em>Suicide Bomber!</em>

    Lu Yang was startled, he turned around and wanted to help, but he was still a step toote.

    <em>Boom!</em>

    The sound of explosion rang through the air before any one of them could react.

    The group of people quickly ran over and rushed into the archive room where the explosion sounded.

    The room was in a mess. All the cabs had been sted open, without leaving a single one behind.

    In front of thest standing cab, a shelter resident had fallen on the ground, his body was bloody and twisted, and his face waspletely gone.

    The atmosphere was deadly quiet.

    No one expected that there would be casualties at this time.

    Holding a light machine gun in his hand, the face of the exoskeleton-d marine was full of horror under the helmet.

    "Suicide Bomber¡­ Fuck!"

    "How is it possible?! I¡¯ve cleaned this area already!"

    Looking at the bloody corpse on the ground and the cab with its door blown off, Lu Yang¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple bobbed.

    "Obviously, it was hidden in the cab... The moment the cab door was opened, it exploded."

    There was another moment of dead silence.

    Guilt was written on everyone¡¯s faces, especially Captain Lu Yang.

    Turning to look at Chu Guang, he lowered his head slightly and said in a heavy tone, "Sorry... I promised you that I would keep your people safe."

    Chu Guang did not speak, falling into a long silence.

    After a while, he sighed softly, his expression a little tired.

    "People will eventually die. The moment he came out of the shelter, he was ready to give his life and loyalty to rebuilding our civilization. But, I still didn¡¯t expect¡­ that it would be him."

    Lu Yang tried to speak, "He... "

    ¡°He was a very cheerful and optimistic young man. He just got marriedst month." Chu Guang looked to the side with a mncholic expression. "I promised his wife that I would bring him back safely."

    The marines looked at each other and then fellpletely silent.

    Lu Yang frowned and felt even guiltier. "... Can I see her once? I will apologize to her in person."

    "In what capacity? I believe that she will not want to see you. Your apology won¡¯t make her feel any better, it will only make her feel even more sad. Besides, the one who made the promise to her is me, and this matter in the end needs to be handled personally... This is the fate of an administrator, you should be able to understand."

    "I can understand. I¡¯ve also made promises to the families of my people. I promised to let them go home with victory and honor..." Putting his hand on Chu Guang¡¯s shoulder, Lu Yang was silent for a moment before he continued, "Although I know that doing this is not enough to make up for our mistakes, at least please let us pay his pension. At the very least, I hope his family can have a better life."

    Chu Guang remained silent.

    It would be too inappropriate to suddenly specify a number, and it would also spoil the atmosphere a little.

    He knew very well that even if he didn¡¯t say anything, this captain who was a man of his word would definitely contact his logistics department chief and ask Li De to discuss the pension with him.

    When the time came, as long as he didn¡¯t make excessive demands, it should all be negotiable.

    For example, money.

    Or another example was if they could open a few more trading varieties to them.

    Chu Guang was very clear that it was not realistic to buy their production materials, but it was always okay to use their modr workshop to help themselves build a few easy-to-use machine tools, right?

    They obviously had the capability for it. It was just a little bit troublesome for them.

    Or better yet, they could send an engineer over and help him build two production lines.

    He would not ask too much. If the two bigmodities, cement and steel, could be easily produced, at least 60% of his problems would be solved.

    <em>No, I have to think about it more carefullyter after I get back.</em>

    <em>At the moment, I should spend time thinking about sad things.</em>

    Looking at the heavy-hearted administrator and the silent NPCs around, the three yers covered in dust next to them looked at each other.

    "What are they grieving for?"

    "Isn¡¯t it just three days of respawning cooldown? Besides, it¡¯s not the first time Makka Pakka has died. Thest time was much worse than this time. At least, he died with his body intact this time. Uh, apart from his face."

    ¡°But then again... With three days of CD, I¡¯m afraid that he will miss the next rotation for the new yers to try the new expansion gamey."

    "Dang! Now that you say it, I suddenly feel sorry for him as well."

 Chapter 147.2: Expansion Update, Thereâ€™s a Bug?!

    ...

    Moreover, this punishment was not that severe. It was just deducting coins, they wouldn¡¯t be banned. It was not a punishment at all in their opinion.

    However, there was still a risk. They had to keep an eye on the official website at all times.

    In case there was a sudden announcement on the official website that the bug was fixed, then there would be no point in dying no matter how creative their death was.

    Killing themselves over nothing? The loss-making business was not something that yers were interested in.

    Looking at the yers who were discussing how to abuse the bug before it was fixed under his nose, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help feeling that they were too naive.

    Please think more about it!

    With a fatherly smile on his face, Chu Guang opened his document.

    If your idea is better than mine, then I¡¯ll make changes ording to what youe up with....

    Late at night.

    Li De was sitting in the office drinking coffee. Looking at the blowing snow outside the window, his thoughts drifted back to his distant hometown.

    For the survivors in the wastnd, the heavy snow was undoubtedly a disaster.

    But for those living on the Pioneer, this snow was not as shocking as the immersive dynamic wall in the crew¡¯s bedroom.

    As long as they wanted it, they could even sleep on the spire of Ideal City, overlooking the night view.

    However, if fuel rods couldn¡¯t be found, they would have to cut the crew¡¯s non-essential energy consumption by next month at thetest.

    It was really annoying.

    Every time when such an announcement was made, the entire crew¡¯s morale would be very low. Everyone would be unhappy andin about how much better the condition back home was.

    <em>Do you think I like it being here?</em>

    However, after meeting that man, Li De recently became interested in the ssical management art of the old era and its rted sociological research. It was especially so when it came to boosting morale.

    Those blue coats were obviously receiving far lower wages and using the most backward equipment, but they still had high morale and hope for tomorrow.

    That was really puzzling to him.

    He had seen very in city-states. Even if the ves were equipped with bionic prosthetics, it couldn¡¯t improve their work efficiency; it was not even as good as those non-industrialpanion clones.

    Taking into ount the above reasons, Li De¡¯s spection on Shelter 404 was that it probably contained some kind of sociological research results, and the funds they obtained before the war might not be much, so there were not even the most basic steel and cement production modules.

    If possible, Li De would like to learn about their art of management and ways to boost morale.

    Of course, it was not necessary to use their method to manage the entire crew, but at least, he wanted to use it in the logistics department.

    "Division Chief!"

    Looking at the young man who ran in from the outside without knocking on the door, Li De put down the coffee in his hand and looked at him and asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    The young man said nervously, "There¡¯s a lot of white smokeing out of our ally¡¯s camp! Maybe there¡¯s a fire!"

    What could be caught on fire in this snowy weather?

    Li De was stunned for a moment, then stood up hurriedly. He followed the young man from the logistics department outside of his room, and walked across the corridor to the side facing the blue coats¡¯ camp.

    Through the porthole, he saw that in the center of the camp, a thick white fog floated up against the wind and snow, even the howling north wind could not disperse it.

    The public bathroom just blocked the view, so the specific situation could not be seen.

    Something must be on fire, but no open mes were seen.

    Seeing that the fire was not very big, Li De breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand without thinking much.

    "Send a water truck to help them."

    <em>I hope it won¡¯t affect the collection work tomorrow.</em>

    After all, that was closely rted to when they could leave.

    "Yes!" The young man nodded immediately, and then hurried off.

    Soon, a water truck set off from the mobile garage stationed next to the Pioneer track and headed for the operation camp.

    However¡­ When the driver of the logistics department drove the water truck to the destination, he was really dumbfounded when he saw the situation in front of him.

    A group of people had built a wooden shack, and they were boiling water, kneading dough, and chopping minced meat, seemingly preparing a meal busily.

    And the mighty white smoke all came out from the boiling pot...

    Luca was already familiar with this driver, remembering that the young man¡¯s name was Yuan Hao. When he saw him walking towards the camp, he immediately smiled. "You are working overtime? Anyway, you came here just at the right time. Do you want to try some steamed buns?"

    Yuan Hao looked bewildered. "Steamed buns?"

    "Yes, it¡¯s in the steamer over there. It¡¯s the food invented by our administrator!"

    It didn¡¯t matter whether the administrator invented it or not. Anyway, Luca had never seen it before, so he instinctively gave this credit directly to his master.

    The driver nced at it and found that the blue coats kneaded the white flour into a round shape, then stuffed the minced meat stuffing into it, and kneaded it into a small lump of... dough?

    And they seemed to be enjoying themselves!

    Yuan Hao had eaten a pie before.

    The cafeteria of Pioneer not only provided healthy and nutritious meals, but also sold meat floss, caramel, and five-nut vored pies as snacks, which could be eaten after they were heated up.

    "What is the meat stuffing?"

    "Bear meat! It¡¯s the food that was just sent from the outpost!"

    Yuan Hao¡¯s eyes lit up when he heard it was a game, and he asked quickly, "How much is it?"

    The game of other survivors¡¯ settlements was unptable, but these blue coats were obviously better at cooking than other natives he had seen before.

    Luca said ording to the instructions of the administrator with a smiling face, "We are just experimenting today. So it¡¯s free of charge. You can try it for us and tell us which one is more delicious."

    As soon as the driver heard that he didn¡¯t need to pay, he immediately took a freshly steamed bun, brought it near to his mouth and took a bite.

    Mixing with the tender taste was the meaty aroma.

    The driver¡¯s eyes widened immediately.

    Gobbling down the whole steamed bun into his mouth, Yuan Hao swallowed hard while giving a thumbs up and said in a muffled voice, "This! It¡¯s delicious! It¡¯s better than pie!"

    Luca was full of joy, and he hurriedly brought another te over.

    "And this is dumpling. Its skin is thinner. You can try it too!"

    Yuan Hao, whose mouth was full and couldn¡¯t stuff anymore food in, couldn¡¯t help but sigh while looking at the new dish.

    "It¡¯s so delicious, do you usually eat like this?"

    Luca said tteringly, "We are only able to eat like this recently, and it¡¯s thanks to the business you brought to us that we can eat like this."

    Yuan Hao smiled, not only did he not feel that he was losing money, but he felt quitefortable after hearing what was said.

    What was the use of getting such a high sry? What was the use of getting attendance allowance?

    He was far from home, and he couldn¡¯t even spend it!

    Here, not only could he eat delicious food, but he could also help those poor people. He felt that not only his stomach had been satisfied, but his spirit had also been lifted.

    Compared to looking for Shelter 0, that was what made him feel like being a savior!

    It was a lot more satisfying than throwing money on the dance floor in a bar!

    Yuan Hao said with a face of justice, "I can¡¯t eat your food for free... How much is this bun? I want to buy 50 of them! Such a delicious snack, I have to bring some to my colleagues to try!"

    "Wouldn¡¯t 50 be a bit too much?" Luca dissuaded, "We still have dumplings, shumai, soup dumplings... these are sold by the kilogram. You should just buy a little bit first? You can freeze it if you can¡¯t finish it, don¡¯t waste anything."

    With a wave, Yuan Hao said generously, "Then get me 50 buns first. As for those that are sold by the kilogram, I¡¯ll take 10 kilograms each!"

    "?!"

    Each bun was 2CR, so 50 buns would be 100CR!

    As for dumplings, soup dumplings, and spring rolls, they were sold by the kilogram. One kilogram was 10CR, so 10 kilograms each would be 300CR!

    The crew members of Pioneer were so rich. They could even spend the money that was equivalent to four weeks¡¯ living expenses of a bottom-level Enterprise employee without any hesitation.

    Luca stopped persuading him. He quickly helped him pack the steamed food, stuffing them into a stic bag, and tying it up tightly on the spot. After passing the bag to Yuan Hao, he told him to eat it while it was still hot and not to waste any food.

    Yuan Hao simply nodded, before leaving some money behind. He carried therge bag of steaming food and drove the water truck back the same way he came.

    Before leaving, the water in the water truck, which was originally brought over to fight fire, was also poured into the water tank on the roof of the bathroom.

    Looking at the four 100CR banknotes in his hand, old Luca was excited.

    As expected of his master!

    They would be able to make a lot of money from those people!

    The yers around were talking with each other, discussing the water truck that had disappeared in the heavy snow.

    "How many buns did that guy buy? Can he even finish it?!"

    "Who cares. We just need to focus on making buns. After all, we can get 1 copper coin for making one bun! It¡¯s much easier than cutting down a tree!"

    "We can also get 10 reward points if we make 100 buns. This is freaking great!"

 Chapter 147.1: Expansion Update, Thereâ€™s a Bug?!

    "100,000CR..."

    Sitting in front of theputer in the shelter¡¯s residence hall, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but sigh while looking at the manual for the sma CNC machine.

    <em>It is good stuff.</em>

    <em>But it¡¯s so damn expensive!</em>

    If only it were 100,000 silver coins, he would buy it without any hesitation.

    If that was really not possible, splitting the payment into several installments would also be fine.

    ording to Luo Hua, Ideal City had a stock exchange. It made him wonder if he could list his Shelter 404 on that stock exchange¡­ Chu Guang did not dare to guarantee other things, but investing in them would definitely be more reliable than sending an expeditionary force.

    His attention returned to the manual.

    Although the professional content in it was beyond his knowledge, Chu Guang still understood roughly based on some key information that Little Seven helped sort out.First of all, the machine was really high-tech.

    Although high-precision sma cutting technology existed as early as the end of the twentieth century, and some people hadbined it with CNC technology and applied it in the field of CNC machining that required high precision, in the end the precision was limited due to the nature of sma itself. As a result, CNC sma cutters¡¯ usage were often limited to cutting patterns and parts that were t steel tes which required only two axles of motion.

    One main reason for this was because the cut made by the sma torch was too wide, and the cutting was still essentially done using thermal energy.

    Even if manufacturers made smaller nozzles and smaller sma arcs, the uracy could only reach the lower standard ofser cutting at most.

    But the machine that Li De showed him was different.

    From the most fundamental technical principle, the sma used by this machine tool was not the same thing as the blowtorch in the other world, but a variant of the maic confinement controble nuclear fusion device.

    It could not only heat the inert gas as a working fluid to hundreds of millions of degrees to form ultra-high-energy sma, but also used its own maic field to constrain it.

    It was like a fusion reactor without any inefficiencies!

    The sma jet containing terrifying energy was condensed into a single-atom-wide cutting line.

    ording to the precise control of the ejection speed and ejection amount of the sma jet, it could not only achieve nano-scale cutting of solid materials, but also urately control the cutting depth. Moreover, almost no obvious burrs or burned marks would be produced on the cutting surface.

    Compared with traditional mechanical tools, the gaseous single-atom knife formed under maic confinement had almost no error when it came to matching.

    As long as the preset parameters were entered, it could produce geometric figures without any changes to the properties of the material itself through simple cutting and welding, whereas traditional machine tools would need to go through multiple operation procedures to achieve that.

    For the Pioneer, the significance of the old antique may not be so important. After all, the machine tool was not suitable for mass production, but was only suitable for high-precision processing of traditional solid materials that had been formed, which was equivalent to the final step in the process. In contrast, they not only had more advanced and safer cold gas single-atom cutting technology, but also were closer to the pre-war society in terms of mass production.

    However, for Shelter 404, whichcked tools, its significance was equivalent to the mother of all industrial machines!

    <em>In any case, I must get this machine!</em>

    Chu Guang thought to himself.

    Although it was a bit shameless to say this, it was also for the sake of his yers so they could have a better gaming experience.

    "I have to find a way to shake them down a bit more!"

    ...

    On the forum of the official website.

    Makka Pakka: ??? Why did I get disconnected? The screen went ck as soon as I opened the cab? Is this a bug? Yo! Dev, can you help me take a look.

    Elf Wang: Brother, you didn¡¯t get disconnected, you died on the spot.

    Midnight Pubg : +1, I saw with my own eyes. You were sted into pieces, and the walls were sshed with your blood. The administrator even mourned in silence for a long time.

    Irene: Don¡¯t pretend to be dumb, brother. It¡¯s not the first time you died. Others might not know what¡¯s wrong with the ck screen, but don¡¯t you know? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Makka Pakka: ???

    Yaya: Hahahaha! Noob! Hahahaha! Weak! (*¨R¨Œ¨Q)¥Ä©³©¥©·

    Escaping Mole: I think the official website should add a new special achievement, recording the number of deaths by monsters. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: Smh ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Makka Pakka: *#@%!

    There was a jolly vibe throughout the post.

    Just when everyone was joking about how Makka Pakka was going to die next time, the official website suddenly posted an announcement.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>Temporary adjustment of expansion activities<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[1. </strong>In order to test the taste and cooking effect of the updated ingredients in thetest version, a new series of Lifestyle Profession missions are now avable. Luca, who is located in the operation camp, seems to be in a little trouble. A yellow exmation mark has appeared on the map. Those who are well-versed in the arts of culinary, please go online to receive the mission.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. </strong>Due to abnormal data of the newly added monsters in the expansion that caused a difficult-to-fix technical bug, yers who died because of content rted to the expansion will be unable to revive temporarily. At present, our technicians are doing their best to investigate this bug, and have worked overtime for 24 hours. But don¡¯t worry, our boss has purchased additional insurance for each employee. All the developers have promised that they will not get off from work until this bug is resolved!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>Because the bug is extremely difficult to fix, and it cannot be fixed within the short term, we arepensating yers who may have missed out on the expansion. We will be giving out 100 silver coins to the affected ounts, as well as a chance to win a guaranteed lucky draw for weapon essories. Thepensation will be released within three days after the expansion event ends.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>However, we strictly prohibit the abuse of game bugs including malicious suicide to scampensation from the shelter. If it is determined that there is deliberate intention, nopensation will be given to the offending ounts, and in severe cases, an additional 300% of death penalty will be imposed on the offending ount.<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: Sisi! Kill me when you get online!! ¡Æ(??§¥??¥Î)¥Î

    Sisi: Do you want to get me banned?!

    Makka Pakka: What the hell?! What does this update mean? Does it mean that I won¡¯t be able to y the game in the next few days??? (horrified)

    Elf Wang: Damn, brother, can you finish reading the announcement! You¡¯ve just hit the jackpot!

    Midnight Pubg: Wtf! Why is it not me who opened that cab? Is it still toote to do it now? T.T

    Eye Owe Money: Got it! The Buffed ss in this version is corpses!

    Irene: Anyone wanna team up to be corpses? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Escaping Mole: Wait a minute, don¡¯t rush to die! The reward of 100 silver coins seems to be a lot, but there is no doubt that dying at this time is a loss! The event point of the expansion can already allow you to participate in the lucky draw after the expansion ends. And thepensation lottery chance will only guarantee to give you weapon essories! You must know that in addition to the scope, the hammer grip, bracket, and bay are also essories!

    Ample Time: Indeed, there is no specific time when the expansion will end. If it ends after half a month, thepensation of 100 silver coins and a chance to draw a lottery is really not worth it. So I don¡¯t rmend you die for this smallpensation.

    Makka Pakka: Damn it! Based on what you said, I feel like I suffered a big loss! I was only happy for damn 5 minutes! QAQ

    Lightning Professor: Disagree! If it is thest day of the expansion, and the bug still cannot be fixed at that time, you can fully experience the content of the expansion and also getpensation. Isn¡¯t it a total win?n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Escaping Mole:...

    Ample Time:...

    Night Ten: Damn it, you idiot! Why do you have to say it out loud?!

    Lightning Professor: ?

    Several familiar IDs instantly went offline.

    yers who were qualified for the alpha testing either went to their other groups to chat privately, or went online to receive the mission from Luca. Everyone knew very clearly that Light was always lurking in the forum. No one knew when he would jump out all of sudden. He was more frightening than the ss teacher who appeared by the window in the evening self-study sessions.

    There were only non-test yers and neers discussing how to die in a reasonable manner without being judged by the devs to be maliciously abusing the bug.

    After all, once it was determined that they were maliciously abusing the bug, not only would they not receive anypensation, but their punishment would be three times worse, which was really not worth it.

    But from another point of view, as long as their acting was realistic, they would make a fortune!

    And think about it, as long as they didn¡¯t act too exaggeratedly, even if they failed to cheat, the probability of being punished should not be high, at most, they would receive nopensation at all.

    <em>It¡¯s a game after all!</em>

    <em>Isn¡¯t death amon urrence?</em>

 Chapter 147.2: Expansion Update, Thereâ€™s a Bug?!

    ...

    Moreover, this punishment was not that severe. It was just deducting coins, they wouldn¡¯t be banned. It was not a punishment at all in their opinion.

    However, there was still a risk. They had to keep an eye on the official website at all times.

    In case there was a sudden announcement on the official website that the bug was fixed, then there would be no point in dying no matter how creative their death was.

    Killing themselves over nothing? The loss-making business was not something that yers were interested in.

    Looking at the yers who were discussing how to abuse the bug before it was fixed under his nose, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help feeling that they were too naive.

    Please think more about it!

    With a fatherly smile on his face, Chu Guang opened his document.

    If your idea is better than mine, then I¡¯ll make changes ording to what youe up with....

    Late at night.

    Li De was sitting in the office drinking coffee. Looking at the blowing snow outside the window, his thoughts drifted back to his distant hometown.

    For the survivors in the wastnd, the heavy snow was undoubtedly a disaster.

    But for those living on the Pioneer, this snow was not as shocking as the immersive dynamic wall in the crew¡¯s bedroom.

    As long as they wanted it, they could even sleep on the spire of Ideal City, overlooking the night view.

    However, if fuel rods couldn¡¯t be found, they would have to cut the crew¡¯s non-essential energy consumption by next month at thetest.

    It was really annoying.

    Every time when such an announcement was made, the entire crew¡¯s morale would be very low. Everyone would be unhappy andin about how much better the condition back home was.

    <em>Do you think I like it being here?</em>

    However, after meeting that man, Li De recently became interested in the ssical management art of the old era and its rted sociological research. It was especially so when it came to boosting morale.

    Those blue coats were obviously receiving far lower wages and using the most backward equipment, but they still had high morale and hope for tomorrow.

    That was really puzzling to him.

    He had seen very in city-states. Even if the ves were equipped with bionic prosthetics, it couldn¡¯t improve their work efficiency; it was not even as good as those non-industrialpanion clones.

    Taking into ount the above reasons, Li De¡¯s spection on Shelter 404 was that it probably contained some kind of sociological research results, and the funds they obtained before the war might not be much, so there were not even the most basic steel and cement production modules.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    If possible, Li De would like to learn about their art of management and ways to boost morale.

    Of course, it was not necessary to use their method to manage the entire crew, but at least, he wanted to use it in the logistics department.

    "Division Chief!"

    Looking at the young man who ran in from the outside without knocking on the door, Li De put down the coffee in his hand and looked at him and asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    The young man said nervously, "There¡¯s a lot of white smokeing out of our ally¡¯s camp! Maybe there¡¯s a fire!"

    What could be caught on fire in this snowy weather?

    Li De was stunned for a moment, then stood up hurriedly. He followed the young man from the logistics department outside of his room, and walked across the corridor to the side facing the blue coats¡¯ camp.

    Through the porthole, he saw that in the center of the camp, a thick white fog floated up against the wind and snow, even the howling north wind could not disperse it.

    The public bathroom just blocked the view, so the specific situation could not be seen.

    Something must be on fire, but no open mes were seen.

    Seeing that the fire was not very big, Li De breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand without thinking much.

    "Send a water truck to help them."

    <em>I hope it won¡¯t affect the collection work tomorrow.</em>

    After all, that was closely rted to when they could leave.

    "Yes!" The young man nodded immediately, and then hurried off.

    Soon, a water truck set off from the mobile garage stationed next to the Pioneer track and headed for the operation camp.

    However¡­ When the driver of the logistics department drove the water truck to the destination, he was really dumbfounded when he saw the situation in front of him.

    A group of people had built a wooden shack, and they were boiling water, kneading dough, and chopping minced meat, seemingly preparing a meal busily.

    And the mighty white smoke all came out from the boiling pot...

    Luca was already familiar with this driver, remembering that the young man¡¯s name was Yuan Hao. When he saw him walking towards the camp, he immediately smiled. "You are working overtime? Anyway, you came here just at the right time. Do you want to try some steamed buns?"

    Yuan Hao looked bewildered. "Steamed buns?"

    "Yes, it¡¯s in the steamer over there. It¡¯s the food invented by our administrator!"

    It didn¡¯t matter whether the administrator invented it or not. Anyway, Luca had never seen it before, so he instinctively gave this credit directly to his master.

    The driver nced at it and found that the blue coats kneaded the white flour into a round shape, then stuffed the minced meat stuffing into it, and kneaded it into a small lump of... dough?

    And they seemed to be enjoying themselves!

    Yuan Hao had eaten a pie before.

    The cafeteria of Pioneer not only provided healthy and nutritious meals, but also sold meat floss, caramel, and five-nut vored pies as snacks, which could be eaten after they were heated up.

    "What is the meat stuffing?"

    "Bear meat! It¡¯s the food that was just sent from the outpost!"

    Yuan Hao¡¯s eyes lit up when he heard it was a game, and he asked quickly, "How much is it?"

    The game of other survivors¡¯ settlements was unptable, but these blue coats were obviously better at cooking than other natives he had seen before.

    Luca said ording to the instructions of the administrator with a smiling face, "We are just experimenting today. So it¡¯s free of charge. You can try it for us and tell us which one is more delicious."

    As soon as the driver heard that he didn¡¯t need to pay, he immediately took a freshly steamed bun, brought it near to his mouth and took a bite.

    Mixing with the tender taste was the meaty aroma.

    The driver¡¯s eyes widened immediately.

    Gobbling down the whole steamed bun into his mouth, Yuan Hao swallowed hard while giving a thumbs up and said in a muffled voice, "This! It¡¯s delicious! It¡¯s better than pie!"

    Luca was full of joy, and he hurriedly brought another te over.

    "And this is dumpling. Its skin is thinner. You can try it too!"

    Yuan Hao, whose mouth was full and couldn¡¯t stuff anymore food in, couldn¡¯t help but sigh while looking at the new dish.

    "It¡¯s so delicious, do you usually eat like this?"

    Luca said tteringly, "We are only able to eat like this recently, and it¡¯s thanks to the business you brought to us that we can eat like this."

    Yuan Hao smiled, not only did he not feel that he was losing money, but he felt quitefortable after hearing what was said.

    What was the use of getting such a high sry? What was the use of getting attendance allowance?

    He was far from home, and he couldn¡¯t even spend it!

    Here, not only could he eat delicious food, but he could also help those poor people. He felt that not only his stomach had been satisfied, but his spirit had also been lifted.

    Compared to looking for Shelter 0, that was what made him feel like being a savior!

    It was a lot more satisfying than throwing money on the dance floor in a bar!

    Yuan Hao said with a face of justice, "I can¡¯t eat your food for free... How much is this bun? I want to buy 50 of them! Such a delicious snack, I have to bring some to my colleagues to try!"

    "Wouldn¡¯t 50 be a bit too much?" Luca dissuaded, "We still have dumplings, shumai, soup dumplings... these are sold by the kilogram. You should just buy a little bit first? You can freeze it if you can¡¯t finish it, don¡¯t waste anything."

    With a wave, Yuan Hao said generously, "Then get me 50 buns first. As for those that are sold by the kilogram, I¡¯ll take 10 kilograms each!"

    "?!"

    Each bun was 2CR, so 50 buns would be 100CR!

    As for dumplings, soup dumplings, and spring rolls, they were sold by the kilogram. One kilogram was 10CR, so 10 kilograms each would be 300CR!

    The crew members of Pioneer were so rich. They could even spend the money that was equivalent to four weeks¡¯ living expenses of a bottom-level Enterprise employee without any hesitation.

    Luca stopped persuading him. He quickly helped him pack the steamed food, stuffing them into a stic bag, and tying it up tightly on the spot. After passing the bag to Yuan Hao, he told him to eat it while it was still hot and not to waste any food.

    Yuan Hao simply nodded, before leaving some money behind. He carried therge bag of steaming food and drove the water truck back the same way he came.

    Before leaving, the water in the water truck, which was originally brought over to fight fire, was also poured into the water tank on the roof of the bathroom.

    Looking at the four 100CR banknotes in his hand, old Luca was excited.

    As expected of his master!

    They would be able to make a lot of money from those people!

    The yers around were talking with each other, discussing the water truck that had disappeared in the heavy snow.

    "How many buns did that guy buy? Can he even finish it?!"

    "Who cares. We just need to focus on making buns. After all, we can get 1 copper coin for making one bun! It¡¯s much easier than cutting down a tree!"

    "We can also get 10 reward points if we make 100 buns. This is freaking great!"

 Chapter 148.1: Everything Is For Sale

    Late at night.

    There was a message from Luca, reporting the day¡¯s ie to Chu Guang.

    Among them, 2,000CR was a fixed sry, and since the logistics department of the Pioneer purchased value-added services with double production capacity, themission for a total of 255 tons of garbage collected was 1,275CR, which added up to 3,275CR!

    Then there was the ie from breakfast, dinner, and supper; this extra ie actually reached 700CR!

    In addition to the daily 600CR meal allowance, deducting the 150CR expense for purchasing supplies and ingredients, their bnce reached 4,425CR.

    As for the wage, the mission reward for every 100 kilograms of trash was one silver coin, so the total was equivalent to 2,550 silver coins.

    Oh right, there were 2,550 event points as well.

    Evenly spread to 200 people, the per capita ie was still a little low; this was likely caused by some intelligence type yers lowering the average ie.

    Hopefully, yers would make persistent efforts and create greater glories!"Counting the 1,200CR bnce from yesterday¡¯s half-day, the total ie in two days is 5,625CR! My goodness, that¡¯s enough to buy 18 assault rifles!"

    Even when the number of weapons in his arsenal was at its highest, he didn¡¯t have that many weapons.

    Chu Guang almost couldn¡¯t wait to convert all the money he saved into guns, price them at 400 silver coins each in the weapon shop, and then release a special event.

    ¡°Expansion pack exclusive weapons, 1 event point will be equivalent to 5 silver coins discount, up to a maximum of 50% off the total price."

    He believed that after the first wave of yers came back, they would jump with excitement!

    Presumably next time they went, they would work harder!

    Chu Guang felt that he understood the in-game promotions of major game publishers, and it was worth the effort he made.

    Leaning on theputer chair, Chu Guang held the back of his head with his hands, looking at the ceiling and thinking to himself, "Tomorrow is thest day before the next shift. The new yers will be online the day after tomorrow, and the two groups will officially change shifts."

    "50 old yers and 150 new yers... I hope there won¡¯t be any problems."

    <em>Maybe...</em>

    <em>I should go there in person.</em>

    Little Seven, Xia Yan, Xiaoyu, and so many old yers would be left in the outpost¡­ There shouldn¡¯t be any big problems!

    Just when Chu Guang closed the text file and started a game of <em>Steris</em> to rx, Li De from the logistics department was staring at the te on the table in a daze on the Pioneer, ten kilometers away. "This¡­ is the pie made from the blue coats?"

    His secretary, Wang Jie, replied, "It¡¯s a steamed bun."

    "What about this? The skin is transparent?"

    "It¡¯s also a steamed bun... I heard it¡¯s called a soup dumpling. It¡¯s better to eat it while it¡¯s hot with vinegar."

    "What about this t one? Boiled bun?"

    "Uh, I heard that this is called a dumpling."

    "???"

    Those were strange foods to him.

    At Ideal City, people wouldn¡¯t wrap fat and protein in carbohydrates.

    And there was no supermarket that would sell stuff like that that were made from mutant meat.

    The bottom-level employees and the unemployed would rely on synthetic starch and a small amount of dietary fiber to survive, while the mid-level employees would have nt-based meat and some meal ns designed to be nutritionally bnced. After all, thetter was the backbone of Enterprise and an irreceable machinery. Enterprise would care a lot about their health.

    In terms of the employees at the upper level, they could eat pre-war crops produced by automatic nting towers and meat synthesized through a rigorous scientific n. Although food like that was also a result of mass production , the nutrients would be better and the taste would be more exquisitepared to the previous ones.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    The diet quality for senior employees who were in mid-level management and above was even higher. Not only would they have the opportunity to taste farmed meat with an even fat distribution and eggs hatched from live poultry, but they would also be able to taste pure natural milk.

    With cooking equipment more sophisticated than CNC machines, they could even control the texture and taste of ingredients at a molecr level. With the help of technology, a dish could be an art piece.

    Looking at the pile of buns in front of him, Li De couldn¡¯t help falling into contemtion.

    <em>This is probably not considered as art, but more like a cultural product.</em>

    <em>Not to mention it also has mutant meat in it...</em>

    <em>Is it really edible? </em>

    In the spirit of positivism that so many people ate it without having any problem, Li De finally let go of his prejudice and took a bite.

    And then...

    The second bite, the third bite...

    "???"

    <em>What the hell!?</em>

    <em>This is too fucking good!</em>

    ...

    The next day.

    At the west gate of the outpost, the guards squatting in the trenches each wore a fur coat uniform and carried a uniquely shaped rifle on their shoulders.

    The square-shaped gun body, the dark shell, the thick receiver structure, and the pure wood stock made it look a bit like something straight out of <em>Warhammer</em>.

    Even if someone used it as a blunt weapon, no one would feel anything strange.

    Therge and rough violent aesthetics had been vividly reflected in it. And its name was quite restrained orwful.

    That was the Arbiter Type I, the outpost guard¡¯s standard weapon!

    "Fire!"

    <em>Bang!</em>

    Fifteen gunshots rang out in unison, and the bullets flew murderously towards the target 100 meters away, smashing the tree trunks near the target into pieces.

    Wrench, the captain of the guard, looked slightly embarrassed.

    Out of the fifteen targets, they missed ten. The most embarrassing thing was that he didn¡¯t hit the target himself.

    The most important thing was that the administrator was watching.

    "Reload!" Wrench shouted at the top of his voice.

    The guards quickly ejected the magazine, tossed the hot magazine into the snow, re-aimed, and waited for the order to start a new round of practice.

    "It¡¯s quite powerful."

    Looking at the rows of tree trunks 100 meters away with a wooden telescope, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but reveal a hint of surprise.

    It felt much stronger than the 7mm iron barrel rifle Liszt sold him.

    <em>Is it really a knockoff?</em>

    "Didn¡¯t you say that the bigger the better? Anyway, since the receiver is so thick, I thought it would be a pity not to use it. I simply increased the length of the shell and the charge. Now it uses 7x70mm rifle bullets, which is longer than the original 20mm." Standing beside him with a cane, Xia Yan gave him a teasing look. "Is this big enough?¡±

    "It is big enough,¡± Chu Guang said with a mixed emotion, ¡°but this uracy is really something else.¡±

    That was not important.

    These guards would not be fighting on the front line, and there was no need to ask them to hit targets 100 meters away. He just needed to ask his yers to do it.

    All they needed to do was to fire warning shots into the sky.

    If he wasn¡¯t worried about clogging the receiver, he would even want to rece them with the lower cost ck powder. In that way, not only would the warning shots be loud, but it would also have a lot of smoke, which would be freaking awesome.

    Speaking of which, there were a lot of Lifestyle Profession yers recruited recently, and everyone¡¯s gamey was a bitid-back. In the next version, Chu Guang nned to recruit more yers from the games developed by <em>Bethesda Game Studios</em> toe in and pick up scraps.

    And then recruit some yers from the games developed by <em>Paradox Interactive</em> toe in and fight.

    "It¡¯s most likely a problem with the material of the bullet tip and the barrel. It¡¯s fine within 50 meters, but the ballistic spread outside 100 meters is a bit big. I¡¯ll think about how to solve this problem..." Seeing Chu Guang looking at her strangely, Xia Yan was slightly startled. She couldn¡¯t help asking, "Is there something on my face?"

    "No, it¡¯s quite clean." Looking at Xia Yan who was confused, Chu Guang nodded with a smile. "I just think that you¡¯ve been working hardtely, and you actually took the initiative to think about solutions for me. As your boss, I¡¯m very happy."

    "Who is doing it for you?! Don¡¯t be too narcissistic!" Blushing, Xia Yan red at him fiercely and walked away.

    Chu Guang smiled and ignored her embarrassed denial. After pondering for a while, he walked straight out of the west gate and found Wrench squatting in the trench.

    Climbing out of the trenches, Wrench looked at the administrator with a guilty face. He lowered his head, and tried to exin. "Sir, I..."

    "Head up! Stand with your back straight! You are the guard of this outpost, the defenders of order and justice."

    Seeing that the captain of the guards stood upright again, Chu Guang nodded in approval.

    After a pause, he continued, "It¡¯s normal for you to miss the first shot with the gun that has just been handed to you. You will naturally get a hang of it after practicing a few times. I have seen your training with my eyes, so you don¡¯t have to me yourself. But don¡¯t let up, do you understand?"

 Chapter 148.2: Everything Is For Sale

    Wrench yelled hurriedly, "Yes, sir!"

    Chu Guang nodded, patted the snow off his shoulders, and continued looking at his firm eyes. "Tomorrow, I will take you on a long trip. This will be your first mission. You are the captain of the guards, remember to watch and learn more."

    "Also, go to the warehouseter and find the warehouse manager to get 14 VMs. Distribute them to your other brothers. You should know how to use it, so I don¡¯t need to exin it.¡±

    Including the VM currently on Wrench¡¯s arm, there were a total of 15 VMs that were specially designed for guards by Chu Guang with Little Seven¡¯s help. Guards would be able to directly identify the yer¡¯s ID with the help of the map, and report vitions directly to Chu Guang.

    If the vition was confirmed, Chu Guang would punish yers ording to the rules.

    Although the test yers on the server were rtively friendly at present, various problems could always arise when there were more people in the future.

    Guns could only deter low-level neers and obedient refugees, while higher-level yers would have to be controlled with his high authority.

    Wrench said in high spirit, "Yes!"

    ...On the fourth day of the Alpha 0.7 release.

    Early in the morning, Wrench took the 15 guards of the outpost and lined up neatly at the north gate.

    Practicing for several days in a row was quite useful.

    Regardless what fighting strength they had, at least their postures and formation looked more serious, no longer looking disorganized andzy.

    With their daily meals being fish, meat, shofar potatoes, and green wheat, theplexion on their faces was much better than when they just came out of the marauder¡¯s dungeon.

    Lu Yang, who came from the Pioneer to escort the workers to the operation camp to change shifts, nced at the guards who were carrying rifles and stood in a neat line with a surprised expression.

    Those people were poorly equipped. They carried cumbersome rifles and packed luggage on their backs, and they also wore coats made of mutant reindeer fur which barely reached the standard of having a uniformed outfit.

    The only piece of high-tech equipment on their body was probably the vital monitor worn on their arm, which was the VMmonly seen in shelters.

    What was surprising, however, was their discipline.

    However, Lu Yang always felt that they were less like shelter residents and more like refugees in the wastnd. Most of the blue coats in the shelter looked clean, and their appearance was more simr to that of the middle-level and above employees of Enterprise, looking like the type of people that couldn¡¯t endure hardship.

    However, those people were different. Just by looking at their faces, it looked like they had suffered a lot in the past.

    While Lu Yang was thinking about random thoughts, the two marines behind him were chatting in themunication channel.

    "What did you eat this morning?"

    "Bought two buns from the blue coats."

    "Damn. What time did youe down?"

    "5:00 in the morning."

    ¡°Holy shit, that early?¡±

    Lu Yang cleared his throat in themunication channel and then scolded, "Quiet."

    The two marines immediately shut their mouths and turned off theirmunication devices.

    At this time, Wrench met Lu Yang¡¯s eyes, then walked over with the rifle on his back, and gave a neat military salute. "The administrator asked me to wait for you here. He will bring people up at 8:00 in the morning. Before that, he needs a little time to mobilize his residents."

    Lu Yang looked at him and nodded. "I see. In that case, we will wait."

    He and Chu Guang agreed to set off at 8:00 in the morning.

    It was just that the journey went rtively smoothly, and he and his subordinates arrived at their destination half an hour earlier than expected.

    "Please allow me to take you to the reception room to rest for a while."

    Lu Yang shook his head and declined. "No need, I¡¯ll just wait here."

    Wearing an exoframe, it was the same wherever he waited.

    Anyway, no matter how big the snow was outside, it wouldn¡¯t be able to affect him, and he wouldn¡¯t feel the slightest bit of chill.

    Wrench nodded and did not insist any longer. He turned around to return to the formation, then stood with the brothers in the guard team.

    And at this moment, level B2 of the shelter was very lively.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The newbie weing assembly, which happened once on every version update, was reaching its climax

    The yers dressed in blue coats came out of their rooms and came to the square in front of the elevator on level B2 ording to the instructions of the broadcast with their eyes wide open.

    The shocked emotions resonated in the crowd, and almost everyone couldn¡¯t believe their eyes. Everything in front of them seemed so real.

    But the truth was right in front of their eyes!

    It was apletely real world!

    And they were all standing here in the form of living people, breathing the air here, listening to the roaring voices in their ears, and feeling the blood surging in their chests.

    Those people didn¡¯t lie!

    <em>Wastnd Online¡­</em>

    <em>Is freaking awesome!</em>

    "HOLY FREAKING SHIT!"

    "Is this Shelter 404?!"

    "Damn it! This wall is so hard! I cannot clip through walls at all! And this texture is too damn real!"

    "Hahahahaha, awesome. This game is awesome! I didn¡¯t expect to actually y a fully immersive virtual reality game in my lifetime! Brothers, just wait, I¡¯m going to poop while standing upside down when I¡¯m offline!"

    "Brother, remember to live stream it!"

    "Need help? I¡¯ll send you a bottle of fish oil!"

    "Damn, are you guys serious?"

    It was almost the same as the first few waves of neers who entered the game.

    The neers standing on the square in front of the elevator on level B2 danced with excitement, exploring left and right. Some even threw themselves onto the wall or jumped on the spot, as if they were holding some kind of grand ceremony.

    Dozens of old yers who didn¡¯t get a chance to participate in the expansion event stood on the side andmented, reminiscing their lost youth and past.

    Chu Guang was also watching these yers, ready to deal with emergencies. To his satisfaction, none of the yers who came in this time took off their pants.

    It seemed that the new batch of newbies were more reserved.

    Of course, it was also possible that after the advice of the old yers in the forum, these new people still had a good understanding of the basic settings of the game, and they had reached the level of Cloud Gamers before entering the game.[1]

    For example, Wastnd Online only allowed one ount per person, and this ount would apany them from the closed alpha to the public beta. It could not be deleted. If the yer decided to quit the game, the gamepany would give the ount to other yers.

    At this time, Chu Guang happened to see that a yer in the crowd suddenly let out a soft "Urgh" before falling to the ground.

    Slightly stunned, Chu Guang said in a low voice, "Little Seven."

    Little Seven, who was following Chu Guang, raised its camera. "Hmm¡­ What¡¯s the matter? Master."

    Chu Guang was lost in thought while his eyes stayed on the system interface that only he could see. "Can getting too excited also lead to disconnection?"

    Little Seven buzzed, "Uh, generally not, but it¡¯s not absolute. For example, if the clone goes into physiological shock due to being too excited, the connection between the conscious body and physical body would naturally be interrupted¡­ But this probability is too small, can someone really go into a shock because of excitement?"

    "..."

    <em>So it is physiological shock....</em>

    Chu Guang nced at the yer list, wanting to see which unlucky yer it was. But as soon as he saw the name, he was slightly stunned.

    <em>Quit Smoking?</em>

    <em>Okay¡­ What the hell¡­</em>

    It was quite understandable. The 80 points he scored in the quiz were considered quite satisfactory, and it was stuck on the edge of the second grade. However, Chu Guang still didn¡¯t expect that it would take him that long to get the qualification.

    <em>But then again, what </em>will happen if he continues<em> to get excited after getting disconnected?</em>

    <em>Could he even be shocked in reality...</em>

    Chu Guang suddenly became a little worried about him.

    Not far away, Tail sped her arms, shook her head in disappointment, and said like an old veteran, "Tsk, this batch¡¯s neers are really terrible. They are all humans!"

    Sisi rolled her eyes. "Humans can¡¯t satisfy you anymore."

    Tail snapped with dissatisfaction, "I mean, can¡¯t we have more fantasy creatures? Like skeletons, slimes, or tentacles! By the way, if we can customize our character, I want to be a tentacle monster!"

    Sisi sighed. "As expected of Tail."

    She felt that she saw a side of Tail that she wouldn¡¯t normally see.

    ...

    1. Cloud Gamers are people who are not actually ying the game, but often discuss the game with the actual game yers ?

 Chapter 148.3: Everything Is For Sale

    Meanwhile, on the surface.

    Teng Teng was busy rummaging about in her hut.

    Yaya walked into the door, nced left and right, and finally found Teng Teng next to a wooden machine, with her head buried in a box, looking for something.

    "Teng Teng! We¡¯re leaving soon... Huh? What is this piece of cloth?"

    Looking at the soft, light-textured piece of cloth on the table, Yaya took it in her hand with a curious expression.

    Teng Teng turned her head, her face flushed red, she rushed up and grabbed it.

    "Are¡­ Are you a pe-pervert?"

    "?"

    "Anyway, I haven¡¯t finished this one yet! I will show you when Iplete it. Ah, right, mission, mission, the administrator has asked me to bring some clothes over. Hurry up and help me to take some."Looking at Teng Teng who turned back and rummaged through the cabs, Yaya tilted her head in confusion, but went up to help anyway.

    During the chat, Yaya learned that these clothes were made of devil silk.

    Recently, Teng Teng had been studying how to weave devil silk into cloth. Some time ago, the process of silk reeling and weaving finally achieved positive results.

    Although the foot-operated loom was a bit backward, the woven cloths could be used. The cloth woven from devil silk was not very warm, but it was sturdy enough.

    Ordinary steel scissors couldn¡¯t cut through it, and it could only be cut with a Devil Moth¡¯s mouthparts.

    Teng Teng made a dozen shirts out of these silk fabrics, but it looked like they could only be worn as underwear for the time being.

    "By the way, why do you need to bring this?"

    "I heard that I can exchange them for rewards!"

    "Ah? Really?" Yaya was tempted to grab some other stuff.

    She just picked a few beautiful mushrooms yesterday, and they were non-poisonous ones.

    "Wait for me! I¡¯ll go back to get something!"

    "Ah, do you still have time to go back and get something now?"

    "Wait for me! I¡¯ll be right back!" Yaya yelled.

    After running back and forth, when the two finally rushed to the north gate in a hurry, the team was about to set off.

    "Dear administrator, these are the clothes I made in the past few days... Do you think they are enough?" Running out of breath, Teng Teng picked up the clothes in her hand and asked with some embarrassment.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    When it came to the quality of clothes, Chu Guang was not picky. After all, he didn¡¯t know what kind of products the crew of the Pioneer liked.

    It was already good enough to be able to prepare them in such a short period of time. Besides, it was only a trial.

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

    Teng Teng smiled shyly.

    Earlier, her VM received a notification that the mission waspleted, and she was rewarded with 100 event points.

    At the same time, the next mission also immediately triggered.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Sell clothes made of devil silk to the crew of the pioneer.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>For every 1CR obtained, 1 silver coin and 1 event point can be exchanged.<strong>]</strong>

    Looking at the mission page, Teng Teng¡¯s eyes sparkled.

    She didn¡¯t expect to get event points before going to the new map, and also unlock a mission rted to it.

    <em>This was simply awesome!</em>

    ...

    Due to the idental death of Makka Pakka, there were only 199 yers going to the new map.

    But it was not a problem. Chu Guang thought of a reason, and chose to let the yer who had picked up the most trash in the past three days keep ying in the new map.

    After all the yers hadpleted one round of tasks, he would count the amount collected by all yers within three days, and adjust the rules of the expansion pack, changing the distribution method of missions from equal-distribution to centralized registration and merit-based admission.

    That way, not only could the efficiency of picking up garbage be improved, but those yers who were not so interested in picking up garbage could choose to engage in other jobs that were more interesting.

    Such as kneading dough and making dumplings, or setting up a stall selling barbecue.

    As long as they could help Shelter 404 to earn foreign currency, they could get event points.

    Chu Guang called it making money in a light industry style!

    As long as he could buy back that industrial mother machine, no matter how much sweat he put in, it would be worth it.

    By the way, before Yaya came to him with banknotes to exchange money, Chu Guang not only gave her silver coins, but also the corresponding event points.

    Looking at the sparsely gathered yers, Chu Guang raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone stand in a line."

    "Our allies are still waiting for us, don¡¯t let them wait too long."

    "Now, let¡¯s go!"

    The group of people finally hit the road with high spirits, and the line was longer than the first time they left.

    In the group of nearly 200 people, three-quarters of them were neers. These people have not yet recovered from their excitement, and they want to touch everything they saw along the way.

    In reality, many of them hadn¡¯t even seen snow before. But in this game, there was already heavy snowfall!

    <em>Thank goodness it was snowing right now.</em>

    If it was other seasons, there would be either mutant cockroaches or mice on the road, as well as flies the size of washbasins, and hyenas with bared fangs.

    If they touched them casually, they could lose an arm, or even lose their lives.

    Looking at these not-so-smart blue coats, the two marines behind Captain Lu nced at each other.

    "Are these people really okay?"

    "Why do I feel that they are really dumb..."

    "Compared to thest wave of people, they really don¡¯t look very smart."

    Lu Yang was actually also a little confused, but he didn¡¯t think much about it.

    Although he had not seen the enthusiasm of the blue coats with his own eyes, he had listened to his colleagues in the logistics department talking about it.

    Those people worked very hard, and they almost wanted to scrape the entire ground off the earth.

    <em>Perhaps this was what it looked like to be overly optimistic.</em>

    Smart or not, as long as they could get the job done, he wouldn¡¯t mind it.

    The journey was smooth and quiet.

    Before ten o¡¯clock, the group arrived at the operation camp. The guards and yers were on standby in the center of the camp, where Chu Guang met Luca.

    Seeing his master, Luca greeted him excitedly and told him the good news.

    "Sir, we made a full 4,530CR yesterday!"

    They actually made 105CR more than two days ago¡­

    Chu Guang looked at him with a look of surprise. "So much?"

    Old Luca nodded excitedly. "Yes, sir! Thanks to your idea, those snacks like steamed buns and dumplings have contributed at least 800CR! Those in gray coats will buy a lot of them at once! Especially this morning, even their division chief has alsoe to buy buns from us!"

    <em>Li De?</em>

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t imagine that guy would be interested in their snacks, let alone being so generous.

    But...

    The human stomach had a limit after all.

    Expecting to make a fortune from this small business was still somewhat difficult.

    But if he looked at it optimistically, he made nearly 10,000CR in 3 days, which was undoubtedly a good sign.

    Maybe he could make a hundred thousand without letting his yersmit suicide?

    Whatever it was, he had to try it.

    All of a sudden, Wei Te from the Logistics Department walked towards the two of them.

    "Are you the administrator of Shelter 404?"

    Chu Guang looked at him and nodded. "Yes. You are?"

    Wei Te said with a friendly smile, "My name is Wei Te. I work in the logistics department. I¡¯m mainly responsible for the work arrangements of the workers. Our division chief misses you very much. He asked me to say hello."

    Chu Guang also gave him a friendly smile. "Please say hello to him for me. Tell him that his old friend misses him a lot too."

    Wei Te smiled and continued, "I will! There is one other thing, I have to inform you about the new collection site." As he was talking, the Pioneer not far away suddenly sounded an rm.

    Hearing the long sounding siren, the yers in the camp showed surprised expressions on their faces.

    "What happened?!"

    "Did we trigger the plot?"

    "This is so exciting!"

    The facial expressions of the three froze at the same time.

    Chu Guang was the first to regain his senses and asked Wei Te, "What happened?"

    "Wait a minute... I¡¯m asking."

    Not paying attention to the expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face, Wei Te put his hand on the earphone and turned his face to get in touch with his colleagues in the logistics department.

    Gradually, his expression became serious.

    After hanging up themunication, he looked at Chu Guang, took a deep breath and said, "About 6 kilometers from us, in the forest to the northwest of us, there is a group of unidentified armed forces that are heading straight towards here. They are quiterge in number and well-equipped, and they don¡¯t look like refugees in the wastnd."

    Chu Guang said solemnly, "Running around in this horrible weather, they are definitely not good people! Do you need me to send someone to investigate them?"

    Wei Te quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, our people have gone to check it. In fact, we also thought the same. Their purpose is really clear, and they are here for us!"

    After a pause, Wei Te continued with an ugly expression, "Although I don¡¯t want to say this, we may be in trouble."

 Chapter 149.1: Army

    ?The wastnd northwest of Clearspring City.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Snow-covered pine trees and elm trees emerged from the damaged country houses. Withered and yellow sea buckthorn swayed under the toppled buildings. The only road was no longer visible, and the sky was covered with snow.

    This was the junction of ?Clearspring City and Heavenly Water City, and was also the frontier of the southern city group of River Valley Province.

    Although the primitive urban area was geographically closer to Heavenly Water City, it belonged to Clearspring City, which had arger poption and denser industries, in terms of jurisdiction.

    It had an original and vorful name, the Elm District.

    There used to be a lot of elms and cypresses, now, only evergreen trees like whatever was left survived.

    In that distant utopian era, this area used to be a famous summer resort. Linghu Lake in the south, the low mountains and gentle hills in the west, and the asional breeze and sunset in the forest made the ce seem very peaceful. The residents of cities who were tired of urban life often came here to live a life of seclusion for a few days.

    Because there were no high-rise buildings around and every household had awn the size of a basketball court, some people would grow some primitive crops in their backyard. As a result, the survivors in this area became self-sufficient for a period of time at the beginning of the Wastnd Era, forming a family-based agriculturalmunity.

    Of course, it was deserted at the current point in time.The wild green nts have reced the traces of civilization. In just a few decades, the forestation rate of this idyllic small vige had soared from 60% to 100%, and it was impossible to distinguish the edge of the forest from the ruins.

    Facts had proved that once human beings were adapted to industrialization, it was difficult to survive without technology for too long.

    Even if many people were tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, 99% of them wouldn¡¯t be able to stand it if they went back to the agricultural era.

    Those primitive crops grown as hobbies were not even enough for the locals to eat, let alone to feed the refugees that were pouring in. With the onset of harsh winters, farmingmunities, both of therger and smaller scale, soon disappeared into the snow.

    Due to theck of recyble garbage and dangerous mutants lingering, few survivors had visited; only some merchants who were not afraid of death chose to settle down there.

    However, the abandoned city that no one cared about turned lively once again.

    A group of uninvited guests came from the north and stepped into this ce in a mighty manner.

    They were armed with uniform bolt-action iron-barreled rifles; the rifles had cheap wooden stocks and heavy cast barrels. They had no protective gear, no uniform clothing, just a tattered fur coat and frayed short boots that barely covered their body.

    The only uniform equipment on their bodies was probably the electric shock cors on their necks.

    Clearly, they were humans!

    It was just that in those beast-like pupils of their eyes, the brilliance and rationality of civilization couldn¡¯t be seen in the slightest.

    Holding rifles and wearing cors, they were more like a group of tamed monkeys. And those junior officers who held the remote control behind them and urged them to move forward were more like living people.

    A knowledgeable person could tell at a nce the identity of those who were wearing cors.

    <em>Human clones! Human clones of the cheapest type!</em>

    In the Central Continent, there was probably only one organization that could domesticate clones on arge scale and efficiently, and put them into the battlefield.

    They were from the Army!

    Standing next to a dpidated house, the man in the dark blue coat looked at the troops marching forward, his vulture-like gaze as sharp as a dagger.

    His name was Vanus.

    Whether it was in the headquarters of the Army, or the Eastern Army which he was a part of, it was an unremarkable name.

    However, contrary to his unremarkable name, he had ambitions to be a general.

    The desire for honor and power led him to join the Eastern Expeditionary Force, following in the footsteps of General as, and marching eastward toward the Great Rift Valley in the northern River Valley Province.

    Legend has it that the Enterprise in the Far East also sent an expedition force, but unfortunately lost.

    Vanus didn¡¯t want to make anyments about Enterprise¡¯s failure, but he scoffed at it.

    In his view, those people were weak. They were greedy for enjoyment and huddled in a province, and they would not understand what war represented. He felt that it was only natural that they would lose.

    The Army was different.

    They were warriors born to fight. Their flesh and blood were driven by an iron will.

    The ironw of the Army had been ingrained into everyone of the Army, from clones to citizens.

    Even without advanced equipment, they could still rely on their desire for victory and glory. Their will to win was inscribed in their marrow. They marched out in all four directions at the same time,ying a vast expanse of territory on the wastnd of ruins, making countlessrge and small tribes bow down and offer them ves and tribute.

    Sooner orter, the fertile Great Rift Valley would surrender to the iron hoofs of the Army. There were no exceptions under the mighty force. They would massacre for seven days to punish those who were stubborn and pay homage to the dead heroes.

    Although the battle had been in a stalemate for a year, Vanus had no doubts about it.

    They were about to win!

    Originally, he and his subordinates would participate in the winter offensive, but at that moment, a piece of news that could not be ignored came from afar.

    A moving fortress was heading west!

    ording to the information gathered, that fortress was from the far eastern coast, and was dominated by a group of nobles from Enterprise. Of course, in terms of the Enterprise, nobles were called high-level employees. From the route, it seemed that they intended to head west to find the whereabouts of Shelter 0.

    Coincidentally, the Army was also very interested in Shelter 0.

    However, logically speaking, that was not something that the expeditionary army should intervene in, and it was not a wise choice to split up to provoke the people of Enterprise at that juncture.

    Vanus raised an objection to General as, but the objection was dismissed.

    In the words of General as, in order to break through the unbreakable Divine Shield System of the Great Rift Valley, the expeditionary force needed the mobile fortress to process nuclear materials for them and produce cheap and easy-to-use nuclear warheads.

    Although he didn¡¯t want to admit it, their tactical nuclear bombs were almost exhausted...

    "How far are we from that fortress?"

    Hearing the voice of themander, the adjutant behind Vanus reported in a deep voice, "There are still 10 kilometers, sir."

    Vanus nodded and said, "Just stop here. As long as they are not blind, they must have discovered us already."

    The Army didn¡¯t have incredible technology, but it didn¡¯t mean that they had never seen one before.

    Vanus¡¯s thinking was clear.

    Build fortifications, set up positions that make use of the jungle terrain, and hit their rear with artillery to force them to surrender.

    He believed that as long as the cannon sounded, those cowards who had never fought hard battles would definitely fall into chaos.

    "Lay tinfoil and thermal instion foam. We will build the headquarters here!"

    Stepping on the concrete bricks under his feet, Vanus squinted his eyes and gazed toward south.

    "Those tin cans are hard to deal with, but they can¡¯t stay there forever.

    "We¡¯ll wait for them right here!"

    ...

    Meanwhile, a light fixed-wing drone took off from Pioneer and circled along the edge of the Elm District.

    At the same time, in the operationalmand center¡­

    Lu Yang stared at the snow-like bright spots on the screen, gradually frowning.

    "The Army?"

    The drone operator in front of the console replied, "It should be them."

    There were more than 2,000 flickering spots, scattered on a front 2 kilometers wide and 2 kilometers long, like beans sprinkled on the ground.

    Apart from the Army, he couldn¡¯t think of any other possibilities...

 Chapter 149.2: Army

    Lu Yang had heard before that the people of the Army possessed a DNA fragment that was forbidden in pre-war society, which could increase the development speed of cloned human beings in their entire life cycle to 8 times that of normal human beings.

    These mass-produced cloned ves could develop from embryos into babies that could be taken out of the cabin in only 1 to 2 hours. After being sent to a crowded nursery, they went through a period of childhood that normally took eight years toplete in one year.

    During that year, they would learn theirnguage. It didn¡¯t matter if they couldn¡¯t master it. When the time was up they would be sent to a facility simr to an arena where they would spend their second year as a teenager.

    At that stage, their mortality rate was as high as 50%, and some facilities with elite screening could even reach 70%. Those facilities wouldn¡¯t teach them how to fight, they just served as sieves for those who could adapt to the battlefield or beasts that were fierce enough.

    Those who came out alive would be sent to the front on their 2nd birthday to be a qualified cannon fodder.

    Their theoretical lifespan would only be 10 to 15 years due to their growth rate being 8 times that of normal people.

    However, that was not a weakness, because they wouldn¡¯t live that long at all. The Army has never stopped fighting, whether it was fighting with mutants, barbarians, mutant humans, or other survivor strongholds. The average lifespan of cannon fodder on the front line was less than 3 years, and the longest was not more than 5 years.

    There was a saying that the method many marauders used to assimte the ves were learned from the Army. They locked the captured ves in dungeons, made them fight for food, destroyed their spirit and reason, turned the surviving lunatics into cannon fodder, and the surviving cannon fodder into their members...

    The Army usually wouldn¡¯t do thest part, though.Those mass-produced clones could only be ves, and their final fate could only be death in battle.

    In order to ensure thebat effectiveness of these cannon fodders, the cannon fodders would wear electric shock cors, and each ten of them would be assigned a junior officer to supervise the battle. The junior officer would be considered a squad leader of the Army.

    The group of nearly 2,000 people seemed to be huge, but most of the cannon fodders couldn¡¯t actually formbat effectiveness. In contrast, Lu Yang was more concerned about why the members of the Army appeared.

    "Did they say anything?"

    "They didn¡¯t respond to our radio requests. Either they didn¡¯t have a radio at all, or they didn¡¯t want to talk to us at all."

    Lu Yang nodded.

    "The former possibility can be ruled out."

    "Then there¡¯s only one possibility left." Looking at Captain Lu, Li De cautiously said, "We still have 4 tactical nuclear bombs left, which is more than enough to deal with 2,000 people."

    "It¡¯s enough only when 2,000 people stand still and allow us to bomb them..." The Marine Corps adjutant, Yi Hai, shook his head. "They¡¯ve scattered in the forest and built fortifications. So unless we raze the entire forest to the ground, we won¡¯t be able to kill them all. That¡¯s impossible so a conservative estimate means we would need 40 bombs if we wish to wipe them out."

    Not to mention that the other party was scattered in the terrain mixed with jungle and urban ruins, and there were obstacles and bunkers that could be used everywhere under that terrain.

    They only needed to dig a few foxholes, then they would be able to greatly reduce the threat of explosives. And those cloned madmen who were like beasts basically had no morale problems. When the switch on their necks was turned on, they would go crazy; it was even more convenient than stimnts.

    Lu Yang thought about it and said, "Unless we use one warhead that¡¯srge enough."

    Before Li De could speak, his secretary Wang Jie shook his head and spoke first, "Our reserves of uranium-235 are not enough. We used it too muchst time. Heavy hydrogen can only be extracted by the sea. If we want to make more bombs¡­ With the remaining energy we have now, we can¡¯t even consider this option."

    As of the end of the Prosperity Era, the use of nuclear energy on this had evolved from the early D-D fusion to the third-generation controble nuclear fusion.

    That was pure helium-3 fusion.

    Under this reaction principle, the fusion reaction of two helium-3 atoms would produce two protons and one helium atom, and there would be no neutrons.

    It was this technology that the Pioneer used, so naturally it was impossible for them to reserve tritium with a half-life of only twelve years.

    Li De rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache, "So what do we do now? Are we going to watch them build fortifications right under our noses? They are less than 4 kilometers away from our resource collection point! As long as they move a little further east, they will find our construction site!"

    "Maybe they¡¯ve already found it, but they¡¯re just busy digging fortifications now." A Marine Corps veteran made a reasonable assumption.

    "Let¡¯s do it! There¡¯s no need to be polite with them! The longer we drag on, the harder this bone will be to gnaw." The Marine Corps adjutant put his fist on the table. "The 10 kilometer range is already dangerous, we can¡¯t let them continue building fortifications."

    Kindness did not mean weakness.

    Moreover, since they were the Army, there was no need to hold back against those organized marauders.

    Lu Yang was not an indecisive person. He held his chin and thought for a moment. After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision in only three seconds.

    "We willunch an offensive at 8:00 in the evening!"

    The Army had very little high-tech equipment, and their most advanced technology was only individual nuclear warheadsunchers andser rifles, mainly equipped by their elite troops.

    It was obvious those who came were far from the elites. It was estimated that there would be some recoilless guns or bazookas, but not to mention self-guided rockets, they may not even have non-guided ones.

    The Marine Corps not only had powerful exoframes, but also integrated night vision goggles and thermal imaging functions in the helmet eyepieces. They even had small fixed-wing aircraft supporting them in the sky.

    When it got dark, they could hit them like beating blind men!

    Lu Yang, who was staring at the big screen, narrowed his eyes slightly.

    "Since they refuse tomunicate...

    "Then let¡¯s use our muzzles to teach them to speak the humannguage!"

    ...

    In the operation camp.

    The yers who went to the northern city to pick up garbage wereughing and talking as they came back from the construction site, and they were changing shifts with the unlucky yers and neers who came from the outpost.

    Standing in the center of the camp, looking at the vast sea of ??people returning from a distance, Quit Smoking shouted excitedly, "Yo! Ample Time! Gale! Night Ten! Where are you?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    After shouting for a while, four little yers who seemed to havee out of a coal kiln came and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

    "Not bad, man, you¡¯re finally here."

    Quit Smoking couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "Say no more. By the way, who are you?"

    Ample Time said with a smile, "I¡¯m Ample Time! The one who doesn¡¯t shave is Old White, the shameless one next to him is Night Ten, and the quiet one is Gale."

    Night Ten protested, "I don¡¯t agree! What do you mean that I¡¯m the shameless one? Isn¡¯t Gale the most shameless one? This guy may be quiet, but isn¡¯t the fact that he can remain at our level as an intelligence type already enough to prove that his ying style must be very shameless?"

    "Screw you."

    Old White patted Quit Smoking¡¯s shoulder and smiled heartily. "It¡¯s really not easy for you! I remember that you applied as early as version 0.1, right? That should be the easiest time to get selected. And then more and more people started to apply for the test, and the chance of getting selected became slimmer and slimmer."

    Quit Smoking had a look of sadness. "Sigh, it just makes me want to cry every time I talk about it. I watched the application threshold change from 10 questions to 100 questions, and I drew 7 times in a row, but I missed every single time. I almost lost all hope."

    Old White sighed. "It¡¯s okay. You¡¯re not the only one who¡¯s unlucky. Didn¡¯t you see that many old brothers on the forum have started to update their Waiting Diary? The closed alpha invitations for this game are indeed very limited, but it should get better after the closed beta starts."

    "Actually, it¡¯s not that bad." Ample Time said with a smile, "Which gamepany can give yers so many devices on credit for free? There are already 400 helmets, right? Everyone couldn¡¯t wait to y this game, mainly because thepletion of this game is a bit high, and it took so long to encounter a bug in the closed alpha. I¡¯m honestly surprised."

    Night Tenughed and said, "Light is working overtime right now, so even if you want to tter him, he won¡¯t be able to hear what you are saying."

    Ample Time frowned. "Scram! Am I that kind of person?!"

    Old White put his right hand on Quit Smoking¡¯s shoulder. "That¡¯s enough talking. We need to go back to the outpostter. There is another dungeon that has not been cleared. Teng Teng has just upgraded her weaving skills two days ago, and so many people are waiting to change armor, so the demand for Devil Moth cocoons will definitely go up. Since the mission here is finished, we n to take some time to clear the B1 floor of the Greenhouse Ruins. You can just follow everyone at the moment, and familiarize yourself with the gamey first. The process of this game is actually quite simple.¡±

    "When you return to the outpost, we will take you to dungeons with us so you can increase your level!"

    Hearing that experienced yers were going to help him increase his level, Quit Smoking nodded happily. "Okay, boss! I¡¯ll definitely work hard and get the equipment out first, so that I won¡¯t be a hindrance!"

    Night Ten sighed with emotion, "This batch of yers are actually really lucky. As soon as they got into the game, they caught up with the new expansion pack, and it¡¯s a big expansion pack with a new map! As soon as you get the reward for this expansion pack, you will graduate directly from the novice vige. Unlike you guys, we had to build our own kiln to make cement, iron blocks, and fight with arrows and spears."

    "Yeah,pared to The Continental Vessel, our Winter Is Coming patch was so backward. We had no equipment, and nothing to eat." Ample Time also sighed with emotion. "You guys are being blessed by God, as soon as youe in, you have everything."

    Quit Smoking embarrassedly touched his nose and said with a smile, "Don¡¯t say that, hehe¡­ But then again, after you said that, I suddenly feel that I¡¯m actually very lucky."

    Night Tenughed. "Are you feeling full of gratitude now?"

    "Of course!"

    The next second, rolling thunder suddenly came from afar.

    The five friends from Bull and Horse Club looked towards the north in unison, wondering what happened behind the snow curtain.

    However, at this moment, Night Ten¡¯s expression suddenly changed slightly.

    The omen of crisis pouring into his heart made him shout out almost instinctively.

    "Get down!"

 Chapter 150.1: Bombardment and Death

    <em>Boom!</em>

    The shock wave of the explosion spread, causing dust to billow everywhere.

    The battlemand center turned noisy in an instant.

    "Artillery shells!"

    "Fuck! They have artillery!"

    "The enemy¡¯s artillery location has been found... The fixed-wing drone is on its way... Interception from the enemy anti-aircraft fire."

    "We lost the drone?"

    "No¡­ Images are being collected. It should be a cluster bomb with a proximity fuze. It should be fired from some kind of portable rocketuncher. They cannot shoot high enough to pose a threat to us... They should have realized it and ceased fire."

    "You used three ¡¯should¡¯s.""Because I¡¯m not sure, the attacks came from many directions, and they were scattered in the forest. They probably used some kind of material to block their heat signals... Oh! Sess, the two artillery positions have been destroyed. There seems to be arge number of enemies nearby. Request permission for using the tactical nuclear bombs."

    "Request denied, it¡¯s not time yet."

    "Copy¡­ Conventional ammunition is out. The drone is returning."

    The light fixed-wing drone hovering in the air began to fly back to the Pioneer.

    The drone didn¡¯t actually have too much ammunition. It was mainly used for reconnaissance purposes after all, so there was no way it could strafe the enemy like a gunboat.

    Besides, they had to mark the positions for the action at night.

    Lu Yang¡¯s face was heavy. Staring at the big screen in themand center, he clenched his fists.

    "What about the casualty?"

    "They fired 20 shells, but only 2nded on us. Both were intercepted by our defensive turrets."

    Hearing this, Lu Yang was slightly relieved.

    The Pioneer wouldn¡¯t be able to travel this far on the wastnd without having some sort of defensive abilities. They had a total of 5 light rapid-fire short-range defensive turrets based on the principle of electromaic eleration. Four of them were located on the outside of the middle of the 4 steel tforms; it could cover four directions and angles from 60 degrees of inclination to 5 degrees of depression. Thest turret sat on top of one of the steel tforms and was deployed vertically in the form of a module.

    Actually, their point-defense system had a blind spot, and the closer it was to the Pioneer, the bigger the blind spot. However, in addition to short-range turrets, they also had reactive armor. As long as they didn¡¯t face saturated firepower, they wouldn¡¯t be particrly worried.

    But their allies¡¯ situations wouldn¡¯t be that good...

    "What about the other 18 rounds?"

    The staff member sitting in front of the console said awkwardly, "Apart from 4 that missed by a full kilometer, the other 14nded in the blue coats¡¯ camp. The interception efficiency at oblique angle was too poor, we only managed to stop 12..."

    <em>These shells allnded in the blue coats¡¯ camp?</em> Lu Yang couldn¡¯t help but suspect that those people were aiming at the smoke floating above the camp.

    It was exactly noon.

    Those blue coats seemed to be cooking at the moment.

    The people in the Army may have regarded the smoke as the smoke emitted by steelmaking or other production facilities. They obviously didn¡¯t know that many of the modr production units had zero-emission...

    Li De scolded, "Damn it! Those fucking cowards! All they know is to bully the weak."

    Lu Yang clenched his fists.

    Though eager to avenge his allies, reason still prevailed.

    The other party was provoking them to take the initiative.

    <em>But now is not the right time! </em>N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "We will wait until dark!"

    With these three wordsing out of his mouth, he turned and walked out the door.

    ¡­

    10 kilometers away.

    The artillery position had been turned into a sea of ??fire.

    The fixed-wing drone flying in the sky hadunched a surgical strike on the two artillery positions at the same time. The two high-explosive missiles falling from the sky directly caused the two artillery positions hidden by Vanus in the woods to physically cease fire.

    Along with the two explosive missiles, 600 rounds of medium-caliber electromaically elerated projectiles also rained down from the sky, killing about 30 clone troopers in the area with vengeance.

    However, their action was meaningless.

    There were as many cannon fodders as Vanus wanted.

    He even regretted that he didn¡¯t trick the enemy to use a tactical nuclear bomb.

    Looking at it from another angle, this also confirmed his guess that the equipment carried on the Pioneer was not as exaggerated as he imagined.

    Think about it, these people were not even real soldiers.

    <em>What did they call it in their own words?</em>

    <em>Private security guards?</em>

    However, the two artillery pieces were only exchanged for two conventional shells. This wave was still a loss. Especially since the anti-aircraft rocketuncher on his side didn¡¯t even touch the other party¡¯s surveince camera, which was a dangerous signal that he might be outmatched.

    Looking at the sea of ??fire, Vanus¡¯s eyes did not show frustration, but a glimmer of greed.

    "... Is this the power of metal hydrogen?"

    Only 1 kilogram of charge was used, and the volume was equivalent to 1 liter of water, but the power was 35 times that of TNT, and the speed of explosion 2 times faster.

    Vanus didn¡¯t understand too much about the specifics, but he could clearly feel the power that was at his fingertips.

    If the Army could master these weapons, Vanus believed that he could take people all the way to the East Coast and build an empire bigger than it was two centuries ago.

    There was no doubt about it!

    At this moment, his adjutant came towards him.

    "Sir, the other party didn¡¯t make any moves."

    Vanus¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, looking towards the south. "It seems that they n to save the main event for tonight."

    The adjutant said respectfully, "Your prediction is as wise as always, sir."

    "Of course." Raising his chin slightly, Vanus ordered, "Send the rocketunchers, grenadeunchers, cluster grenades, and explosives... Prepare all the anti-armor weapons that can be used. Get the brothers on the front line ready and tell them that the day to prove their loyalty hase!"

    The adjutant nodded excitedly. "Yes, sir!"

    ...

    Back in the operation camp.

    Standing in the smoke, Chu Guang lifted the warhammer. The nitrogen wall formed by the high-pressure airflow blocked all the fragments and blew them out.

    Yaya, who was hugging Teng Teng, looked dazedly at the back of the stalwart Administrator in the billowing dust, then little sparkling stars gradually appeared in her eyes.

    <em>So cool!</em>

    Because she was too focused, she identally forgot someone...

    Chu Guang nced at Teng Teng, who was struggling in Yaya¡¯s arms, and the wooden box that fell on the ground, feeling slightly relieved.

    Out of habit, he asked, "Are you okay?"

    Teng Teng, who was about to suffocate, finally broke free. Her hair was messy, her face was flushed, and she stared angrily at Yaya who almost killed her. "What are you doing! I, I, I, I almost died!"

    However, thetter waspletely unresponsive.

    At this moment, Yaya¡¯s attention had beenpletely taken away by the handsome profile of the administrator. She just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and her stammering voice became high-pitched. "I, I¡¯m fine! Dear administrator, I won¡¯t die, but you, are¡­ Are you hurt?"

    Chu Guang smiled lightly.

    <em>Don¡¯t be ridiculous.</em>

    <em>If this can hurt me¡­ I wouldn¡¯t be here!</em>

    With his 12 points of perception and 11 points of agility, plus the speed bonus provided by the exoskeleton, he would definitely be able to get away if he chose to run.

    Actually, when the first shellnded next to the Bull and Horse Squad, Chu Guang had a preliminary judgment on the power of the explosion.

    The charge should be conventional explosives. The amount of the charge was estimated to be 2 to 3 kilograms, and the st radius should be about 10 meters.

    Of course, the power of the shrapnel was hard to estimate. If someone was unlucky, they would be heavily injured even if they didn¡¯t die.

    So when Chu Guang sensed that the second shell wasing towards him, he didn¡¯t take any cover. He pulled out the hammer behind him and pointed forward, activating the shield wall.

    Thending point was 12 meters away.

    The air flow released by high pressure perfectly blocked the shock wave and fragments generated by the explosion.

    Not only did he save the clothes that Teng Teng finally made, but he also saved Wei Te who was standing beside him.

    The debt could be used when the opportunity arose.

    "Cough! Cough¡­ Thank you, you saved my life."

    When the shell fell, Wei Te felt his heart freeze. It wasn¡¯t until a strong wind poured sand into his mouth that he woke up choking.

    "You are wee."

    Looking at the two bomb craters in the camp and the yers lying on the ground, Chu Guang stared at him with a serious expression and continued to ask, "I want to know¡­ What¡¯s actually going on?!"

    Wei Te swallowed and said nervously, "I don¡¯t know, I¡¯m in contact with the logistics department, but my colleagues haven¡¯t gotten back to me... I guess they¡¯re extremely busy right now. Can you give me some time?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "This is not urgent. I¡¯ll treat the wounded first."

    Wei Te¡¯s heart sank, and he said quickly, "I¡¯ll help you!"

    Chu Guang quickly persuaded him not to. "You should get in touch with your colleague first. My guys can handle things here."

 Chapter 150.2: Bombardment and Death

    Not expecting to be rejected, Wei Te was stunned, but nodded anyway. "Okay..."

    Next to another crater, the stout Roshan let go of Tail and Sisi, with a look of fear. "Be careful."

    Although she was also very scared, she instinctively hugged the two people next to her and blocked the flying shrapnel with her generous sturdy back and fur.

    There was blood on her white fur, but it didn¡¯t hurt. Mutant yers would recover quickly, and it was estimated that her wounds would heal very soon.

    Speaking of which, that was the first time she got injured since she entered the game.

    "I think your worries are not necessary, Tail was obviously nning to jump towards the artillery shell just now." Sisi rubbed her face, dignifiedlybed her messy bangs and hair. "By the way, I also feel that what you did is unnecessary."

    Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, Tail screamed angrily from the side. "What the heck! I¡¯m not dead! C¡¯mon! Do it again!"

    Sisi sighed, grabbing Tail who was throwing her fist at the sky. "Stop Tail, this is too fake."

    <em>QAQ</em>The bombardment happened way too suddenly.

    Nothing happened after the rm sounded, so nobody expected that artillery bombardment would arrive two hourster.

    Two shellsnded in the camp, wounding more than ten people, two of whom died on the spot.

    Wrench and other guards stood farther away, so they were not affected. In terms of the people from Pioneer, only Wei Te was in the camp and was rescued by Chu Guang.

    Only yers were injured or killed.

    Surprisingly, the Bull and Horse Squad, which was near where the shellsnded, suffered only minor injuries.

    But it was quite reasonable after thinking about it.

    The yer with the highest perception was in their team, and the four of them cooperated very well. Almost as soon as Night Ten gave a warning, the other three immediately spread out and got down.

    The most unfortunate yer was Quit Smoking...

    He was only five meters away from the center of the explosion, and he flung himself in the wrong direction. He actually threw himself directly towards the shell¡¯snding point. So when the shellnded, his body was instantly sted into pieces.

    Next to the crater, looking at the charred half of a leg, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but click his tongue. "... I suspect he was targeted by Brother Light."

    Gale patted off the ashes on his clothes, and after ncing at the horrible death of Quit Smoking, he couldn¡¯t help but look away. "It¡¯s so damn sad... He just entered the game, but he¡¯s already dead."

    Old White said with a sigh, "But thepensation of 100 silver coins is not a bad thing. This brother doesn¡¯t even need to do manualbor. He can buy a rifle as soon as he respawns... Speaking of which, why do we need to dodge?"

    Night Ten looked bewildered. "Yeah¡­ Why are we dodging?"

    He was almost eligible for thepensation as well!

    Ample Time patted him on the shoulder and said, "It¡¯s better to dodge. If we can¡¯t respawn within four days, won¡¯t our priority to explore the dungeon have to be taken away by others?"

    Hearing this, Night Ten, who was still regretting it a second before, also reacted. "Gasp¡­ now that you said it, it seems to make sense. Fortunately, I didn¡¯t die."

    Gale nodded. "If we¡¯re not sure when the bug will be fixed, thatpensation is more profitable for the new yers, but it¡¯s not that great for us."

    Old White sighed, "Indeed."

    In the center of the camp.

    A group of yers were rolling on the ground and wailing in pain. The scene was so miserable, it almost saddened those who heard it.

    "I think I won¡¯t be able to make it!"

    "My head, my head, it hurts! It¡¯s a shellshock! Hurry up and kill me!"

    "Can you act more real? Can you even feel headaches in this game?!"

    "Dammit! I forgot!"

    "Take my VM¡­ Bring it back for me!"

    "What the heck. You only sprained your foot, is this really necessary? I can¡¯t even stand your acting!"

    "Can anybody tell me what is going on? Where is our enemy?!"

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t stand it any longer. He kicked these few yers, who were obviously trying to abuse the death glitch, offline. When they got back online again, they would definitely be obedient.

    The next second, Lu Yang, wearing an exoframe, came from the direction of the Pioneer.

    Looking at the shelter residents lying on the ground wailing in pain, his heart tightened, and he couldn¡¯t help feeling remorse.

    Those people came all the way out to help him. However, they suffered casualties from a battle that was not theirs to fight.

    After all, the people of the Army were originally aiming the shells at members of the Pioneer.

    "I have already arranged for someone to send the wounded and the dead back to the shelter. I need an exnation about what happened today," Chu Guang sighed.

    Looking at Chu Guang who wasing, Lu Yang was silent for a while. "They¡¯re from the Army."

    Chu Guang was slightly stunned. "... The Army?"

    "<em>Mhm</em>," said Lu Yang, nodding, "it¡¯s a group of organized marauders, mainly active in the west. But recently they seem to have sent an expeditionary force towards the Great Rift Valley in the northern part of the River Valley Province. They seem to be fighting against the local survivor forces there."

    Thinking of the news brought by the Red River Town merchant, the nomads who came from the north, and the broadcast heard in the old town mayor¡¯s house, Chu Guang felt that all the clues seemed to being together.

    He nodded slightly and said, "I heard some rumors about them¡­ I only know that there is a war in the north, and I don¡¯t know who is fighting."

    Lu Yang eventually exined, "I do know some inside information, but I am afraid it has little to do with today¡¯s events, and I guess you will not be interested."

    "I want to know," Chu Guang said, staring at Lu Yang, "please let me know if it¡¯s convenient. It¡¯s important to me and my residents."

    Lu Yang was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Then I¡¯ll start from the north."

    Chu Guang waited quietly for him to continue.

    "Actually, it¡¯s not just the Army. Many people in Enterprise are also interested in the Great Rift Valley. It used to be the National Geopark of the Federation of People, and it is also the site of the Pangu Energy Storage Center."

    Hearing an unexpected name, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment. "Pangu Energy Storage Center?"

    Lu Yang nodded. "Yes, in the pre-war era, people built many magnificent wonders, and the Pangu Energy Storage Center was one of them. Since the load difference between day and night in the central area is toorge, it is mainly used to store the surplus electricity of the grid, and at the same time use the surplus electricity to improve the surrounding atmospheric condition."

    Chu Guang frowned. "Storing the energy of nuclear fusion? How is this done?"

    Lu Yang: "It is said to be by the electrolysis of seawater."

    "How much seawater..."

    Lu Yang interrupted him before he couldplete his question. "I don¡¯t know, I only heard that it was a lot. The chlorine gas produced as a by-product can even be used as an industrial raw material to supply the surrounding industrial areas, so arge amount of solid hydrogen is stored under the Pangu Energy Storage Center, among other things.¡±

    "In the early years, it was stationed by the 111 Orbital Airborne Division. After the Wastnd Era started, it was said that military control continued for a period of time, and arge number of survivors who fled from other areas were taken in by them. But we don¡¯t know what happened after that.... Anyway, now, it has developed into arge survivor stronghold. Their industrial capacity is not strong, but they have inherited a lot of pre-war equipment, and even some equipment that can still be used today.

    "I think you should be able to guess that such high-threat strategic facilities are usually designed with strict defense measures, and I heard a statement that those facilities are still working."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    Although he had never seen it before, he could imagine the extent to which the pre-war society protected it byparing it to the Three Gorges Project.

    Even his hammer had a nitrogen shield.

    It wouldn¡¯t be too much to put a sma shield on the Great Rift Valley or a special field shield, right?

    As for whether it was really true, he didn¡¯t know.

    Anyway, there was even cold fusion in this world, so it would not be that strange to have stuff like that.

    Besides, even if his guess was wrong, it wouldn¡¯t matter.

    Lu Yang continued, "The people from the Enterprise have sent an expeditionary force to the Great Rift Valley before, but they probably failed in the end. ording to the information we collected during the trip, the people of the Army also sent an expeditionary force to the Great Rift Valley about a year ago, But it seems that they have suffered a big loss."

    Chu Guang frowned. "Then why did they appear here? It is at least 500 kilometers from the northernmost point of the River Valley Province to here, right? The actual distance traveled may even be in thousands."

    Traveling on the wastnd was not like traveling on a great in. Even if therge ruins could be bypassed, they still had to cross smaller ruins step by step.

    Unless they could crush everything all the way like the Pioneer.

    Lu Yang said in a deep voice, "I¡¯m afraid they¡¯reing for us."

    ¡°...They areing for you?"

    "Yes," Lu Yang nodded, "it is obvious that there are only two corridors running through the River Valley Province from east to west. One is the in in the middle and the other is in the south. Although the Pioneer allows us to carry arge amount of production data while moving across the wilderness, there are obvious drawbacks. We can only travel on the ins."

    Chu Guang frowned and said, "But why do they want to¡­"

    Lu Yang shook his head and said, "There is no reason, it¡¯s one of thews of survival. Strictly speaking, as I told you earlier, the Army is an organized group of marauders who control cheap clone cannon fodder to fight and enve the survivors of their captives asbor. When we were nning the route, we deliberately chose the road that was farther away from them, but we were still targeted."

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

    It was understandable.

    With such a big fat sheep passing by theirnd, everyone would want to get some wool.

    It was just a matter of how they went about doing it.

    That being said, the people in Boulder Town were really quiet¡­

    The two biggest forces in the wastnd actually opened fire at their front porch, but they remained really calm. They didn¡¯t seem to be nning to take part in the battle.

    If Chu Guang remembered correctly, Boulder Town wasn¡¯t weak.

    <em>Didn¡¯t they also im to provide defense contracts?</em>

    <em>Why aren¡¯t there any salesmening over to offer their products?</em>

    Lu Yang concluded, "That¡¯s all the information we have. They¡¯re probably thinking about getting something good from us to help them win the war that was doomed from the start."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "How many people do they have??"

    Lu Yang replied frankly, "Two thousand."

    "???"

    <em>What?</em>

 Chapter 151.1: [Mission: A debt of blood must be paid in blood!]

    All right.

    After listening to Lu Yang¡¯s exnation, Chu Guang realized that it was a false rm.

    Those 2,000 people were clones, and they were mass-produced products.

    ording to Lu Yang, the technology mastered by the Army could produce a clone with a development speed that was eight times faster than a normal human. This clone was not only cheap to maintain but also quick to produce; after leaving the nurturing cabin, it would only take 2 years for them to obtainbat capability.

    They were unlike other clones that would either stay in a nurturing cabin for a year beforeing out after reaching the desired biological age, or clones that would develop like normal babies.

    The Army¡¯s clones were perfect as cannon fodder, and their morale was much stronger than that of ordinary marauders. With the support of the Army, their equipment was not too shabby either. At the very least, they had much better equipment than marauders.

    The only w was that two years was not enough time for their mind to formpletely, and those clones were usually driven by fear and pain; they relied on the instinct of a beast to fight.

    The vast majority could only be used as light infantry, and only a few veterans could operate slightly moreplex equipment. Of course, their uracy was a problem.

    Therefore, the Army usually required arge number of junior officers tomand those clones, and would asionally enve ordinary survivors to serve as workers to buildplex fortifications. The real backbone of the Army was the huge number of junior officers. They were squad leaders on the battlefield and small-time ve owners outside the battlefield.

    A light infantry squad of ten to twenty clones would require themand of a squad leader. Only a fewmand groups that believed in the way of Mass Assault, which relied on a huge number and just sufficient weapons to overwhelm the opponent¡¯s defense line, couldmand a squad of 50 to 100 people.

    There was also no doubt about it¡­ 1000 clones were cheaper than a single exoframe.

    ording to Lu Yang, even in the utopian society before the war, there was no technology that could allow clones to haveplete and mature minds in a short period of time.

    And when Chu Guang asked if there was a clone that could be cultivated in just a month and a perfect mind, Lu Yang looked at him in confusion.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Impossible! To produce a clone with aplete mind in just a month? If there is, wouldn¡¯t it be more convenient than using a conscious robot? I¡¯ve traveled here all the way from the East Coast, and I¡¯ve heard a lot of weird things, but I¡¯ve never heard of anyone mentioning something like that.

    "Humans are the cells of society. You cannot create a person who can adapt to society while beingpletely isted from it. Even we need to let employees receive basic education and induction training before selecting talented low-level employees, or even refugees to serve through rigorous examinations.¡±

    "As for technology¡­ At most, it will be able to speed up the process and shorten it from the original 10 to 20 years needed by half¡­ The mind had to be built little by little during the stage of brain development. It is not as simple as inserting a memory into theputer.¡±

    "If someone told you that there is a technology that can give clones withplete minds in just a month, they are either a lunatic or a liar."

    After listening to Lu Yang¡¯s exnation, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but fall silent. He didn¡¯t know what to say for some time.

    <em>I understand the logic.</em>

    <em>But what are my yers then?</em>

    ...

    Before leaving, Lu Yang solemnly promised Chu Guang that he wouldpensate the injured workers and the families of the deceased and that he would attack those marauders who call themselves the Army at 8:00 at night.

    The First Pioneering Corps would not tolerate anyone who dared to provoke them and harm their allies!

    Perhaps to appease their allies, Lu Yang even told Chu Guang the exact time of the action.

    To be honest, he had done Chu Guang a big favor.

    2,000 men¡­ There was no way they would be fighting with sticks anyway. Also¡­ No matter how trashy their equipment and how many of them died, they could be thrown into the Active Matter Extractor when they were done!

    After Lu Yang left, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the center of the camp.

    The dead and wounded had been sent away.

    Luca, who handled the corpses for Chu Guang, knew some secrets about those yers, so he calmly covered the faces of the dead and the seriously wounded. He did not let the people from the First Pioneering Corps see their faces clearly while telling the guards to carry them back.

    The yers were very sensible and knew that they had sessfully abused the bug when they were moved onto the stretchers. So they all acted as if they were dying, and stayed motionless.

    Some even logged out in order to prevent themselves from making any mistakes.

    On the other hand, the yers who didn¡¯t die stomped angrily and cursed.

    "What the fuck?! How did two pieces of shrapnel shot in the stomach deal him a fatal injury?! He can still speak normally, right? It¡¯s not like they were shot into his head!"

    Of the 11 injured, 3 died of serious injuries. And 2 of them died on the spot. The round of bombardment actually resulted in several deaths!

    It was not just a number, behind them were 5 families, and everyone who knew them well...

    The nearby medical staff from the logistics department were silent. They all thought that the yer who was stomping angrily and cursing was venting his grief, treating the stones on the ground as the abominable enemies ten kilometers away.

    They felt that it would be best to leave the grieving yers alone.

    As for the other 8 injured, after their treatment, the wounds had basically healed.

    Looking at Chu Guanging from the entrance of the camp, Wei Te took the initiative to mention how the captain had contacted them and that thepensation would arriveter in the day.

    At the same time, he also brought a piece of bad news. The afternoon scavenging session was canceled.

    "The scavenging n was canceled? Why?" Seeing Wei Te¡¯s dumbfounded expression, Chu Guang immediately regained his senses and asked, "I mean, aren¡¯t those marauders who call themselves the Army in the northwest? I heard that our scavenging site is in the north."

    The more they needed to fight in the war, the more they couldn¡¯t stop production!

    <em>Each time your men empty a magazine, you would consume almost half a kilogram of materials. Don¡¯t you guys have any idea about your material consumption rate?</em>

    When they fought mutant humans earlier, Chu Guang had people retrieve their fired bullets and calcte their consumption rate. The bullets they fired were made of tungsten steel, each with a mass of 9 grams.

    If there were 30 bullets in a magazine, it would almost be a quarter of a kilogram!

    Wei Te hesitated. "Although that¡¯s the case, the straight-line distance between Elm District and our resource collection point is only 5 kilometers, so it¡¯s hard not to attract their attention... In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, our division chief suggested that you should withdraw temporarily to avoid idental injuries during the battle."

    Wei Te also had aplicated mood when he said that.

    They certainly wanted to keep the production line running.

    But they couldn¡¯t let their allies risk their lives to help them pick up garbage after what just happened, right?

    At least, they should give Chu Guang and his men some time to grieve and deal with the funeral affairs.

    Even their stingy division chief didn¡¯t have the heart to urge them to continue the operation after some of their friends and family just died.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t have any objection to thepensation, but when he heard that the scavenging n in the afternoon was actually canceled and his people had to retreat, his mood instantly fell.

    <em>Motherfucker!</em>

    <em>Do they think it is easy for him to earn money at the moment?</em>

    Without money, how was he going to improve his yers¡¯ gaming experience? He couldn¡¯t just let his yers move bricks and produce cement for the rest of their lives, right?

    If his men were to withdraw, the light industry n he had finallyid out would also be affected. This was only a small matter. The key was that his yers would not be able to experience the content of the expansion!

    <em>Screw the Army!</em>

    <em>I¡¯m not afraid of them, so why are you afraid?</em>

    <em>Wouldn¡¯t it be perfect if the enemy exited the forest?</em>

    Once they were baited into the city to fight in the streets, no one knew what would happen. Their force might even be wrecked by his yers.

    However, Wei Te misunderstood the expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face. Believing that he was feeling sad for the shelter residents who died, he could not help but show a trace of remorse.

    "We¡¯re sorry that this happened, no one thought¡­ No one thought that they would have two howitzers."

    "It¡¯s not your fault, you don¡¯t have to apologize. It¡¯s the shameless people who suddenly fired at us who should pay the price." Chu Guang suddenly had an idea. His heavy expression remained unchanged as he shook his head lightly before walking away from Wei Te.

    Under Wei Te¡¯s surprised gaze, he came to the yers, raised his voice, and dered loudly, "A group of marauders, calling themselves ¡¯The Army,¡¯ hase from the north and invaded our homnd. They dered war on us and tried to bring us to their knees with artillery shells. This is a shameless sneak attack!"

    The yers quieted down and looked in the direction of their administrator.

    <em>Did we just trigger a plot mission?</em>

    <em>Mission iing?!</em>

    Responding to the pair of expectant eyes, Chu Guang continued with a loud and determined voice, "The residents of Shelter 404 will not yield, and the blood of ourpatriots will not be shed in vain.

    "We¡¯ll let them know the price of angering us!"

    Almost simultaneously, all yers on the scene who had VM each received a mission pop-up window.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>A debt of blood must be paid in blood!<strong>]</strong>

    ...

    The south gate of the operation camp.

    Watching the blue coats retreating southbound, two employees of the logistics department exchanged in a low voice.

    "The blue coats are leaving?"

    "Probably. I heard that in order to avoid casualties, our division chief asked them to retreat first."

    "Damn it... Then won¡¯t we be able to eat steamed buns tomorrow?"

    "All you know is how to eat¡­"

    "You didn¡¯t eat any less than me! But speaking of which¡­ Why do some of them have VMs and some don¡¯t?"

    "I don¡¯t know, but not all blue coats carry a VM."

    "Well, I just thought it was a little weird, because the ones who left were the ones with the VMs. The ones without the VMs stayed in the camp."

    "Huh? that you mentioned, it is really strange."

    The employees of the two logistics departments were puzzled, but after thinking about it, they didn¡¯t think it was something that needed to be reported, so they didn¡¯t care too much.

    Actually, they were right. All yers with VMs left.

    But it was not a retreat.

    Instead, they were going back to take their weapons before they prepared to fight their enemy!

 Chapter 151.2: [Mission: A debt of blood must be paid in blood!]

    The 20 kilometer journey back and forth did not stop the yer¡¯s determination toplete the mission. The heavy snow floating in the sky could not quench the boiling blood in their hearts.

    <em>The Army?!</em>

    <em>Who the fuck cared who they were?! Anyone who had the guts to bomb them had to be killed!</em>

    <em>Blood calls for blood!</em>

    A group of people returned to the shelter menacingly.

    In addition to picking up their rifles, all the yers who took the mission also went to the warehouse to pick up a woven bag as required by the mission.

    When searching for abandoned construction sites before, there were a lot of bags made of woven polymer in the warehouse.

    For a long time, scavenging yers usually used it instead of backpacks to carry the rubbish they picked up. Now, it would be used to carry their loot!

    If there was no loot, those bags would carry them instead.The atmosphere in the shelter was unexpectedly solemn for a while. Looking at their inventory, many yers started hesitating. They didn¡¯t know what they should bring to the battlefield.

    Ample Time also fell into a simr dilemma.

    There was no doubt that Daybreak was his best choice. The explosive arrows could kill targets behind cover, and the armor-piercing arrows could even shoot through some light armor.

    However¡­ There was another problem. The battle wasn¡¯t going to be easy.

    Even if he bound his equipment, there was no guarantee that he would be able to bring it back intact.

    Old White, who was standing by to check the equipment, saw the hesitation in his partner¡¯s eyes. He put his right hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don¡¯t worry, just take it if you want."

    Ample Time shook his head and said cautiously, "It was bought with everyone¡¯s money. To be honest, this battle will definitely be more difficult than the fight with the Bloodhand n. I¡¯m not sure if I will be able to bring it back."

    The death penalty in Wastnd Online was a bit severe.

    In the past, when everyone¡¯s pockets were cleaner than their faces, they didn¡¯t feel the pain of death too much. Now, as the game progressed further, Ample Time felt thatpared to losing silver coins and waiting three days for a resurrection, losing equipment was a bigger punishment.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    As such, he had to carefully calcte the benefits and risks, and the equipment he could bring for each mission.

    Knowing what Ample Time would say, Old White grinned and patted his shoulder. "The point of buying equipment is to use it. The point of ying this game is to do things that you want to do but dare not do in reality. Don¡¯t think too much about it. Although it was bought with everyone¡¯s money, we told you that it was our gift to you, so don¡¯t mind it too much! If you don¡¯t want to bring it because you think you won¡¯t need it, then I don¡¯t mind. But if it¡¯s because you¡¯re afraid of losing it, then what¡¯s the point of buying it?"

    Night Ten smiled and walked over. "That¡¯s right, since when did you be such a coward?! Are you nning to die there? Anyway, I don¡¯t want to die! This bug has not been dealt with, so if I die, I don¡¯t know how many days it will take to respawn. If those newbies want to die, I won¡¯t stop them, but I have to live to the end! No matter what, I have to bring back some loot!"

    Gale coughed lightly. "Let¡¯s not talk about whether you will die or not, don¡¯t forget, we have to avenge Quit Smoking."

    Old Whiteughed and said, "That¡¯s right, avenge Quit Smoking! I almost forgot about that."

    Night Ten said, "That¡¯s right! Quit Smoking was finally able to log into the game, but they actually killed him, we have to avenge him!"

    Seeing the encouraging eyes of his partners, Ample Time was moved, a smile appeared on his face, and finally, he no longer hesitated.

    "Mhm, we¡¯ll avenge him!"

    ...

    In the shelter.

    Ample Time was no longer hesitating, but Mosquito wasn¡¯t exactly the same.

    After thinking for a long time, he finally sighed and went down to level B2.

    Garbage hasn¡¯t left the shelter since winter started, but he would still go online regrly, doing push-ups and squats in the hall.

    ording to him, he could level up in that way. Anyway, the exercise in the game was not as tiring as in reality, and he couldn¡¯t sleep if he didn¡¯t y. At least he could find something to do.

    Many people didn¡¯t believe him at first.

    However, he actually leveled up once, proving all the haters wrong!

    After increasing his level, Garbage was so excited that he actually went to the forum to release a guide, creating a fitness style gamey, and became the first gym instructor in Wastnd Online. With the Tree Cutting Madman, Midnight Pubg, they were like a pair of Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon.

    Speaking of which, since he didn¡¯t do any missions, he couldn¡¯t afford to buy food, so it was Mosquito who fed him.

    Of course, just like buyingnd, Mosquito only lent him the money.

    Looking at the lizard practicing squats in the corner, Mosquito said with a light cough, "Are you nning to do squats all the way to level 99?"

    Garbage looked up, surprised. "Huh? Why are you back?"

    Mosquito sighed, "It¡¯s a mission. I¡¯m back to get the equipment."

    "Oh, I got it too," Mr. Garbage nodded with an envious look on his face, "I really envy you guys, being able to roll in the snow. Thest time I went out to fight¡­"

    "Yeah, yeah, I know." Brother Mosquitoforted, "Don¡¯t worry, we are all normal people. Even if we can go out, we won¡¯t roll in the snow. At most, we will do missions, eat barbecue, have a bowl of mushroom soup when we are thirsty, listen to the Weapon Shop Owner¡¯s trash talk, watch the cute and serious Xiaoyu count money¡­"

    "Screw you! Are you here to show off?!" Mr. Garbage looked sad and angry, but because his face was too ugly, the sadness and anger were not obvious.

    Mosquito chuckled and said, "No... In fact, I¡¯m here to tell you one piece of good news."

    "... No bad news?"

    "Yes, there is. But it¡¯s not important."

    "???"

    Ignoring the alert expression on Mr. Garbage¡¯s face, Mosquito coughed lightly and continued with a serious expression, "Some time ago, didn¡¯t I help Teng Teng design the steam engine?"

    Mr. Garbage nodded vigorously. "I know, I saw Teng Tengining about you on the forum, saying that you only cared about having fun, and the things you made were not what she imagined!"

    "That¡¯s not the point!" Mosquito interrupted him without hesitation. "The point is, after I exchanged experiences with Bathroom Goer, I improved the steel-making process, so we can now cast lighter and more durable boilers! Speaking of which, what¡¯s your strength level now?"

    "I¡¯ve reached level 4 now... I have 14 points of strength," Mr. Garbage said with a slightly hesitant expression. But then as if he suddenly understood something, his eyes widened. "Wait, are you trying to¡­"

    Seeing that his good brother understood him so well, a smile appeared on Mosquito¡¯s face. "I need you to carry 40 kilograms of heavy armor, a 10 kilogram boiler, and 60 liters of boiling water, then rush into the forest in the most ferocious posture you can think of, jump into the trenches, and shred the enemy in front of you! Spray the boiled water on their faces! In short, kill them in any way you can think of!"

    Mosquito stared at him with bright eyes.

    "Explosion is an art!"

    "I used to think that if the power of the explosion is not strong enough, it will not produce effective damage... but now I have a new idea!"

    "Would you like to be my spark?"

    ...

    7:00 at night.

    Next to the steel tform of the Pioneer, 10 exoframes have been assembled.

    In addition to this, there were 15 light infantrymen wearing exoskeletons, and 5 mechanical dogs carrying dual-carry drone hives.

    All of them were in high spirits.

    Even the four-legged mechanical dogs were rubbing their metal paws, ready for some action.

    Lu Yang stood in front of them while holding a Gauss rifle and wearing a burly alloy heavy armor, giving the final pre-battle speech.

    That was almost all the ground force that could be dispatched on the Pioneer.

    They didn¡¯t bring the four-wheeled off-road vehicle since it couldn¡¯t y a big role in theplex mixed-terrain of jungle and ruins, and it would easily be caught by the enemy when it got stuck in the snow pit.

    Anyway, with the exoskeletons, the light infantry could carry enough ammunition to finish the battle while maintaining their mobility.

    Althoughpared to the Army, they were indeed a bit inferior in number, but that was not a big problem.

    In addition to the ground force, there was also a light fixed-wing drone in the sky, carrying 600 rounds of electromaically elerated mass bullets, two 50 kilograms metal hydrogen high-explosive bombs, and a tactical nuclear bomb with an adjustable yield up to 10 tons on standby.

    Air dominance was entirely on their side!

    At the same time, in the forest more than ten kilometers away¡­

    Sitting in a dark temporarymand post, Vanus was quietly facing an old paper map. There were dense dots on the map, like chess pieces on a military sand table.

    Nothing could be seen because there was no light source avable, but it didn¡¯t matter.

    Although themunication channel was silent and the information about the enemy was not avable, Vanus didn¡¯t panic at all.

    It was not the first time he had fought an unbnced warfare. In the year he fought the Great Rift Valley, he and his men had already experienced the power of technology.

    <em>So what?</em>

    They themselves were the crystallization of technology.

    In short, if they had an absolute advantage in quantity, nothing else mattered!

    All deployments had beenpleted.

    He believed that his subordinates would bring him the glory of victory.

    At this moment, a light lit up in the distance, the mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the shock wave of the explosion rushed to the door of the tent.

    Themunication signal in the radio was like a candle light in the wind, appearing intermittently. Under the influence of an electromaic pulse, it emitted a noisy electric sound.

    Hiske-like calm pupil finally showed a hint of zeal. He stood up from the chair and propped his fist on the map.

    "They¡¯re finally here!¡±

    The sound of explosions came one after another, and the mes of the muzzles and the explosions ignited the edges of the forest and ruins.

    At the order of the squad leader, the cloned light infantry crawling in the trench pressed syringes with their thumb and injected anti-radiation agents into their blood vessels.

    The scorching light scorched their backs and burned their side faces. Their skin began to rot, their bone marrow underwent necrosis, their organs gradually failed, and their mouths seemed to hold a lump of rusty iron¡­ Even so, it wasn¡¯t enough to make them die instantly.

    Even if they had lost hundreds of people earlier, it was still not enough to shake them. The stinging pain like many ants biting on the backs of their necks kept reawakening the memory of fear in their brains.

    <em>Don¡¯t look back!</em>

    <em>Don¡¯t retreat!</em>

    "Fire!"

    The orange-yellow ballistics wove a over the forest and the ruins, and the collision of steel and flesh yed an overture under the snowy night.

    Under the cover of the drone, exoframes, exoskeletons-d infantrymen, and quadrotor drones stabbed the Army¡¯s nk like a sharp spearhead.

    The line of defense was torn apart instantly, like a toppled snowman.

    However, the Army was obviously not some weak marauders.

    The cloned light infantry rushed forward one after another as bazookas shuttled between the silent forest and the ruins. Apanied by the fragmentation grenades thrown by the grenadeunchers, gravel and rubble flew everywhere.

    The snow was dyed red by fire.

    The night was ignited by the northern wind.

    Lu Yang looked solemn and turned off the night vision function of his helmet while changing his barrel because it was no longer needed.

    What no one knew was that at that moment, a group of blue coats with guns and cannons were taking advantage of the night as their cover to approach silently from the east of the battlefield...

 Chapter 152: They Are Worth It

    "That¡¯s pretty big." Chu Guang, who led the yers around to the nk of the battlefield, gave such an evaluation in his heart after seeing the light from the explosion.

    But his yers didn¡¯t think so.

    "They call this a nuclear bomb?"

    "It¡¯s too small! It will not be able to kill anything a few kilometers away."

    "Are you stupid? It¡¯s a tactical nuclear bomb, not a strategic nuclear bomb."

    "Then why don¡¯t they use one? Is it bad to use strategic nuclear bombs?"

    "Do you think it¡¯s that easy to make one?!"

    "Quiet." After scolding the chattering yers, Chu Guang opened a capsule and threw it into his mouth. After swallowing it, he continued, "Eat the capsules that were given to you earlier."

    The yers were very obedient. Even though some people muttered about it being unscientific, they still did so obediently.The capsules they ingested were called oral anti-radiation agents.

    Compared to injections, it was slightly slower to kick off the effect, but the effectiveness was the same.

    As long as they didn¡¯t get hit by a nuclear bomb, or jump into a nuclear bomb crater and roll around inside, there wouldn¡¯t be much of a problem. After leaving the radiation area, they could take another tablet of radiation-reduction agents. After that, the only little aftereffect left would bepletely eliminated.

    As for where did these pillse from?

    Naturally, it was given to him by Wei Te...

    Half an hour ago.

    As soon as eight o¡¯clock rolled about, Lu Yang took his marines and headed for the Army¡¯s position 10 kilometers away.

    Since many yers had to go offline for dinner or take leave from their workce, when Chu Guang brought the yers to the operation camp, Lu Yang and the others had already engaged with the enemy on the front line.

    Looking at Chu Guang who appeared at the entrance of the camp, Wei Te¡¯s face was full of surprise.

    What surprised him even more was that not only Chu Guang himself came in person, but he was also followed by arge group of blue coats carrying misceneous weapons.

    Without Chu Guang speaking, just by looking at the murderous expressions on the faces of the blue coats, Wei Te could guess what these people were going to do.

    "It¡¯s too dangerous!"

    However, Chu Guang¡¯s answer quickly came. "This is our unanimous decision. We can¡¯t watch our allies fight in front and hide behind them. The debt of blood must be paid with blood!"

    Unable to dissuade him, Wei Te could only report the situation to his superiors.

    It just happened that the battle situation on the front line wasn¡¯t going as well as expected. So Li De, the division chief of the logistics department, only thought about it for two seconds before he approved their request to participate in the war. Moreover, he also gave 300 anti-radiation agents, 300 radiation-reduction agents, and 300 green light bars to Chu Guang.

    The medicine was naturally used tobat radiation as they expected to drop a tactical nuclear bomb on the battlefield in half an hour.

    As for the light bar¡­ It was used to identify friend or foe.

    After all, bullets didn¡¯t have eyes, and in that chaotic situation when there were no visible markers, the probability of being identally injured by friendly fire was even higher than the probability of being hit by the enemy.

    It was a pity that there were no extra night vision goggles, otherwise Chu Guang would have taken the opportunity to ask for some.

    This night-battle cheat was not only good for fighting, but also scavenging in the ruins.

    Although there were no night vision goggles, after hesitating, Li De gritted his teeth and took out the only 20 assault rifles with red dot sights and light grips left in the inventory. In addition, he also gave out 2400 rounds of ammunition.

    On average, each rifle could get four 30 round magazines.

    Without a word, Chu Guang took all these supplies and distributed them to his yers.

    Among them, each yer would receive one anti-radiation agent and one radiation-reduction agent. As for the rifles, they were given to the yers with high contribution points.

    In order to be fair, of course the usage time would be limited.

    A total of 210 yers who received the mission this time were all veteran yers with VMs. Many of them had even participated in two battles and had goodbat experience, and their gic sequence level was above LV4; the highest had even reached LV8.

    In this way, Chu Guang led the yers and sessfully lurked to the nks of the battlefield.

    The mushroom cloud of the nuclear explosion in the distance had been blown away by the wind, and the exoframe troops that tore a gap in the army¡¯s position seemed to be surrounded by firepower.

    At this time, the drone hovering high in the sky fired two high-explosive bombs thatnded 800 meters in front of Chu Guang and his group.

    The explosions shook the ground below the yers, the trees and building ruins were torn apart as billowing dust rose into the sky, leaving two craters each with a diameter of several meters.

    "Fuck! This is too fierce!" Mosquito widened his eyes in surprise, and instantly felt that the basket of handmade grenades on his back was no longer that amazing.

    "This is more like the art of explosion." Elf Wang, who was standing on the side, nced at Mosquito. "Yours are just firecrackers."

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help but chuckle in response, "Heh heh!"

    "Brother Elf Wang, your night vision can finallye in handy," said Escaping Mole, who was holding an automatic rifle in his hand, with a smile.

    "Screw you! What do you mean finally?"

    "Uh, mainly you didn¡¯t get to use that often."

    In the distance, the clones with their hair and clothes on fire could no longer scream. They crawled out of the trenches, rolled in the snowdrifts and lost their breath.

    Knowing that this was an ally creating an opportunity for them, Chu Guang did not hesitate and immediately seized the opportunity by blowing his whistle to indicate the yers to charge.

    <em>We didn¡¯t go through the regr process of shamelessly firing one round at their backs while still being hidden this time¡­ Is this really the way we do things here?</em>

    Hearing the whistle, the yers who had already been gearing up for a while suddenly rushed up screaming as if they were on steroids.

    "Surprise Motherfucker!"

    "<em>Urrraaa!</em>"

    "For the unbreakable alliance!"

    "For Quit Smoking!"

    "Demacia!"

    Looking at the yers who rushed forward excitedly, the corners of Chu Guang¡¯s mouth revealed a trace of smile. He touched the Type 20 Thorn Gauss rifle on his back with his right hand, but after thinking about it, he felt it was unnecessary, so he let go and pulled out the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer on his back.

    <em>Since it is a ruins covered by a forest, it is okay to be a little reckless, right?</em>

    However, to be on the safe side, he nned to wait for the yers to rush to the enemy position and lure the enemy to use their ultimate move first, and then decide whether to go up or not based on the situation.

    ...

    Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

    The armored spearheads that pierced into the hearnd of the Army were facing the siege of the clone light infantry.

    These clones dug many foxholes and trenches in the forest, linking the jungle¡¯s ruins and moss-covered concrete low walls.

    Although Lu Yang had fought countless battles, it was the first time that he had fought against the Army, so he did not dare to take it lightly.

    He could feel that the other party was the same.

    When ten quad-rotor drones rushed into the trenches, the lower-level officers were obviously taken aback. Before they could even use the rocketunchers they had prepared, they were killed by the machine guns hanging under the drones and fell into the muddy trenches with their clone soldiers.

    However, it could be seen that the strategic capabilities of the Army¡¯s squad leaders were still very high,pletely different from the marauders who were carrying water pipes to cause trouble everywhere.

    They quickly changed their tactics, pulling the light infantry armed with anti-armor weapons back to the second line of defense and reorganizing.

    It was also from here that Lu Yang clearly felt that the Army¡¯s resistance had doubled, and their advancement speed was obviously slowed down.

    At the same time, arge number of clone light infantry began to nk them, trying to retake their previously captured positions.

    If they seed, the torn line of defense would soon surround them.

    When that happened, let alone heavy infantry wearing exoframes, even a heavy tank with shields on wouldn¡¯t be able to stand the light infantry¡¯s bazooka and explosives.

    At the end of the day, it was always easier to destroy than to defend.

    The Marines were still suffering from having fewer men.

    As long as there were one or two hundred infantry soldiers behind them, filling the gap they had made and protecting their rear, they would not fall into such a passive situation.

    Lu Yang¡¯s n was to take advantage of firepower, armor, and mobility to pierce the opposing positions.

    That was the best choice in the case of insufficient manpower.

    His opponent obviously saw this, so he decisively discarded the first line of defense, pulled the battlefield into the second line of defense, and ordered the clones to defend.

    That was the area with the highest concentration of building ruins in the Elm District, and the terrain was significantly higher rtive to the surrounding ins.

    Lu Yang knew very well in his heart that if he could capture this high ground, he and hisrades would be able to rely on the terrain for defense, and victory would be at hand.

    But if they couldn¡¯t capture it...

    Sooner orter the gap behind them would be closed.

    Coincidentally, the other party thought so too.

    At that point, it was a life-and-death contest.

    The trenches and foxholes had been turned into meat grinders, and bullets and gunpowder were the grinding des. Every inch of the position seemed to have a broken limb embedded in it.

    Even though the exoframe was armed from the toes to the teeth, Lu Yang, who had reced the overheated barrel for the second time, still felt that the battle was getting more and more difficult in their intensive offensive.

    One of hisrades-in-arms had already fallen beside him.

    The battle was clearly at a stalemate.

    The opponent seemed to be determined to sacrifice more than 90% of their clones and frantically urged the clone light infantry to step forward.

    Many clones couldn¡¯t bear the electric shock on the back of their necks and the mental pressure that was on the verge of breaking their limits, so they jumped out of the trenches.

    Some seemed to simply want tomit suicide, while others threw themselves at Lu Yang and his men with cluster grenades, intending to die with them.

    Those people were outright lunatics.

    Their brains had beenpletely assimted by the idea of ??war.

    If it was an ordinary marauder, they would have copsed as early as when the tactical nuclear bomb fell, but they were different, they would rather be riddled with holes than to run in retreat.

    Lu Yang¡¯s team began to suffer more casualties, and a trace of madness gradually appeared on Lu Yang¡¯s face.

    Fortunately, at this moment, news came from the rearmand post that 200 reinforcements from Shelter 404 had arrived on their nks.

    Surprise appeared on Lu Yang¡¯s face, but it was more of one of relief.

    Without saying a word, he ordered the drones that had just finished reloading and arrived at the front line to throw the two high-explosive bombs directly on the east side of the front line to help their allies enter the field.

    His allies did not disappoint him. They seized the opportunity and charged without hesitation.

    The group of blue coats with misceneous weapons had no fear in the face of the burning battlefield, and quickly disintegrated the Army¡¯s right side with the support of aerial firepower.

    Their fighting style was unusually fierce, charging heroically against the whizzing bullets,pletely unafraid of death. They would shoot enemies with bolt-action rifles from afar, or simply jump into the trenches and fight the clones hand-to-hand with bays and buttstocks, or even axes.

    In the face of pincer attack from two directions, the right position of the Army was obviously shaken, and the bnce of victory began to tilt towards the coalition forceposed of Shelter 404 and the Pioneer.

    Just then, a hoarse roar came.

    The huge figure carrying an iron pot roared through the vast snow and mist while using the steel te on his chest to block the machine gun fire. He even managed to charge into the Army¡¯s second line of defense with his fleshy body and break into a half-copsed ruins.

    When he entered, the squad leader and clone soldiers in the room were visibly stunned.

    All they saw was a lizard wearing a breastte with blood dripping from its shoulders and arms. It was holding a javelin in one hand and an axe in the other. In addition, on its back, it seemed to be carrying a boiling boiler.

    They had never seen such a bizarre and brave creature.

    In fact, brave was still an understatement. It was as if the creature was not scared of death.

    Garbage, who was extremely excited, didn¡¯t hesitate. He had had enough of doing squats in the shelter. Now, he finally had the opportunity to kill.

    "Hahaha! I¡¯m back on the battlefield again!"

    The javelin was instantly thrust into the chest of the squad leader who was wearing a navy blue coat and looked like an elite monster. He grabbed a head with his now free right hand and smashed it against the wall, causing the concrete bricks to crumble. At the same time, the axe in his left hand also chopped down another soldier who had rushed up to him with a bay.

    Only then did Garbage realize that there was a machine gun next to the nted corpse, and there were palm-length bullets in the box next to it.

    His breastte had beenpletely destroyed during the charge.

    Mr. Garbage nced at his ws, then sighed inwardly with pity. He pulled out the javelin that impaled the chest of the squad leader and charged into the trench behind the ruins.

    Then, a bloody storm broke out in the trench again!

    Not only were the squad leaders of the Army dumbfounded, but even the allied troops who were attacking on the frontal battlefield were dumbfounded. They looked at the lizard covered in hot steam and didn¡¯t know what to say.

    "Where did that lizarde from?"

    "A mutant?!"

    "... Is it a friendly?"

    "I guess it¡¯s a pet kept by those blue coats like the white bear? Look, there is a green light bar on its shoulder... just treat it as an allied force."

    Lu Yang roared in themunication channel, "Our friendly force has seized the eastern position of the enemy¡¯s second line of defense. All exoframes, leave the trenches and push forward! Light infantry, follow closely!

    "Leave our back to our allies. Now we have to use the mobility of the armor to sh them from the middle!"

    "Yes! Sir!"

    ...

    The only disadvantage of the Pioneer was that they didn¡¯t have enough men.

    But now, that disadvantage was made up for.

    Although Vanus didn¡¯t know where Pioneer got this group of fearless warriors from, it was a fact that those men were even braver than their clone light infantry; they were not afraid of death and were also very agile...

    The second line of defense quickly fell with the help of the reinforcement.

    The gap that was about to be closed off was torn open again.

    The exoframes that captured the high ground kept advancing. With the support of aerial firepower, they quickly cut through the Army¡¯s position,pletely dividing the battlefield.

    And behind them were the blue coats who jumped into the trenches to clean up the remaining enemy forces...

    Back in the temporary headquarters.

    Listening to the frontline report on the radio, Vanus¡¯s eyes were filled with disbelief. He still couldn¡¯t believe that he was attacked by a third-party force.

    <em>Reinforcements?</em>

    <em>Where did the Enterprise get reinforcements?</em>

    <em>This is the River Valley Province!</em>

    <em>Could there be a colony of survivors in this area who would dare to interfere in the Army¡¯s affairs?</em>

    Vanus roared, "Who are they?!"

    The front line adjutant¡¯s voice was filled with panic.

    "I don¡¯t know! They are wearing fur coats, and armed with crude weapons that are even cruder than what our cannon fodders use. And their fighting style is quite savage. It¡¯s like¡­ they are a group of marauders! And there¡¯s even a lizard! Damn it..."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    <em>Marauders?</em>

    <em>A lizard?</em>

    Vanus¡¯s mind waspletely confused...

    At the same time, themand center of the Pioneer.

    Looking at the blue coats who fought heroically in the aerial image captured by the drone, the people standing in themand center fell into a long silence.

    It was a truly unexpected scene.

    The first to break the silence was Li De, the head of the logistics department.

    Many people standing there had heard himin about those blue coats, especially their sly administrator who was greedy for money and always liked to take advantage of the situation.

    He said in a solemn voice, "Please allow me to offer them my highest respect. They are a group of true warriors. They have a fearless and righteous heart, and they have extended a helping hand to us in times of crisis.

    "I take back all the rash and biased evaluations I made before and sincerely apologize... I will tell him personallyter."

    After a while, Li De seemed to have made some kind of decision and looked at the people around.

    "While this is an exception, I still intend to do it. I will use my credit score as coteral to submit a formal application to the Board of Directors of the Silver Wing Corporate Group.

    "I will request them to grant those people the honor of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner!"

    Although everyone around was surprised, no one objected.

    Yi Hai, the adjutant of the Marine Division, nodded in agreement.

    "Count me in, they deserve it!"

 Chapter 153: Lucky Survivors of Clearspring City

    The distant sound of thunder disturbed the tranquility of Clearspring City.

    Behind the ruins buried by the snow curtain, and in Boulder Town on the edge of the third ring, people walking through the corner alleys raised their heads one after another.

    "What¡¯s... That sound?"

    "It¡¯s quite rare to hear thunder on a snowy day."

    "That¡¯s not thunder¡­ It sounds like something just blew up!"

    "Is it from the north? I¡¯ve heard that the war over there has been going on for quite a while."

    "Is it going to spread to Clearspring City? There¡¯s nothing good here for those hillbillies to covet."

    "You said they were hillbillies, yet you are expecting them not to want something from you?"

    "What if the war really spreads here? Mr. Fang will definitely have a solution!"This ce was far away, so people didn¡¯t know what happened.

    The citizens who could survive in the city would never go outside. The poor who lived at the foot of concrete walls did go out to scavenge, but they wouldn¡¯t venture too far away.

    In the bar on the corner of a street, a few experienced mercenaries were able to figure out some information from the explosion, but they only shook their heads and continued to drink the beer that had been diluted with water, showing no interest in talking about it.

    Whatever happened there was not something they should care about. Even if there were a lot of job opportunities, it was unrealistic to go to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City from the third ring in the horrible weather.

    After all, those poor bastards wouldn¡¯t have a chance to go there by ne...

    At the center of the inner city, at the top floor of the pitch-ck building.

    A man in a neat formal suit stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a meticulous look.

    Of course, the northern suburb of Clearspring City couldn¡¯t be seen from where they were. After all, Boulder Town was surrounded by high-rise buildings. No matter which direction people looked, they would only be able to see gray ruins.

    However¡­

    The man wasn¡¯t looking at anything outside the window.

    Staring at the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window, he whispered to himself, "Even the nuclear bomb was used."

    A response came from his ear. "Yes, sir."

    "What happened then? Who won."

    "It looks like the Enterprise, sir."

    The man nodded.

    The Army¡¯sbat effectiveness was very strong, but after all, it was held back by the people from the Great Rift Valley. There were only a few people from the Enterprise, but their equipment and logistics were superior.

    The probability of the Army¡¯s victory was originally 4:6, but the moment the tactical nuclear bomb dropped, it became 3:7. If the Army did not have a stronger trump card, it would be reasonable for them to lose.

    Of course, that was from the perspective of a spectator. After all, there was still a big difference between taking part in the battle and watching it from the sidelines. Even if the odds of winning were 1:10, there would still be a possibility to win.

    However¡­ It looked like the casino would be very lively.

    Those who bet on the Army would probably lose a lot.

    "Do you want to intervene?" The voice beside his ear asked.

    "If themander of the Army is still alive, then capture him and wait for the Army¡¯s messenger toe to do them a favor."

    The voice continued to ask: "What if he¡¯s dead?"

    "Then meet with the people from the Enterprise and remind them to use less radioactive weapons. That shit is really troublesome to deal with.¡±

    Whether it was the Army or the Enterprise, it was best not to get involved in their conflicts. That was the River Valley Province, and the region was far from either of them.

    "It¡¯s best for us not to get involved with their conflicts. Offending anyone will be very troublesome, and pleasing anyone won¡¯t do any good for us.

    "But it happened on ournd after all.

    "Send someone to mediate."

    ¡­

    Brown Farm.

    Looking at the light of the fire rising in the distance, the farm owner hiding here shivered and kept murmuring, "Nuclear bomb¡­ Tactical nuclear bomb..." n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The young daughter looked at her father in confusion.

    "Dad?"

    "Don¡¯t worry, my dear," his wife said softly, putting her hand on his shoulder, "it¡¯s far away from us."

    "Go away!" The man swung his arm angrily, and the back of his hand identally hit the face of his little daughter, knocking out the little girl¡¯s head.

    Sparks of electricity jumped around the neck of the headless little girl.

    The wife was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and walked to the dropped head silently.

    Looking at the head that rolled on the ground, the man was stunned for a moment, then quickly calmed down, but he still couldn¡¯t help but mutter, "Damn it¡­ Is the war going to break out again?¡±

    "We¡¯ve spent enough money this year! Give me a break!"

    ¡­

    Back on Baker Street.

    A group of survivors looked at the sky not far away. From there, they could only see a small beam of light in the direction of Linghu Lake.

    Many people came out of their shacks, looking at the light in the distance and whispering to each other.

    Yu Hu nced at his elder brother and asked in a muffled voice, "Brother, what is that?"

    Yu Xiong frowned.

    "I don¡¯t know. It doesn¡¯t look like it¡¯s from Linghu. It seems to be further away... It seems to havee from the Elm District?"

    To the survivors of Baker Street, it was a rather unfamiliar name, only asionally heard from the northern scavengers. It was said to be an old town covered in forest. In that ce, not to mention usable garbage, not even aplete brick could be picked up.

    Yu Xiong had only been there once in the past, and it was when he was tracking the footsteps of deers. When he came back at that time, in order to avoid the people of the Bloodhand n, he took a long detour.

    Yu Hu was stunned. "Is it far from Big Brother Chu and his people?"

    Yu Xiong nodded. "It¡¯s quite far, maybe 20 kilometers."

    "Oh, that¡¯s a relief," Yu Hu said with a sigh of relief, scratching the back of his head, "I¡¯ll go see Xiaoyu tomorrow, she¡¯s been away from home for a while."

    Yu Xiong also missed her little sister a little. "Go, I hope she¡¯s doing well there."

    Yu Hu couldn¡¯t help but ask, "Why don¡¯t we go together?"

    "Next time. The guards still have training tasks, and we have patrol missions every day." Yu Xiong patted his younger brother¡¯s head. "You should go to the castle to learn if you have time. Anyway, there is a lot of free time in winter."

    <em>The school that Old Charlie opened?</em>

    <em>Isn¡¯t that a school for kids?</em>

    Yu Hu remembered that there seemed to be children under the age of 16 in that school. Many families sent their children there to learn to write and count in order to save money for a few meals.

    "Why do I need to learn that¡­?" Yu Hu said nkly.

    Yu Xiong didn¡¯t know how to exin it. After all, he was illiterate himself, and he only learned how to write his name when he went to night school recently, so he could only vaguely say something, "Anyway, this is something that Big Brother Chu told us to do. You just need to learn it, it will definitely be useful."

    In the outpost several kilometers away.

    Hearing the st, Xia Yan walked out of the weapon store with a cane, looked at the shing light in the north, and said in a low voice, "... Tactical nuclear bombs? These people are crazy."

    Tactical nuclear bombs with a yield of less than 1 ton could be bought with chips in Boulder Town, but only few people would actually buy them.

    One of the reasons was that it was expensive.

    The other reason was that it was dangerous.

    Many mutants were very keen to settle in radioactive areas. Cracklew Crabs, Night Demons, Death Scorpions, and other extremely dangerous mutants especially liked it. The radioactive energy was like drugs to them and would make them excited and violent.

    If it was in an urban area, it would usually be a hotbed for Crunchers and Creepers. If it was in the suburbs, it was difficult to say what strange species would be attracted.

    At this time, Xia Yan suddenly noticed that there was a small figure at the door of the nursing home, looking at the north sky just like her.

    The light of the torches flickered at the door.

    Even at a distance, she could see those big ck eyes, full of fear and worry.

    Sighing, she walked over and put her hand on Xiaoyu¡¯s head.

    "What is that?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.

    Xia Yanforted softly, "It¡¯s not a good thing... But it¡¯s okay, they are all strong and nothing will happen. Let¡¯s go back. It¡¯s gettingte."

    ...

    Because a tactical nuclear bomb suddenly detonated, the survivors in the northern suburb of Clearspring City were in a state of panic.

    Although some idiots would asionally throw a nuclear bomb on mutants, the power of those bombs was much smaller than what was detonated. It would only be a yield of a few hundred kilograms or a ton, and the sound would not be so loud.

    Some people said that the Army wasing after them.

    But no one could exin why the Army came to their out-of-the-way ce.

    Some people also said that a super mutant human appeared, and local survivors detonated a tactical nuclear bomb in order to survive.

    But no one knew which survivor settlement in the northern suburbs was capable of handling the super mutant human.

    In contrast, the official website of Wastnd Online was lively at the moment, as if a festival was in ce.

    In fact, in-game activities were really no different from festivals to the yers.

    On the forum.

    Quit Smoking: Are you fucking kidding me?! I¡¯m going crazy right now! I walked 10 kilometers and didn¡¯t even get to see the construction site, but they just sent me away with a bomb? (Crying)

    Irene: Fight for two minutes, run for two hours, Squad 2.0 confirmed. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: Hey, ina, are you dead again?

    Irene: My ID is not ina! (`§¥¡ä*)9

    Garbage: It¡¯s so exciting! I¡¯m so fucking buying this game! Hahahaha! I rushed into the trench with a slide, and my ws were shredding those NPCs mercilessly! It¡¯s just that these little monsters were so shameless, they actually bombed me with a bundle of grenades!

    Mosquito: Next time you¡¯ll have to pay for the boiler. It¡¯s not expensive, I¡¯ll just charge you the material cost price, which is 100 silver coins. (Squint)

    Garbage: What?! That¡¯s so damn expensive!

    Night Ten: So many familiar IDs, say, how many people have died in this wave?

    Irene: At least 20. Anyway, when I died, there was already a row of dead yers in front of me... Sigh, that automatic rifle was pretty satisfying to fire, but unfortunately, there were still two magazines that I didn¡¯t get to use. It¡¯s such a shame. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Book Worm: There must be more than 20, this time maybe it will break 100! Let¡¯s wait for another dead yer.

    Makka Pakka: Hahahahaha! Are you still able tough at me now? All of you need to wait for the respawn CD like me!

    Night Ten: Don¡¯t be silly. We all died in a teamfight. Soon after the spoils are calcted, we will get some money. Anyway, I think it¡¯s worth it. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: Indeed. Also that scene was really spectacr. It was really shocking, especially when we charged with the exoframes, I think it was worth it anyway. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Makka Pakka: Motherfuc...!

    Even Garbage managed to join in the fun, so Makka Pakka felt thoroughly defeated.

    The forum was full of joy again, and everyone was specting about the final rewards of this battle.

    Buying an exoframe would be unrealistic. That thing would be at least level 30 equipment in other games. So basically, they wouldn¡¯t be able to get it in the early stages.

    But they would definitely be able to buy a gun, right?

    After waiting for a long time, when it was almost noon in the real world, someone finally brought the battle report from the front line.

    Elf Wang: Brothers, I was finally finished off by my teammate! A total of 117 people died in this battle. That¡¯s more than half of us! It was too tragic! But the enemy¡¯s losses were even worse. I heard that there were more than 2000 corpses that were dragged out of the trenches, and none of them had aplete body! But this time, we probably made a fortune. We seized 5 light trucks, and we still don¡¯t know how many supplies are there in their fortifications! Now let¡¯s see how the spoils will be divided!

    Night Ten: Heh heh, my requirements are not high, I just hope that I can buy an automatic rifle. If I really can¡¯t, a red dot sight is not that bad too. A gun with a sight and a gun without a sight are twopletely different weapons.

    Mosquito: Agreed!

    Garbage: You agree my ass! You are the most shameless yer here. All the guns you have bought are stored in the warehouse and you never took them out!

    Mosquito: What are you talking about?! Am I not waiting for the respawning CD here with you?

    Garbage: Don¡¯t pretend that I didn¡¯t see it, you were blown up by the handmade grenades made by yourself!

    Night Ten: Pfft.

    Makka Pakka: Hahahahaha!

    Mosquito: Screw you!

    In any case, the battle had been a good one.

    As for the loot, even if they were worried about it, they couldn¡¯t do anything about it. That would be decided by the game program.

    Everyone expressed that they only hoped the developers would be kind. For the sake of many yers who didn¡¯t know when they could get back into the game again, they hoped that they could get a more generouspensation for their deaths.

    They wouldn¡¯t ask for much, 200 silver coins would be quite reasonable. If they could get 300 silver coins, that would be even better.

    The topics on the forum were gradually dominated by the <em>Paradox Interactive</em> fans and the fans of strategy games. From the topic of whether it was better to move the machine gunners five meters forward or five meters back, to the topic of who was stronger between the Army and the Enterprise in the game setting.

    One was the force in the extreme west, and the other was the power in the extreme east. The two usually did not interact with each other, but they may not have thought that their men would actually fight in the River Valley Province in the center of the continent.

    ording to the information published on the official website, the Army seemed to be going for the Mass Assault routebined with other Land Doctrines. For example, the troop they encountered was the mostmon clone light infantry which used trench fortifications, while the two artillery pieces were probably the embodiment of the Superior Firepower Doctrine.

    The advantages were low logistical pressure and they wouldn¡¯t suffer from lost morale. Their clone soldiers were like people who had been brainwashed. They were not fully human at all. They would rather be killed than to surrender.

    As for Enterprise, they were probably using the Mobile Warfare Land Doctrine. All its members were high-tech troops armed to the teeth, with high mobility and strong armor. Not only did they have nightbat equipment, but they also had aerial fire support... Although it was only one lightweight fixed wing drone, it was better than nothing.

    On the surface, the advantage of thetter seemed to be greater with their more expensive equipment, but their performance on the battlefield did not seem to be as invincible as what the panel data showed.

    When the exoframes cut through the Army¡¯s first line of defense, they quickly faced an embarrassing problem.

    There was no one behind them.

    Spring Water Commander: ¡­ The Pioneer can only be regarded as a scientific expedition team at most. Their soldiers are not professional soldiers, but more like adventurers. It is already pretty good they were able to fight like this. If the two forces really faced each other, this kind of problem would not exist at all. Would the Enterprise¡¯s headquarters not have any light infantry? I don¡¯t believe it.

    Lightning Professor: Hehe, if they really met each other on the battlefield, what they would face would be hundreds or even tens of thousands ofmand groups of the same size as today. If they could build artillery, would it be difficult to make an engine? You don¡¯t even need very advanced technology, a World War II level tank chassis and an electromaic gun are definitely cheaper than an exoframe.

    Lin Dengwan: I doubt there would be an all-out war. How long would the supply line have to be so it could stretch across the continent? Besides, the terrain on the wastnd is full of mutants ambushes along the way. The nonbat losses would be directly maxed out.

    Canned Seafood Merchant: Why don¡¯t they take the sea route? The sea route is obviously better than thend route, right?

    Duke of Venice: Maybe there is a sea threat at sea.

    Ghost Scarer: Yeah, that makes sense... In case a Cthulhu-level sea monster suddenly appears, they might not be able to deal with a force that has ten times the strength of the Pioneers.

    Elf Wang: Ahem, let¡¯s stop arguing. Whether they are strong or not, it also depends on how the developers set it up.

    Elf Wang had a point, but no one paid him any attention.

    The game was still in the testing stage, and they were still in the closed alpha. Each version was like a new game, so who knew what the game would look like in the end?

 Chapter 154.1: Friends Forever

    "... Forget it, I¡¯ll just treat it as eating candy."

    The gunshots from not far away had gradually subsided, and Chu Guang, who was overlooking the battlefield through a small drone, threw the peeled radiation-reduction agent into his mouth.

    Even if he didn¡¯t need to do so with his constitution, he always felt uneasy if he didn¡¯t eat one.

    Because the yers¡¯ performances were outstanding, Chu Guang didn¡¯t find the opportunity to enter the game until the end.

    That was a good thing anyway.

    Chu Guang was very pleased with the growth of his yers.

    There was still a big difference in the gamey between mutants and war campaigns.

    Once the battle was over, even the yers who got into the game after version Alpha 0.6 would no longer be considered newbies, and many old yers could even be considered to be veterans who had experienced three war campaigns.

    Moreover, they were still alive.Chu Guang believed that with this experience, they would be even more formidable next time.

    But then again, thebat effectiveness of the Army was still very strong.

    Anti-tank rockets, grenadeunchers that fired frag grenades, and a machine gun were mounted behind the fortifications.

    Fortunately, Garbage broke into their defense line first, otherwise, they might have killed an additional 10 or 20 yers.

    After the machine guns stopped firing, the fighting was basically over.

    The yers quickly tore a gap on the east side of the Army¡¯s second line of defense, helping their ally¡¯s exoframes to break through the Army¡¯s line of defense from the front.

    The only fly in the ointment was that Garbage himself did not survive and was sted into the sky by a cluster grenade in the trenches.

    The steam boiler was also blown up, causing the boiling water to ssh into the sky, and then quickly turn into a firework made of snow and mist.

    The scene was extremely spectacr.

    Watching the scene from outside the battlefield, Chu Guang waspletely stunned. But he still didn¡¯t forget to record it.

    <em>It¡¯s not too much to give this scene one second of screen time in the promotional video, right?</em>

    <em>Whether it¡¯s strong or not is another matter. As long as it looks cool, then it¡¯s all good.</em>

    ...

    The battle on the front line hade to an end and they would take a look at the burning trench next.

    A yer stepped forward and wanted to pick up the iron-barreled rifle on the ground.

    At this time, the clone lying on his back suddenly opened his eyes. He struggled to his feet, and suddenly took a bite at the yer¡¯s thigh, frightening the yer to hurriedly kick him away.

    "Fuck! Are you a dog? Put your hands in the air! If you move again, I¡¯ll shoot¡­"

    <em>Bang!</em>

    A gunshot sounded from the side, shooting the clone with half of its face scorched right in the head.

    The yer was stunned, but the soldier wearing the exoskeleton passed by him and patted him on the shoulder.

    "They are all poor people, it¡¯s better to end their suffering."

    The yer stared nkly at the back of the NPC who walked away,pletely ignorant of what the man was saying. Then he nced at the corpse on the ground, scolding in his heart.

    <em>God damn it!</em>

    <em>5 silver coins became 5 copper coins now!</em>

    <em>Who¡¯s going to pay for my losses?</em>

    The work of cleaning the battlefield was going smoothly.

    Those clone soldiers didn¡¯t n to live at all. Some of them had been knocked out by the st. But as soon as they opened their eyes, they would charge out screaming, only to be shot dead.

    At first, yers nned to capture them alive.

    After all, living captives were more valuable. ughtering those who gave up their weapons made them feel very bad. If possible, they preferred not to do it.

    However, yerster discovered that those people were not normal people at all.

    They didn¡¯t know if the AI was notpleted or the settings were just like this. Anyway, these clones were like Crunchers with guns, so yers stopped hesitating and started to stab everybody they could see on the ground first before searching for loot drops.

    As for the Army squad leaders andpany leaders wearing navy blue coats, although many of them also showed signs of desperate resistance, when they found that the situation was over, they finally threw away their weapons and raised their hands to surrender.

    Compared with the stubborn resistance of the lower-level officers on the front line before they surrendered, themander, Vanus, surrendered more simply.

    This guy didn¡¯t even attempt to run. He sat quietly in the temporarymand post, poured himself half a ss of wine, and waited for the exoframes from Pioneer to capture him.

    But then again, where could he run in this snowy weather?

    Without supplies and guards, it was impossible for him to travel hundreds of kilometers and return to the headquarters of the expeditionary force.

    Not to mention there was drone flying overhead. Without the protection of thermal instion materials, even the air exhaled from nose and mouth could be clearly seen, let alone such a big person.

    As long as he exited the door of the temporarymand post, his whole person would be lit up like amp.

    Rather than having his head being pressed in the snowdrifts by the pursuers, it was better to wait here and surrender dignifiedly.

    As a high-ranking officer with a full military education, his value was much higher than the average clone soldier and the little ve owners who led the clone soldiers into battle, and the Army allowed them to surrender to the enemy after the battle damage exceeded 90%.

    Although he would be demoted one levelter, as long as he survived, there would still be a chance.

    Enterprise¡¯s people rarely ughtered prisoners of war, and Lu Yang also really didn¡¯t do anything to him. He just had him handcuffed and escorted back with the surrendering squad leaders.

    The personnel of the logistics department built a temporary prison for them out of foam materials in an open snow field, and the prison was even installed with stic water heating pipes connected to a small boiler for burning wood.

    If they couldn¡¯t stand the cold weather, they needed to go outside to pick up firewood by themselves.

    Moreover, when they were locked in, the people from Enterprise would take away their coats, leaving them only a single shirt and trousers.

    It was snowing heavily outside. People would even freeze when they went out for a wee, let alone running far away.

    Without a cold-proof jacket, they probably wouldn¡¯t be able to walk even 1km before they were frozen to death in the snow.

    Compared to the captives, Chu Guang was more interested in the equipment they left behind.

    These clone soldiers were poorly equipped, with few assault rifles, mostly semi-automatic or even bolt-action.

    But it wasmendable that they had achieved the uniformity of weapon style and bullet type.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Unlike them, some of Chu Guang¡¯s yers had 9mm, some had 7mm, and some had 5mm small revolvers. If the enemies were far away, they wouldn¡¯t even be able to tell where the bullets would hit.

    It seemed that this group of marauders who called themselves Army had good logistical capabilities, and there should be industrial support at their rear, but it was difficult to judge the specific level.

    In addition to conventional weapons, yers also found ten 12mm caliber machine guns and nearly 100 anti-tank rocketunchers that had not yet been used and looked like "Panzerfaust."

    This anti-tank rocket was very light, with a total weight of less than 5 kilograms. Although it had nearly 200 grams of propent stuffed in the slender iron tube, it was disposable and could only be used once.

    The front-end warhead was a cylindrical magazine with a diameter of 155mm and a conical hood that would reduce wind resistance. Nearly 1kg of TNT mixed with cyclonite could make it prate a 200mm homogeneous steel te... If it hits the target directly.

    Whether it was killing infantry or anti-light armor, this thing could be said to be cheap and easy to use, at least much better than mutant human¡¯s ck powder bombs.

    The only fly in the ointment was that the firing speed of this thing was very slow, the range was only a pitiful 50m, and the uracy was very poor.

    But even with so many shorings, Chu Guang was also overjoyed.

    It was a bazooka that was more reliable than goblin rockets, so it wasn¡¯t too much to sell it at 50 silver coins apiece in the weapons store, right?

    When yers came across something like Cracklew Crab, they would definitely have a chance to use it!

    In addition to the rocketuncher, there was also a grenadeuncher, but honestly speaking, this thing was a bit disappointing. Although it was said to be a grenadeuncher, its power could only be said to be average. On the other hand, the remaining frag grenades were all good stuff, and Chu Guang intended to hand them over to Boss Xia and let her deal with them.

    It stood to reason that these spoils also belonged to the Pioneer.

    However, the Enterprise employees on the Pioneer didn¡¯t like these old equipment at all. To them, the only usefulness of those weapons was that they could recycle them as scrap iron. But in that way, they had to spend some energy to pick them up, so they generously left everything to Chu Guang and his men.

    Apart from the weapons, what surprised Chu Guang the most was the five light trucks.

    The engines used in these trucks were equipped with wood-fired carburetors, which could be started by inserting a log into the feed port; it was a vehicle tailor-made for the wastnd environment.

    In addition, in order to adapt to rough terrain, the tires of these five light trucks were designed to be veryrge. Although it was difficult to drive into the city withrger tires, it was still possible to drive them in the wilderness.

    At least on the road from the outpost to the operation camp, yers no longer had to travel on two legs.

    Cleaning the battlefield would take some time.

    Chu Guang found a few yers who could drive, and after familiarizing themselves with the operation of the trucks, they drove the light truck to an open space with less vegetation, waiting for the yers to recover the spoils and the bodies of their teammates.

    Fortunately, he had the foresight to ask his yers to bring woven bags, otherwise these yers would have to make a dozen more trips to load the loot they picked up.

    Looking at the yers who carried the loot onto the truck, Chu Guang suddenly felt that he had made a fortune.

    But he knew in his heart that it would be somewhat inappropriate tough out loud at this time.

    Even if it was for the sake ofpensation, he had to look sad.

    At least he needed to keep his face expressionless.

    At this moment, Lu Yang, who was wearing an exoframe, walked towards him.

    His body was covered in mud and blood, looking terrible, but he was not injured...

 Chapter 154.2: Friends Forever

    ... After opening his visor, Lu Yang looked at Chu Guang and said in a sincere tone, "Brother, thank you. If you hadn¡¯te to help us, I¡¯m afraid this battle would not have ended so smoothly."

    "We are allies, we should take care of each other. Besides, they killed our people, we must personally take this revenge." After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "How are your casualties?"

    Speaking of casualties, Lu Yang said in a low voice with a heavy expression, "Three died, four were seriously injured..."

    The total number of crew members on the Pioneer was less than 100, and the death of three was already a serious attrition.

    Thest time there were such serious casualties was when they fought against a mutant human tribe when they just left the Among Clouds Province.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    No one expected that the leader of that mutant human group was a super mutant human. It took them two tactical nuclear bombs to finally kill it.

    Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Lu Yang stared at Chu Guang and asked, "What about you?"

    "117 dead, and we haven¡¯t gotten the number for those who are seriously injured."

    Hearing this number, Lu Yang¡¯s heart skipped a beat. The only little bit of joy from their victory that could have been regarded as constion was also blown away by this heavy number.He didn¡¯t know how many people were in Shelter 404, but he estimated that there should be no more than a thousand.

    Such a heavy loss was almost a devastating blow to some small- and medium-sized survivor strongholds.

    Lu Yang couldn¡¯t imagine what kind of pressure the man in front of him was under at this moment, and how he would face the families of the deceased residents in the future.

    Behind this number, it meant 117 families...

    "We will do our best to treat the injured... I, I am sorry for the dead."

    Chu Guang did not speak.

    To be honest, he almost felt sorry for fooling this guy.

    If an NPC died, he would probably feel sad for a while, but if it was a yer¡­ they would respawn after 3 days.

    Those yers didn¡¯t feel sad at all. In fact, when they searched for the loot, they were so excited that they almost sang songs.

    However, the guy in front of him was very serious, obviously thinking it was real.

    "Before they came here, they were already prepared. Before leaving, I asked them to bring their guns and woven bags. If they can¡¯t bag the enemy¡¯s corpse, then it will be themselves in those bags."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "So don¡¯t feel sorry for us. People will die eventually. Beforeing here, they already knew what would happen."

    Chu Guang¡¯s original intention of saying this was tofort this righteous partner.

    However, what Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect was that after he finished saying this, the dude¡¯s expression became even heavier, even a little sad.

    Taking a deep breath, Lu Yang calmed down and looked at Chu Guang.

    "I want to ask your opinion on something."

    Chu Guang looked at him and asked, "What is it?"

    Lu Yang said seriously, "I n to submit an application to the board of directors of Silver Wing Corporate Group to grant you the title of ¡¯Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner¡¯... This is not just my idea, but also the consensus of ??all members on Pioneer."

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slightly hesitating, he asked, "What does this Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner mean?"

    Lu Yang exined, "It¡¯s a proof and an eptance... Of course, this requires your opinion."

    Opinion?

    Of course Chu Guang had no problem.

    Although separated by thousands of kilometers, who would not like having more allies?

    Without hesitation, Chu Guang readily epted Captain Lu¡¯s proposal.

    "I have no problem. You have been our partners since the moment you helped us solve the mutant human tribe."

    Hearing this, Lu Yang¡¯s face finally revealed a sincere smile.

    "I¡¯m d you think so."

    "But this title doesn¡¯t just have a symbolic meaning, but it also provides something more substantial¡­ Let me tell you more about it."

    ...

    Five trucks were slowly moving forward in the wilderness.

    An off-road vehicle with a snow shovel and a machine gun welded on top was driving ahead, escorting their allies back to the outpost with their loot.

    Although the Pioneer crews hated running fieldwork, when Li De walked up to them and asked them if anyone was willing to send their heros home almost all of them stood up to volunteer and expressed that they were willing to participate in this task.

    Even the injured marines were also the same.

    In this battle, these shelter residents used their bravery to win the respect of the entire crew of the Pioneer.

    They may be poor and backward, but they were by no means weak.

    They were a group of warriors who defended their dignity with weapons in their hands!

    Such people were worthy of respect wherever they were.

    Without returning to the outpost immediately, Chu Guang first followed Lu Yang to the operation camp, where he met Li De who had been waiting for a long time.

    The two had alwaysmunicated through holographic images, and when they met face to face again after many days, Chu Guang unexpectedly felt a little cordial for a while.

    Of course, what surprised Chu Guang even more was the sharp change of Li De¡¯s attitude.

    When he came here before, this guy didn¡¯t evene down to say hello to him; he just told his subordinates to entertain him.

    But now, this division chief actually took the initiative to meet him and held his hand.

    "I¡¯m sorry for my previous mistrust and prejudice. You are a group of true warriors, and your bravery is really admirable. Thank you for everything you have done for us. If it weren¡¯t for you, the oue of this battle would have been unpredictable."

    Because Li De had watched the battle situation through the images captured by the drone, he had apletely different evaluation of the battle situation at that time. In his opinion, if the Army surrounded his armored units, it would probably be Lu Yang and his team who got divided and encircled.

    It would be hard to say how many of the light infantry, who only had the protection of the exoskeleton, would survive, unless the exoframes could fight a bloody way out.

    This battle also made him determined to prepare more than double the reserve of artillery shells and design a light fixed wing with arger bomb load.

    If they continued westward, sooner orter, they would encounter the Army again.

    Shaking his hand and releasing it, Chu Guang nodded.

    "I will pass on your praise to my residentster. Right now, I want to know some specific information about the title Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner."

    Knowing that Chu Guang would ask this, Li De nodded and made a gesture, signaling him to follow him.

    "I was just nning to discuss this matter with you, let¡¯s go inside and talk."

    ...

    In the barracks.

    ording to Li De¡¯s description, Chu Guang had a general understanding of the title "Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner."

    The so-called "Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner" was equivalent to an enhanced version of the "trade whitelist."

    As known by many people, although Enterprise was located in the distant Among Clouds Province, their territory of trade was far more than a small ce like the Among Clouds Province. Even on the west coast of the Central Continent, people doing business under their banner could still be seen.

    If there was a dispute, the Enterprise wouldn¡¯t be able to fly over thousands of kilometers to get revenge.

    So in order to prevent problems before they could happen, the people at Enterpriseunched a "trade whitelist" system.

    When trading with survivor settlements on the whitelist, if the merchants were plundered by local survivors, the insurancepany would pay for the loss of the caravan after sending a salesman to investigate the situation. For cases outside the whitelist, nopensation would be given.

    As a result, the vast majority of caravans from Enterprise, especially those with real goodies, would be more inclined to do business with those "whitelisted" survivor strongholds. Only a small number of small caravans would take the risk to make purchases with those survivor strongholds outside the list. For example, Boulder City was also on the trade whitelist.

    Enterprise caravans have been trading in Boulder City for decades, and their legal rights were guaranteed, so they would trade those high-tech products.

    For Bett Street and Brown Farms, only the ve traders in Red River Town and the third- and fourth-tier caravans in Boulder City would want to do business with them. The caravans from Enterprise would not consider trading with them at all, nor would they stop at their strongholds.

    After all, if something went wrong, the insurance they bought would not cover it!

    To enter the whitelist, employees with Rank A or above would need to apply to the Enterprise headquarters and guarantee it with their own credit scores.

    In addition, an inspection report of more than 30 pages and a stay in the local area for at least 60 days were required to ensure the uracy of the investigation.

    Enterprise had employees who specialized in this kind of investigation, and their ie was usually not low. If they sessfully developed a market for Enterprise, in the next ten years, Enterprise would give them amission based on the transaction volume and award outstanding employees with Outstanding Contributor Award, and even include them in management.

    At the same time, secured survivor settlements would be recognized as civilized settlements by the Enterprise, and more caravans would incorporate them into trade routes.

    Many caravans, even if they were not part of Enterprise, would refer to this list to some extent to determine whether the transaction party was trustworthy.

    After all, no one wanted to get into a marauder¡¯s cage or test other¡¯s moral bottom line with the goods in their pockets.

    It was easier to do business with low-risk survivor strongholds and borrow money from the bank.

    As for the title "Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner," its significance was extraordinary. Both in terms of influence and difficulty of obtaining, it was far beyond the "trade whitelist" guaranteed by Rank A employees.

    First of all, the individual making the application must at least be a senior executive of the branch, or a shareholder, or even the chairman of the branch.

    Secondly, this branch cannot be a smallpany that had no sense of existence in "Enterprise," it must have at least one seat on the board of directors in the headquarters!

    If the trade whitelist was only to guarantee the credit and safety of the transaction party, then the title "Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner" was more like a strong rmendation such as:

    [This is an excellent client we met outside, and we rmend them to you. They gave us a helping hand in times of distress, so they arepletely trustworthy. You can stay on their territory with confidence, and they will provide you with food and shelter.]

    [At the same time, Enterprise-owned caravans are prohibited from taking hostile actions against them, and armed mercenarypanies are prohibited from targeting them. The restrictions of ss F and E technology and rted trading varieties can be lifted.]

    Boulder City and Enterprise had been trading for decades, but they could only be on the whitelist. There was no survivor stronghold in the entire Qingquan City that could get the title of "Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner."

    It was really hard after all.

    In principle, the Pioneer, which was a "scientific expeditionary force," had no right to apply for such a title for a survivor¡¯s stronghold far away from the Among Clouds Province.

    But the lineup of this "scientific expedition team" was simply too powerful.

    Even the drivers of the water trucks were Rank C employees of Enterprise, and there were many Rank B and Rank A employees on duty in the office. Li De, who was the division chief, and Lu Yang, the captain of the Marine Corps, were also high level members of the Silver Wing Corporate Group.

    In general, even the leaders of those caravans that went to other provinces to do business were only Rank B, only a few who could achieve Rank A were willing to leave Ideal City and go out into the wild.

    With the influence of the Pioneer crew members, they were indeed qualified to submit this application, but they still needed to go through the regr procedure.

    Chu Guang was very interested in thest point that Li De said.

    "What exactly are the ss E and F technologies? Do they include exoframes?"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t hold out much hope, but he didn¡¯t expect that Li De would actually nod.

    "Of course... but I don¡¯t rmend it. The exoframes with ss E technology are powered by a chemical battery, which is actually an enhanced version of the exoskeleton. Few caravans would carry something that heavy, most survivor strongholds prefer to buy a power source and process it themselves."

    After a pause, Li De continued, "I really want to help you get this title. Enterprise has thousands of caravans passing through River Valley Province every year, and one of the two corridors leading to the west is in the northern suburb of Qingquan City. This will help you a lot.

    "But there is a big problem. Your settlement is really weak and it still needs a lot of improvement. Later I will let someone help you repair that machine tool, but even so... I¡¯m afraid that it is still difficult for you toe up with something that other caravans will be interested in. Even if you be an Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner, I can¡¯t guarantee that your settlement will be more attractive than the survivor strongholds on the ¡¯trade whitelist.¡¯"

    To put it bluntly, the machine tool is more like a "magic wand." Its power does not depend on itself, but on the "source" of the spell and user.

    However, after listening to Li De¡¯s words, Chu Guang did not take this issue to heart but became more interested.

    "It¡¯s okay, they can invest and set up factories here! Those ss E and F products can be produced here and sold to other ces in Qingquan City.

    ¡°We have an abundance of raw materials and wads of unrecycled waste waiting to be handled here. We also have qualitybor, and we can even provide logistical security for their transactions in the province¡­ It¡¯s definitely better and easier than them bringing their products from the East Coast!"

    After listening to Chu Guang¡¯s words, Li De was obviously stunned.

    Ah...

    It can even be traded this way?

 Chapter 155.1: Not Enough NPCs!

    After sending Chu Guang away, Li De returned to the Pioneer and thought for a while before finally filling in the rmendation reasons he thought were appropriate on the electronic application form.

    "This is an ideal station. They don¡¯t have anything special, but you can get delicious food at cheap prices. In addition, you don¡¯t have to worry about getting your throat cut in your sleep at night. If you¡¯re going to ces further west, it¡¯s safer to stay here than anywhere else, and I vouch with my credit score that they¡¯re trustworthy."

    There were also electronic signatures of dozens of other crew members on the Pioneer.

    The encrypted letter would be sent to the Silver Wing Corporate Group¡¯s board of directors who would respond within three days.

    Li De believed that there shouldn¡¯t be any problems. After all, even Captain Lu left his signature.

    The sacrifices they made in this battle deserved their respect.

    As for setting up a factory or whatever they brought up...

    Honestly, that was the first time Li De had heard such a whimsical request. Would any bank be willing to lend to such a high-risk project? It was hard to say.

    In any case, he couldn¡¯t interfere with decisions at that level, and the Pioneer didn¡¯t head all the way over there to open up the market. Besides, he had no way to call over a dozen caravans with one phone call.Li De suggested to Chu Guang that when an Enterprise caravan passed by their settlement, he could discuss cooperation with them himself, but he shouldn¡¯t hold out much hope.

    After all, doing business in the wastnd was inherently risky, let alone starting a factory in the River Valley Province that was not controlled by Enterprise...

    How could those caravans bring their profits back and who could guarantee their interests?

    This was a question worth thinking about. It was not something that should be decided rashly.

    However, these issues that were worth pondering in Li De¡¯s view were not a problem in Chu Guang¡¯s eyes.

    Whether it could be negotiated was one thing, and whether there was a chance to do so was another.

    Moreover, if it was really true as Li De said that after getting the title of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner, arge number of Enterprise¡¯s caravans would include them in their trade routes, even if they didn¡¯t want to set up a factory, he would still be able to make money by opening a post station and setting up food stalls.

    By then, his currency would not be useless waste paper. When there were more caravansing through his settlement, would he need to worry that no one would be interested in his market?

    The huge traffic of caravans was also a market in itself. The biggest advantage of Shelter 404 over Boulder Town was that it was closer to the suburbs and had more convenient transportation routes.

    Whether serving as a trade node for Enterprise caravans to and from the central and western regions, or as a trade hub for foreign caravans and Clearspring City¡¯s local merchants, it could generate a considerable ie for the outpost.

    It would be epic enhancements for Lifestyle yers and it would be amazing!

    ...

    At the north gate of the outpost, torches in the snow flickered.

    It was twelve o¡¯clock in the morning in the wastnd, and it was noon in reality.

    Except for a few Lifestyle yers who were still online in the living area, most of the yers went offline to eat.

    After all, it is impossible to stay online for 24 hours. Even if the yer¡¯s real body could withstand it, the cloned body in the game had to close their eyes and rest.

    Otherwise, a fatigue debuff would appear on their VMs and directly affect their work efficiency the next day.

    When Chu Guang, wearing a Type 5 police light exoskeleton, came from the north, Wrench who was patrolling the gate happened to see him and immediately went to greet him. "Sir, you are back."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Mhm, where¡¯s the loot?"

    Wrench reported, "Half of it has been unloaded, and the other half is still on the truck! There are so many things, Luca said that he will find a few people to build a new warehouse for those weapons tomorrow."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    Things like arms had to be separated from other materials. In the future, as the resources of the outpost be more and more varied, a separate warehouse should be built for each type of resources, and a specialist should be hired to store them properly.

    Thinking about it, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help sighing in his heart.

    <em>There aren¡¯t enough NPCs. </em>

    If only the people who were studying in the literacy ss at Old Charlie¡¯s ce could graduate faster.

    If Shelter 404 got the title of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner, there would definitely be Enterprise caravans passing by in the spring of next year.

    When that happened, he would need a lot more people¡­

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but wonder if he should set up a literacy ss in the nomadic camp. Without education, it would not be easy to arrange work for them.

    Passing through the door of the outpost, Chu Guang noticed that the lights in the Weapon Shop were still on, and a figure leaning on crutches was standing at the door.

    Seeing Chu Guanging from the north gate, Xia Yan, whose cheeks were flushed with cold, finally breathed a sigh of relief and limped up with a cane. "You¡¯re finally back, I was almost going to send a mission to get people to find you."

    Chu Guang nced at the VM she was wearing on her arm and joked, "I¡¯m very pleased that you are getting more and more proficient in using it."

    Xia Yan raised her eyebrows. She was about to speak when a voice suddenly floated from the direction of the nursing home.

    "Weewoo, Weewoo, Master, you¡¯re back!" The paper bin-shaped robot rushed to Chu Guang¡¯s side, happily circling his legs several times.

    "Master, you¡¯re finally back! The electronic pulse outside was so big just now, Little Seven is so worried about you!"

    Chu Guang patted Little Seven¡¯s head lightly and said with a smile, "Don¡¯t worry, that thing has no effect on me, but are you okay?"

    "Little Seven is fine! That level of EMP can¡¯t affect Little Seven!"

    <em>Huh?</em>

    <em>Didn¡¯t expect you to be that sturdy.</em>

    Chu Guang touched its round head, only to find that his hand was covered with dust. It seemed that he should find a chance to give it a bath.

    Looking at Chu Guang who was only interacting with the robot pet, Xia Yan couldn¡¯t help rolling her eyes. She coughed lightly to remind him that she was still there, and continued, "What happened in the north? Was¡­ Was that really a nuclear explosion?"

    Chu Guang picked up a handful of snow at the door of the weapons store and cleaned the ash from his hand.

    "A small nuclear bomb with a payload of about 10 tons, it¡¯s not a big deal."

    Xia Yan was stunned. "... Was it the Army?"

    "Mhm, it¡¯s a thousand-person brigade led by a brigademander, Vanus. It was said that when Lu Yang found him, the dude poured a ss of red wine and calmly asked him if he wanted to have a drink together. There were more than 2000 light infantry clones, and their blood filled the trenches... But no matter what, their equipment is now ours."

    Seeing the smile on Chu Guang¡¯s face, Xia Yan said worriedly, "I always feel that you are a little too optimistic."

    "How so?"

    "In every way possible." Xia Yan sighed and continued, "A year ago, the Army¡¯s expeditionary force was fighting against the people of the Great Rift Valley in the north. They imed to be an army of one million... It seemed as though they weren¡¯t exaggerating. Do you know what that means? You don¡¯t know how many brigades of this kind they have."

    Chu Guang raised his hand and stopped her. "You want to say that we shouldn¡¯t intervene in this war, right?"

    Xia Yan nodded with a serious expression. "It¡¯s not a wise decision to meddle in the affairs between the Army and the Enterprise. If the Army knew that they lost a thousand soldiers because of your meddling, what would you do if you were theirmander."

    "Me?" Chu Guang smiled and said, "It depends on what I¡¯m doing. If the battle situation on the front line is not going well, I¡¯ll put this aside for now and deal with it when I¡¯m free."

    Xia Yan looked at him in disbelief. "Since you know, then why do you still¡­"

    "So you think their battle is going well?" Chu Guang said lightly, "If it really went well, they wouldn¡¯t have split up their force ande to the south. It¡¯s definitely because they cannot continue fighting anymore, so they n to get whatever they can get their hands on before retreating."

    "... This is just an ideal analysis, those people are marauders, they wouldn¡¯t think about everything so carefully."

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "I know, I¡¯m thinking from their standpoint. So have you ever thought about what would happen if this force didn¡¯t catch the Pioneer?"

    Xia Yan was stunned for a moment.

    "... Didn¡¯t catch them?"

    <em>Does this have anything to do with the topic they </em>were discussing<em> earlier?</em>

    Xia Yan couldn¡¯t help but be a little confused.

    Chu Guang nodded. "Yes, whether it¡¯s a war or negotiating a contract, you¡¯d better have two strings to your bow. After all, things won¡¯t always go as smoothly as you think. If everything went smoothly and they sessfully intercepted the Pioneer, the supply of 2000 clones could be taken from Pioneer."

    After a moment¡¯s pause, he continued, "But in fact, they were actually a step behind. If it wasn¡¯t for the Pioneer breaking down in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, they probably would have missed this fat sheep. With 5 light trucks, the insufficient supplies they were carrying would not be able to help them survive the winter. Moreover, it¡¯s impossible to travel hundreds of kilometers back in such heavy snow¡­ so what do you think they will do then? Stand silently in the heavy snow? Or look at the roots on the ground and curse?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Xia Yan fell into deep thought, looking a little troubled.

    Obviously, that was beyond the thinking boundary of a small mercenary.

    She only thought about the possible revenge of the Army, but she didn¡¯t expect that it was the same whether they provoked the Army or not.

 Chapter 155.2: Not Enough NPCs!

    Seeing how she was struggling with her thoughts, Chu Guang said leisurely, ¡°Since they dared to set out before winter, they must have a contingency n. Let¡¯s just say, plundering the survivors in the northern part of Clearspring City was already on their n. So whether we provoked them or not, there was no difference. They were ready to attack us anyway."

    In fact, even if the Army seeded in intercepting the Pioneer, the second scenario would still be entirely possible.

    Organized didn¡¯t mean disciplined, and just like what Enterprise said about them, the so-called Army was just a bunch of organized marauders.

    From the moment they set off, the war was already inevitable.

    No matter what, Chu Guang felt gratified to see hiszy foodie employee actually worried about him.

    <em>This is great!</em>

    <em>It seems that I¡¯ve trained her well.</em>

    Patting her on the shoulder, Chu Guang gave her a look of approval.

    "Remember this sentence, avoiding conflicts is just an expedient measure, and the development space is eventually created using force. Don¡¯t think about it if you don¡¯t understand, in any case, you don¡¯t need to worry about it. Why don¡¯t you think about happy things? We now got arge number of weapons andpensations, a free industrial machine tool, and the title of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner... These things are enough for us to use for a long time."Chu Guang was confident they could handle anything in the future.

    As long as he could develop his settlement, whether it was Army, Enterprise, or the Academy¡­ It wouldn¡¯t be a problem for him.

    When the fire of industry was ignited, and the infinite production capacity was matched with infinite vitality, his yers would be the strongest!

    ...

    The night was silent.

    Chu Guang had a long dream.

    He dreamed that he had be a machine gunner crouching in a bunker. In front of him were millions of clones from the Army force, nes swooping down from the sky, and intense artillery bombardment.

    And the yers who were supposed to charge in front were all standing behind him at this moment, murmuring incessantly.

    "Raise the muzzle a little more!"

    "Shoot, are you stupid? Aim and shoot!"

    "Can you pull the trigger and not let it go? Use all the bullets!"

    "The machine gunner, five meters to the left. Damn, he¡¯s slow¡­¡±

    Chu Guang snapped instantly. He turned the muzzle of his gun around and shot them all down. In the end, he left the one with the biggest boobs and couldn¡¯t bear to kill her.

    And then...

    He woke up from the dream.

    "Shit... I have to change the sheets again."

    Chu Guang got up from bed early in the morning, sweating all over. He felt like he had done push-ups all night, every cell in his body had swelled.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Having grown ustomed to leveling up while sleeping, Chu Guang calmly went to level B2 to take a shower, then returned to the resident hall to check himself.

    As Chu Guang expected.

    This time he had leveled up again.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV10¡úLV11<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong>13¡ú14<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    "This upgrade should be due to the yers¡¯ experience."

    With a little increase in constitution attributes, metabolic capacity, and toughness were improved. This attribute was still very useful for Chu Guang, who couldn¡¯t be resurrected.

    Looking at the medical examination form, Chu Guang touched his chin with interest, and continued talking to himself, "However, such a big battle only increased my level by one level. It seems like I still need to find a more effective way to scrounge yers¡¯ experience."

    The administrator sequence¡¯s upgrade conditions were very vague, unlike other sequences where people could figure out the upgrade methods by reading the literal meaning of their gic sequences.

    Leaving aside the level issue for the time being, Chu Guang sat in front of theputer and opened the official website.

    He wanted to check how the yers felt aboutst night¡¯s battle, but the yers¡¯ reactions startled him.

    <em>My goodness, more than 100 yers already have withdrawal reactions.</em>

    "Ah! Without Boss Ya¡¯s mushroom soup, I¡¯m dying!"

    "I can¡¯t hold a little man¡¯s hand and dance anymore."

    "Without Xiaoyu¡¯s greetings, I feel that I have no motivation to go to work! My boss scolded me today, and I actually red back at him. I felt like he was scared. Should I start preparing a new resume?"

    "Damn it! I really want to blow up something! I just got the recipe for RDXpound, I really want to try it out."

    "You can still try it in reality?"

    "Fuck off, are you asking me to blow myself up?!"

    "It has been 12 hours since I went offline. I finally experienced the pain of Makka Pakka and Quit Smoking. It hurts, it hurts so much that I can¡¯t breathe."

    "<em>Wuu wuu</em>¡­ Developer, you can be my father¡­ Please, let me log into the game!"

    "..."

    <em>Jeez!</em>

    <em>It¡¯s just not ying the game for a few days. Do they have to be this exaggerated?</em>

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect these yers to be so addicted.</em>

    Chu Guang originally thought about letting them take a few days off and rx in reality, but now it seemed that he was worrying too much. These yers were even more hardworking than himself.

    Quit Smoking, in particr, felt the sadness had be a torrent within him. ording to his ount, after losing connection the day before, he slept with his helmet on all night.

    It made Chu Guang wonder how he was able to fall asleep.

    After all, he vaguely remembered the yers in the Bull and Horse Club saying that if they wore the helmet, they could still see the reminder of the countdown and login restrictions whether they opened or closed their eyes.

    Chu Guang also couldn¡¯t figure out the technology behind the helmet. He just hoped yers wouldn¡¯t ruin their bodies, and when they couldn¡¯t go online, they would live a good life and not cause trouble to society.

    As for the issue of not being able to go online, to be honest, Chu Guang was more anxious than them.

    More than a quarter of the yers in the server couldn¡¯t y the game. If this were some triple A games, the publishers would probably need to spend millions to appease the yers.

    It could only be said that fortunately, the game was still in the alpha testing phase.

    Light: Don¡¯t panic, everyone, we have been working overtime for 48 hours in a row to try to fix the problems, and all yers who cannot log in to the game normally due to bugs will bepensated! In addition, yers who died in the mission on the battlefield today will be rewarded with limited medals! The auction of the loot will also be held online, and you can receive it normally after you log back into the game, so you don¡¯t have to worry about missing out on equipment because of death!

    Quit_smoking: Brother Light! Woohoo, please, let your programmers hurry up!

    Night Ten: As long as I can participate in the auction, everything else isn¡¯t important! I want to take the red dot sight! It¡¯s the best!

    Tail: Give me 5 silver coins and I¡¯ll treat it as if nothing happened! Give me 10 silver coins and I¡¯ll help wash the floor! ¦·(£à§Õ¡ä)¦·

    Sisi: Tail, you are not dead, why are you causing trouble here?

    Tail: Damn it, has Sisi been bought by the evil Dev?! Hurry up and spread the news out, Sisi is the Dev¡¯s mouthpiece!

    Sisi: ???

    ...

    At the same time, the prison next to the operation camp.

    Yuan Hao, who was wearing a padded jacket, turned off the off-road vehicle, threw a basket of potatoes at the door, and shouted coldly, "It¡¯s meal time."

    The prison door was opened.

    Looking at Vanus who came out from inside, Yuan Hao subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist with his right hand, guarding against his every move.

    Seeing the alertness of the man in front of him, Vanus didn¡¯t say anything and simply picked up the basket containing the potatoes, turned around, and went back into the prison.

    Looking at the closed door, then thinking of the blue coats andpatriots who died tragically in the battle that day, Yuan Hao couldn¡¯t help but spit at the door and returned to the car while cursing to himself.

    "These scumbags."

    In his opinion, there was no need to be polite with them. They shouldn¡¯t even be allowed to live in a warm prison. They should be thrown into the snow and frozen to death in the cold wind!

    They should thank them that they could still get potatoes!

 Chapter 156.1: Envoy From Boulder Town

    In the distance.

    The flying snow and more than a dozen gunshots rendered the funeral with sadness.

    The three fallen Marines were sent to the morgue, and the crew of the Pioneer held a simple funeral for them.

    In order to prevent the corpses of theirrades from being eaten by the mutants, they would freeze the corpses, store them in the morgue, and bring them back to Ideal City for burial after the triumph of the expedition.

    There were 100 people on the Pioneer when it set off, and now there were only 90 people left, and three others were lying in the Medical Pod for treatment, waiting for the prosthesis to be imnted.

    Looking at the remains of hisrade-in-arms, Lu Yang felt a little heavy and even felt a little lost.

    He didn¡¯t doubt the decision of the top management of Enterprise, and he wasn¡¯t afraid to die in the search for Shelter 0, but what worried him was that he didn¡¯t know how many people would die on their trip.

    They had just arrived at the River Valley Province, but they lost 10% of their members.

    If they continued westward deep into the wastnd...His adjutant, Yi Hai, walked up to him and said in a low voice, "We should increase the stockpile of weapons. We need at least another 500 tons. The further west we go, the more likely we will encounter the Army¡¯s forces. I¡¯m afraid¡­ Things will bepletely different then.¡±

    Lu Yang nodded. "Last night, I discussed this issue with Chief Li of the logistics department. While we need to increase the weapons reserves, we also need to actively get reinforcements from the Enterprise headquarters. I n to help the residents of Shelter 404 to strengthen their base of operations. If reinforcements from Enterprise headquarters arrive here, they can get supplies from them."

    That wasn¡¯t all.

    What worried Lu Yang was that if General as of the Army¡¯s expeditionary force learned that Shelter 404 had acquired the title of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner shortly after he lost a thousand-man brigade, that would undoubtedly tell them that Shelter 404 yed a decisive role in the oue of that war.

    Maybe General as wouldn¡¯t lose his mind over a Brigade Commander and forget what he was doing in River Valley Province.

    But it was hard to say whether they would take other retaliatory actions.

    After all, those marauders were the number one fans of the Army, and many methods of recruiting marauders and taming ves were simply copied from the Army.

    Yi Hai nodded lightly. "I think so too."

    ¡­..

    The sky was getting brighter.

    In the distant operation camp, the industrious residents of Shelter 404 have already started cooking on a fire.

    Ample Time, who was sitting in the camp, had a bandage on his left arm and a bowl in his hand. He took a sip of the noodle soup and muttered with great emotion, "Sigh, fortunately, Tomato Eggs is still alive, otherwise I wouldn¡¯t have been able to eat this bowl of noodles."

    His crossbow and his life were all saved.

    The only unfortunate thing was that Night Ten was sacrificed, Old White couldn¡¯t y for the day, and Gale lost an arm and was currently receiving treatment in the Pioneer.

    He could only eat his bowl of noodles alone.

    "I¡¯m also a constitution type yer, how can I die that easily?" Tomato Eggs, who had a ster on his face, did not forget to shout while speaking to Ample Time, "Next."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Although more than 100 people diedst night, the living people did not seem to be affected. They only sighed asionally during the chat, as if feeling sorry for the dead.

    Leaning on the water truck and eating the buns he just bought, Yuan Hao looked at the white smoke floating in the distance and couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "Maybe we should learn from their optimism."

    "Yeah..." Wei Te nodded, his eyes full of admiration and emotion. "Maybe, this is the reason why they can survive in this tragic world."

    "Speaking of which, today¡¯s soy milk is quite good."

    "Indeed! To be honest, I really wish I could leave the nting module to them... It¡¯s a waste to let the freeze-drying workshop and mobile kitchen handle those precious ingredients."

    At this time, in the direction of Linghu Lake in the south, appeared a jet-ck transport ne.

    Its shape resembled a dolphin, with a broad nose and a slender fusge. The two engines, one behind and the other at the bottom of the fusge shot blue mes, propelling the ne forward.

    The electromaic point defense turret on the top of the Pioneer aimed at it, followed its outline slowly for a while, and then fired two thick bullets as a warning.

    The sound of sonic boom forced the ne to stop andnd slowly in the open area south of the Pioneer.

    After the engine was turned off, four men wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the cabin agilely and walked towards the Pioneer.

    Many yers in the operation camp saw this scene, and their faces were full of surprises.

    "Holy shit!"

    "Helicopter without propellers!"

    "The engine that ejects blue light is so handsome..."

    "If only I could buy one!"

    "It will be a million silver coins, so go buy it."

    "Shut up, you guys, the developers will hear it."

    The Pioneer did not sound their rm for these uninvited guests, but it still entered first-levelbat readiness stage.

    The staff of the logistics department took the elevator back to the interior of the fortress, and four Marines wearing exoframes got down from the elevator to rece them.

    Leading his three teammates forward, Captain Lu Yang stared at the four in front of him and frowned slightly. "Who are you?"

    The man in the lead stepped forward and said politely, "We are from the Boulder Town Militia, my name is Li Hua."

    Lu Yang stared at him before he introduced himself, "I¡¯m Lu Yang, Captain of the Silver Wing Corporate Group¡¯s First Pioneering Corps, state your purpose of visit."

    "We don¡¯t want to intervene in your conflict, but this conflict happened on our territory after all..."

    Catching a glimpse of the fixed-wing drone flying from above the fortress out of the corner of his eye, Li Hua reluctantly raised his hands. "Don¡¯t be nervous, friends from afar. Your fight is over. We are only here for a negotiation. Can you leave the captives to us? Of course, we will pay the ransom. It¡¯s useless for you to keep them anyway, right?"

    "You¡¯re here on behalf of the Army?" Lu Yang¡¯s tone dropped.

    Li Hua said, "We are a neutral third party. Of course, if you refuse, we won¡¯t say anything. He is your captive after all, so you have the right to deal with him."

    After thinking for a while, Lu Yang said, "We cannot make decisions on our own. I have to ask our ally for their opinions."

    "Ally?" The man was stunned for a moment, then exchanged strange nces with his teammates before finally looking at Lu Yang while nodding helplessly. "Okay... We can wait."

    Someone dared to<em> intervene in the Army¡¯s affairs?</em>

    <em>Are they not scared of the consequences!?</em>

    Watching those people return to their ne, Lu Yang also brought his subordinates back to the Pioneer to contact Chu Guang.

    When the call came, Chu Guang happened to be at the office taking thepensation payment list from Luo Hua.

    It was 117,000CR and a maically confined sma machining tool.

    <em>Yes, thetter was free.</em>

    After the battle, the head of the logistics department changed his attitude and decided to repair the machine free of charge as a reward for Shelter 404 for helping out in the battle.

    However, the technology of that machining tool was rtivelyplicated; it would take about a week topletely repair it, so he needed to wait patiently for a while. Luo Hua assured Chu Guang that they would definitely deliver the thing to them before leaving.

    Of course Chu Guang didn¡¯t mind waiting, and he wasn¡¯t in a hurry.

    <em>Saving 100,000CR was already a huge profit!</em>

    The price he paid was only 117 portions of active matter. But since the Army left more than 2000 corpses, he basically didn¡¯t lose anything after tossing them into the Active Matter Extractor.

    In addition, there was also apensation of 117,000CR; whether it was used to buy guns or food, it would still be great, right?

    Of course, since the amount of materials involved in tens of thousands of CRs was toorge, Luo Hua also reminded Chu Guang that the production capacity of the Pioneer was limited. There would not be a lot of reserves, and it would take time to arrange production, so if he needed anything, he had to ce the order in advance.

    <em>For example, if he wanted assault rifles, or agricultural products.</em>

    If it couldn¡¯t be delivered before the Pioneer¡¯s departure, he could only give them the money and let them buy it from the Enterprise¡¯s caravan.

    Of course, none of those were problems for Chu Guang.

    If Shelter 404 became Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner, even if the CR could not be spent now, it wouldn¡¯t be a problem because it would eventually be used one day.

    Chu Guang was overjoyed, but he couldn¡¯t show too much excitement on his face. He felt that all his 16 points of strength were used to hold back hisughter.

    However, before he could get excited for too long, he received a call from Lu Yang...

    "Boulder Town? They want to ransom captives?" After listening to Captain Lu¡¯s words, Chu Guang was dazed.

    Two days ago, he was still wondering why there were no movements from the people in Boulder Town, but it turned out they came over very early in the morning.

    "Yes." In the hologram, Lu Yang nodded. "Their people have just arrived in the northern suburbs."

    Chu Guang asked immediately, "How did they get here?"

    Wasn¡¯t there heavy snow?!

    The road from the northern suburbs to the third ring was blocked. That was not a matter of just 10 or 20 kilometers, but a matter of climbing over a few mountains and passing a few ruins!

    The most important thing was that they didn¡¯t pass through the out-of-the-city viaduct in the north, and the Hummingbird wandering in this area didn¡¯t even see them at all.

    <em>Is it possible that they went here through theke?</em>

    Lu Yang¡¯s projection exined, "They used a twin-engine rotorless helicopter."

    "..."

    <em>Okay.</em>

    <em>I wasted my brain cells thinking¡­</em>

 Chapter 156.2: Envoy From Boulder Town

    But since they could afford to fly, they were definitely not ordinary mercenaries. Most likely, they were from the Boulder Town Militia.

    Looking at Lu Yang¡¯s hologram, Chu Guang¡¯s expression became serious, and he didn¡¯t even ask how much ransom they were going to pay. He rejected the request immediately. "We can¡¯t ept this!"

    Lu Yang asked, looking at Chu Guang, "We didn¡¯t give them an answer straight away. Before deciding what to do with those captives, I would like to know your opinion."

    <em>My opinion?</em>

    <em>What other opinion could I possibly have?</em>

    If the captives were released back and the Army¡¯s expeditionary force in the North knew that they had ruined their n, there would be a lot of trouble.

    Although the Army¡¯s expeditionary force would find out sooner orter, the possible consequences would bepletely different if the ways they found it out were different.

    If Vanus didn¡¯t go back, even if the expeditionary general knew what happened, he wouldn¡¯t necessarily send someone to the South to search for a foolish loser.

    On a snowy day, they would only be able to march slowly and when the snow stopped, the Pioneer would be long gone! It wouldn¡¯t be worth it to travel 500 kilometers to beat up a group of country bumpkins.Sending a small number of people over would be tantamount to suicide, but sending arge force over would not be worth it.

    But if Vanus was allowed to go back alive, things would bepletely different.

    What if the guy persuaded his general to give him another brigade? He mighte back to fight again.

    It was not entirely impossible.

    Taking into ount the Brigade Commander¡¯s connections within the Army and the expeditionary force, and possible kinship, Chu Guang could list at least fourpletely different possibilities.

    Lu Yang asked after a little thought, "Then what do you think is the best way to deal with this?"

    "If you don¡¯t n to take him with you when you leave, then hand over these captives to us," Chu Guang said sincerely, looking at Lu Yang in the hologram. "I¡¯ll give him a chance to redeem himself after his expeditionary force is defeated in the North, but not now."

    It was definitely not okay to let him leave, and it was not appropriate to kill him either. It was better to keep him until the Army¡¯s expeditionary force withdrew from the River Valley Province. Then it would depend on the specific situation as to whether to deal with him or give him a chance to redeem himself.

    The Army¡¯smanders were ve owners after all. Chu Guang felt like he had to find some ways to shake them down a little.

    Even if it really didn¡¯t work, it would be the same to sell him to Boulder Town when the time came.

    At the very least, during the time when the Army¡¯s expeditionary force was still in the River Valley Province, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t release an unstable factor like that back into the mountains.

    Lu Yang probably also thought of Chu Guang¡¯s considerations and he nodded. "Okay, actually I¡¯m not in favor of letting him go now. At least before we set off, we have to keep him under control to make sure he doesn¡¯t run around. Since we¡¯re on the same page, I know what to say to those messengers from Boulder Town."

    Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded lightly. "Okay, thanks."

    ...

    The jet-ck helicopter took off again, heading back towards Boulder Town located on the edge of the third-ring in Clearspring City.

    ncing at the Pioneer, which was getting farther and farther away, Li Hua had some regrets on his face.

    The militia soldier sitting next to him couldn¡¯t help asking, "Sir, are we leaving just like this?"

    Li Hua nced at him. "What else then? What better idea do you have?"N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The soldier immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

    What good ideas could he possibly have?

    He was just worried that the head of the brigade would me them for the failure of returning the Army¡¯s men.

    But speaking of which, he felt that those northern suburban bumpkins were really brave to actually get involved in the dispute between the Army and the Enterprise.

    <em>Do they want to dance in a minefield?</em>

    <em>I really don¡¯t know what they are thinking.</em>

    In the operation camp not far away.

    yers who originally thought that there would be a new plot, scattered in dissatisfaction and went about their own business.

    "What were these people here for?"

    "I don¡¯t know..."

    "Who do you think those people would be?"

    "The equipment is different from the Enterprise¡­ Is it someone from Boulder Town?"

    "Possibly. "

    At twelve o¡¯clock in the morning in the wastnd, and noon tomorrow in real time, there would be a loot auction on the official website.

    Judging from the pictures posted in the announcement, there would be a lot of good things on the auction list. Many yers who were still online have decided that it was better to make a little bit more money before the auction started. In this way, when the auction began, they would be able to buy the equipment they liked.

    Meanwhile, on the Pioneer.

    Gale, who was lying on the medical bed, looked at his right hand in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

    That was a mechanical hand.

    The shiny steel shell looked quite sturdy and heavy, but it didn¡¯t affect its flexibility in the slightest.

    Honestly, it didn¡¯t feel like a prosthetic at all. It was almost like it grew out of him!

    When he was lying in the trenches, he almost thought that he was going to die and apany Night Ten to wait for the respawn cooldown on the official website, but he didn¡¯t expect that a soldier wearing an exoskeleton would rescue him and put him on a stretcher after saying something he couldn¡¯t understand to him.

    In short, he, who couldn¡¯t die in time, seemed to be the only seriously injured person who survived.

    To save him, the people on the Pioneer carried him onto the operating table, gave him anesthesia¡­ and then Gale was disconnected from the game.

    In reality, he spent the entire afternoon doing nothing interesting. At night, Gale just put on his helmet with the mentality of trying it out, but he didn¡¯t expect to be sessfully connected.

    And when he woke up from hisa, he found himself like that.

    The next second, the door of the infirmary opened.

    A doctor in a surgical gown entered the room. "Oh, you are awake? How are you feeling now?"

    "¡­"

    <em>What is this guy talking about?</em>

    <em>No subtitles either.</em>

    Seeing that he didn¡¯t speak, the doctor sighed softly and continued, "Sorry, we¡¯ve done our best. Over 90% of the tissue in your right hand was necrotic, so we could only amputate you. Later we checked your nervous system and found that your neurons were unexpectedly active, which met the perfect condition for a prosthetic imnt. Therefore, we installed this robotic arm for you.

    "Compared with bionic prosthetics, this robotic arm may be less convenient in life, but it is quite convenient to carry heavy objects and operate instruments. We don¡¯t have the ability to make a bionic prosthesis here, but if you expect to have the same feeling as the original, you can pay attention to the passing caravans from Enterprise... If you are lucky, you should be able to buy it."

    Gale couldn¡¯t understand what the doctor was saying, he only felt that this new arm was so badass. He almost couldn¡¯t wait to run to his friends and show off his new arm.

    <em>Oh no, it should be to share the good news with them!</em>

    Although he couldn¡¯t die in time to get the benefit of the death glitch, what he experienced was clearly much better.

    When the doctor finished speaking, Gale nodded earnestly. "Thank you!"

    A smile appeared on the doctor¡¯s face. Although he also didn¡¯t understand what Gale said, he could still distinguish the patient¡¯s expression. "You¡¯re wee, this is what we should do!"

    ...

    Gale took the elevator off the Pioneer and returned to the operation camp just to hear the conversations of the surrounding yers.

    "The collection mission seems to have one more item... Going to the construction site in the northern urban area to carry stones. What is this for? Are they going to produce cement again?"

    "I don¡¯t know. But who cares? Anyway, the reward is quite high, so let¡¯s just take a look.¡±

    After the battle, there seemed to be a soft update in the game. Although the bug of the expansion pack was still not fixed, a lot of new missions were added, so there was a shortage of workers in the operation camp.

    In addition to the mission of recycling garbage, Luca also released some missions to collect stones and drive trucks.

    Two of the trucks seized from the Army before were given to the operation camp. And the ally¡¯s fortress seemed to have something new. A modr production tool was deployed next to the operation camp.

    Judging from the materials stacked next to it, the module seemed to be producing cement¡­

    It was just that Gale still didn¡¯t quite understand what was happening.

    <em>What did these people want cement for? Were they also nning to build a permanent fortification here?</em>

    At this time, Ample Time came over and was about to say hello to Gale, but then he noticed Gale¡¯s new arm and couldn¡¯t help but be shocked. "Holy shit?! What happened to your arm?"

    A smug smile appeared on Gale¡¯s face as he replied, "I don¡¯t know. It was like this when I woke up."

    "Let¡¯s go!" Ample Time reached out to pull him excitedly.

    "What?"

    "There seems to be a group of mutated snow wolves on the battlefield in Elm District. I don¡¯t know where they came from. In short, it affects our recovery of cloned corpses." Ample Time stuffed a bag of javelins into Gale¡¯s hand, and said with a smile, "I just received a mission to drive away the mutant snow wolves, so why don¡¯t you try it too?"

    Gale also had this n. He wanted to test the power of this mechanical arm, so he weighed the feather-like bag of javelins in his hand, and nodded. "Okay... When do we leave?"

    "Let¡¯s go now! The truck to Elm District is about to leave, let¡¯s hurry up and catch the truck."

    The engineer and logistics staff standing next to the cement production workshop looked up at the backs of the two yers.

    "... They¡¯re going hunting?"

    "It seems so."

    "I always feel that the man with the javelins looks a little familiar."

    "I remember him. He was the one who was rescued from the battlefield yesterday, and his arm was blown off by the explosion. Section Chief Li personally arranged for him to have a prosthetic imnt surgery, so I guess he just woke up..."

    As they spoke, their faces both showed admiration.

    As soon as that man got off the operating table, he went out hunting with a weapon!

    <em>How tough is someone like that?!</em>

 Chapter 157: Is It Finally Our Turn? - Intelligence Type Players

    Elm District.

    On the edge of a concrete wall that was covered with vines and bullet holes, a certain noise of something breaking through the air resounded.

    Before the snow wolf, who was lying on the ground and biting on a corpse, could react, it was already mmed into a tree trunk by a javelin.

    Ample Time, holding a mechanicalpound bow, stepped forward and checked the prey that was already dead. When he saw the short javelin piercing the tree trunk, he couldn¡¯t help but click his tongue, "This is too powerful!"

    The trunk of the tree was as thick as thighs.

    If he was asked to shoot it with an arrow, he wouldn¡¯t be able to prate it without charging up for some time..

    <em>No, even with 80% of the charge, it would still not be enough. Unless it was an arrow made of pure steel.</em>

    Gale looked at his right hand, shock written all over his face. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "... So strong."

    "Gale¡­" "What?"

    "Make sure to wipe your butt with another hand."

    "Get lost!"

    Gale walked forward and pulled the javelin out. But he didn¡¯t expect that he was only able to pull half of it out, leaving the other half behind the trunk.

    As for the mutant snow wolf, there was no need to look at it at all, it couldn¡¯t be more dead.

    Ample Time continued, "The strength of your right hand should be at least 30 points. It feels like it is enough to prate steel tes. If you think outside the box, you don¡¯t have to just throw javelins, you can also throw knives, arrows, stones, or even bricks¡­ Damn, I suddenly feel that Old White¡¯s strength type sequence ispletely useless. He could be beaten up by anyone with a mechanical arm."

    "Not necessarily." Gale shook his head and said, "I remember Light saying in the group earlier that the bottlenecks of each gic sequence is level 10. The strength type should be able to unlock exclusive skills after level 10. Otherwise, leveling up will be useless if wepare it to using machinery."

    The strength type yers would probably be fine. At worst, they could install a mechanical arm. The ones that shouldin were mutant yers. After all, they were born with a debuff that hindered them in operatingplex machinery, not to mention the sad intelligence attribute they had.

    If the game couldn¡¯t make up for this shoring through skills in theter stage, the mutant sequence would bepletely useless. Gale estimated that there would definitely be new changes after the tenth level.

    "Yes," Ample Time nodded, "Now that you said it, I also remembered that the Bloodhand n¡¯s Boss almost broke through before dying."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Yeah, and... I feel that this mechanical arm should have certain requirements for intelligence sequence." Looking at the broken javelin in his hand, Gale said thoughtfully, "It doesn¡¯t feel anything when using it normally, but if the output power is increased, I will feel slightly dizzy. I¡¯m not sure of the reason for this phenomenon, and I haven¡¯t seen a simr description on the official website."

    Ample Time touched his chin with interest, and suddenly said, "Speaking of which, what is the power supply for your robotic arm?"

    Gale froze for a moment and said, "I don¡¯t know, but there is a charging port here."

    Saying that, Gale lifted his sleeve and showed the hole in his arm.

    Ample Time stared for a while and said, "More than one hole, one on the forearm, one on the shoulder... I don¡¯t think all of them are charging ports."

    "What do you think they are used for?"

    Ample Time rubbed his chin and mumbled, "Look at this hole in the shoulder, it has two bars outside, so it¡¯s definitely a fixed card slot. I guess it¡¯s used to connect to the neural interface of the externally imnted plug-in. Maybe in the future, you can install¡­ Um¡­ You might be able to install another arm?"

    ¡°..."

    <em>Another one? So he would be Doctor Octopus?</em>

    <em>Actually, it sounded pretty awesome! </em>

    However, in reality, he didn¡¯t have a third arm. So after this non-existent arm was installed, how should he use it¡­ Wait...

    Gale suddenly raised his head, looked at Ample Time, and said, "Do you remember the description of the intelligence type on the official website? I remember it said that the intelligence type attribute will affect the operation and ess quantity of the neural ess device."

    Ample Time nodded. "I was thinking about this just now. Maybe mechanical transformation is the correct way to y the intelligence type Combat Profession. If the store opens up the purchase of imnted prostheses, maybe the future of intelligence sequence ising!"

    <em>s, the future is finally here!</em>

    Gale suddenly felt like he wanted to cry.

    He felt like he had waited for a long time, and his ss was finally buffed by the developers.

    Ample Time frowned. "But you have to be careful. My mechanical bow can still be picked up if I drop it. But if you die¡­ Even if the arm can be recovered, I feel like it¡¯s not easy to put it back."

    Gale held his right arm, and said calmly, "Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll take care of my legendary arm."

    Amused by the guy¡¯s serious expression, Ample Time said with a smile, "Yeah, you¡¯d better be. By the way, don¡¯t show off your new arm on the forumter."

    "... Why?"

    Looking at Gale who was clearly nning to show off on the forum, Ample Time said with a faint sigh, "Brother, do you know how many people finished themselves offst night because of their injuries? I estimate at least a quarter of the 117."

    It¡¯s a robotic arm, alright!

    Not to mention the yers who died, yers like him who had been slightly injured and could be healed by a bandage would definitely be envious of this guy¡¯s luck!

    Gale, who had always been calm, also became nervous when he thought of the possibility that other yers would be moring to nerf his legendary arm.

    "Then I¡¯ll make up a storyter..."

    "Yeah¡­ It¡¯s better like this," Ample Time nodded, "You can just say that you saved their leader¡¯s life, and you traded your life for an arm. This reason is much better than you lying on the ground waiting to die, and then waking up with a mechanical arm installed."

    Gale nodded quickly.

    "Okay, I¡¯ll do as you said!"

    "I¡¯ll say so when someone asks me."

    ¡­

    Boulder Town.

    A vertical take-off andnding ne flew over the towering concrete wall, over the outer urban area, andnded on the apron of the outer building in the inner city.

    With three teammates, Li Hua jumped off the stationary ne, walked towards the officer waiting on the edge of the apron, and gave a military salute.

    "Commander, the mission failed, the other party refused to hand over the prisoners of war, and refused to conduct further discussions on the issue of ransom."

    The middle-aged man who looked like an officer nodded and did not me them. "Okay, I understand, you can take a rest."

    "Yes, sir!"

    One had to be very careful when dealing with the disputes between the Army and the Enterprise. If they angered the Army, it may cause the war to spread to Clearspring City.

    Provoking the Enterprise would also be a problem. Although they were far away, and it was unrealistic to send troops directly, as long as the other party raised the regional risk rating and tightened their bank¡¯s loan funding for trade routes, it would immediately cut the number of caravans from the East Coast by half; they would lose hundreds of millions of chips in one year.

    So whoever won the fight in the end, they still had to go.

    It would be best if they could do one party a favor and buy the prisoners of war.

    It didn¡¯t matter if their n to be a peacemaker failed, at least they tried. When the messenger from either side came to ask, there would be an exnation.

    ...

    Outside the outpost, the snow had stopped for a while.

    Yu Hu, who was carrying a hunting bow, walked all the way, and finally saw the outline of the south gate. But what confused him was that there seemed to be a lot less people here than usual.

    <em>Did they all go out?</em>

    The guards at the gate recognized his face and let him go after routinely checking the pass.

    The chimneys of the industrial area were still fuming with smoke, and the sound of beating metal wafted from the half-covered factory building from time to time. It seemed that there should be someone inside.

    Without staying too long in the industrial area to the south, Yu Hu went straight to the main building of the nursing home.

    There was a room with a sign there. Yu Hu didn¡¯t know what was written on the sign. He only knew that it was a bank and also where his little sister worked.

    This job was very easy. Most yers with VMs had already used electronic payment, and only neers would use metal currency.

    When there was free time, Xiaoyu would read a book while sitting at the wooden table by the door.

    Arriving at the door of the bank and looking at Xiaoyu sitting at the wooden table reading a book, Yu Hu finally heaved a sigh of relief. "Xiaoyu, how have you been?"

    "Elder Brother?" Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at her second brother standing at the door in surprise. She put down the book in her hand, and asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

    Yu Hu said with a smile, "I¡¯m worried about you. Last night there was such a big light in the north. Big brother, sister-inw, and mom and dad were all worried about you. So I came here to check on you."

    Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow and mumbled, "I¡¯m fine. That bright light? I saw itst night too. But it¡¯s quite far from here, so it¡¯s fine."

    "I¡¯m relieved that you¡¯re alright," Yu Hu said with relief, looking at his sister who was safe and sound. "Remember to eat more meat, you can grow taller by eating meat."

    Xiaoyu shook her head like a rattle.

    "I can¡¯t eat too much. If I eat too much, I¡¯ll get fat."

    "It¡¯s better to get fat!"

    Xiaoyu frowned, "No, it¡¯s not!"

    Yu Hu felt that his little sister was good at everything, but she was just a little too stubborn. As far back as he could remember, he never won any argument against her, so he could only sigh and stop fighting with her.

    "Forget it, you don¡¯t understand, and I don¡¯t want to argue with you¡­ Speaking of which, what book are you reading? Is it good?"

    Xiaoyu looked at her confused elder brother with a smile, and said ostentatiously, "This is thenguage that Big Brother Chu and the others are speaking in! Xiaoyu is now learning a newnguage!"

    Yu Hu, who was ying with the book, said dumbfoundedly, "Ah? Wouldn¡¯t that confuse you?"

    Xiaoyu said proudly, "No, Xiaoyu is very smart! Brother Chu said that as long as I study hard, I will be rewarded with candy."

    Yu Hu looked envious.

    But it was not that he envied his little sister for having a book.

    <em>Candies.</em>

    He also wanted to eat those...

    Seeing that his little sister was doing well here, even looking much better than when she was at home, the only worry in Yu Hu¡¯s heart was gone.

    He nned to say hello to Chu Guang before leaving, but unfortunately, he wasn¡¯t there. The old man in charge of the warehouse said that he seemed to be going north, and he just left a few minutes ago.

    Thinking of the nuclear explosion in the northst night, Yu Hu couldn¡¯t help but be a little worried, hoping that the ce where Chu Guang was going would not be too dangerous.

    Every year on Baker Street, there were one or two unlucky guys who got sick from radiation. Because they couldn¡¯t afford expensive radiation-reduction agents, they had to lie in their beds until they died.

    Compared to radiation itself, those mutants attracted by radiation would be more dangerous, and the probability of breeding dangerous species would be much higher than in other ces.

    <em>In any case, may he live long.</em>

    <em>In this ruined world, there are too few people who are as kind as Big Brother Chu!</em>

    ¡­.

    <em>"Achoo."</em>

    Chu Guang, who was sitting in the light truck, sneezed suddenly without warning, and Xia Yan, who was sitting beside him, shot him a look.

    "Have you caught a cold?"

    "No, it¡¯s probably because someone was thinking about me."

    Originally, he just said it casually, but he didn¡¯t know what was wrong with the woman sitting next to him because she suddenly red at him.

    "Who¡­ Who was thinking about you?! Don¡¯t be so full of yourself."

    "...?"

    <em>What the heck?</em>

    While they were talking, the truck had driven to the side of the Pioneer.

    Chu Guang jumped out of the truck and gave theme Xia Yan a hand.

    After getting off the truck, Xia Yan nced left and right, looked at the huge steel tform and crawler track, and looked at the production workshop that kept rumbling next to it, then said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, why did you bring me here? Is there a new job? For the record, I don¡¯t want to be too far away from the shelterer, and I don¡¯t want to live outside..."

    <em>Huh?</em>

    <em>This woman is really fussy.</em>

    Chu Guang sighed softly, "Okay, it¡¯s decided, I¡¯ll keep you outside for two days."

    When she heard that she really needed to work somewhere else, Xia Yan muttered in a low voice with a bitter look on her face, "Hey... If you have any opinions on me, tell me, I can change."

    Chu Guang nced at her without saying a word and took her directly to the elevator of the Pioneer. A woman in a white winter suit had been waiting there for a long time and smiled at the two of them.

    Her name was Wu Ya. She was a medical staff in the logistics department of the Pioneer. She specialized in surgery and research rted to imntation of prostheses.

    Walking in front of her, Chu Guang went straight to the point. "Dr. Wu, This is theme woman, I¡¯ll leave her to you."

    Being amused by the nickname, Dr. Wu looked at him with a smile and said, "Please rest assured, we are professionals."

    "Mhm, just don¡¯t kill her."

    "?! HUH?! Wait, what do you mean by her not killing me?" Confused by this conversation, Xia Yan¡¯s face turned white while she nervously took a step back. "You¡­ What are you going to do to me?"

    Wu Ya couldn¡¯t hold back after all, she burst outughing, before frowning at Chu Guang. She then said to her patient, "Your boss is joking with you. He bought a mechanical prosthesis for you, and I will install it for youter. Please rest assured, prosthetic imnt surgery is a very mature technology here, and there is less than a 1% chance of an ident. Even if there is an ident, the risk ispletely controble."

    <em>Imnting a prosthesis?</em>

    <em>Operation?</em>

    Xia Yan was stunned.

    After a while, she looked at Chu Guang in disbelief.

    "You..."

    Knowing what she wanted to say, and knowing that the dumb woman wouldn¡¯t be able to say anything nice to thank him, Chu Guang waved his hand indifferently, indicating that she could stop. "You don¡¯t need to thank me, just work hard and repay me."

    After dropping his final sentence, he walked towards the operation camp. The yers in the camp were still waiting for him to arrange work for them.

    Looking at the back of Chu Guang who was leaving, Xia Yan was slightly dazed, and her mood gradually filled withplicated emotions.

    <em>Imnting a prosthesis...</em>

    <em>That should be very expensive, right?</em>

    <em>At least, it¡¯s very expensive in Boulder Town.</em>

    She had seen it in the shop window several times. Some powerful imnts were evenparable to an android with elementary intelligence. Even people with citizenship would shake their heads when they saw it, saying that they couldn¡¯t afford it..

    Generally speaking, only powerful mercenaries or private guards hired by big bosses had the opportunity to use such expensive equipment.

    Honestly speaking, after losing one of her legs, she basically had no hope for the future. Even though Chu Guang once told her that if she did well, he would give her a new leg, she never took it seriously and merely treated it as a joke.

    After all, that was something worth tens of thousands of chips. How could it be used on someone like her...

    Let alone the fact that he had said it jokingly when they first met.

    "Do you need me to wait for you?" Walking to her side, Dr. Wu Ya said softly, "Anyway, you are myst patient today."

    Pulling up the cor to hide her red ears, Xia Yan grabbed the cane stuck in the snow again, turned to look at the elevator and whispered, "No..."

    "Let¡¯s go."

 Chapter 158: AAlpha 0.8, New Stronghold System

    Although Gale acted very low-key under the advice of Ample Time, a pure steel arm was too eye-catching.

    Once the two returned to the operation camp, they were immediately surrounded by yers.

    Especially the intelligence type yers; they were so excited that they were about to cry, and they all gathered around to shake hands with Gale, almost scratching ayer of paint off his legendary arm.

    "Damn it! Why didn¡¯t I encounter something good like that?!"

    "I don¡¯t care, unless they give me one as well, I will tell everyone that they must have some kind of dirty deal behind the scenes!"

    "<em>Wuwuwu</em>, please, please give me one legendary arm as well, dear developers, I will definitely light an incense for you every day!"

    "Light is going to adjust your luck to 0 after this. He will arrange for you to be the next person to be killed by the plot."

    "Oh no! I was wrong, Light! I didn¡¯t mean to curse you!"

    In short, Gale, who had obtained a mechanical arm, was very popr for a few days, and he had shown off his arms so many times that he could even do tricks when ying with javelins, throwing knives, or even bricks.There were also extremely misleading and irresponsible reports for neers on the forum. For example, they were making stupid posts like: "The divine ss of the current version, the weakest sequence intelligence type is about to rise!" And "The era of prosthetics ising, and the strength type will eventually be useless!"

    Plus, it was not just the yers who were having fun.

    Since her prosthetic leg was installed, Xia Yan had be more cheerful and strolled around the base every day whenever she was free.

    <em>This was a good thing.</em>

    <em>Exercise is good for health.</em>

    However, the way Xia Yan looked at him recently made Chu Guang feel a little ufortable.

    How was he supposed to put it?

    The feeling was as if she had owed him tens of thousands of Chinese Yuan, and he couldn¡¯t tell whether she was feeling guilty or embarrassed. Chu Guang was forced to do sales for many years because of his situation in the previous life, but he had never seen such an expression in the eyes of his customers.

    After all, he felt that it was moremon for honest-looking people to be taken advantage of¡­

    Chu Guang himself didn¡¯t mind it, but she actually did.

    "If you don¡¯t feelfortable using it, you can have surgery again to remove it."

    Xia Yan immediately ducked to the side. "No way! Do you know how painful that surgery was?"

    "I don¡¯t know. The doctor didn¡¯t give you anesthesia?"

    "She did, but it took me a long time to finally get used to it." Xia Yan suddenly lowered her voice. "By the way, this prosthetic leg is not cheap, right?"

    Chu Guang chuckled and didn¡¯t answer.

    <em>Well, duh?!</em>

    <em>Is there any cheap stuff amongst E-ss goods?</em>

    <em>Even if it does not involve any restricted technology, its design and craftsmanship are still definitely top-notch.</em>

    However, Xia Yan was also lucky. The Pioneer did not have the ability to produce bionic prosthetics, but they just happened to have two right legs left in the reserve.

    Chu Guang had to bargain with Li De for a while before he finally got a good deal.

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn¡¯t answer, Xia Yan asked again in a low voice, "... How much were they?"

    "One million silver coins."

    Xia Yan red at him angrily. "... I¡¯m asking you seriously."

    "Ten million silver coins."

    "!!!"

    Xia Yan really had no sense of humor. He just said two numbers casually, but she gritted her teeth and almost rushed up to bite him. But in the end, she didn¡¯t really do it.

    Looking at Xia Yan who stomped her feet angrily and went back to work at the weapon shop, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t find a reason to deduct her sry.

    He nced left and right at the sparsely popted outpost and sighed softly in his heart. "I should hurry up and open level B3..."

    <em>I really miss the yers...</em>

    The gamey of the expansion pack had changed. After the transportation route was opened, all yers went to the operation camp to explore the wastnd.

    There were only a few Lifestyle Profession yers who were entertaining themselves and stayed in the industrial area to ponder those little tricks that were not useful in life. So the outpost was rather deserted.

    Just like that, time passed day by day.

    On the seventh day of withdrawal, yers finally got an announcement from the official website of Wastnd Online.

    Their looks of anticipation and excitement were really pitiful. It could be seen that they were suffering each day they couldn¡¯t go online.

    However, after reading the content of the announcement, the mood of the yers quickly fell into a deeper abyss.

    The content of the announcement was not the bug fix they expected, but a brand new version update!

    <em>God damn it! This damnpany is teasing them again! </em>

    ¡­¡­

    <strong>[Wastnd Online closed-alpha server Alpha 0.8 version update announcement.]</strong>

    <strong>[Major update] </strong>

    1. The number of yers in the alpha test has been increased to 500.

    2. New "stronghold system" and gamey!

    <strong>[Optimization]</strong>

    1. Optimized the outpost quartermaster¡¯s AI and added personality attributes to NPCs. It seems that the serious-looking Luo Hua is actually an alcoholic. The taciturn Ace actually likes fluffy things, and is even willing to pay for it.

    2. Xia Yan now has a prosthetic leg and no longer needs a crutch. So if you make her angry in the future, she may beat you up.

    3. Even richer varieties of food. Today¡¯s rmended recipes include sesame soy milk and glutinous rice ball soup.

    4. Fixed a few bugs. (The bug that prevented yers from resurrecting still has not yet been fixed.)N?v(el)B\\jnn

    5....

    <strong>[</strong>As the number of yers further increases, the yer manual and user agreement have been updated to the XX version, and the Army, Enterprise, Academy and other full-map force contact agreements have been added. yers who have obtained qualification for closed alpha testing should check it in time, so as not to bring a bad game experience to you and others.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Current Number of applications: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    ...

    Development Log of Alpha 0.8 Version

    Light: Hello everyone, I am your dearest game designer, Light! Afterst night¡¯s death lotto draw, our production manager gotpletely wasted, so our programmers and designers finally got the sry they wanted, and we got a new version, the revolutionary Alpha 0.8! Although I say this every time, this time I¡¯m as serious asst time!

    - We often think about how to build a humanputer interaction-friendly virtualmunity for Wastnd Online, which focuses on open world gamey, instead of an uncontroble and disorderly world.

    - So in the Alpha 0.8 version, we made a decision that went against our ancestors and added a special gamey to Wastnd Online that traditional MMORPGs do not have. Namely, the stronghold system!

    - We mentioned in the promises we made before that the strongholds belonging to the yers in the game will gradually develop and grow with the yers¡¯ behavior. With the assistance of our allies, the operation camp is developing rapidly and will soon be our second stronghold, connecting the Elm District and the abandoned towns in the north, and attracting caravans passing through the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    - Now that we have quantified this process, the prosperity of the yer¡¯s stronghold will be updated in the form of data cards in the VM¡¯s map. Each mission youplete will umte a progress bar for the growth of the stronghold! You will witness the growth of a survivor stronghold from depression to prosperity. This will not only be reflected on the shelves of the NPC store but also reflected in the faces of the residents!

    - For yers, we have added a Regional Prestige attribute and integrated it into the interface of the VM. yers can select the corresponding survivor stronghold to view it.

    - Friendly behavior, generous donations, and development-rted missions will increase your reputation in the survivor stronghold. Conversely, unfriendly behavior will cause you to be punished and your reputation in the area will be deducted.

    - When your reputation value is between -100~1000, your prestige level will be set as <em>Neutral</em>. You can freely take regr missions and trade goods at this level. But to the people living there, you are just an insignificant traveler.

    - When your reputation reaches 1000, your prestige level will be upgraded to <em>Friendly</em>. People will start to value your opinion and see you as a close friend. When shopping in the area, you will get discounts, unlock more missions, and be allowed to run a business in the area.

    - And when your reputation reaches 10,000, your prestige level will increase to <em>Respect</em>. People will recognize your existence and think that you have brought prosperity to them. Besides the ess to additional exciting missions, you can also hold some special public positions to show your personal value.

    - When your reputation reaches 100,000 and above, your prestige level will be raised to <em>Worship</em>, and NPCs will regard you as a benefactor, a hero, or even a great person! They will carve your name on the square and even build a statue for you. And you will not only unlock new achievements, but also have the opportunity to hold an important position in the city hall and can also make suggestions for the future development of the survivor stronghold¡­ To sum it up, it is like an RPG game with SLG gamey, doesn¡¯t it sound great?

    - When a yer¡¯s reputation is lower than -100, the rtionship level will drop to <em>Hostile</em>, and the yer will be banned from entering the survivor stronghold, unable to receive missions in the area. Your rtionship with the stronghold can only be slowly repaired over time, about 1 point a day.

    - When your reputation is lower than -1000, the rtionship level will be reduced to <em>Hatred</em>. You will be actively attacked, or even be a bounty mission target for other yers...

    - Of course, you don¡¯t need to worry too much about this. After all, it is basically impossible for your reputation to drop so much at once before you are targeted by the guards and sent back underground.

    - It is worth noting that regional prestige is different from contribution points. Contribution is your contribution to the faction, which is about your status and privileges, but prestige is your prestige in each region within the faction, and it is about people¡¯s evaluation of you. At present, the reputation system is limited to the faction, and the survivor strongholds of other non-yer factions do not have this concept.

    - The above is the stronghold system of this update and rted gamey. For more details, please explore the game by yourself. We are currently working on developing the profession system that may or may not be released in the next version.

    The Alpha 0.8 version update announcement and development log were released on the official website¡¯s bulletin board and forum respectively. After doing these things, Chu Guang quickly slipped away.

    Unsurprisingly.

    The forum was instantly flooded by 117+1+6 yers with withdrawal reactions.

    Quit Smoking: Wait, what about the bug that prevents resurrection?! It¡¯s been a week! When can it be fixed?? QAQ

    Elf Wang: Damn, the new version is already here, but the bug has not been fixed yet?!

    Mosquito: Where is yourpany?! (¨s¡ã§¥¡ã)¨s

    Irene: What do you want to do, I advise you to be kind. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Since the forum was full of angryints, yers discussing the new version didn¡¯t dare to make a sound. They all slipped into the small groups to discuss.

    Only the cloud gamersughed and teased these unlucky guys.

    <em>Is it a problem to miss one version?</em>

    <em>We have already missed a few versions and a few expansion packs, but did we say anything? Moreover, the number of applications has exceeded 10,000, but we haven¡¯t even touched the helmet yet!</em>

    <em>So calm down, will you?!</em>

    ...

    Meanwhile...

    Bull and Horse Club.

    After seeing the updated content, Ample Time, who was still alive in the game, typed down the data card newly added on the VM map page and sent it to the group manually.

    <strong>[Stronghold: Outpost]</strong>

    <strong>[Outpost Level: </strong>Vige (LV1)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Prosperity: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Industrial Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Business Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Demand: </strong>Food, Weapons, Building Materials<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Tendency: </strong>Exploration (revenue from scavenging tasks +10%), Industrialization (revenue from factory orders and production tasks +10%)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Regional Prestige: </strong>0 (Neutral)<strong>]</strong>

    Prosperity was mainly affected by NPC poption, living conditions, and the number of public facilities. The higher the prosperity, the higher the number of missions and the upper limit of mission ie.

    The industrial index was rted to productivity. Strongholds with a high industrial index had stronger logistical capabilities, cheaper equipment, and lower prices for industrial products.

    Business index, as the name suggested, had a stronger and more prosperous market, and is more affected by foreign trade than domestic sales. That was manifested by more tradable varieties, more frequent caravans, traders, and other factors.

    As for demand, it was probable that such materials could be sold at a better price in the area, while the tendency was simr to the reward bonus buff obtained when a yer receives a mission from the stronghold.

    For example, one can get a higher ie by doing logging missions in a base thatcks wood.

    That was very reasonable.

    As for regional prestige, it was rted to the yer¡¯s individual attribute, and everyone¡¯s initial value was set at 0.

    Completing missions that could bring prosperity to the local area may increase prestige, or when the localsck a certain material, giving them what they need can also increase the stat.

    The gamey was instantly enriched with this feature.

    Mosquito: What about the operation camp? I¡¯m a little curious about the current level of the operation camp!

    Ample Time: The operation camp has no data card, and the prosperity is 15. I suppose that after the prosperity reaches 100, it can grow into a survivor stronghold and unlock the corresponding data card.

    Ample Time: Also, Baker Street¡¯s prosperity is actually at 140, but the industrial and business indexes are very low, at 10 and 20 respectively, it barely reached the double digits.

    Old White: It seems that this prosperity is mainly affected by the number of NPCs.

    Ample Time: Maybe, my guess is that the yer¡¯s influence on the degree of prosperity is mainly reflected in the form of missions and transactions, and does not contribute to the poption. After all,pared to NPCs with a fixed range of activities, the yers¡¯ range of activities will be veryrge.

    Night Ten: <em>Wuwuwu</em>, I regret it! I thought this bug would take at most three days to fix. But now, I haven¡¯t yed the game for a week! And even Alpha 0.8 also came out. QAQ

    Old White: Don¡¯t panic, it¡¯s not just you who cannot y the game. Everyone feels the same. I heard that thepensation will be increased. ??

    Night Ten: Sigh. Compensation or not is a small matter. It¡¯s mainly because I want to move bricks.

    Gale: Find a factory in real life.

    Night Ten: Get lost. Doing it in real life is very tiring, and I have to take sses during the day! Whereas if I y the game for one night, I can still feel refreshed the next day.

    Old White: Speaking of which, Ample Time, what do you think of this update? Should we farm the reputation stat?

    Ample Time: I specte that regional prestige should be for individual yers. If we go for the guild route, there is no need to deliberately farm it. The main thing is to umte contribution points.

    Old White: What makes you think that way?

    Ample Time: As it said in the development log, contribution points are the contribution to the faction, but the regional prestige is the yer¡¯s reputation in a certain city in the faction. Didn¡¯t Light say it before? A higher status level will be unlockedter, allowing yers to form guilds and build their own survivor strongholds. Different from NPC towns, yers¡¯ self-built strongholds probably would not have regional prestige settings, at least not for guild members themselves.

    Ample Time: As for prestige, even if you reach a maximum of 100,000 and reach the worship level, you can only get a position in the city hall or be a mayor of the city at most. Although you can make changes to the development of the stronghold, I feel that it will still be dominated by NPCs in the end.

    Gale: Indeed, both Northshire Abbey and Goldshire Town cannot be handed to yers for management. That would affect the game experience of other yers too much. At least the NPC strongholds rted to the main line and important branch lines still have to be controlled by NPCs. From the perspective of a game designer, that should be the way to go.

    Night Ten: Does this game have a main storyline?

    Gale: Of course there is, have you forgotten the deration under the banner of the Federation of People? ??

    Night Ten: Uh, right, there was such a setting when we first entered the game, I almost forgot. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Gale: You need to be careful. Otherwise, you might end up being sent back underground. ??

    Night Ten: No way, I¡¯ve made contributions to the shelter, and shed blood for the Federation of People! But I have to say, it¡¯s really ufortable not to be able to y the game, and the penalty for breaking the rules in this game is too harsh.

    Quit Smoking: Are you feeling worse than me!? I feel like I¡¯m being torn apart! (crying)

    Old White: Hahaha, Brother Quit Smoking is indeed really unlucky!

    Ample Time: Yeah. Truly iparable. In terms of the fastest death, no one canpete with you.

    Quit Smoking: T.T

    Chu Guang, who was silently watching the chat, smiled.

    As he expected, the yers who knew him best were in this group.

    <em>Very nice!</em>

 Chapter 159: NOT ENOUGH MONEY, SIR

    ?The fifth ring in the northern suburb of Clearspring City.

    On the twentieth floor of an office building on the edge of the elevated ring road, the crooked corridors were covered with dark green slime mold and corroded moss.

    The orange-yellow tracer bullets wove a in the corridor, the scorching airflow almost set the air on fire, and the center of the fire was a three-meter-tall humanoid beast.

    Its skin had beenpletely keratinized, and its muscles were pitch ck. With its arms protecting its head, it was actually pushing forward two steps against the electromaically elerated bullets.

    But two steps was all it could do.

    <em>"Roar!"</em>

    After letting out an unwilling roar, the three-meter-high tyrant finally fell heavily under the concentrated fire of Gauss rifles.

    With five exoframes, there was absolutely no reason to lose on this terrain.

    After Lu Yang gestured, the exoframe-d team members pushed forward and continued to advance along the corridor full of slime mold until they came to the edge of a heavy alloy door.One of the team members walked to the door, took out a thumb-width thread from their forearm armor, and connected it to the touch screen on the right side of the door.

    "The key has been obtained... Sessfully entered safe mode."

    "Open the door."

    "Copy."

    The door panel trembled and slowly opened to both sides.

    A burst of stale air brushed against them.

    Looking at the ash on the ground, Lu Yang felt a burst of joy in his heart.

    Leaving two team members at the door, he walked in with the other two. Looking around, the excited expression on his face became more and more obvious.

    "Theparison results are consistent..."

    "We found it!"

    <em>CO2 traps!</em>

    One of the indispensable basic public facilities for high-density urban agglomerations.

    In the Prosperity Era, carbon emissions in areas with high concentration of poption and industries were terrifyingly high. Relying on traditional green nts to absorb excess carbon dioxide was obviously not enough. Even if the entire city was filled with green nts, it was impossible to absorb so much greenhouse gas. Oxygen deficiency would be another major development problem after the urban heat ind effect.

    After the Federation of People entered the mid-Prosperity Era, a widely adopted solution was to apply the carbon self-sustaining technology that had been used in activities in outer space.

    That was to install a carbon dioxide treatment device on a specific floor of a high-rise building to convert carbon dioxide into other carbon-containingpounds through multipleplex chemical processes so that the air level in the area could reach a livable level while producing some industrial raw materials simultaneously.

    It was said that with a mere half-floor space, the carbon dioxide processed every year wasparable to an entire forest or seaweed in a sea area.

    The group searched carefully in the facility and soon found a backup thermonuclear fusion power generation machine that had been shut down.

    After entering the Wastnd Era, carbon emissions in the Federation of People had dropped sharply, even to the level before the Industrial Revolution. Naturally, those carbon traps stopped working, as well as the thermonuclear fusion reactors that powered them.

    It was for this reason carbon dioxide traps became one of the few facilities that could be stably recycled into thermonuclear fusion fuel rods after the war.

    With his own Marines, Lu Yang carefully removed the fuel rods holding the liquid helium-3.

    "Done!"

    "How much energy is left?"

    "93%"

    "Enough for us for a long time!"

    Helium-3 was a stable isotope that has a negligible half-life. Although thermonuclear fusion cannot be activated at any time like cold fusion, the advantage is that there is almost no need to worry about the loss of fuel when the reactor is shut down.

    That ispletely iparable to cold fusion batteries.

    The fuel rods were carefully kept in the metal cylinder. The Marine Corps soldiers whopleted the operation nced at therge and small boxes and storage tanks around and asked, "Sir, what should we do with the stuff here?"

    Lu Yang nced around and mumbled. "Just leave them here. Our allies should be able to use them."

    ...

    Meanwhile, in the office of the Pioneer¡¯s logistics department, more than 20 kilometers away.

    Li De, sitting in an office chair, looked at the spreadsheet disyed on the flexible screen with surprise written all over his face.

    This was the production status report for the previous week.

    One of the most eye-catching data was that they recovered 1872 tons of garbagest week, reaching 255% of the expected efficiency!

    Those blue coats were not ordinarily hardworking. The average daily recycling volume reached an astonishing 267.4 tons, and the average per capita collection was 1.3 tons per day, which was even more shocking than before the battle! If these tasks were handed over to other natives, they would even be able tough out loud if one-third of this efficiency could be achieved.

    And what they spent was just an additional 9360CR.

    Li De could hardly believe his eyes. If the report hadn¡¯t been handed to him by his secretary, he would even wonder if something went wrong.

    <em>Are they all robots?!</em>

    <em>No, they are even better than machines!</em>

    A week had passed since the battle with the Army. There was still a sad atmosphere on the Pioneer. Many people were indulging in the grief of losing theirrades in arms, with low morale and low work efficiency.

    But those blue coats were different.

    They obviously suffered more casualties, but they weren¡¯t wallowing in pain. Instead, they turned their grief and anger into motivation and lived their daily lives with positive views.

    <em>What a powerful belief they have! </em>

    In short, thanks to the hard work of those blue coats, they almost emptied the entire underground parking lot, plus two abandoned factories that stored industrial waste containing cobalt and nickel.

    From this total weight of 1872 tons of garbage, they sessfully recovered 941.4 tons of metal and sessfully processed it into the required parts.

    There were even leftovers.

    Just when Li De couldn¡¯t help sighing, Wang Jie, the secretary standing in front of the desk, suddenly said, "By the way, there¡¯s one more thing."

    After closing the tablet in his hand and turning it into a pen-like stick, Li De threw it in the drawer. He looked up at the secretary in a good mood, and said amiably, "What¡¯s the matter?"

    Wang Jie¡¯s expression was one of slight embarrassment, but he still spoke, "It¡¯s about the demands of the front-line engineers... They asked to increase the attendance allowance from 10CR per hour to 15CR per hour."

    "...?"

    Li De looked confused.

    <em>What the hell??</em>

    A few months ago, thosezy dogs were stillining that there was so much money in their pockets that there was nowhere to spend them, and they despised his stack of waste paper for tricking them into going out to work.

    <em>But why don¡¯t they have enough now?</em>

    Wang Jie¡¯s expression remained embarrassed, and he spoke quickly, "Maybe... The survivor settlements we encountered before were really poor, and the benefits of the Pioneer were too good, so they really didn¡¯t have anywhere to spend their money. I don¡¯t know what to say, but recently our employees have been really reckless when ites to spending money¡­ I think we should limit it a bit."

    Li De tapped the table with his hands, his face was red with anger.

    "The question is where did they spend their money?! Did they use it to wipe their butts? How much can it cost to buy a few buns?!"

    Wang Jie exined, "But it¡¯s not just buns¡­ There are also dumplings with various fillings, glutinous rice balls, soymilk, fried dough sticks, and... <em>Ahem</em>. I think we need to upgrade our mobile kitchens. Those blue coats simply processed our raw materials a little bit and sold them to us. Because of this, they made a lot of money from us."

    "..."

    Wang Jie swallowed and continued, "And then besides food, they¡¯ve recently started selling clothes, scarves, and small items, especially a kind of silk, very popr with female crew members. They call it devil silk, which seems to be a specialty of the continent¡¯s central region. Surprisingly, the toughness of this kind of thread is very high, almost the same as the fireproof fiber we use in body armor... The power of nature, to be honest, is amazing, even I was surprised. Our technicians have studied it for a while. They have figured out what was used to make it, but they still couldn¡¯t understand its industrial synthesis method."

    Li De pressed his fingers against his eyebrows and mumbled, "Is that all?"

    He didn¡¯t care about Devil Moth silk, or what clothes and gadgets the female crew members bought.

    He just wanted to know how much CR they were wasting on the blue coats.

    They weren¡¯t opening a tab in a restaurant.

    They needed to settle the bill before they left!

    "Uh, there are also some special ingredients, such as ck truffle... They are very cheap, only 1CR per gram."

    Li De raised his head sharply. "1 gram is only sold for 1CR?! Is there any more?"

    Wang Jie looked at the Division Chief in surprise and nodded.

    "There should be, the mushroom seller sets up a stall at the operation camp every night at around six o¡¯clock¡­ Chief?"

    Immediately aware of his gaffe, Li De quickly recovered. After coughing lightly, he continued with a serious expression, "I¡¯m just a little surprised. I didn¡¯t expect them to know how to enjoy it... By the way, has the Maic Confinement sma CNC Machining Machine been repaired?"

    Wang Jie nodded and said, "It¡¯s fixed, our warehouse management staff just delivered it to them, and it will be delivered to their outpost on the surface in a while."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Thinking of the machine, Li De felt that it was a shame.

    At that time, he was overwhelmed by emotions and made such a decision hastily. Otherwise, the machine tool could help them recover 100,000 CR.

    <em>It shouldn¡¯t have been free!</em>

    Those blue coats did them a big favor, though. They didn¡¯t ask the blue coats to support their war, but they did, and when the battle was at its most critical moment, they rushed up with their guns without hesitation.

    Honestly, it was hard to say what the final casualty situation would have been without them. Maybe they had to drop a second tactical nuke, maybe more than three people would have died that day...

    Li De thought about it and then felt that if he could make the choice again, he might still choose the same.

    With a slight sigh, he said, "Mhm, just deliver it, we should leave in a few days." After all, they shouldn¡¯t waste more time staying there.

    The longer they dragged on, the harder the road ahead would be. If Pioneer didn¡¯t suddenly break down, they wouldn¡¯t have to fight the Army.

    Wang Jie probed suddenly, "Then about the sry increase..."

    Li De said without any hesitation, "Tell those ckers... I mean those engineers, the sry increase proposal will be raised at the regr meeting at the end of the month. This is our standard procedure. In addition, I will find a way to let the technicians see if they can add a few more food-processing processes in the mobile kitchen."

    Of course, if it was sessful, Li De intended to charge them.

    <em>What was that word called again?</em>

    <em>Yes, additional value-added services!</em>

    As soon as he heard that the issue of the sry increase was moved to the end of the month, Wang Jie immediately understood what the Division Chief meant, and couldn¡¯t help but sigh helplessly, "Okay, I¡¯ll tell them."

    <em>Wait until the end of the month.</em>

    Those people would have nowhere to spend the money in their pockets again.

    Naturally, there would be no mor for a raise by that time.

    ...

    The repaired machine tool was still on its way to be delivered, and it would probably take some time for the delivery to arrive.

    Afraid that the yers would break it, Chu Guang specially arranged for two light trucks to transport it. One empty truck with a snow shovel on its bumper drove in front, and the one with the machine tool drove behind it.

    If a roadblock or underdrain was encountered, the first truck would detect it in time so the second truck could avoid it.

    To make sure nothing went wrong, Chu Guang also sent the prudent Luca to follow the truck.

    The road conditions on the wastnd were really bad. The section outside the city was only slightly better. There were many roads in the city that even four-legged animals couldn¡¯t pass, let alone wheeled vehicles.

    Chu Guang nned to build a road to connect the outpost and the operation campter.

    In the future, Shelter 404 yers would build roads to wherever they put their gs.

    <em>What was that slogan again? </em>

    <em>If you want to get rich, build roads first.</em>

    Carrying out this project in the wastnd would not be easy, but it would definitely be worth it.

    While waiting for the machine to be delivered, Chu Guang did not sit idly. He sat in the lobby of the shelter and turned on theputer to take a quick look at the official website forum.

    After a whole night of venting, the yers who were unable to y the game finally calmed down. The atmosphere ofmunication in the forum finally returned to normal, and the topics changed from "Let¡¯s ckmail Light" to "What has been updated in Alpha 0.8?"

    Everything seemed to have never happened.

    In general, yers who had already experienced the changes in the new version were still very interested in this unique stronghold gamey and regional prestige system.

    Especially when they learned that by donating materials, one can gain regional prestige and when the prosperity of the operation camp reaches 100, it can grow into a survivor stronghold, they worked significantly harder.

    In other RPGs, NPC towns are just a bunch of unmoving textures, but in Wastnd Online, the survivors¡¯ strongholds are built by the yers, and they will follow the yers¡¯ in-game behavior and grow with yers.

    This update is simply the perfectbination of RPG and SLG. With just one game, yers can experience the joy of two games.

    <em>It¡¯s simply awesome!</em>

    The yers were very satisfied, and it didn¡¯t take Chu Guang much effort.

    For him, it was just a few simple forms based on the previous monthly report, and Little Seven would help him create a data card simr to the Attribute Panel.

    Regardless of the Alpha 0.8 update, he would do the report every month anyway, but it seemed that it would be open to the yers as a progress bar.

    As for how useful it would be¡­.

    The main purpose was to share with yers the joy of growing small saplings into towering trees.

    After all, yers probably wouldn¡¯t be able to understand it clearly if he just told them how great the shelter was now due to their hard work. But if these efforts were all quantified into a visible progress bar, who would say that the method was useless?

    Just think about it, if one knew that they built Xia Yan¡¯s Weapon Shop, wouldn¡¯t they be more motivated?

    And no matter how miserable the yers who couldn¡¯t be resurrected because of bugs were, those yers who were still online and had applied had already praised the update non-stop.

    Chu Guang, who waspletely relieved, copied a few good ideas and stored them in his notebook. Then he stretched his back and leaned on his chair.

    "The courier will take an hour to arrive, what should I do during this period of time?"

    <em>That¡¯s right.</em>

    <em>It seems I can open another loot box.</em>

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up. He sat up from theputer chair in a hurry, and opened the Administrator Menu.

    Recently, the game behavior of yers was rtively simple. They were mainly doing resource collection missions in the operation camp. Thepletion speed of the daily life mission was very normal, and there were a lot of missions left iplete every day.

    Even so, Chu Guang still saved 33 bonus points for the week.

    The same as always, he could get 3 intermediate loot boxes, and 3 basic loot boxes.

    But just as Chu Guang was about to draw the lottery, his heart trembled.

    <em>Wait</em>.

    <em>Since we¡¯re gambling, why not go for bust and try to open 33 basic loot boxes at once?</em>

    <em>If I get one intermediate or one advanced loot box reward from the basic loot box, wouldn¡¯t that be a huge profit?</em>

    Anyway, it was useless for him to get so many sters and therapeutic syringes.

    With his stroke of genius, Chu Guang no longer hesitated and immediately put all the reward points in his ount on the icon on the far left.

    "System, give me 33 basic loot boxes!

    "Open!"

 Chapter 160: Probably The First AK In This World

    "Motherfucker!" Looking at the things lying on the conveyor belt after the alloy door panel shook for a while, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help cursing.

    Out of 33 elementary loot boxes, 22 lollipops appeared, which almost made him lose his mind.

    Fortunately, half of those lollipops could provide buff, and his yers would probably pay for them, so it was a loss but not aplete loss.

    In addition, there were 3 cans, 2 buckets of instant noodles, 1 pack ofpressed biscuits and other reserves, as well as 2 bottles of soy sauce and 2 bottles of vinegar.

    To be honest, since the Pioneer arrived, Chu Guang had not been so interested in the food he could get from the loot box.

    Was there still a need to eat canned food?

    With those diligent yers, he could simply tell them what he wanted to eat.

    The only thing that made his eyes lit up was the palm-sized, vacuum-packed transparent bag at the back.

    It looked like it contained seeds!"What¡¯s this?"

    Chu Guang picked up the bag of seeds. Just when he curiously held it in his hand for a while, a light bluebel floated out from the side.

    <strong>[Beta-712 Cotton Seeds: </strong>As the name suggests, these seeds produce cotton. After gic engineering design, this variety has arger yield per nt and a shorter growth cycle. Traditional soil nting cannot highlight the advantages of gic improvement. It is rmended to use soilless cultivation technology for concentrated nting to ensure seed purity.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>Well, it turned out to be cotton seeds.</em>

    Although it was questionable whether it could be regarded as food, cotton seeds were still very useful for Shelter 404.

    <em>I heard that cotton can be harvested once a year, and it would take several months to mature.</em>

    Not knowing how long it would take for the seeds drawn from the loot box to mature, Chu Guang nned to find a yer who loved farming to try it.

    Although the outpost now had devil silk, cotton still had its irreceable role in terms of keeping warm and strengthening the economy.

    In particr, the output of cotton wasrge enough and would be quite stable. In addition, it was so versatile and could be used for both weaving and as filler.

    In the absence ofrge-scale production of man-made fibers, cotton could at least solve the clothing needs of some yers.

    After all, the number of blue coats was limited, and yers could not always wear them.

    For example, when hunting or going out for a mission, most yers would change their clothes while changing their equipment.

    "Speaking of which, I don¡¯t know if this intermediate loot box would give me live animals."

    <em>After getting so many cans of pork, I wonder when I will be able to get a pig. Wouldn¡¯t that be great?</em>

    <em>If I really couldn¡¯t get a pig, chickens or ducks are fine too.</em>

    Milk was something that Chu Guang was able to drink asionally, but he hadn¡¯t eaten eggs for a long time.

    Of course, that wasn¡¯t counting random bird eggs.

    ...

    Around 5 p.m.

    The Marines led by Lu Yang returned from the south and arrived at the outpost almost at the same time as the two light trucks transporting the machine tools.

    At the same time, the good news that the fuel rod has been found also arrived.

    Wearing an exoframe, Lu Yang walked up to Chu Guang. He tapped his index finger on the side of the helmet, lifted the visor, and said with a hearty smile, "... Thanks to the guide you rmended to us, we finally found the fuel rods we needed. It still has 93% energy left, which is quite a lot. It will definitely be enough for us for a long time!"

    To be honest, it might be good news for Pioneer, but for Chu Guang, it wasn¡¯t something to be happy about.

    After all, for the current Shelter 404, the Pioneer was like a big coattail they could ride on, and in theory, the longer they stayed, the better it would be.

    However, seeing the hearty smile on Captain Lu¡¯s face, Chu Guang was sincerely happy for him.

    "Congrattions! After searching for so long, you finally found it."

    "Yeah, it¡¯s really not easy." Lu Yang said with emotion and aplicated tone, "We thought we could find it in two or three days if everything went well. But we didn¡¯t expect it would take so long."

    About three days ago, they had already found a pre-war-era CO2 trap on the twenty-fifth floor of a hotel.

    However, it was a pity that when they worked so hard to finally get there, they found that it had already been taken away by other people many years ago.

    Not only were the fuel rods that were supposed to be plugged into the power generator empty, but even the recyble material inside was taken away.

    There were various indications that a group of survivors once lived there between year 0 and 10 of the Wastnd Era. They had a short stay at the hotel and had a hard time using resources such as glucose, starch, etc., produced by the CO2 traps.

    After the CO2 traps stopped working because the CO2 concentration dropped under the threshold, they unplugged the fuel rods of the backup power generator to power the hotel facilities and finally left after the fuel rods werepletely exhausted.

    That was really normal behavior.

    After all, it was now the 211th year of the Wastnd Era, and the garbage they could pick up was nothing more than what others had left, missed, or couldn¡¯t be taken away because of various reasons.

    Luck was essential if one wanted to survive in the wastnd.

    It was even more so when picking up trash.

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but ask, "Are you leaving?"

    Lu Yang nodded and said, "Mhm, we¡¯ve been staying here for half a month, and now the damaged equipment has been repaired, the fuel rod has been found, and the resource inventory is full... It¡¯s time to get back on the road."

    All good things woulde to an end eventually. Besides, they were not here to alleviate their poverty; they had more important missions toplete.

    With nuclear fuel and sufficient resources, the following journey would probably be very long.

    If everything went smoothly, there should be no need to stop in the second half of the journey.

    Hearing the expected answer, Chu Guang sighed lightly, "Although it¡¯s only been a short period of time, I¡¯m still quite reluctant to part with you."

    "Me too." Looking at Chu Guang, Lu Yang said sincerely, "I¡¯ve learned a lot from you, including your noble conduct, which impressed us a lot."

    "Me too." Chu Guang said with a smile, "We are also impressed by your technology! Let¡¯s leave the farewell for the day you set off. This is a day worth celebrating, let¡¯s not ruin the atmosphere."

    Lu Yang also smiled.

    "By the way, the CO2 trap we found has a lot of interesting things left in it. I¡¯ll send you the coordinates in a moment. If you are interested, you can recycle it."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Chu Guang asked subconsciously, "What¡¯s in there?"

    Lu Yang smiled mysteriously and didn¡¯t answer the question directly. "If I told you now, wouldn¡¯t it ruin the fun?"

    Looking at Captain Lu, who was leaving him in suspense, Chu Guang had a helpless expression on his face.

    <em>Another gamble?! It¡¯s basically another version of a loot box!</em>

    <em>There are quite a lot of loot boxes that he opened today.</em>

    However, although Captain Lu didn¡¯t say what was there, Chu Guang guessed a lot of information from his mysterious smile.

    There should be quite a few good things left for him to find.

    Captain Lu probably wanted to surprise him.

    "Okay, I¡¯ll bring two people over tomorrow to take a look."

    ...

    The Pioneer would depart within three days.

    After a few words with Chu Guang, Captain Lu took his team members back on the road and escorted the fuel rod back towards the Pioneer.

    After noticing that the administrator finished talking to the people from Pioneer, Luca, who had been waiting for a long time, walked from the direction of the truck, looked at him, and said respectfully, "Sir, your goods have been delivered, where would you like to unload it?"

    Chu Guang nced around, his eyes eventuallynded on the main building of the nursing home. After the renovation, the quality of the rooms inside was still quite good.

    At least it was much stronger than the newly built brick house outside.

    "Just put it on the first floor of the nursing home. You can find a bigger room and put it there. I¡¯ll go and take a lookter."

    Luca nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

    The machine wasrge and heavy.

    Out of careful consideration, Luca first asked the yers of the Woodworking Cabin to make a few tools for unloading and arranged four strength type yers before sessfully unloading it from the truck.

    There was also a small incident while moving the machine tool.

    Since the machine tool had already been assembled when it was delivered, the whole machine could not pass through the door of the nursing home. Chu Guang had no choice but to choose a room close to the outside and ask yers to destroy the wall. Only then was he able to move the machine in.

    Silver metallic paint finish, boxy, angr shell, the machine tool looked like arge freezer from a distance. However, its internal structure was far from being as simple as it looked on the surface.

    Chu Guang briefly nced at the manual.

    The volume of the processing chamber was a full 1.5 cubic meters, and it could process materials with a maximum size of 1x1x1m.

    Due to the particrity of maic confinement sma processing, the machine tool had high requirements on the internal processing environment and required a near-vacuum internal environment. Therefore, after the material was fed into the feeding port, it would first enter the buffer chamber between the two airlocks, where the protective gas would be injected to turn the chamber to a near vacuum, and only then would the material be sent into the processing chamber.

    The entire operation process was quite rigorous, even cumbersome.

    However, rtively speaking, this machine tool had no requirements for its external environment. It could be used as long as it was plugged in, so there was no need for Chu Guang to get a clean room to keep it.

    Looking at the high-tech machine before the broken wall, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help asking Little Seven to take a photo of it.

    <em>This is very wastnd punk!</em>

    The machine tool was deployed and then powered up.

    Chu Guang carefully checked the power rating of the machine tool. When he saw the unit clearly, he wondered if he had read it wrong.

    "Megawatts?! Whoa¡­ Does it consume such arge amount of power?"

    ording to the information Chu Guang found on the Inte, the power consumption of general machine tools would only be at the kilowatt level.

    However, for such a device that covered an area of ??less than 3 square meters, the power consumption actually reached the megawatts!

    But after thinking about it, Chu Guang realized why that was the case.

    No matter what, the machine operated on sma, a type of superheated matter. Not only did it need to generate a maic field that constrained them, but it also needed to precisely arrange them into single-atom knives that could cut through materials.

    Such terrifying control, let alone a machine tool, was enough to ignite the fusion reactor. Thinking about it that way, it could even be regarded as rtively energy-saving because it did not require gigawatts to power up.

    Chu Guang even suspected that if he changed it up a little, and reced the working gas with isotopes of helium or hydrogen, it could really be used as a nuclear reactor.

    However¡­ If he really used it like that, it would really be a waste...

    Fortunately, Captain Lu had given him two cold fusion batteries earlier.

    Otherwise, even if he added the wood powered generator he bought from Liszt before together with the one seized from the old leech, it wouldn¡¯t be able to power up the device.

    Chu Guang pondered for a while then found an emergency power supply socket near the wiring port, just enough to insert a general-purpose cold fusion battery.

    After connecting the power, the signal lights were switched on!

    Looking at the touch screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, Chu Guang touched his chin with interest and looked at it carefully.

    "Speaking of which, how do I operate this thing?"

    There seemed to be an instruction manual on the screen.

    Just when Chu Guang was about to open it and take a look, the voice of Little Seven suddenly came from upstairs.

    "Master, if you don¡¯t know how to use it, Little Seven can do it for you."

    Chu Guang was surprised when he heard the voice from the 3rd floor. He went outside and raised his head to ask, "You know how to use this device?"

    Little Seven hummed, "Theoretically, it shouldn¡¯t be too difficult. This machine tool has a high degree of automation. You only need to fill in the preset processing parameters, and then put in the material, and then you don¡¯t have to worry about the rest. Little Seven believes that if you read the manual, you will definitely be able to operate it. Little Seven just simplifies the process for you... By the way, Master, can you bring Little Seven down to see it first?"

    "Wait, I¡¯ll go back to the shelter to search for a few drawings first. I want you to help me try to process them."

    After speaking, Chu Guang turned around and went back to the shelter without waiting for Little Seven to speak.

    asionally, on the official website forum, some yers would upload some blueprints with unknown origin onto the discussion area where yers would often get into heated arguments.

    Some ssic firearms such as AKs, Mosin Nagant, KAR 98, SKS, and Type 56 had all kinds of blueprints from GIF animations of the internal structure to professional drawings marked with the dimensions of the parts. Although Chu Guang did not add rmendedbels to the posts after seeing them, he secretly saved them.

    Intuition told him that these things would eventuallye in handy one day.

    And now, the opportunity really came.

    After picking out a design drawing of the AK-47, Chu Guang went to the warehouse to pick up a few ingots of suitable size and shape.

    Although the steel produced by Steel nt 81 was of average quality, these steel ingots were all reserves that Bull and Horse Squad found from a private shelter.

    They were perfect for making gun barrels and receivers!

    After the gate closed, the CNC machine began to work as the material was fed from the feed port into the buffer chamber.

    In front of the hot sma, the sturdy steel was like a piece of mud, and it was easily dismantled into eight pieces.

    Chu Guang was surprised to find that this equipment could not only process multiple geometric surfaces of the same part, but also could be pre-programmed to form 8 sma des, which could cut different depths from multiple angles, and even cut multiple parts of different sizes and geometric shapes from the same piece of material to minimize the remaining leftovers!

    Since the AK rifle did not require high precision of parts, the processing time was not too long.

    Not counting the time for the machine to start, Chu Guang waited for about 10 to 20 minutes before all the processing procedures werepleted.

    The finished parts and the cut scraps were sent out from the discharge port together and ced separately.

    Although it was processed by sma, because there were few working fluids used for cutting, the temperature of the workpiece processed was actually not that high. It only looked like 40 or 50 degrees Celsius, which minimized the temperature change that could result in machining uracy errors.

    ording to the description in the manual, if the precision of the parts was required to be on the nanometer level, the temperature of the finished workpiece could even be exactly the same as when it was fed into the feed port.

    But the time consumed would increase exponentially.

    Chu Guang assembled the parts ording to the drawings and soon got an AK-47 without the wooden stock and handguard.

    Taking into ount the production power consumption, materials, and hidden costs behind the technology required to make this gun, that was probably the most expensive AK in the world.

    Little Seven buzzed suddenly, "Master..."

    Chu Guang, who was excited, didn¡¯t have time to pay attention to it, and casually responded, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Little Seven: "Little Seven feels that... This machine shouldn¡¯t be used to produce such rough items."

    Chu Guang said without hesitation, "I know, I just want to test whether this device is good or not."

    If it could make guns, then it could definitely make tools for making guns.

    When the entire production line was ready, all his yers would have a gun in their hands.

    At that time, when the production capacity of steel increased, the production capacity of rifles would also increase. Everyone would be a Marine who was worth 50 minerals, oh no, it should be a conscript that costs 100...

    They would be able to respawn once every three days, but he could produce one gun a day! The bug that the weapons in the weapon store couldn¡¯t be replenished in time would bepletely fixed, and there would be no need to worry that guns were more expensive than people!

    ying with the AK in his hand, Chu Guang had an excited expression on his face.

    It was a pity that there were no matching bullets. Otherwise, he really wanted to test its power.

    <em>If there is no problem with using it, I will throw it in the warehouse and sell it as a limited edition skin. After all, it is a legendary weapon in CF, so it is not too much to sell it for 500 silver coins, right?</em>

    Little Seven watched quietly, not daring to speak.

    It always felt that its master was not very smart.

    Luckily its master was not like that every day...<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Vote for Blip in the WW yearly Reader¡¯s Choice Trantor Award<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Details: </strong>I KNOW I TECHNICALLY we haven¡¯t reached the part where I started to trante this novel (That would be C363 onwards) BUT!!!! Vote for me if I¡¯m your fav trantor! /-OC0rPFrtpp-9v3zQLVz - this is the same link as the announcement! :D<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Xia Yan¡¯s Inner Dialogue: </strong><em>Hmph, you know you want to! I... I... I didn¡¯t say I wouldn¡¯t vote for you...</em><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mosquito: </strong>MUAHAHAHAHAHA EXPLOSION! EXPLOSIONS! MORE VOTE FOR MORE EXPOSIONS!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Tail: </strong>(?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)<strong>]</strong></blockquote>

 Chapter 161.1: Sickle

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>The outpost has obtained a Maic Confinement sma Machine Tool, with a durability of 99% and an industrial index of +100<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Remarks: </strong>This machine tool can produce metal parts of any geometric shape. yers can now submit relevant drawings to the administrator¡¯s assistant, exin the purpose, and obtain quotations as well as material requirements. yers can hand draw the drawings in the game, or submit electronic files through the personal page of the official website.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Remarks: </strong>The processing equipment can only change the geometric shape of the material, not the properties of the material itself, and the cutting process will generate waste. Therefore, to process ingots into steel tubes, please pre-process them into rods or near rod shape. If you want to process copper ingots into copper wire, please use a wire drawing bench instead of taking up valuable machine tool resources.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Remarks: </strong>The specification of the input processing material is limited to 1x1x1m, and the material beyond the specification cannot be processed.<strong>]</strong>

    The announcement was made at 6:00 in the evening.

    That was the time when most yers were going offline.

    Whether it was brick movers who went to the northern towns to pick up trash, or hunter yers who went hunting in the Elm District, the vast majority had returned to the operation camp.

    Looking at the announcement that popped up on the VM, the faces of the little yers invariably showed surprised expressions."Maic confinement sma machine tool?"

    "Something controlled by full electronics?"

    "What kind of machine is this, why have I never heard of it before?"

    "It would only be strange if you have heard of it. It¡¯s normally called <em>high confinement</em> and <em>long pulse</em> in reality. Do you understand what it means? Forget it, you won¡¯t understand."

    "Wow, these guys actually used such knowledge in making games, they are so incredible!"

    Although Chu Guang wanted to share the joy with them, everyone felt different emotions.

    Most yers didn¡¯t know how hard they worked to get the machine, nor did they know how much the yers who couldn¡¯t go online due to bugs had sacrificed for this.

    They only knew that Xia Yan had another workbench, and now they could not only punch holes in their weapons, but also inscribe patterns on them?

    <em>Anyway, it was all superfluous functions.</em>

    But some smarter yers immediately thought of the Alpha 0.8 update.

    <em>The industrial index of the outpost has increased by 100 points, and now it has be 250 points... That is to say, an increase of 250%?</em>

    <em>Doesn¡¯t that mean the weapon shop is getting some new weapons soon?!</em>

    Some yers who were rtively creative and happened to be at the outpost, excitedly took out some giant steel ingots they had and went to the administrator assistant to inquire about the price ording to the instructions on the announcement.

    Some wanted to make an axe, and some wanted to make a steel ingot look like a rifle, but in the end, most of them walked away cursing.

    <em>Why?</em>

    <em>Because it¡¯s not worth it at all!</em>

    The start-up fee of the machine tool was as high as 100 silver, and the processing fee of an axe was as high as 100 silver, which would add up to 200 silver.

    With the amount of money required, it was enough to buy twenty axes! If they bought in bulk from Steel nt 81, they would probably still have some money left.

    As for the rifle, the price of processing a rifled barrel was 200 silver coins, and the yer must provide the rod-shaped steel themselves.

    If not, sma thermal welding would be needed in the operation and the quote would be doubled.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    They might as well buy 2 guns in the Weapon Store with that kind of money!

    But after thinking about it, yers also understood why it was so expensive. After all, it was simply a waste of resources to use such an advanced machine tool just to make an ordinary gun.

    Inside Steel nt 81.

    Bathroom Goer, who was sitting on the small bench, stroked his chin with one hand and held the steel ingot with the other. "I guess that machine tool should be used to make production tools!"

    His good friend, Athlete Foot, rolled his eyes. "Well duh! If you use CNC machine tools that cost tens of millions in theboratory to mill seamless steel pipes in real life, your boss will definitely kill you."

    Bathroom Goer quickly continued, "Uh... I think he will be more likely to call the police and ask them to arrest me."

    Athlete Foot sighed, "The cost of using this machine is a bit high, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯s for the individual yer at all. With a 100 silver coin start-up fee, unless it¡¯s a business sponsored by the shelter, any average self-employed person will not be able to afford it at all!"

    Bathroom Goer couldn¡¯t help but think of 1 rich asshole after hearing what was said. "That¡¯s not necessarily true. Brother Mosquito can definitely afford it!"

    Athlete Foot frowned in response. "Forget about that guy, everyone knows that that guy is a greedy hoarder. By the way, how much money do we still have in our ount?"

    "4000 silver coins¡­ We just had a batch of newbies who bought a lot of axes and arrows not long ago. Why? Are we going to share dividends?"

    "Share my ass! I can¡¯t even wipe my butt with this money, how are we going to split it?! I want to make a hot hole punch machine. Those parts that could not be made before can be processed by this machine. When we have this machine, we will be able to make seamless steel pipes!" Athlete Foot couldn¡¯t help but curse.

    Hearing his idea, Bathroom Goer¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up.

    "As expected of Brother! We are thinking the same thing!"

    Athlete Foot rolled his eyes. "Cut this crap. Later, you go offline and upload the drawings. Let¡¯s make a simple one. I guess it shouldn¡¯t be too expensive."

    Bathroom Goer revealed a wide grin. "Right. My graduation project was exactly this!"

    ...

    Just when Athlete Foot and Bathroom Goer were negotiating ns, discussing how to make the seamless steel pipe industry bigger and stronger, and how to be a sessful entrepreneur in the wastnd, on the third floor of the nursing home not far away, Little Seven raised its camera to look at Chu Guang who was standing beside it, and whispered, "Master, isn¡¯t the price you set too high?"

    There were at least a dozen people inquiring just now, but when they heard that the start-up fee was 100 silver coins, they immediately turned around and left.

    It would cost 100 silver coins to just start the machine! Many yers felt that it was such a rip off.

    Hearing Little Seven¡¯s suggestion, Chu Guang said indifferently, "It¡¯s not expensive at all, I even think it¡¯s cheap. They think it¡¯s expensive just because they don¡¯t understand the game¡¯s current version deeply enough, which means that they are not our target customers at all. If we don¡¯t set the price as such, God knows what drawings they will upload. Do you want to use that thing to make a bunch of broken javelins and broken axes?"

    They should go to Xia Yan if they wished to make shit like that!

    With her two workbenches, one which was self-made and the other picked up from outside, she could easily build the garbage those noob yers would throw at them!

    Little Seven nodded its camera, but was still a little confused. From its point of view, if the machine tool was not allowed to be used to produce those things, couldn¡¯t they just directly stipte that?

    Why go around in a circle and limit it with a mary requirement?

    Chu Guang did not intend to exin to the AI his intentions for doing so, nor the difference between human behavioral logic and AI algorithms.

    <em>How am I supposed to put it?</em>

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t object to yers being creative, but he needed to use rules to make yers consider whether it was worth it before getting creative.

    As Little Seven said, the machine was not made for crude stuff at all.

    Taking the AK-47 he made earlier as an example, a block of steel that was 6 kilograms turned into something that was only 3 kilograms. Half of the material became scrap steel that had been cut into strange shapes, and most likely could only be sent to the steel nt for reheating.

    In addition to this, there was power consumption and inert gas, which was naturally lost in use. Those were all visible costs, not to mention those invisible hidden costs.

    The real use of the machine was to produce tools for production or to process some high-tech value-added high-precision equipment when materials were avable.

    Thetter didn¡¯t need to be considered for the time being, while the former was the main goal at his current stage.

    Chu Guang intended to go step by step; first let his yers get a hot hole punch machine and solve the barrel problem.

    For the time being, without consideringplicated technologies such as three-roller rolling technology and self-centering straightening technology, a punching machine was enough to produce seamless steel pipes.

    Whether he could produce steel pipes efficiently in batches, and with high quality and quantity was something that wouldeter. He must first have the ability to produce it before he could find ways to optimize it.

    For a long time toe, seamless steel pipes would be the most important pir industry of Shelter 404.

    As for the technology to make the receiver¡­

    Chu Guang hesitated for a while between a milled receiver and a stamped receiver and finally chose thetter.

    Although the milled casing was more modern and had higher precision, the disadvantages were also obvious. Not only was there excess material waste, it also had strict requirements for its personnel and equipment to produce, and the production efficiency was much lower.

    For example, the AK-47 he previously made with the machine tool was strictly a milled receiver, and even the barrel and the rifling in the barrel were cut by a single atomic knife.

    The stamped casing was different. Except for the more troublesome step of producing the molds, the entire production process had almost no technical content, and the efficiency for mass production was particrly high.

    The only downside was its poor uracy, butpared to how cheap and durable it was, the downside can¡¯t really be considered as a downside. At best, it was a minor w.

    After all, in the wastnd, the average fighting distance would be less than 100 meters. Speed was always much more important than uracy.

    Based on the stamping method, Chu Guang intended to directly imitate the AK receiver to design a 7mm caliber rifle.

    Compared with the upper and lower receiver designs of AR series rifles and their mechanism of seven locking lugs, AK¡¯s U-shaped receiver and two locking lugs directly cut the production difficulty to less than half. Once the mold was made, the gun could even be punched out from a whole piece of steel.

    What was the implication of being able to punch out a gun from a whole piece of steel?

    It meant that it could be mass-produced like ink paper under a printer, and could be used with a barrel and a solid wood stock, which perfectly met thebat needs in a wastnd environment.

    It¡¯s not without reason that weapons like that sold well in third world countries.

    Especially in ces where human life was not valuable, the cheaper the gun, the better.

    Otherwise, how wasteful would it be when they dropped it on the battlefield?

    ...

 Chapter 161.2: Sickle

    The next day.

    The entrance of the Weapon Store was crowded. Last night, many small yers ran back from the operation camp, waiting for the Weapon Store to open.

    The yawning Xia Yan has long been ustomed to this.

    As usual, she opened the store door on time, took out the two samples that Chu Guang asked her to make yesterday, and hung them on the semi-open window.

    Those were two rifles made of solid wood and pure steel.

    One of them had apactyout, the stock and magazine were standard assault rifle shapes, the top rail could be installed with sights, and a grip could be installed under the barrel.

    The other had a significantly longer barrel and receiver, and the magazine embedded in the gun body only showed a triangr outline, which looked slightly wider.

    What the two had inmon was that they both had a bold appearance and grand lines, and their appearance was extremely simr, like twinsing out from the same assembly line. Additionally, the names of the two guns were also very simr, the long one was called LD-47s, and the short one was called LD-47.

    Not only that, they had a very badass nickname, Sickle!"Damn, there are really new weapons in the Weapon Store today! Ample Time is awesome!"

    "I see it! The LD-47s should be a sniper rifle!"

    "Got it! It¡¯s <em>98K</em>!"

    "<em>98K</em> my ass! This is clearly an automatic sniper rifle!"

    "Wait, that short one¡­ Why does it look more and more like an AK to me?"

    "Be confident, stop doubting yourself! The developers are just gettingzy again. Most likely, they copied <em>CF</em>¡¯s skin!"

    Both guns were cheap, the long gun cost 250 silver coins, the short gun cost 200 silver coins. Both were only twice the price of an iron barrel rifle!

    As long as they were old yers, who didn¡¯t have two hundred silver coins saved up? Especially in the battle with the Army¡­ Their basic ie reached 150 silver coins!

    While many people were still hesitating, the fast-eyed Tail had already moved.

    "Owner Xia, I want both! The long one is for me! And the short one is for Sisi."

    ncing at the short-haired female yer, Xia Yan yawned, and uttered a few words.

    "These are samples, not for sale. If you want to buy it, you¡¯ll have to wait for two days."

    The yers around were stunned when they heard her neither proficient nor standard Mandarin.

    <em>Holy shit!</em>

    <em>Not only did the Weapon Shop Owner have a new leg, but even her voice pack was updated!</em>

    <em>This is an epic enhancement!</em>

    Just when there was amotion at the entrance of the Weapon Store, the industrial area to the south was equally lively.

    Many registered self-employed Lifestyle Profession yers just went online and were about to get into the truck leaving for the operation camp to go to the market, but all of sudden a bunch of orders popped up in the mission panel of their VMs.

    Among them, some required the production of wooden stocks, and some required the production of grips. It wasn¡¯t difficult at all, it could even be said that anyone with hands could do it.

    There were also slightly more difficult ones, such as the demand for grinding lenses and making optical sights. The types of orders could be said to be varied.

    But these missions had one thing inmon, that was, the rewards were quite generous, and due to the Alpha 0.8 version update, the order had an additional 10% reward bonus!

    In addition, the first 100 orders for each product would reward additional contribution points and regional prestige.

    Who wouldn¡¯t want to ept a mission like that?n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    With such a generous reward, many yers who mainly chose Lifestyle Profession were instantly excited. One by one, they picked up their tools and rushed to work in their own small workshops, eager toplete their orders as soon as possible.

    Of course,pared to those self-employed individuals who could onlyplete smaller orders, the people who benefited the most were big manufacturers who received an investment from the shelter.

    Early in the morning, the Steel nt 81 of the outpost received an exclusive order

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Produce 100 receivers and 100 barrels for the outpost.<strong>]</strong>

    The order had clear requirements for the material, specification, size, and even processing uracy of the product, so it wasn¡¯t actually easy to fulfill the order.

    However, that wasn¡¯t important!

    The important thing was that the wise and powerful administrator not only offered a generous price of 4,000 silver coins, but also paid 50% of the order in advance as a down payment.

    The sudden windfallpletely stunned Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot.

    Although the money was in the business ount, it was still money!

    From the stimtion they received from therge order, the two who were still a little hesitant before, took out their deposit of 4000 silver coins and arge amount of steel in the inventory quickly, went to the administrator¡¯s assistant to customize arge number of parts, ready to make it big. They were determined to get the punching machine for the gun barrels and the stamping die for making the receivers.

    In addition, the 2000 silver coin down payment that they had just received were also used by them immediately to issue scavenging missions and orders for raw materials needed for the production.

    Although they spent all the money in the steel nt¡¯s ount, the two didn¡¯t feel nervous at all. Instead, they felt that the future was promising.

    On the surface, in order toplete the order, they not only did not make any money, but also spent money from their own pockets.

    However, one couldn¡¯t see the problem only from the surface.

    Of course not!

    The money they spent did not disappear, but changed into a more advanced form and would stay with them forever.

    With the punching machine and dies for receivers, they would be able toplete more orders while having their production cost reduced and their efficiency improved; the snowball effect would continue to umte.

    They wouldn¡¯t make a loss no matter what! It was a massive win!

    Coincidentally, as the major shareholder of the steel nt, the administrator felt the same way.

    For Chu Guang, money was a trivial matter. The key was that such arrangements would not only greatly improve the production capacity of the steel nt, but also reduce the logistical pressure on the outpost.

    What he paid was only a few thousand virtual currency.

    The decision was probably not just aplete win for the yers.

    It should be said to be a win-win situation where he also benefited!

    Actually¡­ He won twice in this arrangement.

    In addition to the gun, there were other essories such as wooden stock, three-edged bay, magazine, bipod, optical sight, and more. Chu Guang intended to make them all.

    In the future, just by selling essories and selling bullets, a lot of silver coins could be recovered. Even the excess production capacity could be dumped to the surrounding survivors, or exported to Red River Town and Boulder Town.

    Chu Guang was sure that as long as his weapons were cheap enough, those mercenaries and caravan guards who couldn¡¯t afford expensive weapons would love him to death.

    "But when theye¡­ It will be impossible for me to use these Game Coins as currency.¡±

    Although the Game Coins produced in the pre-war era were made with excellent craftsmanship and had a certain anti-counterfeiting ability, their shorings were also obvious. They were limited in quantity.

    yers could use electronic money, but the wastnders wouldn¡¯t ept the invisible currency. They didn¡¯t even believe in paper money.

    Besides, Chu Guang was also not sure whether Sun Shiqi waspletely honest with him. He might have secretly hidden a bag of coins and did not sell it to him.

    It wasn¡¯t exactly impossible for him to do that.

    Looking at the lively industrial area, Chu Guang made up his mind silently.

    "We mustunch the second generation of currency soon!"

    Also, he had toplete it before the end of winter.

    Once winter was over, trade in the northern outskirts of Clearspring City would re-energize. At that time, yers would also usher in a more open, broader, and more challenging world.

    At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind, pulling Chu Guang¡¯s thoughts from a distant future back to the present.

    Ample Time, who was fully armed, nodded slightly and said respectfully, "Dear administrator, we are ready! When will we leave?"

    Standing up from the chair, Chu Guang held the hammer beside him before slinging it on his back.

    "Let¡¯s go."

 Chapter 162: Youâ€™re Rich!

    Northern Clearspring City.

    Near the elevated fifth-ring, a six-person team marched slowly along the cold and dead street against the howling wind.

    There were originally only five people in the n.

    Back when he was leaving, Chu Guang brought four yers in full armor and was about to set off from the central square of the outpost. However, before leaving the south gate, Luo Hua chased after him and said he wanted to tag along.

    He had a very simple reason to do so¡­

    "There may be many kinds of products created from the Carbon Dioxide traps, so the captain asked me to go with you. Although the probability ofrge-scale storage of dangerous goods in the urban area is very small, he is still worried about your safety. It can be quite dangerous if you don¡¯t handle them properly.¡±

    Since someone offered to help out of good intentions, Chu Guang certainly wouldn¡¯t refuse.

    Although some of his yers understood chemical engineering, they did not recognize the words of this world. He was literate, but he still couldn¡¯t understand professional symbols.

    Random boxes of chemicals shouldn¡¯t be opened recklessly, so it was better to have a knowledgeable person with them.As such, the six of them set out together.

    No one expected that on this sunny day, a blizzard would suddenly start when they were just halfway through their journey.

    There had been more and more days like that recently.

    Chu Guang anticipated that in November, the weather in this wastnd would be even more exaggerated, and the days would be more and more difficult.

    The progress on the Greenhouse Ruins needed to be sped up a little.

    Walking in front of the team, Old White raised his head to look at the sudden rush of snow and couldn¡¯t help squinting.

    "Thest time I saw such heavy snow was in Harbin."

    "I saw it on the television." Holding Daybreak in his hand, Ample Time¡¯s eyes wandered on both sides of the street. "But I¡¯m more worried about something suddenly popping out of the street than the snow."

    Old White sighed softly, "To be honest , I kind of miss Night Ten a little bit. Without his perception attribute, I always feel that something is missing."

    "Me too, our team is missing an eye." Gale held the short spear in his right hand, scanning the streets on both sides. His nervous look was even more exaggerated than Ample Time.

    That couldn¡¯t be helped. They had to be careful.

    The two of them were now equipped with expensive equipment. If they identally died, they would lose all their treasures.

    The steel right hand was so awesome that Gale couldn¡¯t bear to wash them any longer..

    Listening to these guys talking all the way, Sideline cking shouted discontentedly, "Hey! Am I not good enough? I¡¯m also a perception type, and I¡¯m almost LV7, okay!"

    Gale couldn¡¯t help but sneer, "Almost there means that you haven¡¯t reached the level, which also means that you are still LV6."

    Ample Time mumbled, "Indeed, I¡¯m LV8, Gale is approaching LV8, and Old White is going to be LV9 soon. Dude, you have to work hard."

    "@#%!"

    Next to Chu Guang, Luo Hua, who couldn¡¯t understand what the shelter residents were talking about, couldn¡¯t help but sigh softly. "I always thought that only natives can speaknguages ??that we don¡¯t understand..."

    Halfway through, he suddenly realized that what he said seemed to be very rude, so he quickly added an exnation. "Uh, I don¡¯t mean to offend you, I just find it strange. Because generally, shelter residents speak the standardnguage of the Federation of People, and even rarely have an ent."

    Chu Guang smiled lightly and didn¡¯t care. "It¡¯s alright, I also feel as strange as you do."

    For questions that he didn¡¯t know how to exin, he would simply throw them back at the person. He had tried the trick many times before.

    Instead of making up an excuse full of loopholes to make others feel that he was not sincere and had concealed something, it was better to express the same confusion as the other party. In this way, the other party may even stand in his position to think of the reasons on his behalf.

    <em>Why is the sky blue?</em>

    <em>Yes, why? This editor is also very curious. What do you guys think?</em>

    Luo Hua did not ask any further questions. After all, he had seen too many strange things along the way. Such trivial matters were not surprising at all.

    The group soon reached their destination.

    It was an abandoned office building. But it was difficult to tell what it was used for in the pre-war era just from the outside.

    Perhaps it was because of its unremarkable appearance that it had been ignored by scavengers for two centuries.

    In ordance with the map given by Captain Lu, the group moved along the edge of the hall, entered the safe passage, followed the stairs all the way up, and quickly reached the target floor.

    The corridor was covered with dark green Slime Mold, the necrotic part of which had turned dark brown, and the corpses of dozens of mutants were lying on the ground.

    The mutants here had been cleared, and there were no new mutants wandering around for the time being.

    "What the fuck is this?!" Crouching next to a three-meter-tall humanoid mutant, Sideline cking poked it with the bay of his rifle.

    Its dark skin was ridiculously hard. When the bay stabbed it, it was like stabbing a tire on a heavy truck; the bay pierce it in the slightest.

    <em>Is this thing really a carbon-based creature?</em>

    "Tyrant..." Chu Guang nced at the mutant on the ground, frowning slightly. "The fifth-ring actually has such a monster."

    "Dear administrator, is this Tyrant difficult to deal with?" Ample Time looked at him and asked.

    "It¡¯s not easy to deal with," Chu Guang said after thinking for a while. "If you meet it in this kind of terrain, it can easily wipe out two teams like yours."

    Actually, he had never seen it before. Exaggerating it would never go wrong regardless.

    While Ample Time swallowed and Gale shrank back, Old White and Sideline cking didn¡¯t feel anything. After all, their equipment was not that precious.

    Even if they dropped, they would not feel distressed.

    Bypassing the Tyrant¡¯s corpse, Chu Guang took the group of people through the alloy door with the words indicating that only stagg could enter and arrived inside of the Carbon Dioxide trap.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The space it contained was veryrge, upying almost half of the entire floor. The ceiling of the current floor was also removed, allowing it to use space on the upper levels.

    Carbon Dioxide produced throughout the building would be sent here through a central venttion system, where it would be broken down into graphite and oxygen, then hydrogenated, or the oxygen would be reced with hydrogen as needed.

    For the people of that era, atoms were like toys in their hands. With almost endless energy they could splurge on, they transformed nature¡¯s creations into what they needed.

    And those products that were produced were packed in boxes with special materials and stacked next to the dedicated freight elevator, waiting for the staff who would nevere to transport them away.

    Looking at the hundreds of cubes piled up in the room, Chu Guang roughly estimated that there were about three or four hundred cubes.

    He couldn¡¯t help asking, "Your captain never wondered what¡¯s inside those boxes?"

    "We are not interested in those things. As long as there is enough energy, we can produce resources rted to carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. At most, it is a matter of cost... For example, this row of ck boxes looks like graphite. It seems that you are quite unlucky."

    Luo Hua chuckled and walked to another row of boxes.

    Pointing his shlight at it, he read the text on it and continued toment with interest. "This is okay. It¡¯s a pile of high-polymer fibers... See the X-4bel."

    "X-4?"

    "A kind of code. After all, their spatial structure isplicated and bizarre, we can¡¯t always use chemical forms to represent them." After a pause, Luo Hua continued, "By the way, although its main purpose is to make clothes, it can also be used to rece wood fibers in smokeless powder, and increase the explosion speed and power by at least 20%... That¡¯s how we use it."

    It¡¯s much easier to understand this way.

    In game terms, it would be something like

    <strong>[Rifle ammunition power +20%, explosion probability +?]</strong>

    Chu Guang silently memorized its purpose, and nced at the number of simr boxes. There were about forty or fifty of them lying about.

    It was estimated that there were at least twenty or thirty tons of stuff they had to bring back.

    <em>Seems to be enough for a long time.</em>

    At this moment, Luo Hua, who was walking in front, suddenly yelped in fright, "Holy shit?!"

    Chu Guang, whose thoughts were interrupted, raised his head and immediately walked to his side. The four yers who thought that the plot had been triggered also surrounded him and peeked curiously.

    "What happened?" Chu Guang asked in their stead.

    "Dit Rubber!" Looking at the unremarkable dusty box in front of him, Luo Hua took a deep breath, looked in disbelief, and said with envy in his eyes, "How can this thing appear here?! This is too much!"

    Chu Guang: "Is there a problem?"

    "Of course there is! The products of Carbon Dioxide collectors are mainly determined by the industrial needs of the region. Starch, graphite, and polymer fibers are moremon. Olefins, alkanes, even benzaldehyde, and ketones may appear near industrial areas. But Dit Rubber... I have only seen it near the Aerospace Industrial Park, is there an aerospace industry in Clearspring City?"

    Taking a deep breath, Luo Hua concluded, "In other words, you guys have hit a jackpot!"

    Dit Rubber, aposite nanomaterial formed by chemical bonding of organic and inorganicponents at the molecr level.

    Yes, it was not a pure organicponent. It cannot be synthesized by simply relying on Carbon Dioxide and water. Other substances must be added into the reaction system. Even in Ideal City, it was also very expensive.

    That was why Luo Hua was so surprised.

    In an oxygen-free environment, its molecr structure was folded and arranged, and it existed in the form of a colloidal liquid at a macroscopic level. Once it encountered oxygen and was at room temperature, it would transform into a solid state in a rtively short time, and the molecr structure would also change at the same time, bing a crystalttice.

    It was like cement that had undergone a hydration reaction.

    The process was usually irreversible due to changes in molecrposition.

    The material had excellent wear resistance, acid and alkali resistance, and had almost metal-like resistance to high temperature, and was not as easy to age as traditional rubber, which was extremely rare in traditional polymers. It was for this reason that it was usually used as an aerospace material.

    Chu Guang asked casually, ¡°Can you produce this?"

    The expression on Luo Hua¡¯s face was slightly embarrassed. After all, he had just bragged about their ability, but now he was pped in the face in less than two minutes.

    With a slight cough, he tried to exin. "... We can¡¯t regard this as a hydrocarbon in the strict sense. It also contains a lot of inorganicponents, which is equivalent to an organic and inorganic hybrid polymer."

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully and tried to trante the sentence he couldn¡¯t understand to something he could...

    <em>They cannot produce it.</em>

    "There are at least about fifty tons here..." Luo Hua looked at the situation in the warehouse with envy, and said with emotion, "Don¡¯t let our division chief know."

    "Why?"

    "I¡¯m worried that he will not be able to sleep."

    "..."

    <em>Is it that exaggerated?</em>

    Chu Guang felt that if Li De wanted it, he wouldn¡¯t be so stingy that he wouldn¡¯t give any to the other party.

    It was just that the distance from here to the operation camp was so far, and the goods had to be moved downstairs...

    It wouldn¡¯t be too much to charge a shipping fee, right?

    In short, ording to Luo Hua¡¯s introduction, Dit Rubber was very versatile and valuable. After processing the information for a while, Chu Guang felt that its status in the rubber industry was probably simr to perfluoroether rubber in the early 21st century.

    And there was no difficulty in processing while trying to use them.

    Before encountering oxygen, it could be kneaded like glue, and there was no other rubber material like it that was easier to handle.

    In addition, due to its good sealing performance, it was widely used in aerospace, nanodevices, bionic engineering, mechanical sealing, and other industries.

    For example, the exoframe produced before the war used this material!

    Of course, its use was not limited to that. Many industrial production equipment used rubber. If it could be reced with Dit rubber, the maintenance cost would be greatly reduced, and the production efficiency would also be greatly improved.

    With these goodies, the industrial area of ??the outpost would not have to worry about rubber for a while.

    Of course, with so many boxes, it was impossible for six people to move them back.

    As a result, Chu Guang immediately updated an express delivery mission on the VM.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Transport the goods from the specified location to the outpost (Strength Type Rmended)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins and 10 contribution points<strong>]</strong>

    There was less and less work in the operation camp now, so Chu Guang always had to find something to do for those energetic yers...

    ...

    After returning to the outpost, Luo Hua went back to his office to pack up his stuff with his partner, Ace.

    The Pioneer would leave the day after tomorrow, so their work here was over, and there would be a car to pick them up before evening.

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help feeling a little sad when he thought that the drinking buddy he had just be acquainted with was leaving soon, so he returned to the shelter, chose a bottle of red wine ted with gold paint from the old leech¡¯s collection, and took it to the temporary office.

    "Thank you for your help in the past few weeks, I don¡¯t have anything good for you here." Putting the red wine into Luo Hua¡¯s hands, Chu Guang looked at him sincerely and said, "This bottle of wine is my goodbye gift to you. Remember not to drink it at work."

    "Thank you, your friendship is the most precious gift to me!" Taking the red wine from Chu Guang with a moved face, Luo Hua rummaged in his pockets for a while, looking embarrassed. "... Damn it, I¡¯m not prepared at all."

    His pocket was cleaner than his face.

    There were still a few banknotes before...

    "It¡¯s okay, your friendship is equally precious to me," Chu Guang said with a smile. "When your Journey to the West is finished, just send me a copy."

    "I will definitely send you one! But this is different, I have to give you something..." Luo Hua thought hard for a while, and then suddenly his eyes lit up. "Yes! Let me write a letter for you."

    Chu Guang gave him a confused look. "A letter?"

    Luo Hua nodded immediately and said excitedly, "Yes, I have a drinking buddy on the East Coast. Although his alcohol tolerance is not as good as mine, he is not that bad! Of course, not only drinking, he is also an engineer... Although I forgot about what the thing he studied was called, I always heard himin that life in Ideal City was too boring, and he envied those of us who are lucky enough to set foot on the journey for the future of human civilization.

    "When I get back on the Pioneer, I will write a letter to him, and rmend him toe to you!"

    Chu Guang always felt that the guy was a little naive.

    How was the other partyining? Obviously, the person was trying to show off.

    But out of politeness, he still smiled and nodded. "Then I¡¯m looking forward to your good news."

    Luo Hua grinned, patted his chest, and guaranteed, "Don¡¯t worry! I¡¯m very reliable!"

    Ace, who had already packed her luggage, nced at him. If Chu Guang was not mistaken, she just rolled her eyes¡­

 Chapter 163: Setting Off

    <strong>[Item:</strong> Letter From Luo Hua<strong>]</strong>

    "My dear friend Bucky, I have to tell you good news. With the generosity of our ally, we have sessfully repaired the broken parts and will be back on the road soon!

    "I remember that thest time I wrote to you was half a month ago. The reason why you haven¡¯t heard from me for so long is not that I forgot about you, but because I was sent to carry out a very important mission, serving as a liaison with our ally... This job is very important, you can think of it as being a diplomat. There is a lot of entertaining I had to do, but it is not annoying.

    "I remember you told me that you wanted to go over that towering wall and go to the world outside. You want to see the mountains andkes in the distance, and the endless deserts and swamps; you want to climb over the snow-capped mountains and jungles, and look for lost relics. I remember you once told me that you were tired of the boring life, and you were very envious that I could find a group of like-minded partners, let go of the mundane, and go deep into the wilderness upied by chaos and barbarism.

    "I mean, if that¡¯s the case¡­ Why not try it? The road is just under your feet. And as I write this letter, we have traveled thousands of kilometers, and will soon go further.

    "If you can¡¯t find the way, I solemnly rmend the partners we met in Clearspring City to you. They are a group of hardworking, brave, good people with a positive outlook on life, who live in the Shelter 404. They have an impressive culture and every day with them is such a joy.

    "It¡¯s a great ce. When you get there, you¡¯ll understand why I said that."

    On the Pioneer.

    Lying in afortable single room with the back of his head resting on his arms, Luo Hua faced the holographic window suspended in front of him and dictated the content of the letter.Speaking of which, he had been away from home for more than a year. The crowded and noisy environment that he despised before was actually missed now in retrospect.

    "I should write a letter to Dad as well." Luo Hua sighed softly, and was about to send it, but then he suddenly remembered that he forgot to leave his signature, so he immediately added another line.

    "Your best friend, Luo Hua."

    ...

    Two dayster, on an ordinary morning¡­

    There was no grand ceremony. As if the time was up, the steel fortress crawling in the wilderness spread out the steel structure to both sides like a gantry crane.

    The robotic arm lowered from the steel structure was like a hand, picking up the modr production units previously deployed in the open space one by one and putting them back on the back of the Pioneer.

    This was an incredible scene, but it was as natural as breathing to the people on the Pioneer.

    Standing in front of the porthole of the office and looking at the production module slowly rising outside the window, Li De¡¯s face showed a relieved expression. "It¡¯s finally time to get back on the road."

    He had waited too long for this moment.

    "Yes, we have been dyed here for half a month." Standing behind Division Chief Li, although Wang Jie expressed his approval, his mood was veryplicated.

    On the one hand, he wanted to stay here for a few more days.

    On the other, his savings was pretty much wiped out.

    In fact, he wasn¡¯t the only one with simr troubles. Ever since the water truck driver came back with a bag of buns, they were unable to save any money.

    Fortunately, they couldn¡¯t swipe their card to pay the blue coats. Arge part of their sry was directly stored in their ount. Otherwise, they would¡¯ve probably used their savings.

    If Wang Jie was just feeling troubled, then Division Chief Li who was standing in front of him at this moment was feeling a severe headache.

    In just half a month, those blue coats actually earned 210,000CR!

    Li De deeply reviewed his mistakes in decision-making.

    When he signed thebor contract, he never considered that these blue coats woulde to his door to do business, and he never thought that these poor blue coats would actually make money from them.

    Therefore, when pricing the traded goods, Li De only referred to the most basic sry expenditures. It was estimated that he would spend 2,000CR per day, and he would spend up to 50,000 to 60,000CR at most before departing.

    However, that was also something that couldn¡¯t be helped.

    Who would have thought that those people would engage in value-added services, and they were also doing side business at the operation camp, so that his budget exceeded by an order of magnitude.

    <em>Those items on the list should not be sold to them at cost price!</em>

    Of course, Li De thought about it afterwards and felt that it might not be a bad thing.

    Although those blue coats earned 210,000CR, after a wave of rational analysis, it showed that the trade deficit was still 0. Chu Guang eventually spent all the money back on them.

    The bill circted around and eventually flowed back to the Pioneer. The current financial situation of the logistics department was very good, and the refrigerators in the cafeteria were even stuffed with steamed buns, dumplings, and wontons made by blue coats¡­ There was a lot of food that could be used to boost morale.

    <em>If I look at it from this perspective...</em>

    <em>It can¡¯t be called a total loss, right</em>?

    After taking a sip of the fragrant coffee, Li De looked out the porthole and said slowly, "Speaking of which, what did they buy from us?"

    Wang Jie replied, "Some metal-hydrogen batteries and exoskeletons¡­ The rest has been reced by grain and crop seeds."

    The purchase of exoskeletons was easy to understand. In the absence of exoframes, it was the perfect substitute.

    It was just this metal-hydrogen battery...

    Li De asked curiously, "What do they want metal-hydrogen batteries for?"

    Wang Jie was also at a loss. "I don¡¯t know... Maybe they n to make exoskeletons or drones themselves?"

    "..."

    <em>Do they have that type of technology?</em>

    <em>This is a bit unusual!</em>

    ...n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The outpost of Shelter 404 certainly didn¡¯t have technology like that, but it wouldn¡¯t be long till they had it!

    Just as the Pioneer was packing up, Chu Guang, apanied by Luca, was counting the wool in the warehouse of the operation camp.

    A total of 213,420CR, after removing thepensation of 117,000CR, was 96,420CR.

    What is the concept of 96,000CR then?

    It was equivalent to his yers creating an ie of 9,000CR for him everyday. And at least half of them were earned through trade other thanbor dispatch.

    Such an amazing surplus, let alone the wool of those fat sheep, even the sheepskin was almost peeled off by his yers!

    Excluding the 10,000CR spent on changing Boss Xia¡¯s leg, there was still 203,420CR left.

    This hard-won huge sum of money was paid by his yers with their endless sweat, and even their blood. So Chu Guang naturally couldn¡¯t squander it at will.

    After some deliberation, Chu Guang first took out 100,000CR and purchased 50mon types of metal hydrogen batteries with an average of 2,000CR per piece.

    As for why he wanted to buy batteries, the reason was very simple. It was the most cost-effectivemodity, and it was difficult to buy it in Clearspring City.

    ording to Chu Guang¡¯s research on the KV-1 exoskeleton produced by Boulder Town, the only thing that could be called alien technology in the entire exoskeleton was a solid-state hydrogen battery.

    As for the mechanical structure and engineering design, although there were some notable points, they were not excellent enough to impress people.

    The metal hydrogen battery produced by Enterprise had a higher energy density than ordinary solid-state hydrogen batteries.

    That was real alien technology to him and whether it was used to make a drone or an exoskeleton, it was very reliable. Even if he bought a bunch of KV-1 directly, changing their battery would improve its endurance by a lot.

    The price of 2,000CR was definitely cheap!

    Chu Guang estimated that in the region of Clear Spring City, this kind of good thing that could be used as a strategic reserve should be sold for 4,000CR at least or exchanged for equivalent goods.

    After spending 100,000CR to buy batteries, he still had 103,420 CR left.

    After some weighing, Chu Guang took out half of it and exchanged it with seeds of grains and some pre-war crops, and used the remaining half to buy 10 sets of Miner Type I Exoskeletons worth 5,000CR each.

    Regarding the set of exoskeleton, anyone could tell what it was used for just by hearing its name.

    But that was not important.

    KV-1 was still used to move bricks, and it was welded with steel bars and steel tes, which could also be used as a pseudo-exoframe.

    In particr, this Miner Type I exoskeleton had a much better design than the junk he bought from Boulder Town.

    Not to mention other benefits, the metal hydrogen battery it carried was so much stronger than that of KV-1. Its excellent electronic control system and motor design not only ensured long battery life, but also provided it with stronger and more stable power output. If yers wanted, thicker and heavier armor could theoretically be welded onto it!

    In Enterprise, the Miner Type I Exoskeleton was a ss E trading product, and it was also the most advanced one that Chu Guang could buy under the mechanical exoskeleton item.

    Of course, the set of exoskeleton was not without any shorings.

    The explosive power of metal hydrogen was 35 times that of conventional explosives, and the detonation speed was far higher than that of Cyclonite. In theory, this thing only needed 1 liter to blow up a main battle tank. Therefore, in theter Type II and Type III, Enterprise changed the metal hydrogen back to a slightly safer solid-state hydrogen battery, and the export control was also lowered to ss F traded goods.

    Interestingly, though, even though the Type II and III were safer, the best seller in the wastnd was still the original.

    Even though White strongly suggested buying the safer Type II, Chu Guang insisted on his idea without hesitation.

    "With these things, I feel like I don¡¯t need to sell my old armor..."

    Looking at the industrial-style exoskeletons in the warehouse, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but ponder. However, he only thought for less than three seconds before making a decision.

    "Forget it, I¡¯ll sell it.¡±

    "Just consider it a bonus for my hardworking yers."

    After all, it was the armor used by the administrator. So Chu Guang decided to use the auction to determine its ownership. Only the most industrious yers could have this armor engraved with honor!

    <em>Mhm, when I go back, I¡¯ll have to make two more scratches on its front armor.</em>

    As for the Miner Type I Exoskeleton, Chu Guang intended to stipte that yers were required to reach the Citizen level to purchase this kind of exoskeleton, and each ount would be limited to one purchase. In addition, the exoskeleton would be automatically bound after purchase and could not be traded to yers or neutral NPCs. If yers didn¡¯t want it, they could only sell it to the designated warehouse or weapon store.

    Considering the import price was as high as 5,000CR, the selling price of 5,000 silver coins should be more reasonable.

    But if he really set a price that high, his yers would probably have to save money until next year before they could afford buying one.

    "I¡¯ll sell it for 2,000 silver coins then¡­ But there should be an additional threshold. Not only do they have to be a Citizen, but they also have to reach level 10 before they can buy it!"

    Hoarding the equipment and storing in the warehouse without using them is something that only the old leech would do.

    As long as the equipment could be obtained by the highly active Combat Profession yers, whether they were using the equipment to move bricks, scavenge, hunt or do other things, it was the most profitable choice for Chu Guang.

    Basically unless they happened to be the intelligence type, Lifestyle Profession yers would find it difficult to quickly level up in the early stage.

    The most typical representative of them was Mosquito. Since his gic sequence was an agility type, he often stayed in his workshop and rarely went out to do missions, so his level was still only LV5. Tomato Eggs, who started ying the game with him, had already reached LV6 before the expansion. He was now almost LV7, and was already a mature constitution type tank.

    After asking Luca to arrange trucks to transport some of the goods back to the outpost, Chu Guang, who walked out of the warehouse, nced at the employees of Pioneer who were busy packing outside the camp, his eyes full of unwillingness.

    <em>If only they could stay a few more days.</em>

    <em>Popcorn has only just be popr on the Pioneer. It¡¯s really a shame that we haven¡¯t been able to sell much...</em>

    ...

    It took them ten minutes to deploy, but one hour to pack up.

    Before eight o¡¯clock in the morning, the people of Pioneer finally finished packing.

    However, this steel behemoth did not take everything away. For example, the operation camp about 100 meters away was kept intact.

    Not only that, but in the period after encountering the Army, the Pioneer also helped the local shelter residents to reinforce the operation camp for the second time.

    The current operation camp not only had a three-meter-tall reinforced concrete wall, but also had a five-meter-tall trapezoidal gun tower at the four corners of the camp.

    In addition, there were 300 tons of cement that hadn¡¯t been used, which was also left in the camp by the Pioneer¡¯s crew.

    Together with the supplies that Chu Guang bought with CR, they were ced in different warehouses.

    "... This is a little token of goodwill from us, I hope they can help you." Captain Lu Yang, wearing an exoframe, walked up to Chu Guang and a group of shelter residents, and lifted the visor of his helmet.

    Chu Guang looked at him and said solemnly, "Thank you, you have helped us a lot, I will remember this favor."

    To be honest, Chu Guang seldom revealed his heart to others in his previous life or in this.

    However, his words were absolutely genuine.

    It was rare to see such a serious expression on this friend¡¯s face, but Captain Lu Yang didn¡¯t keep it in mind and smiled heartily.

    "Likewise, you have also helped us a lot. Without your help, we would not have been able to get back on the road so soon."

    After a moment¡¯s pause, that hearty smile suddenly became a little mncholy.

    "Goodbye, my friend. If all goes well, we will meet again!"

    When he came back, he woulde back victorious!

    Chu Guang nodded. "Definitely, I wish you victory and a worry-free journey."

    "Thank you!"

    After fist-bumping each other as a final goodbye gesture, Lu Yang, who left in a dashing manner, waved his hand and stood on the elevator leading to the steel fortress.

    That would be the final batch.

    The elevator rose slowly, and the doors mmed shut.

    The ground trembled heavily, making a dull sound. Driven by fusion energy, the magnificent Continental Vessel started to move again.

    The steel crawler moved forward slowly and firmly, running over the snow-covered ground and the frozen branches, and finally merged with the stalwart figure into the winter morning mist, leaving only a dozen ruts-like ravines.

    This shocking scene made the yers standing at the gate of the operation camp widen their eyes in shock as if their eyes were glued to the invisible fortress.

    "They¡­ Left?"

    "This, is, freaking, AWESOME! This fortress can really move! I¡¯m beginning to doubt the authenticity of this game¡¯s physics engine!"

    "After a wave of rational analysis, with nuclear fusion, it is indeed possible... But the material is probably not ordinary steel, otherwise it will not be able to withstand its huge weight."

    "Alright, alright, stop analyzing it. I just want to know if this expansion is over now?"

    "Probably? The scavenging mission in the northern town has been gone since yesterday. Did you guys pay attention to the VM at all?"

    "Wait a minute, aren¡¯t there more than 100 unlucky yers who haven¡¯t been resurrected?"

    "Damn it, those developers are really ridiculous. They definitely can¡¯t fix the bug, so they decided to close the expansion instead!"

    "Hahahaha, well said, brother, well said!"

    Hearing the chatter of the yers, Chu Guang smiled lightly.

    Looking away from the fortress that disappeared into the distance, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped on the VM.

    The pre-edited server announcement was immediately sent to each yer¡¯s VM and the official website.

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>The prosperity of the operation camp has reached 100 points, and it has grown into a survivor¡¯s stronghold. It is now renamed to, Longevity Town.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>The Continental Vessel expansion has been sessfullypleted. The yers who couldn¡¯t be resurrected can now log in to the game normally.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Server announcement:</strong> 100 new yers who have been invited in Alpha 0.8 version have logged into the game, let¡¯s wee them together!<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 164: Mission to Unlock Level B3 in Longevity Town

    Meanwhile, the operation camp logo in the VM was reced with a new logo, and aplete data card!

    <strong>[Stronghold Name: </strong>Longevity Town<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Stronghold Level: </strong>Vige (Lv1)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Prosperity: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Industrial Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Business Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirements: </strong>Building materials (donations can grant regional prestige)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Properties: </strong>Exploration (Revenue from scavenging mission +10%), Construction (Revenue from infrastructure mission +10%)<strong>]</strong>

    Looking at a series of messages popping up on the VM, the yers standing in the open space exchanged surprised looks and started discussing. "Damn! The expansion is really over!"

    "What the hell. Why are both the industrial index and the business index at 0?"

    "After all, the illegal workshops and illegal brick kilns are both registered at the outpost, so it¡¯s not strange that the industrial index being 0. NPCs are all gone, so the business index is also 0... I¡¯m just guessing."

    "Longevity Town? How is this a town? Why can¡¯t I see it?"

    "Yeah, what the hell?! The developers are clearly trying to fool us!"

    While those yers were whining, more than 200 nurturing cabins on level B2 of the shelter ten kilometers away opened simultaneously, and soon after that, the doors were mmed open one after another.

    Not just the yers who died in the previous battle, there were also neers who have just logged into the game. All of them logged into the game at the same time!

    As always, the neers would be locked in the room for a while to let them calm down a little. Only after they finally calmed down, and the radio in the room finished exining the tutorial and user notes, would the alloy door be opened.

    As for the old yers who had just been resurrected, Chu Guang also locked them in for a while before releasing them.

    After all, after holding it in for so long, it was inevitable that they would do stupid things when they were too excited. Since the game didn¡¯t allow alternate ounts, it was better to lock them in if they wanted to do something stupid.

    It was also for their good.

    However...

    Chu Guang still underestimated the power of withdrawal.

    As soon as the alloy door of the single room opened, Makka Pakka rushed into the hall on level B2 like a wild husky that had run loose.

    He slid forward when he almost reached the elevator, hugging the door of the central elevator with both hands, jabbing the up button like he was having convulsions with his index finger while shouting excitedly, "Hahahaha! I¡¯m back! The first ce is mine!"

    Soon, more pounding footsteps rushed from the corridor to the hall and swarmed towards the elevator following Makka Pakka.

    "Damn! How can you run so fast! Are you a dog?"

    "Everyone, calm down! We are civilized yers and there are only a few elevators. Please form a queue behind me so we can go to the ground in an orderly manner!"

    "Ahhhhh! Let me go up first! I want to see Xiaoyu count the money!"

    "Humph, idiots! What¡¯s so good about Xiaoyu! I want to see the handsome and dashing administrator!"

    "I came first! Obviously, I came first!" Makka Pakka, who was squeezed out of the crowd, screamed, looking at the elevator that went up and felt like crying.

    They had a bet on the official website forum before logging in; whoever was the first to get out of the shelter would be the winner, and everyone else had to pay the winner 1 silver coin.

    Except for Garbage, who couldn¡¯t get out of the shelter, more than 100 yers who got stuck in the bug all participated.

    That was a lot of people!

    With 1 coin each, they would get a huge sum of money!

    The front of the elevator was crowded with many old yers.

    Those neers who were still lingering in the back were fumbling left and right, sighing at how realistic the modeling was. After seeing the behaviors of these old yers, many of them were stunned.

    <em>What are these people doing?</em>

    <em>Is this game so wild?</em>

    Xia Yan, who was standing next to them with her arms crossed, nced at the people who crowded the elevator door with disdain, and couldn¡¯t help butin to Little Seven next to her, "Are these guys suffering from brain damage? Why do I feel that they are not very smart."

    Like Luca, she also gradually realized that the yers¡¯ existence was simr to clones, and they would not die.

    She didn¡¯t know much about cloning technology, she only knew that it was not umon in the wastnd, so she didn¡¯t take it too seriously.

    <em>Who knows?</em>

    Maybe there was a kind of technology that could recreate a clone from a tube of brain... Anyway, she was not an expert in that.

    Besides, thinking about how Chu Guang would ask his yers to take back every corpse carefully and throw it into the furnace that she didn¡¯t know what its use was, she felt that maybe it was possible.

    Little Seven tilted its camera, looked at Xia Yan, and buzzed helplessly, "Master said that this is performance art. You can just ignore them. If someone does something strange, just leave it to Little Seven!"

    <em>Performance art?</em>

    <em>What is that?</em>

    After failing to figure out what it was after thinking for a long time, Xia Yan decided not to think about those troublesome things.

    In front of the new yers, she lowered her arms, lightly flicked her fiery red hair, and nced around them with sharp eyes.

    "Are you the new recruits sent by the organization? Unfortunately, the administrator is not here today, so I¡¯ll be the one who is going to discipline you all.¡±

    "If you don¡¯t want me to whip you, you¡¯d better be obedient."

    Those were the lines prepared for the Weapon Store Owner by Chu Guang.

    The next part of the novice tutorial would be carried out by Little Seven, but clearly, no one was paying attention to the fucking bin after hearing that.

    The new yers who were still in shock stared at Xia Yan with a foolish expression on their faces.

    <em>Discipline?</em>

    <em>Whip?</em>

    <em>Wait, is this something you can y without spending money?</em>

    ...

    As both new and old yers logged into the game, the number of yers in the server was full again, reaching the upper limit of 500 yers.

    Almost at the same time, Chu Guang¡¯s Administrator Menu finally received brand-new special missions after a long time.

    This time, he received two at once!

    <strong>[Mission:</strong> Explore Shelter 117<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Type: </strong>Main Mission<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Use the mapping function of VM toplete the exploration of the entire area of ??Shelter No. 117, not missing anything.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>Unlocking Level B3<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Find Shetler 117 Administrator¡¯s Vm<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Type: </strong>Side Mission<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>200 reward points<strong>]</strong>

    "The permissions for level B3 are actually rted to Shelter 117?"

    In the central square of the operation camp, Chu Guang, who had just assigned missions to the yers, stroked his chin and looked at the two missions on the system interface with interest.

    Both missions were not difficult. Xia Yan knew where Shelter 117 was, and even the maic card that opened the gate of the shelter was obtained by him in the past.

    In the freezing weather where there would be heavy snow, he wasn¡¯t worried that there would be mercenaries from Boulder Towning to fight with him over the stuff in Shelter 117.

    As long as the mutants from the subway entrance to the shelter entrance were cleared, his yers could even scrape the ground clean, let alone explore a map!

    As for the VM¡­ That would probably require a bit of luck. After all, no one could say for sure if that guy would still be in the shelter.

    "It just happened that there are Armour Fist Bazookas and ten light machine guns in the arsenal. It shouldn¡¯t be a big problem to clear out Creepers with those weapons."

    <em>Anyway, the firepower would definitely be enough. I¡¯ll just leave this mission to the yers to worry about.</em>

    As for Chu Guang himself, he still had more important things to aplish.

    The east side of Longevity Town, a foam structure barracks housed the prisoners of the Army.

    Twenty-six people huddled together in one room, all sleeping on the floor, wearing only a shirt, and they had to lean closer to the plumbing pipes to keep warm.

    When Chu Guang arrived nearby with two yers of strength type, the squad leaders in the barracks were whispering in a low voice.

    "Those people from Enterprise are gone..."

    "They didn¡¯t take us with them."

    "Are they going to leave us to the natives?"

    Thinking of the hundreds of shelter residents who died in that battle, many people¡¯s faces showed a frightened expression.

    Only god knew what those savages would do to them.

    Maybe they would throw them into the snow and watch them freeze to death, or let them kill each other and brutally execute thest survivor.

    They were scared because they¡¯d seen these things even if they hadn¡¯t done it before.

    In the Army, tactics simr to those were all toomon, not only being used against the enemy, but also asionally against their own people.

    Vanus didn¡¯t participate in their discussion. He just sat quietly against the wall, quietly waiting for his fate.

    The answer was actually obvious.

    The people at Enterprise refused to sell them to the local survivor stronghold and refused to mediate. Clearly, they didn¡¯t intend to keep them alive.

    Now it was just a question of how they would die.

    The next second, the door of the barracks was opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snow suddenly blew in, causing several people at the door to shrink into a ball and shiver.

    Of course, it was not just because of the cold.

    Part of the reason was because of the man standing at the door.

    <em>He¡¯s here!</em>

    Looking at Chu Guang¡¯s face, Vanus felt that his heart was in his throat. He only hoped that these people would end his life quickly and not torture him for too long.

    However, to his surprise, the shelter administrator standing at the door did not immediately order them all to be executed.

    He looked at them and said, "From now on, you will need to reform yourselves through manualbor. If you want to live, you have to work."

    Looking down at everyone in the cell with cold eyes, Chu Guang continued, "Who is your superior?"

    All the eyes hesitantly looked at the man in the cell against the wall.

    Knowing that there was no way to hide this thing, Vanus sighed in his heart and stood up from the ground.

    "It¡¯s me¡­ Sir."

    Hearing that this guy called him so respectfully, Chu Guang was amused.

    He was just about to praise his tenacity, but he didn¡¯t expect that the other side would give up resisting so easily.

    However, Chu Guang¡¯s face still maintained an expressionless majesty, staring sharply at the man. "The rest stay here, wait for your arrangements. As for you,e out with me."

    Following Chu Guang out of the barracks, Vanus felt his legs as stiff as lead. He had a feeling that this part of the road led to the execution ground.

    But even so, he still had to go.

    The north wind continued to howl.

    The wind and snow swept towards Vanus like a knife. Because he was only wearing a single shirt, his lips became purplish blue from the cold, and his muscles trembled uncontrobly.

    The two yers next to Chu Guang whispered to each other.

    "Damn, our administrator is still a sadist."

    "He has to torture someone before we hang them."

    "Tsk tsk tsk, it¡¯s too miserable, too miserable."

    Chu Guang ignored the whispers of the two yers about the mission plot. He took Vanus to the warehouse in Longevity Town, took a piece of clothes that yers scavenged from the battlefield, and threw it into Vanus¡¯s hands.

    "Put it on."

    Taking the fur coat that was riddled with bullet holes, Vanus, who thought he would be executed, was surprised, but he still put the coat on quickly.

    Although the cold coat didn¡¯t bring him any warmth, at least it kept his body temperature from dropping quickly.

    "Your subordinates will stay here to produce cement, carry stones, and build our home, while you will be sent to a brick kiln ten kilometers away."

    Vanus swallowed to moisten his parched throat. "Can I ask a question?"

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Yes."

    He tried to show a forced smile from his frozen face and proposed, "I have a family in the west. I can pay the ransom myself... How about 100,000 Dinar? No, 200,000! I can take out all my possessions!"

    Chu Guang raised an eyebrow curiously, "Dinar?"

    Vanus quickly exined, "That¡¯s our currency, made of gold. 200,000 Dinar is enough to buy 100 strong ves. They are not mass-produced cannon fodders. They are the kind of people who can work and understand yourmands. They are almost the same as normal people."

    Looking at the mocking smile on the face of the man in front of him, Vanus spoke faster, even a little flustered,pletely losing the calmness he had before. "Of course, if you are not interested inborers, you can also use the money to buy dozens of beautiful female ves, all of whom have excellent genes and are professionally trained... I assure you that I will pay the ransom. I just ask you to let me live!"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    It seemed that the Army used precious metals as currency and mainly traded ves.

    But it was quite understandable after thinking about it. After all, their human cloning technology was so developed that it made no sense to produce only one type.

    Mass-produced clones would be sent to the battlefield to charge and serve as cannon fodder, while naturally grown clones and survivors would serve asborers and be sent to factories or mines to work.

    The strength of the Army couldn¡¯t be underestimated.

    Interrupting his plea for mercy, Chu Guang looked at him and said, "When the next spring starts, if there is a caravan heading west, you can send a letter to your family and ask them to pay your ransom.

    "But not now.¡±

    "You, like your subordinates, need to serve your time to pay for your lives throughbor. This has nothing to do with the ransom in any way, do you understand what I mean?"

    Although Vanus felt humiliated, at least his life was saved.

    He moved his stiff neck and lowered his head. "Understood...

    "I am willing to obey your arrangement."

    It didn¡¯t matter whether his statement was sincere or not, Chu Guang just needed to keep those troubles under his nose until the battle situation in the north became clear.

    After all, it was not appropriate for these people to be released or executed. Chu Guang felt that he would be at a loss if he did not arrange some work for them.

    He was not the good guys from the Pioneer. He was not willing to give out precious food to keep them alive for nothing.

    Except for Vanus, who was sent to the brick factory, a total of twenty-five junior officers, each of whom was given a shovel and a piece of fur clothing that barely protected against the cold, were ordered to clear the snow on open spaces and paths in the camp under the supervision of four guards armed with rifles.

    In the afternoon, they would be assigned to level thend outside the farm.

    Chu Guang nned to build a cement factory on the south side of Longevity Town, and the cement produced would be used to build roads to connect the outpost to Longevity Town.

    When the road was built, the travel time from the outpost to Longevity Town would be reduced by at least half.

    When the time came, Chu Guang also nned to build the road to the town under his jurisdiction in the north, so that his yers would be able to go there to explore the wastnd, and establish a new operation camp in Heavenly Water City further away.

    It was said that the survivors there would be slightly weaker and more scattered, not as strong as in Boulder Town.

    Since he couldn¡¯t expand to the south, it was better to expand to the north.

    Chu Guang intended to upy all thend along the viaduct in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City to absorb the refugees who had escaped from the northern part of the River Valley Province.

    Anyway, that his current n.

    Meanwhile, those yers who were finally resurrected receivedpensation for missing the expansion.

    The yer who received the mostpensation got 300 silver coins, and the least got 150 silver coins. Apart from that, there were also 100 event points, as well as a lottery chance for everyone.

    The final draw was the highlight of the entire expansion.

    ording to the rules published on the official website¡­

    100 event points could be exchanged for a premium gift box, which guaranteed an Army¡¯s Iron Barrel Rifle that was worth 100 silver coins. In the reward pool, there were even more expensive, expansion pack-limited assault rifles of the same type as the ones that soldiers of the Pioneer equipped.

    10 event points could be exchanged for an intermediate gift box, which guaranteed equipment such as weapon essories, armor, or bandages. The reward pool also had expansion pack-limited red dot sights, which was worth 233 silver coins.

    Although 1 event point couldn¡¯t be used to draw anything, it could be exchanged for 1 silver coin, but no one wanted to trade.

    <em>Don¡¯t be ridiculous. Whates out of the gift box is a limited reward?!</em>

    <em>Wouldn¡¯t this red dot sight be tantamount to an aim assist?</em>

    <em>Only fools would use event points to exchange for money!</em>

    Since not all yers had VM, the lottery for this expansion was arranged on the official website.

    6:00 in the evening in the Wastnd, and 6:00 in the morning in reality.

    The announcement of the gift box exchange was posted on the official website on time.

    When the yers and cloud gamers squatting on the forum saw the dazzling reward pool, the entire server instantly exploded with excitement!<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    <strong>In case you forget, cloud gamers mean those yers who haven¡¯t obtained testing qualifications. Those people are simply imagining that they are ying the game. Hence cloud gamers.</strong></blockquote>

 Chapter 165: REJOICE

    Official website forum.

    Book Worm: Hahahaha! Awesome, I won the second prize, a LD-47 Sickle Assault Rifle!

    Mosquito: I also got the second prize! Wait, Armour Fist Bazooka is a single-use item, right? What a rip-off!

    Night Ten: God damnit! Why are you all so lucky? I freaking opened two premium gift boxes, but all I got were a stupid squad leader pistol, and an army-limited iron barrel rifle, the Ripper... This shit is even worse than the 7mm produced by Boulder Town! Bad luck! What bad luck!

    Makka Pakka: LMAO, this guy has the worst luck! It¡¯s confirmed!

    Night Ten: Red dot! Fuck yeah! My intermediate gift box has a red dot. Hahahaha!

    Makka Pakka: %)@#!

    The announcement of the gift box exchange has just been updated for less than ten minutes, but the speed of new posts popping up on the official website forum has more than doubled.

    There were those who were showing off gift boxes and prizes, those who were showing off their event points, those who were furious and cursing, and those who were live-streaming the process of opening the gift boxes.The whole forum was buzzing as the gift reward pool of this expansion pack could be said to be pretty good.

    In particr, there was even an orange-yellow exoskeleton as a special prize!

    ording to the disy data, whether it was the load-bearing abilities or battery life, it far exceeded the KV-1 exoskeleton used by the administrator before, and it used the pinnacle of electrochemical batteries, one that was made from metal hydrogen!

    This type of battery was already a quasi-T1-level technology in the game setting, much higher than the polymer azide battery and solid-state hydrogen battery!

    Although the exoskeleton was called the Miner Type I, that was not important.

    Putting it on, the muscr yer of the strength type could be transformed into a moving fortress, and physically weak yers of the intelligence type could also be a super warrior.

    Since it was motion-sensing rather than neural sensing, the equipment did not require any attributes. In other words, it was levelless equipment that had no hard requirements!

    As the special prize of this prize draw, both premium gift boxes and intermediate gift boxes had a chance to give out the prize, but the probability was only 1% and 0.1% respectively.

    In addition to the special prize, the first prize of the premium gift box also included the Enterprise¡¯s standard weapon, the ck Swan G9 assault rifle.

    With apact barrel and receiver, modr essories and foldable stock, digital grey city camouge... All of its features were designed for urban terrain.

    Moreover, the 7mm caliber ammunition was very effective against humans and mutants; in particr, the gun could switch between automatic and semi-automatic rate of fire, and even adjust the firing rate in automatic mode, covering 60/200/700 rounds per minute in three different modes.

    Once it was switched to the highest gear, the assault rifle would immediately change to a submachine gun!

    In the previous battle against the Army, Chu Guang obtained 20 ck Swans and 31 red dot sights from the Pioneer.

    After the battle, he had been busy arranging funerals, so Li De was too embarrassed to ask Chu Guang to give them back. Of course, Chu Guang would not take the initiative to bring it up, so the matter was put on hold.

    In the prize pool of this prize draw, Chu Guang put a total of 10 ck Swans in the premium gift box, and 10 red dot sights in the intermediate gift box.

    As for the rest, they were priced at 500 silver coins and 233 silver coins respectively. He nned to sell them slowly at the Weapon Shop.

    After all, although it was fun to y with this type of gun, the ammo was way too expensive.

    The bullets equipped by the well-funded Enterprise for the ck Swan G9 were all filled with X-4 fibers. ording to the design process, its theoretical explosion rate could reach 133% of the traditional smokeless powder. ????????¨§?

    Although Chu Guang had picked up a lot of X-4 fibers from the carbon dioxide traps, it was impossible to build a separate production line for those twenty rifles. After all, there were too few receivers and iron barrels that could withstand this pressure. In the end, it would be more likely to use traditional smokeless powder, so the power would definitely not be as good as the original bullet.

    <em>But does it matter to the yers?</em>

    <em>Obviously, it doesn¡¯t matter!</em>

    All they would care about is if the gun looked cool!

    This ck Swan undoubtedly conformed to their preferences. Its shape clearly looked like a precious weapon. If they could get their hands on it, they couldn¡¯t be happier!

    The drop rate of the exoskeleton was so low that it was simply outrageous, but the drop rate of the ck Swan was still eptable. Almost all yers who exchanged for the premium gift box were after it.

    Chu Guang nced at the back end of the official website.

    In just ten minutes, more than 200 premium gift boxes and nearly 1,000 intermediate gift boxes were opened. The difference between his yers¡¯ luck was revealed in an instant.

    Three lucky yers won the ck Swan, and five yers got the red dot sight.

    Almost all of them had posted an eptance speech on the forum, and the replies they received were filled with envy.

    Sleepwalking Follower: Damn it, this is so fishy!

    Broken Leg Kevin: It¡¯s too shady, too shady! Why can¡¯t I get one?! I don¡¯t care. The official is broken. You better give me one of the guns or sights!

    Escaping Mole: Shady my ass. All you know is how toin! You don¡¯t even need to spend tens of thousands of real life cash to get to Lv10 and get legendary equipment. Have you ever seen such a nice gamepany?

    Director Qi: Wuwuwu, Devs, please give me one as well!

    Among the initial three first prizes, Chu Guang identally saw a familiar ID.

    It was actually Escaping Mole.

    When the dude went to the battlefield with the borrowed gun in the past, he wrote everything about it as his in-game experience. He actually got his hands on the gun right after.

    However, it didn¡¯t matter who got it.

    The important thing was that Chu Guang drained half of the server¡¯s event points in just ten minutes.

    Those yers who had finished opening the gift box would either post their reward on the forum, or post envious replies in the lucky guys¡¯ posts.

    The traffic to the official website increased, and the yers were very happy. More cloud gamers and passers-byizens were eager to apply for the test qualification. Chu Guang even lost count of how many benefits this event had brought him.

    <em>In short, it was a lot!</em>

    Elf Wang: Damn it! Why can¡¯t you pay for this broken game!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Yes! I strongly rmend the gamepany to release an official paying feature! I want to be their VIP customer!

    Makka Pakka: It is unreasonable that this event point cannot be bought with money. The gamepany should learn more from <em>Tencent</em>. Although it is still in the testing stage, as long as the data is not deleted, I think paying ispletely feasible!

    Yaya: Yeah! At least fix the bug that doesn¡¯t give the microtransaction function! And it would be even better if there are more beautiful dresses. QAQ

    Teng Teng: Are the dresses made by me not good enough for you?! ¦²(©b¥í©b;)

    Night Ten: Boss Ya is right! ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: +1! I support her unconditionally. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Looking at the idiotic interactions of yers in the official website forum, Chu Guang smiled slightly.

    Just when he was about to appease the unlucky yers who had used all their points, a post suddenly appeared.

    Spring Water Commander: Hahaha, exoskeleton! Hahahaha! This uncle got the special prize!!!

    Night Ten: !

    Irene: !!

    Ample Time: ???

    The reply below the post instantly filled the screen, more than 100 replies appeared in just one minute.

    No one believed what he was saying.

    But after a while, Spring Water Commander posted a screenshot of the winning record in the post, apanied by a 1080prge smug face emoji.

    This taunting effectpletely maxed out!

    "Damn you! Kill this lucky guy!"

    "QAQ! Why can¡¯t I get one! This isn¡¯t fair! It must be a developer¡¯s alt ount!"

    "Big brother, do you want to sell it? I¡¯ll pay 2,500 silver coins!"

    "I¡¯ll pay 3,000!"

    "5,000!"

    The subsequent bids were getting more and more outrageous.

    Unable to stand it any longer, Spring Water Commander jumped out and replied, "Get lost. You think you can fool me? Do you really have that much money? There¡¯s no way I will sell it, even if you want to pay me 10,000 silver coins!"

    5,000 silver coins was definitely an exaggeration.

    Even if the exoskeletons obtained by lottery were not bound to the yer¡¯s ount, and belonged to the legendary levelless equipment in MMORPG, it was unlikely to sell for twice the original price.

    After all, Wastnd Online didn¡¯t allow yers to have an alternate ount, and there were not many gaming guilds ying this game, there was no such thing as everyone working hard just to get their hand on a single piece of equipment.

    10% to 50% higher than the original price would be more reasonable.

    Well¡­ Unless the public beta was released and huge guilds entered the game, prices would not be so inted.

    Spring Water Commander¡¯s post wasn¡¯t the only one that blew up.

    On the forum outside the post, there were also other envious posts.

    Chu Guang, who had nned tofort the unlucky yers, was embarrassed to show up when he noticed IDs of the yers who were moring that the event result was shady.

    He just pretended that he did not see them.

    Whatever it was, the neer with the little-known ID, which was hard to find even among theter groups of yers, suddenly became popr all over the forum.

    To be honest, Spring Water Commander was a little confused. When he saw that he won the special prize, he felt like he was on cloud nine.

    It was like living in a dream.

    If he used the set of exoskeleton well, there would be no problem for him to advance from the third tier of yers to the second tier of yers, and if he worked hard, he may even reach the level of top-tier yers!

    Without any hesitation, he logged into the game.

    When he came to the Weapon Shop, he took advantage of the moment before closing time and quickly imed the magical outfit that made countless yers envious, the Miner Type I Exoskeleton!

    The orange-yellow paint and the dumb name did not affect how handsome he looked. It might even be better to say that because of the strange paint, it made it feel more like a protagonist¡¯s exclusive suit.

    As we all know, the protagonists in the mecha anime were all piloting training machines, and the colors of the training machines were mostly yellow.

    Spring Water Commander¡¯s eyes were sparkling, he couldn¡¯t stop touching the exoskeleton.

    <em>Am I the chosen person in the legend</em>?

    <em>The protagonist in the Virtual MMORPG novel?</em>

    <em>I¡¯m too lucky!</em>

    ...

    Bull and Horse Club.

    Night Ten, who had been shit posting on the forum earlier, rushed back to the group.

    - I just checked in the game. The Miner Type I exoskeleton is being sold at the weapon store! But the number is limited. There are only 9 pieces!

    Ample Time: How much??

    Night Ten: The unit price is 2,000 silver coins, but 100 event points can be exchanged for a 10% discount voucher.

    Gale:...

    Mosquito: WTH! What¡¯s the point of a 10% discount voucher?!

    Night Ten: Hehe, you can¡¯t buy it even if you want it. There are restrictions on exoskeletons sold in the weapon store. Your contribution needs to reach the Citizen level and your character needs to be LV10 before you can buy it! Once it¡¯s bought, it will be bound to the ount by default, it cannot be traded to other yers, but can only be sold back to the NPC shop.

    Mosquito: Damn it! I¡¯m only LV6!

    Ample Time: Currently the yer with the highest level on the server is Old White. We have been focusing on the Greenhouse Ruins in the past few days. We will try to clear it and see if we can level up.

    The leveling speed of the strength type sequence that had a higher tendency to strengthen the yer¡¯s body would be faster. Whether it was cutting down trees or moving bricks, they could all umte progress bars.

    Therefore, even if they were on the same team, and they usually went leveling up together, Old White would level up a little faster than them.

    After the strength type came members of the constitution type sequence for the tank position, the perception type for the reconnaissance position, and the agility type for the main damage output position.

    As for the intelligence type, if they didn¡¯t carry any neural connection equipment, it was basically equivalent to a useless tagalong, and they could only do some damage output with the agility type.

    Gale: What about the special prize? Is there a binding for the one drawn?

    Night Ten: I just chatted privately with that Spring, and it doesn¡¯t seem to be there.

    Ample Time: Sigh, I envy that lucky man. Damn it, I opened three premium gift boxes, but they were all junks.

    Gale: Me too... The Squad Leader Pistol uses 10mm ammo, I couldn¡¯t even find that caliber in a weapons store.

    Mosquito: You guys got that too. Hahahaha, me too! But it doesn¡¯t matter. Brothers, don¡¯t panic, we can make them without the NPC store! When I get home from work at night, I¡¯ll figure out how to get that!

    Night Ten: We are counting on you! ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Gale: Speaking of which, what did Old White get?

    Old White: Ahem¡­ What is that called, ck Swan? It looks pretty cool anyway. I just don¡¯t know if it¡¯s good or not. (Grinning)

    The group was quiet for a while.

    No one spoke for a long time.

    Gale:...

    Mosquito:...n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Ample Time: Looks like there¡¯s a lucky guy in the group.

    Night Ten: +1, let¡¯s kick him.

    Old White: ???

    ¡­

    The lottery eventsted from the evening of wastnd time until midnight.

    It just happened to be noon in reality and as the event points in the pockets of the yers were exhausted, the official website also closed the link to the event, and instead announced the list of lucky yers.

    Of course, yers could also choose to remain anonymous, but no one did.

    <em>Why would you hide what you have drawn? After all, luck is also a part of skill!</em>

    <em>Everyone is the chosen one, so be confident!</em>

    After the reward was announced, Chu Guang also took a brief look, checking what he had sent out.

    For the first prize, a total of 9 ck Swans and 8 red dot sights were issued.

    The second prize given away was 27 Sickle LD-47 and 49 iron tube sights.

    In terms of the third prize and constion prize, there was no point in talking about it. They were all rubbish picked up from the battlefield.

    The standard equipment of the cloned light infantryman, the Ripper rifle, had a scary name, but it was actually just a 7mm bolt action gun.

    As for why it was called the Ripper¡­ It was probably because its bay was rtively long, and it should be easy to use when charging.

    The price of the gun in the store was 100 silver, which was a pretty good deal for neers.

    Sitting in front of theputer, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but smile while looking at the statistics behind the scenes.

    It seemed like the batch of yers was stillcking.

    The reward pool has not been exhausted, but their event points had already been drained by him.

    "Uh, Master..."

    Chu Guang raised his head and asked when he heard Little Seven¡¯s voice, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "We only have 5 Sickles in our inventory, right?" Little Seven whispered, worried that its master had forgotten. "You have given out a total of 27 this time, but we don¡¯t have that many..."

    "Oh, that," Chu Guang said unconcernedly. "I didn¡¯t say that they can im the reward immediately. Since the new equipment is still being tested, wouldn¡¯t it be normal for it to be dyed for two or three days?"

    Not to mention that it wouldn¡¯t take that long.

    The custom parts for Steel nt 81 had already been delivered, and soon Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot would begin trial production of the first batch of stamped receivers and barrels.

    The craftsmanship of the LD-47 was notplicated, and the requirements for shooting uracy were not as high as the LD-47s of the precise shooter edition.

    <em>So why not put LD-47s in the reward pool?</em>

    Chu Guang had long considered issues like that.

    Little Seven raised the camera and looked at Chu Guang in surprise.

    <em>As expected of my master!</em>

    <em>It turns out that he has already thought of the problem!</em>

 Chapter 166: This Armor Was Used By The Administrator... Itâ€™s Alright To Be A Little More Expensive

    Longevity Town.

    The snow stopped falling but it already formed such a thick nket that it was enough to sink a calf into it.

    Two guards with Arbiter rifles on their backs pushed the muzzle against four ragged prisoners of war, urging them to build a mound in the clearing on the north side of the wall.

    They sealed the mound with twigs, dead leaves, licorice nts, and the like, leaving only a small hole at the top and bottom before lighting a me.

    The fire started to burn upward, and after a while, thick smoke rose.

    "Why did we set up a fire at the north gate?" The slightly younger guard looked at his superior next to him, his face full of doubts.

    Wrench answered meticulously, "It¡¯s the administrator¡¯s order, we just need to follow whatever he says."

    To be honest, Wrench was actually deeply confused.

    <em>Isn¡¯t the administration afraid of attracting nearby marauders by making such a big smoke?</em>Actually, marauders wouldn¡¯t be too bad. Attracting refugees was worse¡­

    There was a war going on in the north, and the winter was unusually difficult to get through. Even herds of deer knew to migrate south, not to mention people.

    It was almost November.

    The moment it arrived, things would only get tougher.

    Since it was the administrator¡¯s order, he didn¡¯t dare to ask any more questions, he just did it ording to whatever he was told.

    <strong>[Sever announcement: </strong>Due to the need to adjust the value of new equipment, the Sickle series will be released in the NPC Weapon Shop in three days. yers who are temporarily unable to get your prizes, please be patient.<strong>]</strong>

    It was not a bug this time, and the gamepany gave a definite problem fixing time, so the yers were not too anxious, only a few yers who had drawn Sickle mored forpensation on the forum.

    However, there were not many people who paid attention to them.

    After all, the probability of winning the lottery had already determined that most people were losers, and only a few were winners.

    <em>Winners still wantpensation?</em>

    <em>Compensation my ass!</em>

    ...

    The next day, early in the morning.

    A big crowd of yers gathered in the square of the outpost after a long absence.

    As usual, aftering up from underground, many yers would stay for a while to see if they could form a team or find a high-level yer to lead them.

    It was extremely lively!

    Elf Wang, with a hunting bow on his back, walked up to the crowd and loudly shouted, "Does anyone want to take the 7:00 bus to Longevity Town? This agility type yer is looking for a team for the hunting mission in Elm District! Anyone who is interested, please contact me!" ?????¨§s?

    Irene frowned when he heard what Elf Wang was yelling, "Eh? Old Wang, didn¡¯t you go to raid a dungeon with Mole?"

    "I¡¯m not going today. The Greenhouse Ruins are too difficult. There are too damn many moths, almost thousands of them. I just want to be aid-back hunter. ina, wanna team up with me?"

    Irene was instantly enraged. "I don¡¯t know anyone by that name, you go find your ina to team up with you."

    Elf Wang grabbed his arm with a grin. "ina, don¡¯t go! Let¡¯s go together!"

    "Fuck you! I don¡¯t know you!"

    The two continued to bicker as they walked towards the north gate.

    The yers who heard the conversation between the two whispered on the side.

    "I heard that Elm District seems to have spawned a group of mutant snow wolves recently?"

    "More than just snow wolves! Near that nuclear bomb crater, I even saw Cracklew Crabs!"

    "What the hell?! Then I have to stay away."

    "How much is the Snow Wolf skin worth?"

    "It¡¯s worth 1 silver coin more than the hyena skin if you sell it to the NPC shop. But don¡¯t worry, Teng Teng¡¯s Hut is buying it inrge quantities. She offers 4 silver coins for each skin, and if the coat color is as white as snow, she will pay double. So brothers, let¡¯s go!"

    "Me, me, me, take me with you!¡±

    A hyena skin was only worth 1 silver coin, but a Snow Wolf skin could actually be sold at 4 silver coins, which was even more expensive than deerskin!

    Hearing that the rich woman Teng Teng was in need of wolf skin, the sensible yers quickly changed into a hunting outfit at the speed of light and carried a hunting bow and hunting gun on their backs.

    Tail nced at Sisi. "Sisi! You know what I¡¯m thinking, right?"

    Sisi sighed. "It¡¯s Snow Wolf today, right? Fine, but you need to wait for me. I need to go back and change my gear¡­"

    "Snow Wolf? That weak creature is not worthy of my time!" With a tsk, Tail took off the Armour Fist Bazooka behind her and carried it on her shoulder, showing it off. "Hehe, look what I got yesterday?"

    Sisi¡¯s eyes widened in shock. "Wait¡­ don¡¯t tell me you want to go after Cracklew Crab."

    Tail gave a thumbs up with sparkling eyes. "Bingo!"

    "???"

    The group heading to Elm District was getting bigger and bigger, and even the big white bear also came over and raised its big right paw.

    Yaya also decided to follow the big army and join in the fun.

    Well, she wasn¡¯t there to hunt. It was only because she picked nearly all the mushrooms around the wend park.

    In the game, mushrooms didn¡¯t seem to respawn every day, so she could only try her luck in the new map.

    In addition to those who were going after hunting and gathering missions, there were also some yers who went after exploration missions. There were many types of missions in Wastnd Online, from delivery couriers to moving bricks, from picking up trash to running errands, and even if yers didn¡¯t participate in any battles, they could still get silver coins and contribution points as rewards.

    "Explore the edge of Heavenly Water City... Find new survivor strongholds." Looking at the mission window on the VM, Spring Water Commander, who was wearing an exoskeleton, rubbed his index finger against his chin, his eyes full of interest. "This mission sounds interesting."

    Although he was an intelligence type yer, with an exoskeleton, it shouldn¡¯t be a problem for him toplete the mission.

    <em>I¡¯ll just find a yer of the perception type as a scoutter. It doesn¡¯t matter if it is a newbie. Anyway, even if I can¡¯t win, I will definitely be able to run away.</em>

    Thinking about it that way, Spring Water Commander immediately walked towards the Weapon Shop, intending to buy a handy weapon with the 200 silver coins that he had saved with great difficulty.

    Well, he would prefer to buy an automatic rifle. After all, the water pipe-like gun with a capacity of six rounds was not worthy of his awesome exoskeleton.

    What Spring Water Commander didn¡¯t expect was that when he walked to the door of the Weapon Shop, there was already a group of yers crowding around.

    There were no fewer people here than on the other side of the square. After a closer look, he realized that it was an auction¡­ What was on auction was even more shocking. It was actually the administrator¡¯s battle suit!

    "... What¡¯s being auctioned now is the KV-1 modified exoskeleton armor used by the administrator. Although there are some scratches on the surface, it does not affect its performance. Instead, it shows you exactly how reliable it is. The administrator said that he doesn¡¯t need it anymore, but this battle suit is far from retirement. I hope it can use its residual energy for a great cause and help other people in need, so let me find a new good owner for it."

    "Starting price, 200 silver coins!" Xia Yan simply read from the script that was prepared.

    After she finished reading, she also picked up the small mallet beside and mmed it on the table like a real auctioneer.

    Xia Yan had just learned Pinyin recently, so Chu Guang simply asked her to host the auction. The reason he gave her was that he wanted her to practice speaking.

    Although her speech was intermittent and a little less imposing, the yers didn¡¯t care.

    Who cared if Xia Yan was holding a small mallet or a small leather whip?

    They only cared about the awesome armor the administrator used to wear!

    As soon as the mallet fell, someone immediately raised their hand and directly increased the price by 100 silver coins, directly skipping the chase of small increments, and driving the auction to the most heated phase.

    Sideline cking yelled, "400!"

    Escaping Mole quickly countered. "410!"

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help but join in the fun. "I¡¯ll add 50!"

    Escaping Mole frowned at the sudden hike in price and he couldn¡¯t help but start shooting dirty gazes over. "Damn you! When have you ever used the equipment you bought?!"

    Sideline cking snarled at the side, "Yeah! All you know is how to hoard stuff! What¡¯s the point of that!"

    Makka Pakka screamed from the side, "<em>Arghhh</em>! Fuck this! Let¡¯s carry this troublemaker out!"

    "Nonsense! What do you mean by hoarding? I also need to start leveling up soon, okay! And you, Maka Baka, why are you here as well? Can you even afford this equipment!?" Mosquito reacted quickly and started scolding everyone at once.

    Makka Pakka¡¯s eyes widened in shock. "You¡¯re the baka[1]!"

    Spring Water waspletely shocked.

    <em>Why are these guys so rich?</em>

    <em>Where did they get 300 silver coins!?</em>

    The auction site was very noisy.

    Since yers who had no money couldn¡¯t afford it anyway, they all crowded around, either joining the fun happily or creating trouble for those rich yers.

    Xia Yan yawned and only felt that they were very noisy.

    <em>What¡¯s so good about this armor? It¡¯s almost one month of my basic sry.</em>

    <em>Isn¡¯t it just a KV-1 welded with a few pieces of steel?</em>

    Although she couldn¡¯t afford it, she saw with her own eyes the night before how Chu Guang personally carved those ¡®scars¡¯ on the armor with a dagger. While he was doing it, he was giggling to himself about how his yers would love the modification as each scratch on the steel tes represented a battle achievement¡­

    <em>Only fools believe his nonsense.</em>

    After hitting the mallet for the second time, when Xia Yan decided that it was time to call it a day, a hand suddenly shot into the air.

    "500!"

    <em>Holy shit!</em>

    The surrounding yers were startled, their eyes widened in shock.

    <em>500 silver coins!</em>

    <em>Who is this whale?!</em>

    Everyone looked over, and sure enough, the man who raised his hand was Ample Time from the Bull and Horse Squad.

    Originally, Escaping Mole wanted to increase the bid by 1 silver coin to annoy Mosquito. Since someone was one step ahead of him, he lowered his hand. However, after finding out that the person was Ample Time, he couldn¡¯t help feeling angry andining again. "Damn you! Didn¡¯t you say you wouldn¡¯t fight me over it?"

    Sideline cking snapped, "You are a fucking archer, what do you want this heavy armor for?!"

    Makka Pakka continued to chant at the side, "Take him out! Take him out!"

    Ample Time smiled with embarrassment and looked at Escaping Mole.

    "I¡¯m sorry, brother, I am not buying this heavy armor for myself. It¡¯s for our tank. Next time, if there is something good... I¡­ I will definitely not fight with you over it!"

    "Like hell I would believe you!" Escaping Mole growled as he steamed in anger.

    Makka Pakka gloated loudly, trying to stir up trouble, "Hahahaha! Ample Time is awesome! That Mole sucks! Hahaha!"

    "%!#@!"

    Old White cupped his hand and said politely, "I¡¯m sorry! We will definitely return this favor in the future!"

    Escaping Mole sighed and shook his head. "Forget it! Next time, raise your hand earlier so that I won¡¯t waste my energy."

    Seeing that it was Ample Time who wanted to buy the armor, Mosquito also stopped bidding.

    He could still bid for it, but it wasn¡¯t necessary.

    After all, they were all from the same team. What was the point of fighting with each other over it?

    Not to mention that he was definitely not as rich as them...

    Looking at Old White who had put on the old armor that used to belong to the administrator, Spring Water Commander who was standing beside him suddenly felt that his orange-yellow exoskeleton was not that cool anymore.

    How could the mass sale model that could be bought in the weapons store be as awesome as a treasure worn by the administrator that had went through a war?

    Those scratches were like medals of honor...

    Spring Water Commander lost himself in thoughts, unable to recover even after the crowd had dispersed.

    Just then, someone next to him pulled his arm. "Yo? Did you get disconnected or what?"

    Looking back, it was Mosquito.

    Spring Water Commander was immediately alert and drew his arm back. "What do you want?"

    Mosquito grinned happily, "No... It¡¯s nothing too important, I just want to ask, are you interested in installing the same armor tes that the administrator used? I can help you modify it!"

    Spring Water Commander gulped. "How much?"

    "It¡¯s not expensive. I will just charge you the material cost price, 200 silver coins!"

    <em>How is this not expensive!</em>

    <em>But...</em>

    Gritting his teeth, Spring Water Commander eventually lifted his VM, ready to pay.

    "200, right!? Are you sure it will be the same as the administrator¡¯s armor?"

    Mosquito patted his chest to guarantee it. "Of course! Would I lie to you? I can make that thing in minutes¡­ Ahem, I mean, of course, it will take me a while to make it. But don¡¯t worry, if you¡¯re not satisfied, Goblin Technology will give you a full refund! "

    "..."

    <em>Why do I always feel like I¡¯ve found the wrong person to modify my exoskeleton?</em>

    <em>But it shouldn¡¯t be a big problem.</em>

    <em>Anyway, Mosquito said that he would give me a full refund if it was not the same. So, maybe I will let him try it...</em>

    Before 8:00, the morning fog gradually dissipated.

    Most of the yers in the outpost also dispersed, and they all went out to do their own work.

    With the Continental Vessel expansion wrapping up, everything seemed to be back on track.

    The fishermen went to theke with fishing rods on their backs, while the tree-cutting manic Midnight Pubg went to cut down trees happily with a group of ignorant neers.

    Most of the hunter yers went to the new hunting ground further north, while the scavengers went to 76th Street with woven bags.

    The mutant human tribe has just been dealt with, so arge scavenging area was opened to the yers. The high-rise residential buildings and shops along the street were simply a treasure trove in the eyes of scavengers!

    In the years upied by mutant humans, there should be few wastnders who dared to go in and search. So it was estimated that they could pick up a lot of treasures.

    As for the high-level yers, they aimed at those more challenging goals.

    After putting on the fake exoframe, Old White equipped himself with a long-handled axe with a spearhead, and bought a steel helmet from Steel nt 81.

    After he was fully armed, he looked more like a tin can than the Administrator.

    As long as he cooperated with his teammates, paid attention to his position, and drew the attention of the enemy, it would be no problem for them to deal with a few Devil Moths!

    After the group was ready, they marched towards the entrance of 76th Street with high morale, preparing to continue to fight to the end with Devil Moths on the basement floor of the Greenhouse Ruinss.

    Escaping Mole originally also nned to go to the Greenhouse Ruinss. In the previous version, he just raised funds from his teammates and bought the exploration rights on the second floor from the Bull and Horse Squad.

    It was just that, he suddenly received a mission issued by the Administrator himself.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Clear the subway entrance 1.2 kilometers away from Brown Farm!<strong>]</strong>

    ording to the mission description, the entrance to Shelter No. 117 was hidden in the subway.

    As long as yers could find it and clear the mutants from the subway entrance to the shelter gate, the yers would be rewarded with 1,200 silver coins, and the next stage of the story would be triggered in the game.

    Of course, the mission was not easy.

    It was expected that there would be at least four Creepers and more than two hundred Crunchers. It was rmended that at least 4 to 6 yers of LV6 or above should form a team, and it was strongly rmended to bring a perception type yer as a reconnaissance.

    <em>A reward of 1,200 silver coins!</em>

    Escaping Mole¡¯s eyes were filled with the shape of silver coins when he heard the number.

    Without any hesitation, he immediately grabbed the ck Swan G9 assault rifle he had just drawn, pulled Mosquito who was about to work in the workshop, and went to discuss important matters.

    Makka Pakka was originally going to join in the fun, but at this moment, he also suddenly received a mission from the administrator.

    When he came to the first floor of the nursing home, he saw the administrator waiting for him.

    Although he always had an expression of a troll on his face, when faced with an NPC with a favorability setting, Makka Pakka immediately looked as reliable as he could and said respectfully, "Administrator, are you looking for me?"

    Chu Guang nodded and picked up a bag of corn seeds from the side.

    The seeds were the improved early-maturing seeds he bought from the Pioneer. Although the yield was not very amazing, it had a short growth cycle and less stringent climate requirements. If fertilizer was applied properly, it would ripen in just 70 to 90 days.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    This bag of seeds weighed about 5 kilograms. It should be no problem to sow 2 square kilometers ofnd. It could produce at least 600 kilograms of corn, or even 900 kilograms of corn if everything went well.

    "The first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins has been cleared, and the cultivation tank there can be used. I happen to have some seeds here, and I need you to nt them for me.

    "This mission is rted to the food security of the shelter and to our future development. It is very important, I hope you will take it seriously.

    "If the germination rate is good, I will arrange a more important mission for you. You can treat this as a test."

    There was a follow-up mission, Makka Pakka¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded immediately without any hesitation.

    "Don¡¯t worry, just leave it to me! These seeds will be more important than my life!¡±

    Chu Guang smiled inwardly while maintaining his solemn expression. "<em>Mhm</em>, then I¡¯ll leave it to you!"

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Sow Corn and Tend to the Crops<strong>]</strong>

    Seeing the updated mission on his VM, Makka Pakka straightened up with excitement. "I¡¯ll definitely not let you down!"

    1. stupid in jap, remember, our fellow cute little yers watches anime too ?

 Chapter 167.1: Second Wave of Refugees

    In the early morning, at the brick kiln by the river.

    Vanus stared nkly at the square wooden box in his hand, his expression a little dazed.

    He still hadn¡¯t figured out how to use what he was given. He lowered his head cautiously, and humbly asked the foreman next to him for advice. "This¡­ How should I use it?"

    Yang Seconddog was a kind person. He did notin about the clumsiness of his subordinate, and exined to him patiently, "This is a mold for making bricks. Put mud in it, press it tightly, and ce it upside down on the wooden bar. When it dries a little, you can pull out the mold. But it¡¯s been too cold recently, whether it¡¯s the mud by the river or the mud under our feet, it¡¯s be as hard as stone. We have to transport the mud into the cave to warm up a little... Leave the mold here first, and go outside to pick up some firewood."

    Vanus nodded nkly, put the mold down, and then walked to the forest on the side.

    Looking at the camp behind him, he thought about running away, but the thought only urred for a moment before he gave up.

    <em>Escape?</em>

    <em>Where can I run to?</em>

    To the south and east were frozen steel jungles, to the west was ake, and to the north was a frozen wastnd.Without guns, food, and fuel in the wilderness, he would just be a piece of fat meat in the eyes of mutants and even marauders. A thin piece of clothing could not give him any sense of security at all.

    Those true savages would not give him a chance to pay a ransom at all. They would only dly chop off his head, make his skin into a chair cushion or a rug, and then introduce it to their barbarian brothers that it was made of the skin of the Army¡¯s Brigade Commander whom they defeated!

    Vanus felt that instead of dying that way, it would be better to be shot or hanged and then buried. At least, death like that would be a lot more decent.

    The north wind was blowing, and it was snowing intermittently. asionally, the snow would fall off from the pine trees.

    After finally picking up enough firewood, Vanus took the bundle of dry firewood and walked back to the brick factory, only to see that the deserted open space earlier had be lively.

    Yang Seconddog, who was instructing the workers to cart the mud into the cave on the side, nced at him. He didn¡¯t ask him why he was dyed for so long, but only urged him to bring the firewood in quickly.

    Vanus didn¡¯t dare to ignore the order and immediately ran into the cave with firewood in his arms.

    The temperature in the cave was very high and it felt like he was experiencing summer. He was shivering from the cold earlier, but he was sweating from the heat after entering the cave.

    It was no wonder everyone worked so diligently, it turned out that it was much morefortable inside than on the outside!

    Inside the cave, Vanus noticed that there was a kiln made of bricks and a towering chimney that connected the floor and the ceiling. It even extended outside from the top of the cave.

    Workers were making charcoal under the chimney. The smoke was passed out by the chimney, the charcoal produced was sent to make bricks, and the remaining heat was used to warm up the cold mud collected from the river.

    <em>This¡­ This is genius!</em>

    <em>Did theye up with it themselves?</em>

    Vanus was surprised. Although he was educated at a military academy, he had never done low-level work.

    Unfortunately, he could only be ordered by others in his current situation. Basically, he needed to do whatever other people asked him to do, and go around assisting other people like a helper. However, although he was clumsy, he didn¡¯t create much trouble for others.

    It was a busy day.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The group of people worked together to build ten stacks of bricks in the cave, put them on iron racks with wheels, and send them into the adjacent cave along the t road paved with bricks.

    ¡­ Lighting the charcoal on fire.

    ¡­ Sealing the kiln entrance.

    Only then did Vanus realize that he was not only sweating, but also covered in mud, turning his whole body dirty.

    Yang Seconddog looked at him nkly for a moment, then suddenly burst outughing while patting his shoulder.

    "It¡¯s normal to end up looking like this when doing it for the first time. Go take a bathter."

    "Take a bath¡­ Where?" Vanus stared at him in confusion.

    "There is a small public bathroom here. We usually don¡¯t bother to go to the outpost a kilometer away, so we do it here. But you have to pick up firewood yourself. All the charcoal is used to make bricks, so you can¡¯t use them."

    Hearing that there was hot water, Vanus breathed a sigh of relief.

    In this hellish weather, even the river was about to freeze, so taking a cold shower would be torture!

    ...

    Late at night.

    After taking a shower and putting on clothes made from fur, Vanus sat in the shed with the brazier lit. Foreman Yang Seconddog came over and handed him a wooden box.

    The wooden box was shaped like a brick mold, but it was not filled with mud. Inside were a piece of hot roasted shofar potatoes, and a piece of jerky the length of a middle finger and the thickness of a thumb.

    "The hot water is on the stove, you can pour some for yourself if you need it." Yang Seconddog sat next to him and grinned. "How did you feel on your first day at work? Are you used to it?"

    Vanus smiled wryly. Was he even in a position toin?

    At least there was fire where he worked, and after the cave was sealed, it was not that busy. It was morefortable than those of his subordinates who dug trenches in the north.

    "Yeah, kind of¡­ How long have you lived here?"

    Yang Seconddog replied, "It¡¯s been more than a month, what¡¯s wrong?"

    Vanus muttered, "You seem to be very familiar with this ce, so I thought you¡¯ve been here for a long time."

    Yang Seconddog smiled and said, "It¡¯s not that we are familiar with this ce, but it just feels like home."

    "Home?"

    Yang Seconddog nodded slowly. "Yes, we almost died in the marauder¡¯s camp. It was the wise and powerful administrator who saved us... We had nowhere to go after we were freed, so we simply stayed here."

    In fact,pared to those rescued whose homes had been destroyed, he still had a ce to go. It was Baker Street, where his rtives were, and he could get there easily by walking 4 or 5 kilometers south of the Linghu Wend Park.

    However¡­ Was there anywhere morefortable than where he was?

    Not only did he get to live in a warm house, but there was also firewood for heating, three meals a day, and money to spend... To be honest, before he came, he had never heard about the meal that was called ¡®dinner¡¯.

    There was no such thing as dinner in Baker Street, and even oilmps were scarce. As soon as it got dark, only the Old Leech¡¯s castle would be still lit; everyone would go to bed early to rest. At most, some people would make a pot of green wheat paste in the evening, dry it into green wheat cakes, and then save it as rations for the next day.

    After the Old Leech was chased away by the administrator, Yang Seconddog had taken a leave of absence and went back to take a look at his old home. But after staying for two days, he ran back to the outpost again. Since then, not only did he have no intention of going back, he even wanted to bring his family over.

    Life there was nothing short of heaven.

    Yang Seconddog talked for a long time until his mouth became a little dry, then he realized that only he was talking all the time, so he nced at Vanus curiously. "Speaking of which, what about you? You were also rescued by the administrator?"

    "<em>Mhm</em>..." Considering the reputation of the Army outside, Vanus didn¡¯t dare to say that he was a member of the Army, so he nodded vaguely.

    Yang Seconddog¡¯s eyes lit up, not doubting his im at all. He continued to talk to Vanus about how good life was. Under the administrator¡¯s rule, they were not only fed and clothed, but also kept away from the harassment of marauders and mutants.

    Hearing the foreman¡¯s words, Vanus fell silent, seemingly thinking of something.

    <em>People here also seemed to live under order.</em>

    However, it waspletely different from the order that the Army used to rule its territory.

    He had no doubt in his heart that the order of the Army was supreme. Only the strong could talk about civilization, and only the strong could live in the barbaric world that adhered to thew of the jungle; while the weak were born ves, and inferior genes and personalities were not worthy of life.

    As a member of the powerful group, with Cyclonite flowing in his veins, he deserved to have the most luxurious material enjoyment, whether it was a luxurious mansion, gold, fine wine, or beauty...

    However¡­ Vanus had to admit in his heart that perhaps for weak and inferior people with impure bloodlines and contaminated genes, life there was indeed a little morefortable.

    Orders that gave them the greatest safety, allowing them to enjoy while building.

    <em>Letting brick-burners eat meat?</em>

    <em>This is just pure madness.</em>

    ...

 Chapter 167.2: Second Wave of Refugees

    About 10:00 in the evening.

    News came from Longevity Town that a group of refugees had wandered over from the north. Among them, most of them were old, weak, women, and children. There were about a hundred of them, and like Iron Axe Wu, they were all nomads who came from the north, but they were clearly much more numerous.

    After hearing the news, Chu Guang immediately released a mission and gathered two drivers who knew how to drive trucks and more than 30 yers who were still online to go to Longevity Town to provide support.

    Because the rewards the administrator gave were too much, many yers who had just returned from Longevity Town followed him in excitement. They hadn¡¯t even removed their equipment.

    When passing the northern part of the Linghu Wend Park, Chu Guang suddenly recalled that he seemed to have left a Brigade Commander of the Army at the brick factory, so he stopped by to take a look.

    When he arrived at the brick kiln, everyone was asleep except for Yang Seconddog, who was in charge of the night watch, and another brick-burner.

    Over the shack, snoring came and went.

    Chu Guang found Yang Seconddog, looked at him, and asked, "How did the person I handed you do today? Did he ck off? Or was he rebellious?"

    Yang Seconddog didn¡¯t think much of it and replied respectfully when the administrator asked about the outsider."You mean the person from yesterday? He was quite hard-working, but he¡¯s a little clumsy and doesn¡¯t look very smart."

    <em>It seems that this man understands his situation quite well. Knowing when to yield and when not, no wonder he can be a Brigade Commander.</em>

    To Chu Guang, Vanus being so obedient saved him a lot of trouble.

    "Mhm, thank you."

    After learning about the situation here, Chu Guang turned around and went to the north gate to meet the yers waiting there.

    Two light trucks, carrying more than 30 people, set off in a mighty manner.

    While Chu Guang and his members were on their way, it was a mess outside the north gate of Longevity Town.

    Hundreds of refugees had circled around the gate, not daring to approach, nor showing any intention of leaving. Instead, they were negotiating with Luca who was standing at the gates.

    Behind Luca were the guards led by Wrench.

    Fifteen guards had been divided into two groups, with one group standing at the gate and another group on the wall, holding guns tightly in their hands on high alert.

    Standing next to Wrench, the young guard did not dare to rx his vignce at all, staring at the group of refugees in front of him, even carefully controlling the white breath he exhaled. "I knew it... Such big smoke will definitely attract bad people."

    Another guard standing beside him cursed in a low voice, "How dare those peoplee close? Aren¡¯t they afraid that we are marauders?"

    "Hehe, you think they are good people? Look at those people, obviously, they all have shotguns behind their backs! I bet that if it wasn¡¯t for the guns we¡¯re holding, and the high wall we have built, we would have to fight a tough battle today!" The young guard whispered.

    The other members of the guards next to him expressed their agreement, not doubting what he said. They didn¡¯t even have the slightest disagreement.

    In the wastnd, kindness was rarer than gold. People wouldn¡¯t even trust their neighbors, let alone these homeless refugees¡­

    When encountering a force stronger than them, each of them would be a little docile sheep. But if they encountered a force of survivors weaker than them, it would not be surprising that all of them would take off their sheep¡¯s clothing and be hungry wolves.

    Simr cases were no longer shocking news in the wastnd!

    "The wind outside is too strong, our children and pregnant women are going to freeze to death... Please have some mercy, let us rest here for some time. We will leave when the snowstorm passes."

    Standing in front of the refugee was a burly man with an iron-barreled rifle hanging on his back and a revolver on his waist not far from his right hand.

    Luca also noticed that the corners of this man¡¯s clothes had dried blood, but he wasn¡¯t sure if it was the blood of a beast or a man.

    Judging from the respect and awe in the eyes of the people around him when they looked at him, the man was probably their patriarch or leader, and his prestige among the group was not low.

    To be able to travel long distances in the wastnd with so many people¡­ It was indeed impossible for an ipetent leader to do something like that.

    "I can¡¯t make decisions on this, I have to wait for my master toe." Although standing in front of this strong man like a dead tree branch, Luca showed no signs of weakness.

    His master was a monster who could even defeat the Bloodhand n, and even earned the respect of Enterprise of the East Coast.

    A mere few refugees were not enough to frighten him.

    The man stared at him and continued, "Where is he? Can I talk to him?"

    "He¡¯s on his way here. He¡¯ll be there soon." Luca raised his chin slightly, looked him in the eye, and continued in a steady and calm tone, "By the way, shouldn¡¯t you tell us your names first? You should tell us who you are, who the people behind you are, where you are from, and where you are nning to go."

    The man stared at the old man silently without answering. After a long time, he nced at the guards behind him and on the wall, as if to judge whether they were easy to deal with.

    Luca frowned. "It seems that you don¡¯t have the sincerity of telling us the truth, so we have nothing to talk about."

    "I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to conceal anything." Seeing that Luca wanted to leave, the man said quickly, "My name is Li, and most of us are from the middle region of the River Valley Province."

    "What do you mean by ¡¯mostly¡¯?"

    Li nodded and continued, "We don¡¯te from the same survivor colony. At least half of the people here joined us halfway."

    Luca frowned. "It doesn¡¯t make sense. If it¡¯s really like what you said, then why did you leave where you were? And why leave during the winter?"

    "Because of the damn war! We don¡¯t want to, but we have no other choices!" Li snapped angrily, "You should have heard that the Army has been fighting a war in the north. It¡¯s been nearly a year now. The recent and sudden winter probably made them unable to continue the war, so a lot of people fled south."

    Luca frowned. "You encountered the Army?"

    Li said angrily, "No, we encountered the routed soldiers of the Army. Those people were no different from marauders, they snatched everything they saw! Motherfucker, I even felt that at least I could try to negotiate with them if they were marauders. But they are simply a bunch of scum! Beasts! Bastards!"

    This burly man blurted out almost all the swear words in his mind, and detailed their atrocities in the northern and central regions.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    However, Luca wasn¡¯t focusing on these details. From what this person said, it seemed like...

    <em>The Army seems to have lost?</em>

    <em>Or at least were about to lose.</em>

    <em>After all, if it was an organized looting, it wouldn¡¯t be done by a group of routed soldiers.</em>

    There was a look of surprise in Luca¡¯s eyes.

    <em>The administrator seems to have said before that since the expeditionary force of the Army in the north could dispatch a full brigade of 2,000 people to intercept the Enterprise¡¯s Pioneer, it meant that either they were going to win the war, or it was almost impossible for them to continue fighting the war so they wanted to rob the Pioneer before retreating.</em>

    <em>If these people are telling the truth, then the administrator might have guessed right...</em>

    The surprise in Luca¡¯s eyes gradually turned into one of admiration.

    Li was still telling Luca how unfortunate they were, trying to persuade the old man in front of him to let them in.

    As he was speaking, the sound of engines suddenly came from a distance.

    There was amotion among the refugees that surrounded the entrance, everyone had a panicked expression on their faces. Li also took half a step back cautiously, and put his right hand on the pistol on his waist.

    Wrench stared straight at Li the moment he did so, and his thumb released the arbitrator¡¯s safety. The guards next to him all raised their guns slightly.

    Seeing that the atmosphere took a turn for the worse, Luca raised his hand quickly to signal everyone to calm down, despite the joy in his eyes. "Don¡¯t be impulsive! It¡¯s the administrator!"

    <em>The administrator?</em>

    Li Wei was dazed.

    Two headlights in front of the truck suddenly shed.

    Li looked in the direction of the light, his eyes narrowed unconsciously. What he saw was a stalwart figure standing beside the truck with the lights on.

    That man should be the administrator they were talking about.

    Or to put it another way, he was the ruler.

    But what made people impossible to ignore was not the exoskeleton on his body, the rifle on his back, or the warhammer he was carrying.

    It was the warriors behind the man who were staring fiercely at him, and the rifles in their hands.

    Facing the dazzling light, there was a chill in Li¡¯s heart.

    At the same time, a stately voice passed through the snow and came from afar.

    "Put down your weapons and ept our arrangement.

    "Or¡­¡±

    "Go back to where youe from!"

 Chapter 168.1: Hehehe

    Speaking with a gun in hand was much better than talking empty handed.

    The situation was exactly so.

    It didn¡¯t take the leader of those refugees long to make a decision, and they had no doubts that those people who arrived could destroy them easily.

    Even if the refugees behind him were not willing to move, he still tried to persuade them toy down their arms for the time being.

    "We have no choice, they won¡¯t let us go forward, and we can¡¯t go back."

    A ragged wastnder couldn¡¯t help shouting, "What if we hand over our weapons, and then they open fire?"

    "Does it make any difference if we don¡¯t hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and sighed, "They can still kill us easily."

    The wastnder couldn¡¯t refute.

    There were more than 180 people in their group. More than half of them were old and weak, and there were less than 70 young and middle-aged men who could form a fighting force... That was even counting children over the age of eight and under the age of fourteen.Even if they counted all the firearms they had, they had less than 20. The rest of their weapons were some bows and spears. Their equipment was only enough to deal with some weak marauders. They could only hide far away if they encountered a stronger force.

    It was not the first time they were driven away by other survivor strongholds. After all, only few would wee refugees in winter.

    At least, those men didn¡¯t fire directly when they had the power to absolutely destroy them.

    It was already the greatest kindness they could show...

    After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wrench to send two people in to collect their weapons, while keeping the promise to set up a cauldron on the open space at the east gate.

    Chu Guang naturally wouldn¡¯t give them the same good food that he gave to his yers, but he couldn¡¯t watch those refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

    He issued a mission through VM, and asked Tomato Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat, and to make a pot of porridge for them.

    At the same time, he let Li, along with young and middle-agedborers who could still work, set up a camp in the open space 50 meters away from the east entrance.

    The terrain there was undting. Dead trees embedded in the snow could be seen everywhere, and there were concrete scraps and a small amount of building debris that could be used.

    Building a shack was an essential skill for every wastnder, and those folks were no exception. After handing them some shovels, carts, and some other tools, the job went fairly smoothly.

    At the same time, the cauldron at the east entrance was also propped up, and as the water in the cauldron boiled, Tomato Eggs poured all the green wheat into it.

    Wheat with an oxalic sour taste was not very appetizing, and it took quite a while to get rid of the astringent taste.

    Of course, that only applied to the yers.

    For those hungry people who were starving, even a little cloudy soup would be a supreme delicacy.

    The white steam floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was even faster.

    Standing behind Chu Guang, several yers whispered, "These people look quite pitiful."

    "Yeah, even the children are helping."

    "I didn¡¯t expect people toe when this survivor¡¯s stronghold was just built."

    "This result is too quick!"

    Chu Guang was also puzzled after hearing the yers. Although it was him who asked people to create smoke, he didn¡¯t expect that refugees would arrive the next day. ?

    Why didn¡¯t anyonee when the Pioneer was still around? There had been more smoke in the camp than now. After all, his yers woke up early in the morning to cook for themselves¡­

    <em>Why did theye now?!</em>

    If these refugees hade two days earlier, they would have been able to eat much better food than what they were eating at the moment. Those people on the Pioneer were not short of food and clothing, and they were even more sympathetic than him. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could ept those refugees, he believed that those from the Pioneer would certainly give him a generous amount of supplies.

    Well¡­ Chu Guang could only try his best in the current situation.

    While these refugees were building camps, Chu Guang asked Luca to make a count of their poption.

    There were a total of 187 refugees, among them were 61 young men over 14 years old. The rest were the old, weak, women, and children. There were even 5 babies under the age of one and 4 pregnant women.

    Chu Guang reckoned that when their group was at itsrgest, there should have been around three or four hundred people, half of which had probably been lost along the way. But even so, their condition was still much better than the nomads who settled near the outpost.

    If Chu Guang remembered correctly, when Iron Axe Wu brought his n all the way from the north of the River Valley Province to the outpost, the strong young males in his n had almost died out along the way, and he even thought about getting his seed.

    The guards confiscated their guns, but they were allowed to keep their knives, axes, and bows.

    ording to Wrench¡¯s statistics, they handed over a total of 23 iron-barreled rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore guns, which really surprised Chu Guang.

    <em>They actually survived this long with shabby equipment.</em>

    <em>It is really surprising.</em>N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Sir, I was in their camp just now and found that someone has contracted typhoid fever." Luca, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

    Chu Guang frowned. "Is it serious?"

    "I¡¯m not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they¡¯re hungry, maybe they¡¯re really sick¡­ I can¡¯t tell the difference." Luca added cautiously, "I¡¯m worried that they¡¯ll bring the gue. We don¡¯t have a doctor, and there are not enough medicines to deal with this situation."

    After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang nodded. "I see, I¡¯ll figure out a way to deal with this."

    To be honest, Chu Guang didn¡¯t really have a good solution.

    Hygiene issues were not a problem for yers at all, at least, they wouldn¡¯t be too serious.

    Even yers who did not have a constitution sequence could basically have 6 or 7 points of constitution as long as they reached LV7 or above, and that was already about 120% to 140% of the normal adult¡¯s immune system.

    As for Chu Guang¡­ His constitution had reached a monstrous 14 points, and his immunity system was nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention that ordinary diseases were useless to him, even a certain dose of poison and rtively light radiation would have no effect.

    Seeing that the administrator understood what he said, Luca paused and continued, "In addition, our food..."

    "Don¡¯t worry, just tell me what you have in mind."

    "If we helped them based on the minimum standard, more than 180 people would consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure would be around 1,500 kilograms. And this is just an optimistic estimate. Although we got some food from the Pioneer, I am afraid this winter willst until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food reserve is very worrying."

    There were now five hundred yers in the outpost. The daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton! Sometimes, Luca really felt that those people were good for nothing but eating. They didn¡¯t have the spirit of rationing food! They acted like they wished they could eat twice or even three times the amount of what they ate normally.

    At present, the total grain reserves of the outpost base were just over 30 tons; one-third of it were corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer, and another one-third of it were raw meat, jerky, and fish caught from hunting.

    The rest were loot from the Bloodhand n, the Old Leech, and part of the tribute offered by Brown Farm.

    Based on the conservative estimate, if the current consumption continued, they would only have enough tost until the end of the year.

    "Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang pondered for a moment, "I will find a way to solve this."

    Just a month ago, the outpost¡¯s food was not enough for dozens of people to eat for even half a month.

    At worst, he could just borrow some from his neighbor.

    ...

    After the porridge was distributed, the noise in the refugee camps gradually subsided.

    Many people had been running the whole time, and they had long been unable to bear the fatigue. Now that their stomachs had been filled with warm food, they all curled up in sleeping bags under the shacks and fell asleep.

    Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to rx his vignce. He arranged some people to stand on the wall to guard and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

    Chu Guang was not too worried.

    He wasn¡¯t even scared of the Bloodhand n, let alone some refugees!

    In the house near the east gate of Longevity Town, he met Li.

    That person should be the representative, or leader, elected by the group of refugees.

    "Thank you for your generosity!" After entering the house, Li knelt on one knee and bowed his head. "If it weren¡¯t for you, many of us would not be able to survive tonight."

    "We don¡¯t practice kneeling here, get up." Looking at the man standing up, Chu Guang continued, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you must know that our help is not free."

    Li nodded.

    That was a reasonable request.

    After all, no one would wee unruly guests.

    Moreover, they had also owned homes before bing refugees, and they knew exactly how unwee refugees were.

    "What do you need?"

    ...

 Chapter 168.2: Hehehe

    Official website.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>Longevity Town just received a group of refugees (Prosperity +50)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Longevity Town is now equipped with the immigration buff: </strong>The demand for food and fur increases, and the poption inflow increases.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Luca¡¯s troubles: </strong>We don¡¯t have much food, so we can¡¯t always feed them. It would be nice if we could find something for them to do. (Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the Friendly, prestige level, they can run business in the local area for you, so remember to hire them.)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipes: </strong>Salt and peppercorn, Mapo tofu<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Teng Teng¡¯s Hut: </strong>Teng Teng¡¯s Hut just released a bunch of new products, a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you!<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: !! New storyline! What did you guys do when I was not around?!

    Quit Smoking: Holy smoke! There¡¯s a new NPC?! The devs are awesome!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Escaping Mole: I was right! The prosperity is really linked to the NPC poption! It¡¯s just that this value doesn¡¯t seem to be calcted by a fixed form based on the poption, but is it driven by events?Night Ten: I suspect that this gamepany has probably recruited someone from <em>Paradox Interactive</em>. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irena: Speaking of which, how was the result of your Cracklew Crab hunting? Did you manage to kill one? ( ?

    Sisi: Hey, don¡¯t even get me started, Tail got me killed first, and then she died right after me.

    Tail: Wait, how can you me me?! There was something wrong with that bazooka, it couldn¡¯t hit anything at all. And it also spat fire backwards! (?§Õ?;)

    Book Worm: How would a bazooka not spit fire...

    Tail: The ones that Mosquito sells obviously don¡¯t spit fire!

    Book Worm: That¡¯s because he¡¯s selling garbage! They can¡¯t prate shit. They¡¯re clearly defective products.

    Mosquito: !!! Why did you drag me into this!

    YaYa: Hahahaha! Noob! Hahahaha! Weak!

    Due to the heroic sacrifice of Tail and Sisi, everyone was reminded that the Bazookas they got were not a toy like the ones made by Mosquito. They would now have to check if there was someone behind them before firing.

    Anyway, the VMs and gears had all been picked up.

    They just needed to lurk around the forum and wait for three days, which wasn¡¯t a problem.

    The arrival of refugees had caused a lot of topics on the official website forum, but it did not be the focus of discussion among yers as before.

    After all, that was not the first time that refugees hade to them. There were too many things that happened that day, and it was impossible to discuss them all.

    Makka Pakka, who got the seeds from Chu Guang, started talking to people about how to grow corn in the forum.

    The Shelter 117 mission, which was jointly taken by Escaping Mole and Mosquito, had also attracted the attention of many yers. After all, the mission was suspected to be rted to the main plot of the game.

    Unfortunately, there was no progress.

    The situation under the subway entrance was veryplicated.

    Like Xia Yan said, there were hundreds of Crunchers, let alone Creepers.

    A ck Swan with limited ammunition was simply not enough for them to explore further.

    They needed more automatic weapons and projectiles such as Molotov Cocktails and handmade grenades. After two days, the automatic rifle with a unit price of 200 silver coins would be officiallyunched on the shelves. At that time, the situation would probably be better.

    Compared to the bad news that the Shelter 117 mission didn¡¯t have any progress, the good news was that the second floor of the Greenhouse Ruins had been sessfully captured by the Bull and Horse Squad.

    They had sessfully controlled the gate between level B2 and B3, and the space on level B2 was also liberated.

    Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there were still running slowly in energy-saving mode.

    Many of the light strips on the petri dishes were broken, but there were still some that are functioning. The indoor temperature was about 25 degrees, and the psychoid leaves in the petri dishes were in good condition.

    Ample Time had written a guide, which was a summary of the strategy on how to clear an insect mutants¡¯ nest.

    However, yers on the forum were obviously more concerned about how much money the Bull and Horse Squad made from exploring level B2 of the Greenhouse Ruins than the strategies that were temporarily not useful.

    Ample Time did not say anything about it.

    But Chu Guang, who was lurking as usual, knew about it. After all, he was the one who gave them the money.

    After calcting the ie based on the difficulty of the dungeon, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, and after splitting it between 4 people, everyone got 300 silver coins.

    As for the cost, Chu Guang did not calcte it for them, but it was estimated that they had consumed a shit ton of ammunition.

    If they had used cold weapons to grind the dungeon down slowly, even if there was heavy armor that could withstand it, it was estimated that it would have taken them a long time to do so. Not to mention that they would have to hire a lot of manpower¡­

    Using that kind of tactic would not be as cost-effective as consuming some ammunition.

    After returning from Longevity Town, Chu Guang finished updating the announcement, sat in front of theputer in the residents¡¯ lobby, and browsed the official website.

    Many yers have begun to discuss what work should be arranged for the refugees.

    Some said that they should open textile factories, and some said that they should open cement factories. In any case, there were all kinds of ideas. Of course, starting from version 0.8, yers are required to have a certain level of regional prestige to establish a factory; they need to be on friendly level, which required 1,000 points or more.

    Afterpleting missions to help the region¡¯s development, yers could increase their prestige in that region. Or, they could directly donate materials that were needed by the locals to do so.

    yersined one after another, saying this setting was simply copied from <em>Mount & de.</em>

    <em>Is thispany not scared ofwsuits?</em>

    In addition, what caught Chu Guang¡¯s attention was that Spring Water Commander, a newbie of the perception type, found an abandoned military camp in a northern town.

    The barracks over there was small, and it was like an operation base. It was built on the yground of amunity school.

    In the early years of the Wastnd Era, there seemed to be a group of refugees there. However, it may have been abandoned not long after, so it did not develop into a survivor¡¯s stronghold like Baker Street.

    Spring Water Commander explored the area, but found nothing useful.

    The entire school had been ransacked before, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were destroyed. Perhaps, in the early days of the Wastnd Era, it was used as firewood by the local survivors.

    "... Weird, that town seems to be a dead town, and so is the school. There are no traces of survivor activity, no marauders, just a lot of Crunchers and a smelly basement... We didn¡¯t bring enough supply, so we didn¡¯t go deep into the building to explore.

    "I¡¯m going to explore it again tomorrow, maybe I can find something."

    Chu Guang was also curious about what they would find there.

    Although it was estimated that the ce had been searched countless times in the past two centuries, ording to his experience, there would always be something that was missed by other people.

    Just as Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter surfing the Inte, in a ce 15 kilometers north of Longevity Town, several men with rifles and thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.

    "That group of people shouldn¡¯t have gone too far," muttered the bearded man as he tugged at the chain in his hand.

    The hound he was leading growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

    Suddenly, the hound raised its head and barked towards the south.

    The man leaned down. He patted the hound¡¯s head, then put out his index finger and wiped the ground with it.

    Under the snow were the traces of footprints.

    He got up again and looked towards the south, squinting his eyes. "Heh, where do you think you can run to¡­?"

 Chapter 169: First Production Line of Shelter 404

    Northern River Valley Province.

    The bitter north wind was howling, and the heavy snow was falling.

    At a nce, the cracked ground was covered with countless craters, and the wastnd seemed to have been plowed by something; it was a mess everywhere.

    Under every inch of soil, there were scorched corpses. On the gentle hill not far away, there was a burning lion g obliquely nted.

    That was the g of the Army!

    Ten days ago, the Army¡¯s expeditionary force, which was at a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley,unched the first winter offensive against the Great Rift Valley.

    The sudden cold winter had pushed the physical and mental strength of both sides to the limit. Everyone knew in their hearts that the time for the decisive battle hade.

    The battle-hardened General as acted decisively. He seized the opportunity andunched a general attack on the weakened Divine Shield System by taking advantage of the harsh natural weather.

    His judgment was correct.Unfortunately, although the blizzard did affect the Divine Shield System¡¯s performance, it did not weaken the defenders¡¯ determination to hold their ground.

    The drone¡¯s aerial bomb was like the scythe of death as it rained on the battlefield. Not to be outdone, the Army¡¯s artillery returned fire, covering the light and heavy armored units and the light infantry all over the mountains and fields. 10,000 people charged into the defense position that stretched out for ten kilometers in batches, but no one came back.

    The entire battlefield has be a brutal meat grinder.

    Both sides suffered heavy casualties, but the price the Army paid was significantly higher.

    The loud booms of cannons in the distance sounded again, like a beating war drum, but anyone could tell that they were on theirst legs.

    The man in the navy blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

    He shook his head, spat out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

    Ten minutes ago, as the leader of the squad, he was ordered to lead a squad of 20 light infantrymen to fill a gap in the defense.

    Hismander didn¡¯t give him specific battle orders. He was only ordered to never retreat no matter what before he was sent to the battlefield.

    When he opened his eyes again, the burning g was hundreds of meters away from him. There were no living people when he looked around, only the ground where even the snow had been burned dry.

    He lowered his head and saw his dangling trouser legs and half of his intestines exposed.

    Unable to bear the fear, he dropped the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and let out a hysterical cry.

    Simr scenes could be seen everywhere.

    At that moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the ins to the northwest of the River Valley Province, a convoy retreating west was suffering a devastating blow.

    They were about to retreat even further, but two formations filled with members d in powerful exoframes quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defenses.

    The steel was burning, and there were only a handful of survivors.

    An exoframe with searchlights hanging from its shoulders was dragging a man covered in blood from the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.

    "I can pay... The ransom." He was missing a tooth and his left eye was covered with blood, and he could barely speak. "We lost... I surrender."

    Failure wasn¡¯t the end.

    He, as, fought all his life, and not every battle could be won.

    However, the member in the exoframe ignored him. Afterparing the holographic image information the soldier in the exoframe looked at hisrade.

    "It¡¯s him. This is as, the leader of the expeditionary force."

    "Are you sure that he¡¯s not a clone or something simr?"

    "Not sure, but does it matter?" The group of peopleughed.

    <em>Yes.</em>

    <em>Does it matter?</em>

    The Army¡¯s troops in the River Valley Province have beenpletely wiped out, and their expeditionary force was totally destroyed, leaving only dead bodies on the ground and routed troops on the run.

    Even if there was still amander left alive, what could they possibly do?

    The exoframe returned his gaze to the man he was holding in his hand, then shook the weak old man¡¯s body like he was holding a chicken.

    "There¡¯s a Deathw¡¯sir nearby."

    "Great, those little guys must be very hungry."

    "They¡¯ll love this gift."

    Hearing everyone¡¯s conversation, as¡¯ calm face finally showed a trace of panic. His hands grasped the steel fingers that mped his neck. He struggled in vain.

    "If you guys, killed me... The Army¡­ will¡­ not let you go!"

    as struggled to breathe.

    The man stared straight into his eyes with a look of mockery.

    "Then let theme."

    "There are no cowards here."

    ...

    The sky eventually lit up.

    The sparse noise disturbed the peace outside the east gate of Longevity Town. The young guard standing on the wall yawned and gave hisrade who came to change shifts an exhausted look.

    "You¡¯re finally here."

    The guard with a long face came, holding an iron tea jar with boiling water on his hand as he nced outside the wall.

    His name was Liu Ding, and he was Wrench¡¯s adjutant.

    Before, his name was actually called Rivet, but the administrator, who liked to name people, changed it for him, and he happily epted it.

    "Did something happenst night?" he asked.

    "No," Lu Bei shook his head and put the gun on his back, "I¡¯ve watched them all night. Except for the loud snoring, I couldn¡¯t see anything unusual... I¡¯ll leave it to you. Now, I have to get some sleep."

    He was the youngest member of the outpost¡¯s guard as he turned fourteenst month, but he looked no different from an adult.

    There were no requirements for people¡¯s age and background to be a guard, the only requirement from the administrator was loyalty and honesty. Although he was the youngest, Lu Bei felt that he met the standard better than anyone else.

    He, who had lost his family long ago, unconditionally believed in the administrator who had saved him from the marauder¡¯s underground jail. Not to mention being a guard, he was even willing to die for him.

    "Go and get some rest, child, leave it to me." Liu Ding patted the young guard on the shoulder, and after watching him leave, he ced the iron tea jar on the frozen concrete bunker.

    Facing the refugee camp, he took off the Arbiter rifle on his back and kept his eyes on them diligently.

    Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to pick up firewood, while others set up pots and threw snow into it to boil.

    Jiu Li was giving them instructions and seemed to manage everything in an orderly manner, but Liu Ding was not confident that he could control those people.

    Unlike the nomadic tribes of Iron Axe Wu, Liu Ding could tell from his experience that those refugees who came were not from the same ce.

    Regardless of the distribution and orientation of the shacks, as well as the location of the fire, it all meant that there were at least four groups of them, perhaps even more.

    On the other side, the prisoners of war had also been driven out to collect firewood because the fuel demand throughout Longevity Town had surged.

    ording to Luca, they had to build two more charcoal-burning kilns to meet the fuel demand. So the prisoners of war from the Army would be out picking up firewood all day.

    Bearing in mind the instructions of the administrator, Liu Ding tightened the heavy rifle in his hand to cheer himself up.

    "Hopefully everything will go smoothly."

    ...

    Back in the outpost¡­

    Xiaoyu, who came to the surface early, quietly built a snowman on the square in front of the nursing home before the bank opened and everyone was online.

    Although it may be meaningless, and the snowman she built was not good-looking, she still wanted to do something for those who kept the shelter safe.

    <strong>[Have a safe adventure today!]</strong>

    She then hung a wooden sign on the snowman¡¯s belly, with a line of crooked words written on it. Those were words she had recently learned.

    <em>It¡¯s finally done.</em>

    After patting off the snow on her gloves, Xiaoyu jumped back two steps, looked at her masterpiece with sparkling eyes, and gave a thumbs up with satisfaction.

    "Not bad, Xiaoyu is great."

    Imitating the way the administrator praised her, Xiaoyu skipped away in a good mood.

    After a while, yers went online one after another.

    Seeing the snowman in the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless yers felt their hearts melting.

    "?!?!"

    "This snowman! It must have been built for me by little Klee!"

    "Hello, is this the FBI? We have spotted a pervert."

    "I feel like I¡¯m full of power. I can even defeat a Cracklew Crab!"

    "Cracklew Crab? Anyone can do it!"

    "My good brother, let¡¯s go do it together!"

    "Haha, Xiaoyu must be trying to encourage me. Don¡¯t worry, your big sis here will definitely be extra careful. I¡¯ll make you delicious mushroom soup when Ie back!" Feeling that a promise was not enough, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from her pocket and carefully made a nose for the snowman.

    "Wait! I think it¡¯s missing something!"

    Seeing Yaya¡¯s actions, Teng Teng pped her hands as if realizing something, turned and ran to her hut to get a scarf, which she then hung around the snowman¡¯s neck.

    "Nice!" Teng Teng stroked her chin with satisfaction and nodded proudly. "It looks so much better now!"

    Carrying the newly made rocket, Mosquitoughed and wanted to join in the fun, but before he reached the square, he was shoved and pinned to the ground by a group of enthusiastic yers.

    "What are you doing?! What the heck! My rocket! That¡¯s my rocket!"

    "Damn you all! You need to pay me!"

    Yawning, Xia Yan carried Little Seven to the third floor.

    ncing at the yers in the square outside the window, who were screaming and shouting with excitement in the early morning, she couldn¡¯t help butin. "I really envy them for being so motivated early in the morning."

    "Little Seven was full of energy too, until it was carried upstairs by a strange woman."

    Xia Yan red at the damn bin. "What do you mean? Are you saying that it is wrong for me to help you?"

    Little Seven didn¡¯t even turn the camera up to look at her. "Little Seven doesn¡¯t want to talk to you today, pleasee back tomorrow."

    "You think I like to talk to you?!" Xia Yan stared at Little Seven while gnashing her teeth.

    <em>What¡¯s wrong with this robot?!</em>

    Rolling her eyes, Xia Yan turned around and went downstairs to open the Weapon Shop.

    Shelter 404 was as lively as the day before, and the energetic yers went out to work early in the morning.

    As for Chu Guang¡­ Of course he wasn¡¯t idling.

    As their supposed game developer, he knew very well that he couldn¡¯t always squat in front of theputer and peek at the screen. He still had some things to do.

    For example, he needed to give yers more benefits!

    Steel nt 81.

    Standing next to a machine with an area of ??about six or seven square meters, Chu Guang looked at it up and down, and said after a while, "This is the¡­ Is this the punch press?"

    "Yes, dear administrator! It¡¯s a little rudimentary, but it¡¯s not bad at all," Bathroom Goer smiled and said, "By the way, this is my graduation project....Although you may not know what a graduation project is¡­"

    Chu Guang was speechless. They really took him for a fool, but he didn¡¯t say much. His expression didn¡¯t change either.

    That was the advantage of being an NPC.

    If he didn¡¯t want to talk to people or exin anything, he just needed to ignore them. No one would think that he was rude, which was simply much morefortable than doing sales.

    Athlete Foot alsoughed, "That¡¯s right! The principles of all punching machines are actually the same. It¡¯s all about how the circr motion turns into the linear motion. We¡¯ve designed a set of electric motors to drive the flywheel, drive the gear, crankshaft, connecting rod through the clutch, and push the slider for processing. The maximum impulse is of an average magnitude. It is a little difficult to make an engine, but there is no problem with building AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil isn¡¯t the best. At the moment, we made it with Betulin Terpenic Acid and turpentine... Anyway, it is working at present, and we will see what we can do to improve it in the future."

    Bathroom Goer snarled at him immediately. "What do you mean AK?! It¡¯s called the LD!"

    Athlete Foot chuckled with embarrassment, "Yes, yes, hehe, I forgot."

    To be honest, Chu Guang did not think the machine was simple, in fact, he felt that it was incredible.

    <em>Speaking of which, are the parts used by this machine really cut out by his machine tool?</em>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <em>This is really incredible!</em>

    Next to the punching press, there was also a hot punching machine, which was used to make seamless steel pipes.

    The steel that had undergone firing would be sent under the rollers to be pressed into rods, then fixed on the fixture, punched with a motor-driven tool, cut, cooled, and sent to the workbench to create the rifling with a boring cutter.

    Next to the workbench, Chu Guang could also see a batch of finished steel pipes and receiver parts, which was the order he had asked them toplete before.

    "Are these two devices easy to operate?"

    "Very easy!" Athlete Foot patted his chest and said, "Dear administrator, if you want to produce anything else, just leave it to us, we can guarantee that you will be satisfied with our products!"

    Chu Guang looked at the two of them approvingly and nodded in satisfaction. "You have done very well!"

    "With these weapons, we have more confidence to survive in this world!"

    The check he wrote before has finally been cashed!

    <strong>[Mission Complete]</strong>

    The two yers received a notification at the same time, and immediately opened their VM and took a look.

    Looking at the final payment on the business ount, Athlete Foot and Bathroom Goer both showed excited expressions.

    <em>We are rich!</em>

    Chu Guang quickly ced a new order, and then asked the warehouse manager toe over to check the batch and take it to the warehouse.

    Assembly matters could be left to Lazy Xia.

    She had plenty of tools in her ce, and if the parts weren¡¯t precise enough to fit, she could just do a little modification to improve it. This shouldn¡¯t be difficult for her to do.

    However, Chu Guang felt that his concern should be unnecessary. After all, the die of that punching machine was cut with a maically-confined sma numerical control machine.

    <em>Not urate enough?!</em>

    <em>Impossible!</em>

    As for the principle error caused by mechanical movement¡­ That had little effect on whatever mattered.

    After Xia Yan assembled the gun, Chu Guang excitedly yed with it for a while, then loaded the magazine and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to test the power it contained.

    He first fired a few shots, before raking the target until the magazine was emptied.

    The 7mm caliber was slightly smaller than the 7.62mm bullets used by the AK, but the 50mm case length could fit more charges, and the pration strength was still sufficient.

    Whether it was dealing with people, or dealing with mutants, it would be very useful!

    "Not bad," Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a surprised look and said, "I didn¡¯t expect that you would know how to design weapons."

    "It wasn¡¯t me."

    "Then?"

    Chu Guang said after a moment of thought, "You can simply understand it as... We have a ce where everyone can chat and people would discuss all kinds of topics. Once the discussions became heated, there would be all kinds of detailed descriptions and blueprints people use to prove their points."

    To be honest, he stole quite a lot of ideas.

    Xia Yan was stunned. "Is it really possible for such effectivemunication?¡±

    "Hmmm¡­ There is no limit to it actually, and anyone can say anything. It is precisely why there are all kinds of people there." Chu Guang took out the empty magazine, and said with a smile, "Anyway, that¡¯s not important. What do you think of this gun? How does itpare to Boulder Town¡¯s Drone X-2 assault rifle?"

    Xia Yan rolled her eyes and said, "When I said it wasn¡¯t bad I was onlyparing it with iron-barreled rifles. Do you seriously believe that guns made by a small workshop would be better than a gun made in a big factory?"

    Chu Guang smiled in disagreement. "The product will eventually get better once we have more experience in making them. After a few more versions¡­ Wouldn¡¯t it be good enough?¡±

    <em>After my yers die a few more times¡­ Wouldn¡¯t we have enough experience?</em>

    "You are right. As the first generation product, it¡¯s indeed really good." Picking up a cooled cartridge case from the ground, Xia Yan stroked her chin and looked at it for a while. "Let me see if I can improve it."

    Not getting responses from Chu Guang for a while, Xia Yan turned her head and saw Chu Guang looking at her in surprise. She couldn¡¯t help but froze for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Is there any problem?"

    "No." Chu Guang shook his head.

    <em>This is getting strange¡­</em>

    <em>This woman has be more and more diligent recently. She¡¯s almost like a different person now.</em>

    Attracted by the gunshots at the west gate, the nearby yers looked over curiously and whispered with interest.

    "There¡¯s a new plot ongoing!"

    "Sickle! It¡¯s the Sickle! Hahaha, it¡¯s finally out!"

    "Get lost! I was talking about the plot between the administrator and Boss Xia! Did no one pay attention to her eyes? Escaping Mole, you know what I mean, right?"

    "Go away. Don¡¯t drag me into this. Do you want me to get banned?!"

    "Tsk, this mole has given up his dreams."

    "What¡¯s the use of him now? Let¡¯s just bake him."

    "%!#@!"

 Chapter 170.1: Doctor and Bounty Hunter

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>The LD-47 rifle¡¯s stats has been adjusted, and it has now beenunched at the outpost Weapon Shop. yers who have won the lottery before should ask Boss Xia for the collection of your equipment. LD-47s semi-automatic precision shooter model will beunched tomorrow, so stay tuned.<strong>]</strong>

    Hearing that there were new weapons in the Weapon Shop, yers near the outpost gathered together, but most of them dispersed after a while.

    The weapon itself was not expensive, 200 silver coins was only twice as expensive as an iron-barreled rifle, but bullets were the problem.

    With the price tag of 1 silver coin per bullet, a magazine with 30 rounds would cost 30 silver coins! Newbies who had just entered the game couldn¡¯t afford it at all.

    Moreover, the Sickle assault rifle was different from the iron-barreled rifle. The structure of thetter¡¯s receiver was extremely simple. In theory, as long as the caliber was matched, it could be used whether it was a coiled bullet or a punching bullet. In addition, if the smokeless powder was not enough, even ck powder could be used.

    Looking at the shelves of the weapon store, those newbies sighed one after another.

    "Damn it! It¡¯s too expensive!"

    "Sigh, let¡¯s focus on leveling up first."

    "Indeed, you can only receive missions with higher rewards if you have a higher level. This kind of automatic weapon is too difficult to maintain in the early stages!"Chu Guang was not at the outpost. At about 2:00 in the afternoon, he took the truck to Longevity Town.

    When he arrived, many yers had returned from the Elm District with their prey, and were handing in their prey to Luca toplete their missions.

    Recently, Longevity Town was short of food, so hunting missions were very profitable.

    The base ie of hyenas has been increased from 5 silver coins to 8 silver coins, and the snow wolf with more valuable fur has been increased from 10 silver coins to 15 silver coins, which was higher than the deers passing through the northern suburbs of Clearspring City some time ago!

    In addition, there was regional prestige that could be obtained.

    Many Lifestyle Profession yers, who were eager to set up factories and were not short of money, squatted directly at the intersection of Elm District, bought prey from hunters at high prices, and then brought them to the warehouse toplete the missions, which was equivalent to spending money to buy prestige and contribution points.

    It was at least 10 kilometers from Elm District to Longevity Town. Those yers who liked hunting could also save their time from the round trips and focus more on their jobs.

    As long as the price was eptable, having a little less contribution or regional prestige wouldn¡¯t be a problem.

    Most Combat Profession yers did not need regional prestige, and farming contribution points was enough for them.

    By noon, 15 mutated snow wolves and 21 mutated hyenas had been hung on the wooden shelves at the door of the warehouse.

    The former had an average weight of over 40 kilograms, while thetter was around 30 kilograms. The meat extraction rate was almost 40% or so, which would add up to nearly 500 kilograms of raw meat.

    At this rate, within two days, the yers would be able to eat everything in the Elm District¡­

    Luca, who was standing at the door of the warehouse, was very busy.

    When he saw the administrator approaching, he immediately greeted him and said, "Sir, we need to hire two more butchers to handle the corpses of all the prey they brought back!¡±

    "I¡¯ve also released the mission on the VM, but... No one is applying," Luca said with an embarrassed expression. "I¡¯ve increased the hourly rate from 1 silver coin to 2 silver coins, but still not many people are interested."

    Every mission and position had a benchmark value, such as the butcher¡¯s hourly wage was 1 silver coin, and then they would get a cut of every game they ughtered. When an NPC published a mission, they would formte the mission reward ording to the benchmark value, and could adjust it ording to the priority of the demand. The authority of Luca was that he could double the base value.

    But even so, no one came to apply for the job...

    As soon as Chu Guang heard what happened, he immediately understood what the problem was.

    Most of the yers from Alpha 0.8 version were in the novice vige, which was the outpost.

    The hourly sry of 1 silver coin plus contribution points was significant for new yers below LV5, but it was a meager amount for old yers who had just experienced the expansion.

    In particr, ughtering required skills. Not everyone could use knives as skillfully as Tomato Eggs and waste as little edible meat as possible.

    "It¡¯s okay. If no yers are willing to do these tasks, we can find someone among the refugees outside to do it. I n to go to the refugee camp in a while, you cane with me."

    Although not trusting those refugees, Luca didn¡¯t say anything after Chu Guang gave the order, and nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

    Just as Chu Guang brought Luca and two guards and headed towards the east gate, the situation in the refugee camp didn¡¯t look too optimistic.

    Looking at the old man curled up in the shack with a sickly appearance and coughing from time to time, Jiu Li¡¯s face was full of worry.

    That was the fourth person he had seen that day.

    Even if he was not a doctor, he could still see that the condition of the old man was not very optimistic.

    "They are sick, most likely from typhoid fever," the thin man standing next to Jiu Li reminded, "If we don¡¯t deal with it as soon as possible, it will be very troublesome."

    His name was Jiu Xun, Jiu Li¡¯s younger brother and also his helper.

    Before, he was actually called Xun, but since his older brother was given a name by the ruler, he changed his name ordingly, which was regarded as adapting to the local culture.

    Jiu Li fell into silence and said after a while, "We can¡¯t drive them out of here."

    "We have no choice. We have no medicine and no doctors. They won¡¯t make it." Jiu Xun tried to persuade, "We have already lost half of our people before we get here! Are we going to sacrifice another half for those dying old men?"

    "Who are you calling a dying old man?!"

    Apanied by an angry voice from the side, a burly man walked out of the crowd. He grabbed Jiu Xun by the cor, stared at him and questioned, "What do you want to do to my father?!"

    The man was called Sun Cheng. He was a butcher from a small vige of a hundred people in the middle of the River Valley Province.

    Due to marauders¡¯ looting, he had to leave his hometown with his fellow vigers, abandoning his burnt homnd, and braved the cold winter to migrate south, looking for a chance to survive.

    Like many people here, they joined this group halfway. And in order to get there, they, like these people, paid a heavy price.

    For the sake of a bowl of hot porridge the night before, he handed over his gun under Jiu Li¡¯s persuasion.

    Sun Cheng originally thought that everything was worth it.

    Earlier, when he was picking up firewood outside, he heard that there was a bunch of people in front of his shack.

    Guessing that something bad happened, Sun Cheng immediately left his work and rushed back.

    Coincidentally, as soon as he got back, he heard what Jiu Xun said, and he was enraged to the point that he almost wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

    Jiu Xun was silent and looked at him nkly. He let Sun Cheng grab him by the cor at will, but his right hand had already touched the dagger in his pocket.

    Seeing that the argument was about to get physical, a few people immediately stood up in the crowd.

    Some people stood behind Jiu Xun, and some stood behind Sun Cheng; the two groups of people were ring at each other angrily.

    The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense!

    However, there were obviously more helpers on Jiu Xun¡¯s side, and almost all of them were armed.

    Knowing that if there was a conflict, it would definitely be his side that suffered, Sun Cheng let go of his grip on Jiu Xun¡¯s cor and looked at Jiu Li next to him. "I see it now, you guys want to break your promise."

    Jiu Li also looked at him. "I never said that."

    "Never said that?" Sun Cheng smiled coldly. "I know what you said just now, and everyone around you also heard it. Do you need me to repeat it?"

    Jiu Li looked at him calmly and said, "I apologize for my brother¡¯s thoughtless remarks, I never said I would give up on anyone, nor did I intend to. Now that someone is sick, and to prevent the spread of the gue, we must separate the sick from the healthy. We got here because of unity, didn¡¯t we?"

    "Unity? Getting rid of my father while I was away is called unity? You forgot who covered you when crossing the snowynd?! I see it clearly now, you only care about yourself!" Sun Cheng raised his chin and stared at him. "My father will not go anywhere, and I will take care of him myself. If you want to take him away, you have to do it over my dead body!"

    The situation was in a deadlock.N?v(el)B\\jnn

 Chapter 170.2: Doctor and Bounty Hunter

    Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a hesitant voice suddenly came in from the side.

    "Your father has an infection caused by frostbite. If he is treated in time, he will be saved. If it is dyed, he will need to be amputated."

    Jiu Li and Sun Cheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in his early twenties standing up from the crowd.

    He was not tall, and didn¡¯t seem to be physically strong. His slightly curly hair was a little messy with a few strands sticking to his forehead, looking quite weather-beaten.

    Jiu Li didn¡¯t have a deep impression of the young man, thinking that the young man should have joined their team halfway through their journey.

    "Are you a doctor?"N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The young man nodded. "Kind of. Although I mainly study... er, you can just think of me as a doctor."

    Sun Cheng grabbed him by his shoulders and said excitedly, "Can you cure my father?"

    "Yes," the young man swallowed and nodded slowly, "but I need you to help me prepare something... Then, I have to deal with his inmed wounds. Can you move him to my ce? There are no conditions for surgery here."Jiu Li nced at his brother and gave him a look. "I have a stretcher in my ce, go get it."

    Jiu Xun looked reluctant, but he still did as his brother said.

    The atmosphere at the scene eased a little.

    Seeing that there was hope of his father being saved, Sun Cheng, who had nned to start a fight before, calmed down.

    The group then carried the old man to the ce where the young man lived. When the stretcher was ced down, Jiu Li looked at the young man and asked, "What¡¯s your name?"

    "Yin Fang."

    "I don¡¯t have any impression of you, when did you join the group?"

    "It¡¯s been a while. It was probably back in the middle of River Valley Province, when the snow wasn¡¯t as heavy as it is now." Looking at the wound on the old man¡¯s leg, which was frozen and inmed, Yin Fang clicked his tongue. "He¡¯s really tough to be able to hold on until now... Can you guys wait outside? I need a quiet environment."

    Jiu Li nodded and took his brother out of the shack.

    Although Sun Cheng was worried about his father, he still followed the doctor¡¯s instructions and went out of the shack.

    Although there was no more tension between the two, the atmosphere between them was still not very harmonious.

    Just when Jiu Li was thinking about how to smooth their rtionship, an acquaintance from the same town came over.

    "The administrator is looking for you at the gate. He seems to have something to discuss with you."

    Jiu Li nodded immediately after hearing that the ruler was looking for him.

    "I¡¯ll be right there."

    ...

    At the entrance to the refugee camp.

    Jiu Li saw this area¡¯s ruler again.

    Just like the day before, he was wearing a blue exoskeleton, and carrying a warhammer and a rifle with a ridiculously long barrel on his back, exuding an extraordinary aura.

    Jiu Li readjusted his evaluation of Chu Guang yet again.

    Maybe he could take them out easily even without the help of his men. At the very least, he would have no chance of winning.

    It was great that there was no misunderstanding when they arrived.

    "How are you guys settling in?"

    "Thanks to you, sir," Jiu Li said respectfully with a slight sullen face, "we housed everyone and made sure that everyone had a warm ce to live and something to eat. Even the most noisy child slept soundlyst night¡­ It was probably the most peaceful night we¡¯ve had in a while."

    His words made Chu Guang feel really good.

    Chu Guang could finally experience the feelings that those people on the Pioneer had.

    With a faint smile, Chu Guang didn¡¯t say much and nced around. "I¡¯m d you can settle in so quickly. But... Why is the atmosphere here a bit weird?"

    Jiu Li smiled bitterly and said, "There were some conflicts a moment ago... You know, we didn¡¯t alle from the same ce. Many people joined our group along the way. There will inevitably be friction if there are too many people. But please believe me, I can handle it well."

    Chu Guang nodded.

    He didn¡¯t want to worry about the refugees. Besides, letting them handle their own problems wasn¡¯t necessarily a bad thing for him. As long as they obeyed thews he had set, and didn¡¯t turn their argument into a bloody conflict...

    Not wanting to ask what the conflict was about in detail, Chu Guang looked at Jiu Li and asked, "I need two butchers to handle the freshly hunted prey. Does anyone in your group know how to do it?"

    Jiu Li nodded immediately. "Yes, sir, we happen to have a butcher here. If you need him, I will take you to him."

    "Mhm, lead the way."

    Chu Guang followed behind Jiu Li, and soon came to a shack.

    A burly man was standing at the door of the shack, and when he saw Chu Guang following Jiu Li, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, probably thinking that he was in trouble.

    However, what he didn¡¯t expect was that Jiu Li, who had conflict with him before, didn¡¯t mention what happened just now as if nothing happened, and introduced himself to the administrator next to him in an approving tone.

    "... This is the butcher I told you about, his name is Sun Cheng, from the middle of the River Valley Province. His father¡¯s leg was frostbitten and is being treated in the shed. If you can provide him with a warm room, I believe he will be happy to serve you."

    Chu Guang looked slightly surprised. "Do you also have a doctor in your group?"

    Sun Cheng hesitated. "The person who treated his father¡¯s frostbite was Yin Fang. We met on the way. I¡¯m not sure if he is a doctor, but he is the only one here who has medical skills, so we can only leave it to him."

    Chu Guang did not talk, just nodded thoughtfully.

    <em>Interesting</em>.

    <em>I should talk to this personter.</em>

    Putting the doctor¡¯s business aside for the time being, Chu Guang looked at the man named Sun Cheng who stood in front of him.

    "I have a job here and I need a butcher to help us process the prey we hunted. I will give you 2 silver coins a day and a ce to live. Are you interested in this job?"

    Sun Cheng was slightly stunned, and then nodded happily. "I¡¯m willing to serve you, sir."

    Chu Guang nodded and looked at Luca beside him. "I¡¯ll leave it to you."

    ...

    Meanwhile, in the northern part of Longevity Town about a kilometer away.

    Several men with guns on their backs were squatting beside a half-copsed low building, holding monocrs in their hands, looking at the survivors¡¯ stronghold in the south.

    The group of refugees they followed had camped on the east side of the survivor¡¯s stronghold. The situation was not good. It wouldn¡¯t have been a big problem to deal with a group of refugees. However, what they were facing wasn¡¯t just the refugees. They also had to deal with the survivor stronghold that epted them.

    <em>This is getting a little bit problematic.</em>

    "I saw the wall and the sentry¡­ Damn it, they have quite a lot of weapons there."

    "Show me."

    Taking the monocr from hispanion, the bearded man closed one of his eyes and looked towards the survivor¡¯s stronghold with the other.

    After observing for a while, his expression gradually became solemn. "The wall is at least three meters high, and the people standing guard are all carrying guns of the same style... This group is not easy to deal with."

    His name was Eugene, and he was a mercenary who asionally worked as a bounty hunter.

    "What should we do?"

    Eugene thought for a moment when he heard hispanion¡¯s question. "Let¡¯s negotiate with them first. After all, our goal is only one person. If we can avoid conflict, it will be for the best."

    Several other people also nodded and agreed with the idea.

    However, what they didn¡¯t know was that when they were looking at Longevity Town from afar, several yers were already staring at them not far away.

    Sideline cking frowned while looking at them. "Who are those people?"

    Construction Boy shook his head slowly. "I don¡¯t know."

    "Refugees? Doesn¡¯t look like it. Didn¡¯t we take away their gunsst night?" Eye Owe Money couldn¡¯t help but guess.

    Sideline cking thought for a second before he replied, "Hmmm... Maybe they¡¯re not from the same group?"

    <em>Not from the same group?</em>

    <em>That is to say...</em>

    <em>They are wild monsters?</em>

    The three yers looked at each other, the smiles on their faces gradually became malicious, and when they looked at those people, they seemed to see walking silver coins and contribution points.

    For some reason, Eugene suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

    At this moment, a hound led by a mercenary next to him turned and started barking.

    The mercenary turned his head sharply and aimed his gun at the direction where the hound was barking at.

    "Who¡¯s there?!"

    Hearing the stern shout, the three yers hurriedly hid behind cover.

    Almost at the same time, a volley of bullets swept the slope in front of them.

    "Damn it! How can they shoot us before sending greetings?"

    "Marauders! They have to be marauders!"

    "Motherfucker! Whoever they are, they fired at us first, fuck them!"

 Chapter 171: Traitor of the Academy

    In a crude shack in the refugee camp.

    Looking at the old man lying on the stretcher, Yin Fang took a deep breath, finally made up his mind, and slowly extended his right hand.

    After pausing for a moment, a silver scalpel slowly stretched out from his right hand until it was an inch longer than his middle finger.

    The scalpel was bent slightly, like a forelimb of a mantis. Looking closely, there were four silver threads around the scalpel, floating in the air like tentacles.

    Looking at the young man¡¯s right hand, the old man curled up on the stretcher looked terrified. He tremblingly wanted to ask what the man was, but he did not dare to make a sound.

    "Don¡¯t be afraid, I will help you deal with the wound." Afterforting the old man, Yin Fang concentrated all his energy on the operation.

    An anesthetic injection was quickly followed by disinfection.

    The five fingers of his right hand moved up and down nimbly and skillfully, manipting the scalpel and silver threads hanging under the palm of his hand.

    It was like he was manipting a marite!The scalpel urately avoided the nerves and blood vessels in the muscle tissue, carefully cut the necrotic part, and skillfully used silver thread to stitch up the wound, leaving only the fine thread end like spider silk.

    The whole process was as smooth as running water!N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Yin Fang held his breath and remained highly focused. Fine sweat oozed out of his forehead, and even the frequency of his breathing was carefully controlled.

    Under his precise control and operation, the excision and bandaging of the necrotic tissue were carried out almost simultaneously, and the blood loss during the entire operation was minimal.

    The operationsted an hour.

    After cutting off all the necrotic tissue, Yin Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

    Then, he took out a small tube of spray from his pocket and carefully sprayed it on his right hand several times before slowly retracting the outstretched scalpel and silver thread into the bionic prosthesis.

    At almost the same time, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

    "What an amazing piece of technology¡­ Is this a bionic prosthesis for medical use?"

    Yin Fang was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see a man wearing an exoskeleton standing at the door, watching him with interest.

    He was so focused during the operation earlier that he didn¡¯t even notice that someone had arrived.

    Yin Fang was nervous and hid his right hand behind him, even though he quickly realized that it was no different from exposing the fact that he had something to hide.

    Putting down his sped arms, Chu Guang said in a casual tone with a friendly expression on his face, "Don¡¯t be nervous, I was just asking¡­ Are you a doctor?"

    "..."

    Yin Fang hesitated to answer.

    Seeing his expression, Chu Guang knew that this guy was probably hiding a lot of things, and he was probably racking his brains to make up stories to fool him.

    <em>Why bother?</em>

    <em>It¡¯s not like I will kill you.</em>

    Not bothering to listen to the wed stories that this guy was going to make up, Chu Guang looked at him and said bluntly, "I am the administrator of Shelter 404, and the ruler here. If you need help or want to improve your living conditions, you can go to Jiu Li or Luca, and they will bring you to me.¡± ???

    "I don¡¯t mind offering a job opportunity to capable people, but only if the person is being honest with me."

    After speaking, Chu Guang turned around and walked out the door without waiting for a reply.

    Looking at the closed door, Yin Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and his tensed shoulders also rxed.

    At this time, a weak voice came from the stretcher behind him.

    "Thank you, young man."

    The old man had already woken up, but he didn¡¯t dare to interrupt the ruler.

    Yin Fang nced back at the old man, forced a smile on his face, and said in a soft tone, "You¡¯re wee, are you feeling better now?"

    "Much better..." The old man nodded. Realizing what happened, he said weakly in embarrassment, "I¡¯ve caused you trouble."

    "It¡¯s okay." Yin Fang shook his head.

    Human life is important, and those people helped him a lot.

    He wouldn¡¯t have gotten so far if he left alone, and there was no way he could have avoided the pursuit of the bounty hunters in the first ce.

    The old man sat up on the stretcher and wanted to get up, but his legs still hurt, so he gave up after trying several times. The next moment, a man came in from outside the shack. Seeing the old man¡¯s appearance, he quickly stepped forward to support him.

    "Dad, are you feeling better?"

    The old man smiled and nodded. "I feel much better... Thanks to this young man, if he encounters any trouble in the future, you have to help him."

    Sun Cheng turned to look at Yin Fang, and said sincerely, "Brother, thank you! My name is Sun Cheng. You saved my father¡¯s life, so if you need anything from me in the future, say the word and it will be done!"

    Yin Fang shook his head and did not take his words to his heart.

    <em>If only it is that simple.</em>

    His troubles were not something that just any wastnder could solve.

    Watching the father and the son leave the shack, Yin Fang sat on a chair beside him, looking at the ceiling and sighing.

    "Sigh.

    "Give me a break..."

    ...

    "There is a doctor in the refugee camp, so you don¡¯t need to worry about the gue. He seems to be a warm-hearted person. You can just leave it to him.

    "Also, ask Jiu Li to keep his eyes on him, but don¡¯t bother him too much. Don¡¯t take the initiative to ask him questions, and don¡¯t make him feel that he is being monitored. If he shows any suspicious behavior, ask him to report to me immediately." After leaving the shack, Chu Guang found Luca and exined the matter to him.

    "Okay sir, leave this to me!" Luca nodded earnestly, keeping the matter firmly in his heart.

    Shelter 404 has not fully established a trusting rtionship with those refugees. As such, it was natural to have a sense of vignce. In any case, fostering a better rtionship shouldn¡¯t be rushed.

    Chu Guang was not in a hurry to pry open the secret of that doctor, nor was he in a hurry to recruit him.

    With the harsh winter¡­ He wasn¡¯t afraid that someone would be able to run away!

    After all, it would feel a bit forced if he needed to obtain the information by questioning the man. So it was better to wait for him to think clearly and confess.

    After leaving the camp, Chu Guang was nning to inspect thebor reform of the prisoners of war.

    He didn¡¯t expect to hear a burst of gunshots north of the camp¡­ Based on the sound, it was about 1 kilometer away.

    It seemed that the battle was quite intense; Chu Guang even heard the explosion of the handmade grenade Mosquito made.

    Not panicking at all, Chu Guang updated a mission through the VM and sent it to the devices of yers within the specified range of the map.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>All yers within 1 kilometer of the coordinate marked on the map need to immediately go to the target area to provide support.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Capture at least one person alive.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins, 10 contribution points, 50 regional prestige.<strong>] </strong>

    Listening to the sound of gunshots, it was estimated that there were only 4 or 5 guns firing at once. There were 6 of them at the very most.

    After staying in the wastnd for a long time, guessing the number of people based on the sound of gunfire could be said to be the basic survival skills. It was not realistic to guess urately, but there was no problem in guessing a little more.

    ording to the disy on the VM map, there were at least 30 yers in the area where the conflict urred, and most of them were veteran yers.

    Chu Guang was not worried after giving them the mission.

    ...

    Unlike Chu Guang, Eugene was feeling like shit at the moment.

    Originally, it was a very simple mission, and if everything went well, it could be done in three months.

    He didn¡¯t think that his stupid teammates would cause such a huge problem.

    If he had known that something like that would happen, he would have definitely done it alone.

    Anyway¡­ Comining then seemed pointless.

    Less than ten minutes after the gunshots sounded, he and his teammates were surrounded by at least thirty people. Dense gunshots came from all directions, and they couldn¡¯t raise their heads at all.

    Eugene saw with his own eyes that the mercenary who fired the first shot was riddled with holes along with his dog. As for the other three, they were all killed one by one during the resistance.

    Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through the encirclement, he immediately dropped the weapon in his hand and surrendered without any hesitation.

    Those men that surrounded him roughly bound his hands, threw him onto a truck, and then dragged him back to the camp behind the concrete wall. After he was escorted to a spacious room, he was pressed to the ground.

    There was a man wearing a blue exoskeleton sitting in the room. He was eyeing him up and down with scrutiny.

    "Are you a marauder?" the man asked.

    Eugene didn¡¯t answer right away, his mind was turning fast, thinking about how to escape.

    However, the man wearing the exoskeleton didn¡¯t seem to be very patient. Seeing that he didn¡¯t speak, he waved his hand impatiently. "Since he doesn¡¯t like to talk, then take him away and get rid of him."

    The equipment on this man didn¡¯t look very valuable anyway, and it was estimated that he was not someone with a powerful background.

    Wrench standing next to Chu Guang immediately stepped forward without any dy, grabbed the prisoner¡¯s cor, and dragged him outside.

    Eugene panicked and screamed in fright, "I¡¯m not a marauder. My name is Eugene, I¡¯m a mercenary! Sir, I mean no harm."

    "Mean no harm?" Signaling Wrench to stop, Chu Guang looked at him with interest and said, "You mean, the fight earlier on were misfires?"

    Shelter 404¡¯s initial contact guidelines stipted that yers could not take the initiative to attack NPCs in neutral areas, but if neutral NPCs fired first, they were allowed to fight back.

    VMs were not only just a vital monitor, it also had the function of action recording. Although there was no video, but through clues such as gunshots, audio recordings, and more. It was easy to judge who made the first move.

    Chu Guang was curious how the dude was going to try to smoke him..

    Being stared at by Chu Guang¡¯s gaze, Eugene felt terror spreading in his heart and said quickly, "That was a misunderstanding. It was not me who fired... Those people and I are just partners who weremissioned to do something!"

    "Amission?" Staring at him with scrutiny, Chu Guang continued to ask, "Whatmission?"

    Not daring to conceal anything, Eugene quickly confessed. "It¡¯s amission from the Academy."

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment when he heard the unexpected title, but he didn¡¯t show any emotions. He stared at Eugene and continued to interrogate him. "Continue."

    Eugene swallowed and continued speaking quickly. "About three months ago¡­ I got a request from the Academy that they wanted us to help track down a renegade prospector. We followed the clues provided by our employer all the way to the River Valley Province. If it wasn¡¯t for an ident, we would have caught himst month. But by bad luck, we ran into the Army who was routed, and let that guy escape into a group of refugees."

    "Does the traitor you are talking about have a bionic body?" Chu Guang asked thoughtfully.

    Eugene¡¯s eyes lit up and nodded quickly. "That¡¯s right! Our employer asked us to take him back to the Wandering Swamp, or at least take his arm back. If you are willing to hand him over to me, we can split the reward fifty-fifty, no, sixty-forty, you take sixty, and I take forty!"

    <em>Not bad, sixty for me.</em>

    Holding back hisughter, Chu Guang looked at him and said, "How much bounty did the people at the Academy promise?"

    Eugene thought that Chu Guang was tempted by his proposal, so he quickly continued. "5,000CR! We originally had six people, but now¡­ There¡¯s only both of us¡­¡±

    Chu Guang looked at him in shock. "CR? Why does the Academy pay you with Enterprise¡¯s currency?"

    "That¡¯s not really how it works¡­ Actually, mercenaries like us only ept Enterprise¡¯s CR, or Army¡¯s Dinar." Eugene exined helplessly, "You should know that the currency varies from ce to ce, and I¡¯ve even seen people trading with bullet shells and bottle caps."

    Although Enterprise¡¯s banknotes were heavily inted far from the East Coast¡­ Where a rifle costing 300CR on the East Coast would be sold for 600 or even 800CR in River Valley Province¡­ It was still better than small currencies that only circte in regional areas.

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and fell deep into thought..

    <em>Hmmm¡­ Only 5,000CR.</em>

    <em>So, he shouldn¡¯t be an important fugitive.</em>

    If it was a reward of 500,000CR, Chu Guang may have to consider the diplomatic risk of keeping the man. But for the tiny bit of reward, he was most likely not someone important.

    <em>What¡¯s the big deal? Why does he want to hide such a trivial matter from me?</em>

    <em>That man is not honest.</em>

    Chu Guang¡¯s heart moved slightly, and he looked at Wrench who was waiting beside him.

    "You go to the refugee camp, find a person named Yin Fang, and bring him to me."

    "Yes, sir." Wrench nodded and immediately walked out the door.

    Soon Wrench brought the man Chu Guang wanted to see.

    Seeing Eugene in the room, Yin Fang¡¯s expression changed instantly. He turned around and wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Wrench standing at the door.

    Seeing Yin Fang, a joyful expression appeared on Eugene¡¯s face. He hurriedly shouted loudly, "Sir, that¡¯s him!"

    "Shut up."

    Chu Guang signaled Eugene to stay silent, then looked at the young man who had fear written in his eyes. "Don¡¯t you think you need to exin something to me?"

    Yin Fang lowered his head with a bitter expression on his face. "Sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to hide my identity from you..."

    Chu Guang looked at him and asked, "Are you from the Academy?"

    Yin Fang nodded.

    But soon, his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head.

    "I was, six months ago, but I am no longer part of the Academy."

 Chapter 172: D-Level Prospectorâ€™s Intel

    The person that the Academy sent to hunt him down was here, Yin Fang knew that it would be meaningless to hide it, so he confessed everything.

    Half a year ago, the Academy received information that there were clues about Shelter 0 in an abandoned pre-war research facility.

    Without any hesitation, the Academy immediately dispatched a scientific expedition team to investigate.

    Originally, this was just a very ordinary archaeological mission. After all, simr missions were avable in the Academy almost every day. The only difference this time was that this mission had something to do with the clues of Shelter 0.

    No one expected that such an extremely ordinary mission would face such a huge ident.

    A hive that was not mentioned in the information was hidden on the ground floor of the research facility. Almost as soon as they passed the gate of the venttion room, they were besieged by arge number of Slime Mold mutants such as Crunchers, Creepers, and even Tyrants. After a desperate fight, they finally managed to escape. However, only the leader of the scientific expedition team and the engineer apanying the team survived.

    "Then you became the scapegoat?" Chu Guang looked at the young guy and said with a strange expression, "But it doesn¡¯t make sense. Why would they me an engineer for this kind of decision-making level of a mistake?"

    Yin Fang¡¯s expression was a little strange.

    At this time, Eugene, who was tied up, smiled and interjected, "Sir, don¡¯t be misled by his ambiguous statement. The mission that the Academy gave us is to hunt down the defected D-level prospector. Engineer? Hehe, obviously he is the leader of the scientific expedition team!""...?!"

    Chu Guang was dazed for a while. He stared at the young guy for a long time, but still couldn¡¯t see how the guy was a leader.

    After noticing the fleeting surprise, Eugene smiled wickedly and continued, "The size of the scientific expedition team is generally not big, roughly around ten people. It is moremon for a D-level or C-level prospector or researcher to lead the team. After all, fieldwork is not a good job... Tsk tsk, although I am not from the Academy, I¡¯ve dealt with people from the Academy a lot of times."

    Being exposed by a mercenary unexpectedly, Yin Fang argued angrily, "I didn¡¯t say that I wasn¡¯t the leader of the research team, alright! Yes, I was the leader, but so what? They obviously got the wrong information, but they want to me me for everything. What can I do?"

    Eugene nced at him and said disdainfully, "I¡¯m just exining why there is a 5,000CR bounty on your head. As for your internal affairs, it¡¯s none of my business. Besides, who knows what the truth is? You can say whatever you want, but those people won¡¯te back to life to refute you."

    Yin Fang red at him, clenching his fists, his angry stare seemed to be able to burst mes. But obviously, this guy was not very good at quarreling. It made Chu Guang wonder if everyone in the Academy was like that, or if the guy was pretty unique...

    <em>Holy shit, this guy is actually the head of a scientific expedition team.</em>

    <em>Risk value +1¡­</em>

    Chu Guang had a headache. After thinking for a while, he looked at Yin Fang and continued, "Then what¡¯s your n?"

    Yin Fang said with a bitter expression on his face, after pondering for a while. "I originally nned to go to Boulder Town, where there is a way to get to the East Coast. Whether it¡¯s by an airne or bynd with the caravan, as long as I can get to Enterprise¡¯s territory, even if the Academy knows I¡¯m there, they won¡¯t be able to do anything to me."

    Chu Guang nced at his right hand and said thoughtfully, "There is also another ce to escape the pursuit of the Academy."

    Yin Fang seemed to have guessed Chu Guang¡¯s intention. "Are you trying to tell me to stay in your shelter?"

    Chu Guang smiled lightly. "It sounds like you don¡¯t like my shelter."

    Shelter, with full protection capabilities, embodied the crystallization of civil defense technology from the Prosperous Era, and theoretically it was almost impossible to break through from the outside.

    In addition, people inside wouldn¡¯t have to worry about the shelter being found. Unless the shelter¡¯s administrator was willing, the whereabouts of a shelter would be very unlikely to be exposed.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    In terms of security, it was unbeatable!

    Yin Fang said carefully, "No, sir, it¡¯s just... Can I trust youpletely?"

    Chu Guang said in a nonchnt tone, "Do you have any other options?"

    Yin Fang was silent for a while.

    Eventually, he drooped his shoulders in defeat. "You are right, I have no choice."

    Seeing that Chu Guang had reached a consensus with hismissioned target, Eugene, who had a sense of crisis in his heart, said quickly, "Sir, you want to take in the Academy¡¯s fugitive? This is not a good idea..."

    "This is the River Valley Province, not the Academy¡¯s territory." Chu Guang interrupted him nonchntly, looked over Eugene to Yin Fang, and continued, "I am very interested in your abilities. It seems that you can do more than surgery? Tell me what you can do."

    "I can do any surgery rted to neural connections, or some other simple surgery." Yin Fang paused for a moment and then continued, "But, I¡¯m not actually a doctor, and the main job of a prospector in the Academy is to carry out archaeological studies on the remains of the pre-war civilization, recover valuable data and materials, and bring them back to the Academy for researchers to analyze and repair. My task scope mainly involves neural connections, so I may understand a little."

    "You can make bionic prosthetics?" Chu Guang asked with interest.

    Yin Fang exined, "There are many types of bionic prostheses. The simplest prosthesis is driven by muscle cells, and it is not difficult to make. But if it is driven by neural currents, neuron-like materials are needed. But that kind of thing is not easy to get anywhere... And I can¡¯t make something out of thin air."

    <em>He¡¯s not a doctor, but he is more capable than a doctor. Not only can he perform surgery, but he also knows a little bit about bionic prosthetics.</em>

    <em>Most importantly, he seems to know how to pick up high-quality trash and recover useful technical materials from the remains of pre-war civilizations.</em>

    Chu Guang became more and more interested in Yin Fang.

    "I want to learn more about the Academy from you. It just so happens that I n to go back to the shelter. Let¡¯s go together. By the way, do you want to pack your luggage first?"

    Yin Fang shook his head and said, "I don¡¯t have any luggage to pack."

    Chu Guang smiled and said pleasantly, "Alright then, congrattions on starting a new life."

    Yin Fang also smiled, although it looked pretty hesitant.

    To be honest, he didn¡¯t hold out much expectations from this so-called new life, but as this administrator said, he didn¡¯t have a choice.

    After saying that, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was another person in the room, so after thinking for a while, he looked at Wrench.

    "Send this mercenary to the brick kiln and hand him over to the foreman there."

    It was impossible to let him go. Besides, he was still useful to Chu Guang.

    In short, this man would be sent to reform throughbor first. Maybe that Brigade Commander named Vanus would love hispany.

    Eugene¡¯s face paled after hearing the words brick kiln and foreman. He probably guessed that he would either end up working in a dark brick kiln until his death, or being sold to a ve trader and having to continue to work until his death...

    However, Wrench would not sympathize with him. He diligently followed the order.

    "Yes, sir."

    ...

    Eugene was assigned to work as aborer in the brick factory.

    As for Yin Fang, Chu Guang intended to ce him on level B2 of the shelter.

    There were still 100 vacant rooms in Area B on level B2. Chu Guang originally intended to house some technical talents gathered from the wastnd in those rooms, but he didn¡¯t expect that they woulde in handy so soon.

    As for whether it was appropriate to keep him so close to the yers¡­

    To be honest, Chu Guang wasn¡¯t worried at all.

    Worrying about stuff like that would be as boring as worrying about whether it would rain the next day. Cloning technology may be a little more sensitive to the world he came from, but to the people in the wastnd, it was asmon as cigarette butts on the ground.

    Xia Yan still believed that there was some kind of technology in this wastnd that could produce a clone in just one day, so taking three days to produce one was nothing at all. But when Chu Guang asked her where she had heard it, she scratched her head and couldn¡¯t answer.

    The wastnd was toorge and it was normal to have some ridiculous rumors.

    Didn¡¯t the survivors of Clearspring City also say that it was him who defeated the Enterprise¡¯s expeditionary force? That was also when ?Clearspring City often had Enterprise caravans passing by.

    No matter what Yin Fang saw, Chu Guang didn¡¯t care. After entering the shelter, he didn¡¯t n to let him out for a little while.

    If he did something stupid, he would soon experience the feeling of having a red name in the game.

    That would be very exciting.

    A certain big lizard, who was squatting in the shelter and unable to get out, would definitely be interested in the rare opportunity to perform.

    Before evening, the returning truck arrived at the north gate of the wend park.

    Back at the elevator of the Nursing Home.

    When Chu Guang pressed the down button, he nced at Yin Fang next to him and reminded, "Have you made up your mind? There is still a chance to regret it now. After entering, I¡¯m afraid you won¡¯t be able toe out for a while."

    Yin Fang sighed softly, "Even if I want toe out, at least I have to wait for the people in the Academy to forget about me."

    "How long will it take to forget a D-level personnel?" Chu Guang frowned.

    Yin Fang thought for a while and replied, "Maybe three years, maybe five years¡­ It depends on how much they want me to die, although I don¡¯t think I¡¯m that important."

    If he had found clues to Shelter 0, the Academy would probably go to great lengths to hunt him down, but sadly, he didn¡¯t find anything like that.

    ...

    About 6:00 in the evening.

    A group of happy yers, dragging a three-meter-high Cracklew Crab with a wooden cart, returned from the direction of Longevity Town.

    The Cracklew Crab had an exaggerated hole on its back, presumably from getting sted by an Armor Fist Bazooka.

    Regardless of whether it was worth it to sell a Cracklew Crab at 50 silver coins or not, they killed one anyway.

    Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves gasped in surprise when they saw the monster being carried to the North Gate market; their faces were filled with expressions of disbelief.

    ¡°Is that¡­ Is that a Cracklew Crab?"

    Autumn Weed nodded nkly. "Yes..."

    With sparkling eyes, Autumn Leaves looked at the residents of the shelter admiringly and couldn¡¯t help but sigh with emotion, "So amazing!"

    "Yes..."

    In the wastnd, a Cracklew Crab was even more dangerous than a Deathw. They wouldn¡¯t move around and make exaggerated roars for no reason. Most of the time they would just hide in some deep puddle, or rest in a damp cave, disguised as algae or mossy rocks.

    In their tribe, those who could defeat the Cracklew Crab were without exception the most powerful warriors, and such warriors generally only appeared in the legends of old.

    She was so surprised that she even forgot to hold her sister and tell her not to stare at them.

    While yers wouldn¡¯t be celebrating just because they had defeated a Cracklew Crab, the outpost was as lively as a festival.

    "The crab legs are cooked! Everyone hurry up and eat them quickly! The crabs won¡¯t be delicious if kept for too long!"

    As soon as the voice announcing the meal was ready sounded, the group of yers immediately gathered around.

    "Yummy, yummy, this crab meat and truffles are so delicious!" Yaya, who was munching on half a crab leg in her hand, showed a happy expression.

    "Is it delicious? It¡¯s alright¡­?" Teng Teng frowned and took a bite, looking confused.

    <em>Why do I feel like it¡¯s so much worse than mashed potatoes?</em>

    "You call this average?! Oh right, I have to bring some for Xiaoyu!" Yaya grabbed half of the crab legs and skipped away happily.

    "To be fair, the food system of this game is really awesome! The soft crab meat is tender like jelly before it is cooked, and after it is cooked, the soft crab meat has a hint of earthy fragrance. It¡¯s just like a work of art..." Holding a half of roasted crab leg in his hand, Ample Time sat on the stone stool and took a bite, and suddenly looked up at the sky, and sighed.

    Night Ten, who was covered in moth hair, patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "That¡¯s enough bootlicking. It¡¯s very embarrassing, you know. If I were Light, I would definitely stay away from you."

    Ample Time red at Night Ten, his face extremely red. "Fuck off! What do you mean bootlicking! How can you call testers sharing their gaming experience bootlicking?"

    Gale and Old White were exchanging 18 ways to eat crab legs, so they didn¡¯t have time to participate in Ample Time and Night Ten¡¯s conversation.

    Irene, who was sitting beside the stall, was filling his mouth with crab meat. That was the ninth crab leg he had eaten.

    Suddenly, he frowned, as if he felt something.

    "Wait, I feel a warm current flowing in my body. Could it be that the crab meat can provide a buff?!"

    He opened the VM at the speed of light and nced at it.

    <em>s.</em>

    <em>That wasn¡¯t it.</em>

    "Buff my ass," Elf Wang, who held the crab leg with both hands, interjected with a mocking smile, "your period must being."

    "Fuck you!" Irene yelled angrily.

    Makka Pakka couldn¡¯t help but roar withughter, "Hahaha!"

    Later it was proved that the meat of the Cracklew Crab would not provide buff, but eating too much would definitely cause diarrhea.

    In the end, the warm current did not disappear.

    Throwing away their crab legs, the three of them rushed to the toilet in a panic, and almost got into a fight at the door because of the only remaining cubicle.

    In the end, no one knew how they resolved it.

    In short, when they went back to the shelter, their legs were really shaky.

    That night.

    After many yers went offline, an announcement was posted on the official website of Wastnd Online.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>Two new NPCs have been added to the outpost, Yin Fang, a D-level prospector from the Academy, and Eugene, a bounty hunter who was hired to hunt down Yin Fang.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Hint from Little Seven: </strong>Yin Fang¡¯s clinic is on level B2. If you need to install imnts, you can find him. (Subject to avability)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Luca: </strong>Eugene is being re-educated. I will definitely turn him into a useful person.<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: What happened again?! Why did it have to happen when I¡¯m gone?! (??§¥??¥Î)¥Î

    Quit Smoking: !! Does this mean that the career system will beunched? Devs are awesome! (Cracking Voice)

    Teng Teng: I have a question! Is this a pair of CP who love and hate each other? (*/ w * )

    Night Ten: ?? When I put these two question marks, it¡¯s not that I have a problem, but I think you have a problem.

    Irene: +1 ( ?

    Teng Teng: What do you mean by I have a problem?! (;£àO)o

    Ample Time: With this new surgeon, Gale no longer has to worry about losing his right hand and being unable to put it back on. He is the most buffed person in this version, confirmed. (Wink)

    Escaping Mole: Damn you and your luck... T.T

    Gale: (¡¯w¡¯)?

    ...

    In the shelter.

    After posting the announcement, Chu Guang did not peek at the forum, but stared at the text document on the screen and fell into contemtion.

    About ten minutes ago, he learned about the Academy from Yin Fang, and there were a lot of things worthy of his attention.

    "The Academy is located in the center of Wandering Swamp. Before the Prosperity Era, the location was once a desert, and after the Prosperity Era, it was transformed into a man-made ecological reserve. During the Doomsday War, due to the bombardment of strategic weapons, thendscape there was destroyed. It was permanently altered into a swamp, an area equivalent to 1.5 times the size of the River Valley Province.

    "The Academy¡¯s origin is unknown. Most of their technologyes from archaeological studies, and their core members areposed of researchers and prospectors. Among them, E-level prospectors are roughly simr to the low-level employees of the Enterprise, and the squad leaders of the Army. D-level personnel are probably middle-level cadres, which is equivalent to the Company Leader or Region Commander of the Army.

    "In addition, the Academy seems to have embarked on a path different from that of the Army and the Enterprise. The imnted prosthetics and informatics technology there are quite developed. Their equipment is mainly made up of energy weapons and shield technology, and their industrial capacity seems to be rtively weak... Maybe it¡¯s because they¡¯re located in a swamp¡­¡±

    However, even after two centuries of archaeological studies, they still haven¡¯t finished studying the legacy of the pre-war civilization. Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help wondering just how exaggerated the legacy of the pre-war civilization was.

    Chu Guang could not imagine what happened in the years after the Prosperity Era byparing with the development trajectory of the earth before he came to this world.

    Holding the mouse, Chu Guang thought for a moment, then took a paragraph from the information that he had sorted out, and copied and pasted it on the official website.

    "Well, whatever. It¡¯s better to use it as the game background settings on the official website."

    Maybe his cute little yers could help him spot something.

 Chapter 173: Jobs For the Refugees

    In the Bull and Horse Club.

    Quit Smoking: Have you seen the updated content on the official website?! The background stories of the three major forces are all out!

    Ample Time: We saw it, and have already discussed it in the group earlier.

    No Love: Light said that he just created a folder, so don¡¯t get too excited. Otherwise, you will look very stupid.

    Tomato Eggs: There are already three full map forces before the close beta test, and the map of the regional force Boulder Town has not been fully opened yet. Based on this, it is reasonable to suspect that there will be seven big map forces after the public beta test.

    No Love: Light would kindly remind you not to think too much. Otherwise, he would delete the newly created folder. (Rolling eyes)

    Night Ten: When did brother Light say that? ( ?

    Mosquito: No, no, you guys are too shortsighted. Just wait until version 8.0 or something, the administrator will definitely burn down the shelter, and then we will get the two old expansions back.

    Gale: It¡¯s forbidden to reuse old memes.Old White: By the way, with the sudden joining of a NPC from the Academy¡­ Does it mean that this game is going to release the bionic prosthetics function?

    Ample Time: It¡¯s hard to say, and I just checked it in game, the newly added NPC does not have a function of selling prosthetics. No matter what you say to him, it can only trigger a dialogue asking if you want surgery.

    Night Ten: +1, I also tried it just now, and if you annoy him too much, he will ask you if you want to check your brain. Sure enough, Xiaoyu is the cutest. ( ?

    Mosquito: Why Xiaoyu, don¡¯t you think the stammering Boss Xia is also very cute?

    Gale: I didn¡¯t expect a small game group to have two kinds of perverts at the same time.

    Ample Time: Anyway, although the NPC that can perform surgery has been added into the game, Gale, you still have to be careful. After all, the surgery fee for reinstalling the imnt is 50 silver coins. And if the imnt is damaged, the repair of the mechanical prosthesis will require an additional charge

    Night Ten: Say¡­ Do you think Light will arrange a plot kill to test whether there is a bug in the reinstation function of the imnted prosthesis? ( ?

    Old White: Huh? Your thoughts are novel enough... But you are right. Otherwise, why did Gale get a mechanical arm all of a sudden?

    Gale: What the fuck? You guys, don¡¯t give Light strange ideas! (horrified)

    Ample Time: Ahem, that¡¯s enough guys. Don¡¯t scare Gale so much that he wouldn¡¯t dare to go out.

    Quit Smoking: Hahahaha!

    ...

    On level B2 of the shelter¡­N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Yin Fang was sitting in the cafeteria, eating.

    The food of the day was fried rice with shredded corn and pork. It tasted very delicious, and it was probably the most delicious food he had eaten in the past six months.

    The only fly in the ointment was that he was surrounded by a bunch of people.

    They looked at him curiously like watching the monkeys in the eco-garden, as if it would do them any good.

    Thinking that the administrator had told him that it was only temporary, and he just needed to ignore them for the time being, Yin Fang didn¡¯t take it to heart. He only thought that those ignorant natives had never heard about the academy before. ??

    After a quick meal, he sent the te to the food collection cart, where there was an automatic washer that would dispose of food residue and oil, and use ultraviolet light to sterilize and clean.

    He then headed to the shower in the public area.

    The showers here were gender-segregated and paid to use. Chu Guang had given him 10 silver coins for his daily living expenses, which was enough for him to live a normal life in the shelter.

    However, something thatpletely pissed him off soon happened. These stalkers not only wanted to watch him eat, but also wanted to watch him take a shower!

    <em>What¡¯s wrong with those people!</em>

    <em>Don¡¯t they have it themselves?</em>

    "That¡¯s enough! If I see any of you follow me again, I swear I will remember your face, and stitch your face onto your butt next time!"

    What was what the administrator told him to say if he couldn¡¯t take it anymore.

    He said that if someone kept following him and harassing him, he just needed to say that sentence, and they would disperse immediately. But he also warned him not to use it too often. It was best to use it only once a day; otherwise it would not work if he used it too often.

    Yin Fang guessed that this sentence was probably some kind of unpleasant curse. But the syble was really long; if it was not for his good memory, he may not be able to remember everything.

    However, what Yin Fang didn¡¯t know was that after those yers left, they went to the forum to talk about him.

    "This new NPC is a bit too powerful! He can stitch your face onto your butt!"

    "Damn, what happened to him in the past?"

    "ording to my statistics, this dialogue will be triggered after 31 minutes and 71 seconds of following him."

    "What kind of experience is it like to have your face on your butt?"

    "Emmm¡­ Do you want to try it?"

    On level B1 of the shelter.

    Now that the number of yers had reached 500, there were always people walking in and out of the lobby. In order to prevent yers from secretly ying with hisputer, Chu Guang moved everything to the empty room beside his own.

    After asking the carpenter to make a set of solid wood furniture with a simple style, he transformed it into his Administrator¡¯s Office.

    After all, NPCs needed a little privacy.

    Being watched by yers all the time, Chu Guang would also feel strangely ufortable.

    "I have had enough of this! Don¡¯t those residents of yours have nothing else to do? No matter what I do, they¡¯ll still follow behind me! Don¡¯t they have any manners!" Walking into the Administrator¡¯s Office, Yin Fangined to Chu Guang with a frustrated expression.

    "Now now, this is their way of expressing their wee, it¡¯ll be over in two days... Do you want a ss of milk?" Chu Guang pointed to the electric kettle, which contained hot milk, at the corner of the table with his index finger.

    "Thank you, I¡¯ll have some... By the way, do you have capsule coffee here? Or freeze-dried coffee. I¡¯m not very picky."

    "No," Chu Guang picked up a disposable paper cup, poured him a ss of milk, and handed it to him, "The conditions here are not that great. We are still in the early stages of rebuilding our colony, so I hope you will understand."

    Taking the cup of hot milk from Chu Guang, Yin Fang held the cup in his hand and took a sip, feeling a little morefortable.

    In fact, life was already pretty good, at least much better than the days he spent on the run.

    Once he epted his fate, he found that moving in was not as bad as he thought.

    There were almost many advantages in the shelter. The only problems he had encountered so far were that there were too few people he could talk to, and he couldn¡¯t stop those shelter residents from following him.

    "Speaking of which, your shelter number is still within the three digits, right? So it¡¯s quite unbelievable that the facilities and supplies within this shelter are socking."

    "Does this have anything to do with the number?" Chu Guang asked casually.

    Yin Fang nodded and said. "Of course! It has everything to do with the number. Generally speaking, a shelter with a single-digit number will receive more funding than a shelter with a two-digit number, and a shelter with a two-digit number will have more funding than a shelter with a three-digit number. As for the shelters with four- and five-digit numbers, and private shelters that don¡¯t get a serial number¡­ They usually have very poor funding and limited resources, and some couldn¡¯t even bepleted in time.¡±

    As a D-level prospector, he understood this all too well.

    Those valuable things were usually found in the shelters with the three-digit and two-digit numbers. In terms of those four-digit or five-digit shelters, it was already not bad to be able to scavenge some remaining resources. After all, most of the supplies had already been consumed by the survivors who lived there decades ago.

    Chu Guang, who was staring at theputer screen, raised his head. "From what you said, I¡¯m starting to wonder what exactly happened at the end of the Prosperity Era."

    There were so many shelters that the number used by those shelters had actually been extended all the way to five digits, and that didn¡¯t even count those that didn¡¯t receive a number!

    <em>How many shelters did the Federation of People build in itsst few years?</em>

    While being amazed by the sheer amount of the shelters out there, Chu Guang skillfully operated the mouse and threw a few nuclear bombs that took him a few rounds to build at the base of his neighboring enemy, Old Man Gan.

    There haven¡¯t been any good games to ytely, so he could only download <em>Civilisation 6 </em>and rey it.

    Of course, it was mainly for the purpose of drawing inspiration.

    Hearing Chu Guang¡¯s words, a helpless expression appeared on Yin Fang¡¯s face. "This is also something we have been investigating. The war seems to have happened suddenly without any warning."

    "Is there no one who survived from that era?" Chu Guang asked hesitantly.

    Yin Fang replied, "There are, and there are actually quite many. There are even old popsicles that have been frozen and hibernated from that era to the present, but they also don¡¯t know exactly what happened. They will just keep asking us when they can go home... We specte that some information should have been controlled, or the Federation of People didn¡¯t think that the war would actually break out, otherwise the number of shelters would probably be even higher."

    Chu Guang gave him a strange look. "This sounds contradictory. Even if the information was controlled, did no one wonder why there were nearly 10,000 shelters?"

    Yin Fang made a helpless expression. "You have to understand it in the context of what was happening during the period of time. After entering the Prosperity Era, there has been no war on this for a long time. The crises we envisage include more than expected sunspot activity, the impact of lunar development on tidal effects, the ecological crisis caused by the excessive expansion of urban areas, and even the contact with extraterrestrial civilizations... They just never thought that one day in the future, they would do stupid things that they hadn¡¯t done for a long time again."

    After pausing for a second, he continued, "Plus, there¡¯s a limit to the amount of information the human brain can process every day. When you¡¯re in an age of information explosion, and there are millions or even hundreds of millions of things that are more worthy of attention, it will make you feel like..."

    "You¡¯re in a cocoon?" Chu Guang added suddenly.

    "Yes, that¡¯s the feeling, it seems you understand it quite well." Yin Fang nced at Chu Guang unexpectedly, "Speaking of which, I¡¯ve always wanted to ask... What category does your shelter belong to? Cryosleep? Or one ofmunity?"

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes nced around, and he answered ambiguously. "I don¡¯t think it¡¯s either of them. But it¡¯s better if you don¡¯t delve too deeply into this issue."

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn¡¯t intend to discuss it with him, Yin Fang shrugged helplessly. "Okay¡­ You can carry on doing whatever you feel like, I¡¯ll go back to my room to rest."

    Chu Guang refocused on drawing inspirations, and said casually. "Okay, remember to close the door for me."

    Learning from the yers, Yin Fang imitated the tone of the others here.

    "Yes¡­"

    "... Dear administrator."

    ...

    The next morning in Longevity Town.

    Luca came to the refugee camp early in the morning, and found Jiu Li, the person in charge. "We need 30 capableborers. We will offer them 2 silver coins and three meals a day."

    Although there were meals in the camp, that kind of watery porridge was not delicious food, and all it could do was to stop people from starving to death.

    The day before those people hired a butcher from them, and it was said that he not only lived in a house with heating, but also had meat to eat every day.

    They were willing to do jobs like that even if there was no sry, not to mention two silver coins.

    Jiu Li didn¡¯t think much, and immediately nodded in agreement.

    However, out of responsibility for those who trusted him, he still asked one more question. "No problem, but may I ask what kind of work it is? And are there any specific requirements?"

    Luca thought for a moment before he replied, "There aren¡¯t any requirements. As long as you have strength, and you can do hard work, then it is fine. Our administrator wants to build a cement factory in the south to produce cement for building houses and roads. In addition, we also need some people to clean up the obstacles on the path between the Longevity Town and the Linghu Wend Park, and transport the recyble items to the designated location for processing. I will arrange their work, so you don¡¯t need to worry about this.¡±

    Jiu Li said with a sigh of relief when he heard that it was not dangerous work. "Give me ten minutes, I will find the people you want."

    Luca nodded and said. "<em>Mhm</em>, when you find enough men, you can bring them to the east gate, I will wait for you there."

    After receiving the task, Jiu Li did not dare to dy. He quickly found his brother Jiu Xun, asked him to select thirty men capable of heavy work from the camp, and brought people to the east gate.

    When Jiu Xun brought people to the east gate, there were already more than 20 people gathered there.

    Seeing those people, many refugees including Jiu Xun, had a trace of anger and fear on their faces.

    "It¡¯s from the Army."

    "Really?"

    "There¡¯s no mistake. Just look at their noses... Those from the army have a bulge in the middle of their nose. These people are at least squad leaders."

    "These bastards!"

    Regarding the hostility and fear of the refugees, the captives from the army all had a confused expression on their faces.

    They were sure that it was the first time they had met with those refugees, but why did those refugees act like they had killed their fathers?

    Noticing themotion of the refugee group, Wrench stood before the group and yelled, "In our territory, we respect everyone who works, whether the person is a free man or a prisoner of war. No matter what conflicts you had with each other before, you all have to obey our rules, and anyone who vites our rules will not be tolerated."

    The refugee group became silent.

    They could already see that the twenty or so army¡¯s squad leaders were all prisoners of the administrator.

    To be able to capture more than 20 army¡¯s squad leaders... they must have defeated at least twopanies, or even one brigade!

    Moreover, it must be an overwhelming victory thatpletely dismantled the opponent¡¯s will to fight, making the opponent throw away their weapons and give up all resistance.

    If it was a close battle, the members of the Army would not surrender so easily.

    The strength of the survivors here to be much stronger than they had imagined!

    Jiu Xun, who was standing in front of thebor team, was feeling fortunate. Fortunately, they didn¡¯t break out in conflict with the survivors here.

    Even the Army lost the fight to those in the settlement¡­ He couldn¡¯t imagine that he had a slight chance of winning, or a reason to win...

 Chapter 174.1: Relocation of the Steel Factory, New Gathering Point

    In order to avoid trouble, after discussing with Wrench for some time, Luca finally decided to separate the two groups of people.

    30borers recruited from the refugee camp were assigned to the construction site of the cement factory, under the supervision of Sword Execution and 4 foreman selected from the brick factory.

    The foremen wore VMs and could trante the yer¡¯snguage into easy-to-understand phic symbols.

    After working in the brick factory for so long, they have long been familiar with how to work with those blue coats. As long as there were trantion tools,munication would not be a big problem.

    Sword Execution was responsible for supervising the construction, and the foremen were responsible for leading people to work, with a clear division ofbor and each performing their own duties.

    The 20 or so prisoners of war, escorted by two guards, walked along the out-of-city elevated road to clear obstacles on the way from Longevity Town to Linghu Wend Park.

    If it was some gravel, they could toss them to the side of the road with a shovel. If it was an abandoned vehicle, they could use tools to disassemble it, put it on a trailer, and transport it to the south gate of Longevity Town.

    The people from the pioneer did not take all the equipment away, but left two hydraulic presses for Shelter 404 in the warehouse, which could crush the roughly cut garbage into squares that were easy to transport and send to the steel nt to be melted into useful materials.

    It was a 10 kilometers journey from Longevity Town to the outpost. But due to the frequent activities of yers, the area has be rtively safe.While repairing the road, Chu Guang nned to build a heavy industry base in the area, relocate Steel nt 81, and build rted supporting industries nearby.

    He wanted to build stuff like bullet production lines, firearms production lines, and other useful things like that.

    After all, the terrain of Linghu Wend Park made it impossible for arge truck to drive in. In addition, it was surrounded by trees. There was only an open-air parking lot that could provide recyble metal resources.

    There were not many resources in the open-air parking lot. After the yers took turns searching, not to mention the rusted car frame, even the railing next to the parking space was taken away.

    For the production scale to expand, the industry base had to be closer to the resource point, and then the transportation must be convenient. It would be better if there were ready-made buildings that could be used.

    Combining these factors, Chu Guang immediately thought of the Bloodhand n¡¯s old territory, the abandoned tire factory.

    Not only was there aplete wall, but there was a fairly spacious warehouse, the kind where trucks could drive in directly through the front door.

    Geographically, the factory was separated by a short road from the out-of-city elevated road, located in the middle of Linghu Wend Park and Longevity Town. It was also closer to the Wend Park.

    Before, because there was not enough manpower, and it was too far from the resurrection point, Chu Guang simply gave up the stronghold, and let the yers set it on fire before leaving.

    Now that the number of NPCs and yers has increased, it could be used again.

    The only trouble was that it was estimated that there were mutated cockroaches and mice crawling there at the moment, so he had to find a few yers to go in and clean it up. ???

    Well, that wasn¡¯t a problem for Chu Guang.

    It just happened that he could leave it to the new people who had entered the game since the Alpha 0.8 version. They could use it to level up, and get familiar with the gamey and the fighting skills of mutants.

    "I should have gotten a nutrient paste synthesizer from the merchant from Red River Town."

    It was said that the nutritional paste made from mutant cockroaches and mutant mice was quite popr in Red River Town.

    Chu Guang felt regretful. He stretched out his index finger and tapped twice on the VM¡¯s screen, cing a marker on the map.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Clear the mutants in the abandoned tire factory (Located 4 kilometers north of Linghu Wend Park)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Kill at least 10 mutant mice or mutant cockroaches, this mission can bepleted repeatedly.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins, 20 contribution points<strong>]</strong>

    Later, he would send a guard to the entrance of the monster¡¯sir, as a mission-rted NPC, responsible for issuing the mission and confirming thepletion, which was equivalent to supervising the yers¡¯ work.

    "It¡¯s said that the tail of the mutant mouse seems to be edible, but I don¡¯t know if it is true or not."

    Although the yers wouldn¡¯t eat it, the refugees wouldn¡¯t mind.

    <em>It¡¯s meat after all.</em>

    <em>Who cares what it came from?</em>

    ...

    4 kilometers north of Linghu Wend Park, at the fork connecting the out-of-city elevated road and the urban area.

    A young guard with an Arbiter rifle on his back was stepping on the snow on the ground and walking towards the abandoned tire factory.

    His name was Lu Bei, and he was the youngest member of the outpost guard.

    Although he had only been on the job for less than a month, his loyalty was recognized by the administrator.

    Earlier, the administrator personally exined the mission to him, and asked him to go to the front line to supervise the shelter residents to eliminate the mutants of the abandoned tire factory.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Lu Bei still remembered where that was.

    After all, just over a month ago, he was the captive of the marauders who called the abandoned tire factory home.

    It was an unforgettable memory.

    Although the marauders had been in, his body trembled involuntarily when he returned.

    "Come on... Lu Bei, you have to be brave." Patting his face hard, the 14 year old boy took a deep breath of cold air and overcame his fear with loyalty.

    "This is the mission handed to you by the administrator!" Regaining his courage, Lu Bei took off the heavy rifle on his back and walked to the gate of the abandoned tire factory to stand still.

    He did not wait for long.

    Soon, several shelter residents carrying long and short cold weapons and hunting gears approached.

    Even in the horrible weather, their faces were still filled with sunny confident and optimistic smiles, but they did not have VM on their arms.

    In the words of the administrator, they were all newbies, and they needed to umte credit to obtain proof of identity.

    Thinking about it that way, Lu Bei couldn¡¯t help but feel a little proud, because he happened to have such a piece of identity certificate on his arm.

    The yers approached him and asked, "Hello, are there any missions here?"

    "Brother, we want to do the mission to clear out the mutants in the abandoned tire factory, do we need to go through any formalities?"

    "Damn it, where is the mission pop-up window?"

    "Are you stupid? Do you not know that there is no mission pop-up window? The user information is integrated on the VM, and you can only spend money to buy it after reaching the citizen level!"

    "Dang, we actually have to spend money to get the user interface!"

    Lu Bei couldn¡¯t understand what they were chattering about, but it didn¡¯t matter.

    The administrator had exined to him that he only needed to follow the prompts on the VM, do what he should do step by step, finish the lines he should read, and then supervise their work.

    "You are finally here." After giving a military salute to these people, Lu Bei stood up straight and said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

    "Abandoned tires are often upied by a group of mutants, and we need to clear them out."

    "Your mission is to kill at least ten mutant mice or mutant cockroaches. Afterpleting the mission, I will report your results to the captain."

    Although Lu Bei didn¡¯t know what those words meant, after those yers heard it, they rushed into the abandoned tire factory without a second dy and fought with the mutants that were wandering in the building excitedly.

    It was hard not to admire those who disregarded their own safety and bravely fought with those mutants.

    Although they didn¡¯t wear VMs, their bravery was unrivaled.

    Lu Bei looked at their backs, and in addition to admiration in his heart, he couldn¡¯t help feeling a little ashamed.

    A few minutes ago, he nearly chickened out when approaching the factory because of the unfortunate past.

    "Sure enough, my training is not enough..." His eyes became firmer as he tightened his grip on the rifle in his hand.

    In order not to disappoint the VM on his left arm, and to be worthy of this proof of identity, he had to be even more loyal!

    ...

 Chapter 174.2: Relocation of the Steel Factory, New Gathering Point

    Just as the rookie yers were wielding axes and sticks and cleaning up the mutant mice and cockroaches in the abandoned tire factory while screaming excitedly, Spring Water Commander, who had changed into his new gear, was clearing the abandoned school located in the city area near the north of Longevity Town.

    The school was not veryrge, and it was probably amunity college before the war.

    Last time, he and a fellow yer of the perception type found an abandoned military camp in the area, as well as traces of the survivors from before.

    Intuition told him that something good could be found.

    The sound of gunshots rang out one after another, breaking the silence.

    Breaking into the abandoned school building, two of his teammates, with their automatic weapons, continued to harvest Crunchers who were wandering in the hall on the first floor.

    Using his gun to take out the three Crunchers that rushed up to him, Battlefield Cheerleader shouted excitedly towards the teammates next to him.

    "Hahaha, brother, it¡¯s not me showing off, this Sickle is so awesome!"

    As expected of a <em>CF </em>cheat weapon!N?v(el)B\\jnnThis thudding sound was much more enjoyable than the sound of an iron-barreled rifle!

    "Nice! 1 more kill!" With the me bursting out from the muzzle, Darkest shouted excitedly with a red face, "BOOM! Headshot!"

    Compared with the Sickle assault rifle, the 5mm revolver he used before was simply just a water gun!

    At this moment, the Spring Water Commander wearing the exoskeleton was also carrying a crowbar in hand.

    Seeing that his teammates were wasting bullets on Crunchers, he couldn¡¯t help cursing. "For fuck¡¯s sake, you should save the damn ammunition, one bullet cos a silver coin, you know!"

    He originally nned to buy an LD-47 to y with, but he gave all the money in his pocket to Mosquito.

    Fortunately, Mosquito finally became reliable for once. He really didn¡¯t lie and he actually got him a set of armor that was exactly the same as that of the administrator.

    The suspended armor basically protected all the vital points of his body. Without affecting the mobility, the original set of mining exoskeleton was directly upgraded to the armor of heavy infantry.

    It would be perfect if he had a hammer!

    Sadly, he didn¡¯t even have a copper coin at the moment; he even had to ask his good brother to buy him dinner the night before.

    If he failed to get anything he would have to go hungry for sure.

    Battlefield Cheerleader grunted, "Don¡¯t panic, you made money to spend it, not keep it!"

    Darkest said with a smile, ¡°That¡¯s right! In the game, if you don¡¯t spend moneyvishly, what¡¯s the difference between you and a salted fish?"

    "Brother, I don¡¯t seem to have much bullets left, can you spare me a little bit?" Battlefield Cheerleader asked.

    "Uh, you should¡¯ve said it earlier, I¡¯m almost out of bullets as well." Darkest mumbled softly.

    Battlefield Cheerleader couldn¡¯t help but yell, "Damn it! Why don¡¯t you save some."

    "Do you even have the audacity to say this?!"

    Spring Water Commander was struck speechless. "..."

    Having said that, after going deep into the building, the two people that were having fun shooting eventually stopped.

    After all, 30 silver coins per magazine was still a lot of money. So Battlefield Cheerleader had bays inserted under the barrel, and Darkest took out the axe hanging from his waist.

    While it was okay to mess around from time to time, they had to be cautious when the time came.

    In narrow terrain where melee weapons could be used, it was better to use melee as much as possible.

    Going through the hall and entering the hallway, the three clearly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

    Darkest frowned. "This should be aboratory building."

    Battlefield Cheerleader couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°How do you know?¡±

    "I don¡¯t know, it just feels like one," Darkest grunted softly.

    Spring Water Commander was struck speechless again. "..."

    "Alright, alright, I¡¯ll quit messing around," Darkest frowned, his eyes ncing around alertly, "I feel something is approaching us."

    Although he was only LV4, and he had only 10 points of perception, which was still a bit weaker than the old yers, it was still not a problem for him to perceive danger.

    Not daring to take it lightly, Spring Water Commander switched the crowbar from his right hand to his left, and then his right hand took out the pistol from his waist.

    However, almost at the same time, a shrill roar suddenly came from above the half-copsed ceiling ahead.

    The three of them were startled, and they raised their guns quickly, only to see a Creeper sticking its head out of the back of the copsed ceiling, and running towards the three of them with a roar.

    "Shit! Creeper¡­" Spring Water Commander standing in the front row bore the brunt of it, and was hit by the rushing Creeper.

    It happened so suddenly, so much so that they didn¡¯t react in time.

    Thanks to the cuirass attached to the exoskeleton, Spring Water Commander who was hit by the Creeper only felt his internal organs were tumbling, but he wasn¡¯t seriously hurt.

    The pistol was knocked away, Spring Water Commander and Creeper tumbled back five or six meters together, and firmly hit the wall behind them.

    Seeing that the Creeper was going to bite him, Spring Water Commander almost instinctively raised the crowbar to block the bloody mouth, and pressed his hands forward desperately.

    "<em>Roar</em>!" The dirt stained teeth were right in front of him!

    Spring Water Commander could even smell the terrible breath emanating from its mouth.

    "Fuck!" The steel pipe was gradually bent. Dodging the dropping saliva, Spring Water Commander cursed. He increased the output power of the exoskeleton as much as he could before pushing out with his right hand which had clenched into a fist aimed directly at the monster¡¯s head.

    "Die!"

    "Motherfucker!"

    The moment their voices rang through the air, there was a loud bang.

    As the copper shell as thick as a fist was ejected from the side of the arm, a steel nail as thick as a thumb was shot out from the front of his arm, and pierced through Creeper¡¯s head ruthlessly.

    ck blood sshed everywhere.

    Creeper, whose head was prated, struggled for a while, and finally fell heavily beside Spring Water Commander.

    The two people who came to help, and Spring Water Commander himself, who was pressed on the ground by the Creeper were all taken aback by the power.

    "Holy shit, what kind of equipment is this?!"

    After wiping the blood on his face, Spring Water Commander spat out the blood in his mouth and said. "I don¡¯t know... Mosquito said that this thing is called the Nail Gun. He also said that if I wanted to, I could call it Steel Nail 1.0."

    Its principle seemed to be thepression ignition of nitrocellulose. It could push the steel nails in the nail gun in the left arm of the exoskeleton out and shoot at a target. ording to Mosquito, it could prate a 20mm steel te at close range.

    Coincidentally, it was the thickness of the steel tes welded into his exoskeleton.

    "This is so cool..." Darkest looked envious and picked up the hot bullet case on the ground, "Why not use an electric drive? Don¡¯t you have a battery in this exoskeleton?"

    Spring Water Commander shook his head in confusion. "Mosquito said that it is more powerful this way."

    Indeed.

    Explosive propulsion was much more powerful than electric motors. The only disadvantage was that if he wanted to shoot a second time, he had to recharge it, and it could not continue to output like a pile driver.

    However, it didn¡¯t seem necessary.

    Half of the Creeper¡¯s head had been blown off...

    Battlefield Cheerleader reached out and pulled Spring Water Commander up from the ground.

    "Dude, are you okay?"

    "I¡¯m fine, it¡¯s just that my stomach hurts from being hit." Shaking his head, Spring Water Commander picked up the pistol that had fallen from the ground, and continued to explore with his two teammates.

    The dead Creeper seemed to be thest boss.

    The monsters they encounteredter were dull-headed Crunchers, and they were easily dealt with by them without any effort at all.

    Next to aboratory, they found an entrance to a basement.

    The basement door was open, and the dark passageway gave everyone the creeps.

    Spring Water Commander swallowed and said nervously, "Do we want to go down and have a look?"

    His question was pointless.

    Since they had already gotten so far, they couldn¡¯t just leave empty-handed.

    If there was an entrance to abyrinth below, or some hidden testing facility, they would be able to find many valuable treasures.

    But the question was...

    Who was going to go down first?

    Darkest looked at the rest and eventually said, "I always feel that there is something bad in it¡­ So Spring Water Commander, I¡¯ll leave it to you."

    Spring Water Commander¡¯s eyes widened in shock. "Screw you! You said that there is something bad down there, and you¡¯re asking me to go first?!"

    "No shit? You have the greatest stamina and you¡¯re the tankiest. If you don¡¯t carry the team, who can carry us?¡± Darkest grumbled.

    Spring Water Commander argued, ¡°Is this a problem with my stamina or strength?!¡±

    Seeing that his teammates became more and more unreliable, Battlefield Cheerleader sighed, and stood out bravely. "I¡¯ll do it."

    Spring Water Commander looked at him with excitement, cing his right hand on his shoulder. "Nice! You can do it! We are counting on you!"

    Darkest also put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged him. "Go brother, we are waiting for your news on the official website!"

    "???"

    Luckily, Darkest¡¯s intuition was wrong. There were no deadly radiation, traps, or dangerous monsters lurking in the passage leading to the basement.

    It was also a shame that the end of the passage was also not a relic of a pre-war civilization, the entrance to the undergroundbyrinth, nor a mysterious experimental institution.

    Fortunately, they didn¡¯t leave empty handed.

    There were ten low temperature hibernation pods neatly arranged in the spacious basement. The hatch was open, and judging from the ash falling on it, it should have been opened for a long time.

    The battery had been removed, perhaps by scavengers who hade here before, or by those who had woken up from the hibernation pods.

    Fortunately, although the battery was removed, the electrical equipment behind the hibernation pods was intact. There wasn¡¯t a single scratch on them!

    ording to the purchase price from the warehouse of the outpost, an disassembled abandoned hibernation pod could be sold for at least 50 silver coins, and even up to 100 silver coins!

    There were 10 of them!

    The three held their breath in unison. In particr, Spring Water Commander, whose pocket was cleaner than his face, clenched his fists excitedly.

    <em>Fuck yeah!</em>

    <em>I¡¯m no longer broke now!</em>

    Battlefield Cheerleader looked at everyone and asked, "There is only one question now, how do we move all these back to base?"

    Spring Water Commander said excitedly, "This is easy, we can rent a truck and drive it outside the city. I¡¯ve asked about the price before. Every 1 kilometer costs 10 silver coins."

    It was about 20 kilometers back to Linghu Wend Park, and it was easy to earn back the fee for renting the truck through scavenging.

    "By the way¡­ This mark looks very familiar." Standing next to a desk, Darkest held a metal box he found from a drawer and said with uncertainty.

    The box was pitch ck and it was made of unknown material. It was impossible to tell what it was used for, and there was no mechanism or button to open it.

    The back of the box was printed with an indented circr logo.

    "Let me see."

    Walking to the side of Darkest, Spring Water took the ck box from his hand and stared at the logo for some time.

    The logo was a small dot on the outside of a big circle, a bit like the earth and the moon, or a hydrogen atom.

    <em>Hmm, indeed, it looks very familiar...</em>

    <em>I feel like I¡¯ve seen it somewhere before.</em>

    Spring Water Commander frowned.

    The next second, Battlefield Commander standing next to them suddenly interjected, "I¡¯ve seen this before! It¡¯s stated somewhere on the official website!"

    Spring Water Commander suddenly came back to his senses and blurted, "The Academy?!"

    The three who reacted were stunned for a moment.

    <em>Holy mother of god¡­</em>

    <em>Did we just trigger the main plot?!</em>

 Chapter 175: Principles, Methods, Conclusions

    On the muddy road to Longevity Town.

    Sitting in the back of the truck, Yin Fang, who wrapped himself like a dumpling in a fur coat, kept talking all the way. "It¡¯s impossible! The Academy¡¯s logo? Appearing in amunity college in a little-known town? Are you sure you¡¯re not joking?"

    Chu Guang said with a faint smile. "If I¡¯m joking, I would have sent you here alone."

    "..." Yin Fang looked at him speechlessly, not knowing how to respond.

    But Chu Guang actually didn¡¯t mind chatting with him.

    After all, Clearspring City was too out of touch, and he almost always had to rely on rumorsbined with his own imagination to find out what happened outside.

    Chu Guang was also very curious about why stuff from the Academy would appear in a mediocre college.

    ording to Yin Fang, it was at least a thousand kilometers to the Wandering Swamp. It was far beyond the sphere of influence of the Academy.

    ?Although Clearspring City used to be one of the important cities in the southern urban agglomeration of the River Valley Province, that was only in the Prosperity Era."Actually, I¡¯ve always been curious about what kind of organization the Academy is."

    Yin Fang shook his head and said, "It will take me days to exin what they are."

    "Then you can choose the key points, pick the topics that I¡¯m interested in and talk about them."

    Yin Fang was reduced to silence by Chu Guang¡¯s willful style of questioning. His mouth was open, but he didn¡¯t know what to say. It was only when he choked slightly from the powerful wind blowing north that he finally came back to his senses.

    "How should I put it, the Academy... It¡¯s not as mysterious as you outsiders think. It¡¯s like a huge library. In fact, until the end of the Prosperity Era, it was just a loose academic organization."

    Chu Guang looked at him with interest, and continued, "But your Academy¡¯s performance is not at all loose, nor pure, nor like any academic organizations."

    "That¡¯s true, but as I said it was before, now it¡¯s the 211th year of the Wastnd Era."

    <em>Two hundred years.</em>

    In the history of human civilization, many feudal dynasties couldn¡¯t exist for so long, let alone an academic institution.

    Yin Fang squinted his eyes, gazing to the southwest and continued. "I also don¡¯t know much. I heard that in the early years of the Wastnd Era, the Academy undertook part of the post-war reconstruction work, which was mainly focused on the technical field. It included taking over some experimental facilities, scientific research equipment, and the recovery of damaged data and lost technology."

    Chu Guang narrowed his eyes and muttered, "It sounds like a very grand project."

    Yin Fang sighed and said, "It is. We still haven¡¯t finished this work to this day. The world is changing too quickly, it is said that a long time ago, the influence of the Academy spread throughout the Central Continent, and the delegation of the Academy could go wherever they wanted. But the good times didn¡¯tst long, and the ces outside the Wandering Swamp are no longer safe for the people from the Academy. Everyone sees us as a group of fat sheep."

    Hearing the term, Chu Guang nced at the guy¡¯s right hand involuntarily.

    <em>It makes sense. That arm is worth at least 10000R, and that¡¯s probably the price after a massive discount¡­ </em>

    Chu Guang felt that he really couldn¡¯t me others, even a person with a good heart like himself was somewhat tempted.

    "Speaking of which, what is the Wandering Swamp? How is the ce?" Chu Guang asked.

    Yin Fang replied briefly, "It¡¯s a vast swamp, the size of a province, where the weather is unpredictable. Mutants there are also going crazy every day. Whatever it is, you won¡¯t like it¡­¡±

    "I didn¡¯t say I want to go, I was just curious," Chu Guang looked forward, patted the roof, and signaled the driver to find a ce to park nearby, "We are here, it¡¯s just a little walk from here."

    After getting out of the car, Chu Guang pulled out his hammer.

    The four yers who went with them decisively picked up their weapons, walked in front, and acted as escorts.

    The group was made of 2 strength type yers and 2 perception type yers. The two strength type yers were walking in front to clear the way, and two perception type yers were following behind to act as the carries. Each of the four had an LD-47 assault rifle, which had sufficient firepower. It felt rtively safe to be traveling with them.

    Now that the firepower was sufficient, Chu Guang didn¡¯t need to provide any support. He just needed to hold the hammer and activate the shield in time to protect himself and the NPC next to him.

    This town was quite deserted.

    Due to the blizzard, there were almost no mutants roaming on the streets. After eliminating a few Crunchers hiding in the shadows, the group arrived at the target area on the map smoothly.

    They arrived at amunity college which looked in from the outside, and even the area it covered was only slightlyrger than the nearby high school.

    Standing in front of theboratory building, Yin Fang nced up and shook his head. "I don¡¯t think the Academy would be interested in such an unimportant ce, you probably made a trip for nothing."

    Hearing this, Chu Guang smiled lightly. "Since we are already here, does it matter if we came here for nothing? Come on, let¡¯s check it out."

    Chu Guang walked in with his yers after speaking.

    Seeing that he was about to fall behind, Yin Fang had no choice but to follow up and step into the gloomyboratory building.

    There were broken tiles and rubble all over the floor, and there were newly dropped bullet casings on the ground. It seemed that a fierce battle had broken out here more than an hour ago.

    Looking at the dead Creeper on the ground, Yin Fang gasped and followed closely involuntarily.

    In the Academy¡¯s scientific expedition team, barbaric things like fighting were usually done by Level E, Level F, or even androids and drones. What Level D personnel needed were independent analysis ability and excellent thinking abilities.

    Even if they needed to master some survival skills, it was still mainly focused on actual survival. For example, basic first aid knowledge.

    Yin Fang was quite suspicious of theirbat effectiveness, especially seeing how the administrator was holding a mere hammer in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Chu Guang was unreliable.

    "Can you give me a gun? I can protect myself."

    "You are a VIP, just stay behind me and don¡¯t do anything dumb."

    "VIP?"

    "Tsk, how should I exin it?" Chu Guang grunted without giving it much thought.

    While they were talking, the group arrived at the destination.

    Spring Water Commander stood in front of Chu Guang in heavy armor as he respectfully ced his right fist on his chest and gave a military salute. "Dear administrator, before you came, we have sessfully cleared out the mutants in the area."

    "Well done." Chu Guang nodded approvingly, looked at him and said, "Lead the way ahead."

    "Yes, sir!"

    After receiving the look of affirmation from the administrator, Spring Water Commander happily walked ahead and led the way. Chu Guang instructed two yers to guard the entrance, and the other two yers followed him and Yin Fang to explore the basement.

    The passage was very narrow. However, after entering the basement, the area suddenly became spacious.

    Looking at the ten hibernation pods in the basement, Yin Fang was petrified and froze.

    When he came back to his senses, he rushed up without saying a word, got to the nearest hibernation pod, and stared at it.

    "There¡¯s no mistake... The style of this nurturing cabin is exactly the same!" Yin Fang whispered, stroking the dusty hatch with his hand excitedly.

    The surrounding yers looked at each other, exchanged confused nces, and asked in a low voice.

    "What is this doctor doing?"

    "I don¡¯t know... Maybe he has a special fetish?"

    "Got it, the new NPC has a fetish for the nurturing cabin!"

    ¡°Damn, you are so smart! I will tell everyone on the forum about this detail. I wonder if mods will stick my post to the top."

    "..." Chu Guang was struck speechless by their brainlessments.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <em>Who the hell would stick this kind of post to the top!</em>

    After a slight cough, Chu Guang looked at Yin Fang, who was stunned, and asked, "What do you mean exactly the same?"

    "It¡¯s the same model as the Academy¡¯s hibernation pod... This is really unbelievable, why would it appear in River Valley Province?"

    With an expression of disbelief on his face, Yin Fang finally left the hibernation pod and looked at Chu Guang and said seriously. "Where is the box? The one with the Academy logo you said."

    Chu Guang took the box, which was the quest item in the eyes of the yers, and handed it to Yin Fang. "Here¡­ What is this anyway?"

    "A ck box for storing data!" Yin Fang tapped the surface of the box with his knuckles, gushing with joy, "The outeryer of material can effectively resist neutron rays and electromaic pulses generated by nuclear explosions. In addition, inert gas should¡¯ve been injected into it to protect the graphene circuit board... I guess it contains a holographic image or a recording or something. We will know what it is after we open it."

    After saying that, Yin Fang didn¡¯t wait for Chu Guang¡¯s response, and stretched out the knife from under his right hand and scratched lightly on the surface of the box.

    The next moment, something miraculous happened.

    At the moment when the surface material was scratched, theyer of ckcquer wrapped around the outside of the box dissipated like the grit that disappeared with the wind, revealing the silver shell underneath.

    Yin Fang carefully checked the edge of the box and quickly found an inconspicuous gap and opened the box.

    Spring Water Commander couldn¡¯t help but nced at Battlefield Cheerleader and whispered, "Why didn¡¯t it react that way when I touched it?"

    "Well duh," Before Battlefield Cheerleader spoke, Darkest interjected, ¡°It is a mission item, so of course it needs to be triggered by a mission NPC."

    The two of them were stunned.

    It made sense, and they couldn¡¯t refute it at all.

    With just a little distraction, the blue light had gathered and formed a holographic out of thin air in the room.

    Chu Guang and the yers didn¡¯t have much reaction, but Yin Fang, who was standing in the room, opened his eyes wide in shock; so much so that his eyes looked like they could fall out of their sockets at any time.

    "Principles?!"

    "Principles?" Looking at Yin Fang, who was muttering something to himself, Chu Guang asked suspiciously, "What¡¯s that?"

    "Principles, Methods, Conclusions... The three Doctors who rebuilt the Academy after the war. Their statues are still standing at the entrance of the Academy." Yin Fang swallowed, his eyes full of disbelief. But he still continued, "This is the Doctor of Principles. Theser rifle of the Academy is named after him. I¡¯m positive that this is him, and it¡¯s what he looked like when he was young. But why does his relic appear here? This is not like what it recorded in the archives of the Academy at all... I don¡¯t understand."

    "..."

    Coincidentally, Chu Guang also wanted to say that he also did not understand. But just as he was about to say that, the holographic image standing in mid-air spoke.

    "We¡¯vee out of the pods. Everything is normal."

    "It¡¯s the second year of the Wastnd Era, and battalionmander Zhao Weisheng of the 111th Orbital Airborne Division is in charge of reporting to us. As nned, we¡¯ve sessfully regrouped with the army. Although we werete¡­ Fortunately, they did not give up and waited loyally for us here for two years."

    "ording to the n, our next step is to go to the northern Great Rift Valley, where the energy storage of the central region is located. That ce has enough metallic hydrogen for us to rebuild the central region twice. Currently, the Great Rift Valley is controlled by the 111th Orbital Airborne Division.¡±

    "ording to the intelligence provided by Commander Zhao, the post-war reconstructionmittee has already started work, and all we have to do now is to report there, join others, perform our respective duties, and start rebuilding."

    "The only trouble now is that the 4th battalion that is going to escort us unexpectedly took in more than 1,000 residents who failed to take refuge in time, so that our supplies may be running out. In addition, because of the poor road conditions and weather, we can only travel on foot."

    "Not just that, Commander Zhao also wants to take the survivors with him. To be honest, they are a burden and only add variables to the n. I can¡¯t evaluate whether his kindness is correct or not, because if I were to think from his position, I¡¯d probably make the same decision."

    "Anyway, it¡¯s certain that this is how we are going to start. There are tons of things we need to do, and we have no time to waste. What bothers me, however, is that I always feel things will not go very smoothly¡­ Is the war really over? To be honest, I¡¯m at a loss."

    "My esteemed mentor taught me to be prepared for any situation, and things won¡¯t always go as well as we expected."

    The man in the hologram looked at the sky, then looked straight ahead, and forced an optimistic smile on his expressionless face.

    "Hey, listen, you who picked up this video."

    "If you¡¯re living in the prosperous utopia and breathing the fragrance of peace in the air right now, please take this to the museum for me. It¡¯s a precious piece of information. Maybe you will find my name in the museum, and I¡¯m sure the museum will give you a lot of money in return. But if they don¡¯t give it to you, you can also choose to drop the box in front of them, Haha."

    The man smiled heartily, and a trace of loneliness suddenly appeared on his face.

    "But if that¡¯s not the case, and we¡¯re living in a miserable world, then it proves that¡­ We are likely to fail."

    "I¡¯m sorry, both for my mentor, and for those who trusted me, and gave me the opportunity toe to the future, this is the only thing I can do for you."

    "Please take this video and go to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City to find Shelter 117. It should be under the Flower Garden Street subway station. I don¡¯t know the exact location, you may have to look for it."

    "The administrator there is my old acquaintance. I¡¯ve asked him to keep a suitcase that contained some very useful things for me. If we really are living in a huge mess, I probably won¡¯t have a chance to pick it up. You can go there and check it out. After my old friend sees this video, he will definitely give it to you."

    "Remember the password to the case, ¡®x1179¡¯."

    "If you enter it wrong three times in a row, you¡¯ll have nothing."

 Chapter 176.1: Many Thanks For Natureâ€™s Gift

    On the way back, Yin Fang held the holographic video tape tightly in his arms, with a solemn expression, as if he was holding his own child.

    Moreover, his right hand was also stroking it repeatedly, almost making the object lose its luster.

    <em>Geez...</em>

    <em>Fortunately, I remembered the password.</em>

    Chu Guang felt so cringy that he couldn¡¯t help but turn his face away. However, at this moment, Yin Fang suddenly looked at him with bright eyes. "If I bring this thing back, do you think the Academy will let me go? You can have that box, I don¡¯t want anything."

    Chu Guang rolled his eyes at him. "Just because I¡¯m kind to you, you think I¡¯m really a fool?"

    Yin Fang was taken aback for a moment.

    Chu Guang stretched out his hand casually, and took the box from Yin Fang¡¯s arms without much effort.

    "You know what? I¡¯m already very benevolent that I didn¡¯t kill you immediately."Looking at the young man whose face was gradually turning pale, Chu Guang did not continue to frighten him but patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "You know when I just came to this world¡­ <em>Ahem</em>, I mean¡­ Do you know what happened when I just woke up?"

    Yin Fang swallowed, his voice trembling slightly. "What happened..."

    "I encountered a dog with two heads. It was like it came straight out of hell to take me away from this world," Chu Guang said casually, stuffing the holographic video into his pocket, "If I was a little slower, maybe I would¡¯ve been already dead. In fact, Iter found out that if I ran either east or north, I would also be dead. I was able to survive all due to my luck. I cherish my life greatly, so I¡¯ll give you some advice¡­ It is best not to make me think you are a threat."

    To the west was theke, so it was a dead end. Going to the north meant that he would bump into marauders. As for going east, he would most likely end up being cooked by mutant humans. No matter which one was them, it was an ending that was worse than death.

    Even in retrospect, Chu Guang still couldn¡¯t help breaking out in a cold sweat for himself.

    Yin Fang¡¯s mouth was wide open, his expression looked a little nk.

    Chu Guang ignored him, folded his arms and closed his eyes, arranging the information he had obtained from the videotape earlier, and thinking about how to edit itter to update the holographic image on the official website.

    The few yers sitting in the truck looked at each other with confused expressions, feeling like they were watching a foreign movie without subtitles.

    Spring Water Commander beckoned to Battlefield Cheerleader, signaling him toe closer, and said in a low voice. "Do you know when the administrator will give us the reward?" ?

    "I don¡¯t know¡­ Shall we ask him?" Bro Battlefield Cheerleader was also confused.

    Both of them were embarrassed to speak first.

    At this time, Darkest, who had been silent for a while, spoke up. "Dear administrator, is our missionpleted?"

    Seeing the expectant eyes of yers, Chu Guang suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten to give the money.

    With a dignified expression on his face, he nodded calmly and said. "You guys have done a great job."

    After thinking about it, Chu Guang finally chose an appropriate reward to give the yers. He selected a pre-edited mission reward on the VM and clicked send.

    <strong>[Notice: </strong>Triggering a hidden branch plot<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins, 100 contribution points<strong>]</strong>

    As for the nurturing cabins on the truck, sorting them out would be the job of the warehouse manager, and Chu Guang was not responsible for helping them calcte how much the trash they picked up was worth.

    Seeing the prompt pop up on the VM screen, the yers started to be excited.

    Not to mention 10 silver coins, there was also a 100 contribution points reward after the cut scene!

    <em>This is so awesome!</em>

    Seeing them so happy, Chu Guang was also pleased.

    If only everyone in the wastnd were as easy to please as his yers.

    The truck drove straight in the direction of Longevity Town.

    However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunshots in the distance. The bullets whizzed past the truck, and one of them actually hit the front window.

    "Enemy!"

    "It¡¯s marauders!"

    There were a lot of people on the opposite side. There were at least 30 gunshots in that round of salvo, but these people were obviously not trained. With bad equipment and firing at such a distance, they actually didn¡¯t hit anyone.

    The yer driving the truck was very calm. Seeing the bulletsing from the front, he didn¡¯t panic at all.

    While preventing the engine from being damaged, he pulled the handbrake and slowly slid the truck on the snow until it came to a full stop. Then he grabbed the rifle and jumped out of the truck.

    "Those with bolt action rifles stay at the back, and the brothers with the assault rifles follow me! Let¡¯s nk them!¡±

    "<em>Awoo, awoo, awoo!</em>"

    "Here we go!"

    The eyes of the yers on the truck were red with excitement, and they jumped out of the truck, leaving Spring Water Commander behind.

    Although he also wanted to join the fight, sadly, he only had a pistol on him. He wouldn¡¯t be able to hit anyone at such a long distance, and he was afraid of losing his equipment if he was too close. He could only shout loudly. "Don¡¯t worry guys, I¡¯ll guard the truck!"

    After saying that, he symbolically fired a shot in the direction of the enemy. Regardless of whether he hit anyone or not, he was with them in spirit.

    Bullets were whizzing through the air, and Yin Fang, who stood up from the truck covering his head, looked around nervously. "What¡¯s going on?!"

    <em>Is it the people hired by the Academy?!</em>

    "Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s just a small problem." Chu Guang held the hammer in his right hand, but after seeing the situation on the opposite side, he smacked his lips and took out the Gauss Rifle.

    It had a magazine containing the inferior version of the original ammunition, which might be a little bit difficult to prate armor, but it was more than enough to fight soldiers like that

    ...

    Meanwhile, behind the snowdrift 300 meters away in front of the truck, there were about thirty men in dark blue uniforms lying on their stomachs.

    They held uniform iron-barreled rifles in their hands, and at first nce, they were squad leaders of the Army, but they didn¡¯t seem to be leading any soldiers, and they all looked exhausted and malnourished.

    The bald-headed man with tattoos on his face held a loudspeaker made of rolled iron in his hand, and shouted loudly from behind the cover. "The people in the truck! Listen up! You are surrounded by the Army! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise, you will be punished severely by the Army!"

    However, after shouting for a long time, there was still no response. And as if the other side didn¡¯t hear him, the bullets were still whizzing over their heads, or repeatedly hitting the cover before them.

    The man with the mohawk hair looked nervously at the bald-headed leader beside him, and said in a panic, "Boss! These people... They are not easy to deal with!"

    The opponent¡¯s morale didn¡¯t seem to be affected by their attack!

    He even felt that as soon as his leader yelled, the other side counterattacked even more fiercely.

    The bald head pped him on the head and cursed, "Useless coward! What¡¯s there to be scared of!? Including the driver, there are only nine of them. We have thirty-two people with guns here, but you are doubting that we can¡¯t take them out?! Shoot them! Don¡¯t let them run away!"

    After saying that, he added, "By the way, don¡¯t kill them all! We need to keep two hostages, so we can ask the people in their camp for ransom!"

    The bald man was called Tu. He was originally a marauder active in the middle of the River Valley Province. As to why he came to the southernmost part of the River Valley Province, that was a long story.

    The Army fought with the people of the Great Rift Valley in the north for a whole year, and the progress had not been very smooth. A few days ago, it even suffered a major defeat. Many of General as¡¯s men had died. The rest who hadn¡¯t suffered wounds of varying degree and they fled. The entire force was routed like a mountain slide.

    ording to a guy who fled from the north, the remnants of the Army were like locusts; everywhere they went would be a barrennd, and even mutants were scared of them.

    Tu naturally didn¡¯t believe in that kind of nonsense. He just thought that the idiot didn¡¯t want to be eaten by him and made up the lie to fool him.

    <em>Army?</em>

    <em>Oh, isn¡¯t that the force defeated by the Great Rift Valley?</em>

    <em>Even if they came here, they will just end up giving me all their equipment!</em>

    However, what Tu didn¡¯t expect was that on the third day after he bragged about making the skull of the armymander into a chamber pot to his men, the deserters of the army really came to the small town near his camp.

    There weren¡¯t many people who came at first, just nine squad leaders and none of their clone ves. Those people may have been driven crazy by the war or lost their minds due to the amount of losses they suffered. In short, their eyes were bloodshot and they would shoot anyone they saw without a word of warning.

    Having over a hundred brothers under hismand, Tu naturally wouldn¡¯t be afraid of them, so he surrounded the remnant members of the Army, and sure enough, he dealt with the other side in no time.

    However, something that made Tu angry happened. They were fighting against nine people with more than a hundred people, but they ended up losing nine people as well. He was so angry that he killed the only prisoner he caught on the spot,pletely forgetting about the ransom!

    But it was far from over. After two days, another wave of deserters came. This time, there were a few more squad leaders. There were around twelve squad leaders and seventeen or eighteen clone ves. They didn¡¯t kill anyone they saw, like the previous batch of lunatics, but picked a ce where the survivors lived and upied it.

    That was a settlement which regrly paid Tu a protection fee. Seeing that his freeborers were gone, Tu was unable to ept his loss and summoned his men to attack the settlement.

    However, the losses he suffered were even worse. He was stunned by the fact that he lost nearly one-third of his men, and if it weren¡¯t for the fact that his opponents ran out of bullets, he would¡¯ve lost.

    Tu was really frightened because of that and he finally realized the horror of the locust that was the Army. Within a week, nearly forty of his brothers died, and many were wounded.

    Even if they lived by looting, they couldn¡¯t bear such exaggerated losses.

    So when he heard that there were more Army¡¯s desertersing, Tu was so frightened that he didn¡¯t dare to fight again. He simply took his men, packed up his stuff and ran south.

    After going through many bumps along the way, half of the people had been scattered on the road. But they finally found a survivor¡¯s stronghold that seemed to be rich in resources.

    However, the people there didn¡¯t look very easy to mess with. The soldiers standing on the wall all held uniform rifles, and the smoke floating in the camp never stopped. They could only see that there were a hundred people living outside, but they couldn¡¯t tell how many people were inside.

    Tu didn¡¯t act rashly. He didn¡¯t even dare to get too close. He just found a high ce in the north and looked at the survivor stronghold with his binocrs.

    After waiting for two days, when his brothers almost ran out of patience, they finally got an opportunity.

    A truck left the stronghold and headed for the abandoned city to the north. There were not many people on the truck.

    Tu did not hesitate. He immediately seized the opportunity and led people toy an ambush on their way back. He wanted to take them out in one fell swoop.

    However, to Tu¡¯s surprise, things didn¡¯t seem to go as smoothly as he expected. After those people were hit head on, not only did they not panic as expected, but they even nked them.

    The next second, something suddenly exploded beside him, making a "pop" sound, startling Tu, who was about to stick his head out of the cover to open fire.

    "Fuck, what the fuck was that?!" Tu turned his head abruptly. But what he saw next stunned him silly.

    As if being hit by an artillery shell, one of his men¡¯s brain was blown away, leaving only blood gushing out of his neck.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Before he could react, another explosion came from the side.

 Chapter 176.2: Many Thanks For Natureâ€™s Gift

    This time, the man who was hit was even more miserable than the previous one. The man had a big hole in his chest, so did the cover he was hiding behind. He fell to the ground and struggled for a while before stopping movingpletely.

    This time, it wasn¡¯t just Tu who was stunned.

    All his brothers next to him were also stunned, and for a moment, they even forgot to shoot.

    "... What kind of weapon is this?!" "

    "It¡¯s the guy on the truck!"

    "Fuck! Gauss Rifle?! Why would they have a Gauss Rifle!"

    The marauders had heard rumors about Gauss Rifles. Although they didn¡¯t know the principles behind it, they heard that it could prate exoframes with a single shot, which was better than the Army¡¯s anti-material rifle.

    When they heard that they were facing someone with a Gauss Rifle, everyone panicked and did not dare to pop out their heads to fight back. However, the more they acted that way, the more dangerous it became for them.

    The marauder, who had a mohawk, looked at his boss and said terrified, "Boss, let¡¯s withdraw!" As long as they were still alive, they could start their lives over again. But if they continued to fight the group they intercepted, all of them might be buried out in the wilderness. Moreover, there were many strongholds out there on the wastnd. Even if they couldn¡¯t capture their target, they could choose others.

    Tu was still hesitating. His rationality told him that he should withdraw, but he couldn¡¯t bear to let go of the fat sheep that was right in front of him. Even if their opponent had a Gauss Rifle, they were superior in numbers. As long as he split some of his men and went around to them from the side...

    Just when he was thinking about how he could turn the situation around, he heard the sound of gunfireing from another direction. A row of bullets hit them from their backs.

    Unprepared, the marauders in the back screamed in pain after being shot.

    Tu was startled, and looked back quickly, only to see a group of people moving towards them from the direction of Elm District.

    There were a dozen of them!

    "Boss¡­ Their reinforcements are here!"

    "Shut your mouth! Do I need you to remind me?! Damn it!" Tu was both shocked and angry. He quickly divided some of his men to stop the reinforcements from moving towards them.

    He couldn¡¯t figure out how they were able to get reinforcements so quickly. It had only been ten minutes from the sound of the first gunshot.

    Even if they could react quickly, their reaction speed was really ridiculous, right?!

    The situation was reversed in an instant. The two groups of people were slowly closing in from both the east and west, sandwiching them on a slope running from north to south!

    There were people on the west and the east. No matter which side of the slope was used as a cover, they would still be suppressed!

    After a while, more people fell to the ground, and several others were sted to pieces by the Gauss Rifle.

    In just ten minutes, the casualties reached 30%. How would they have the morale to continue fighting?

    Tu could no longer control his subordinates.

    All his men left their fighting positions one after another and fled to the north desperately. However, their physical strength and physical quality were far inferior to yers who had full bellies. §²?

    Especially in the eyes of yers, these fleeing marauders were walking silver coins and contribution points! They could even earn regional prestige!

    As it was a skirmish triggered near Longevity Town, it would not be too much to get one or two hundred regional prestige, right?

    The kind and generous administrator was also on the scene. Even if Light, the developer of the game, was a little stingy, Master Dawn, the AI with Game Master authorities, would definitely not be stingy to them!

    Looking at their fleeing backs, the yers were like hungry wolves whose eyes shone with greed. They hunted down everyone they could.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Don¡¯t run!"

    "Drop your guns, we will spare you!"

    "Hands on your head, and squat down!"

    After ying the game for some time, some old yers also learned a few words that NPCs could understand. After they shouted for some time, there were really a few marauders who dropped the weapons and squatted on the ground with their hands on the back of their heads.

    During the entire encounter, the yers suffered 0 deaths and 3 injuries, all of which were minor injuries. One of the yers was injured because he tripped over a tree root buried in the snow and knocked his nose on the ground when chasing the marauders with too much excitement,

    In reality, it would definitely hurt for a long time, but in the game even if they ignore it, it wouldn¡¯t be a problem.

    As for the marauders¡­ They suffered horrible casualties. 11 of them had died and 26 of them were captured.

    After the reward of 50 silver coins, 50 contribution points, and 100 regional reputation was given to each yer who participated in the battle, Chu Guang then ordered the cheering yers to take the prisoners to the open space in front of the north gate of Longevity Town.

    Walking to the prisoners with two guards, Chu Guang nced at the navy blue coats on them and asked. "You are from the Army? Who is yourmander?"

    Tu, who was badly bruised, trembled and wanted to raise his hand, but before he could speak, one of his men next to him answered tremblingly. "We¡­ We¡¯re not, sir."

    <em>Then they¡¯re just ordinary marauders.</em>

    Chu Guang understood their real identity and continued to look at them and ask, "Where did you get your clothes?"

    Tu, who was squatting on the side, said quickly. "The Army in the north suffered a defeat. I heard that the chief general of the expedition force, General as, was executed by the people of the Great Rift Valley. The deserters of the Army either ran west or south, killing and looting everyone they saw along the way. The guns we had were picked up from the deserting squad leaders."

    The Army¡¯s uniform was very useful, especially in the north, many survivors would run away in fear when they saw the dark blue coat.

    Tu couldn¡¯t help but wonder why those people were not afraid.

    <em>The Army¡¯s force was defeated?</em>

    Chu Guang was slightly surprised.

    Such heavy snow was naturally more unfriendly to the attackers with long supply lines. If he were the general of the expeditionary army, he would definitely considerunching a decisive battle before the situation worsened. If he lost, he would go back to his own base, and if he won, he would live in the enemy¡¯s house for the remainder of the duration.

    The appearance of Vanus further corroborated his spection that these people could no longer fight. But what Chu Guang did not expect was that the expeditionary force had lost so badly that even General as was killed.

    <em>The Army¡¯s rout is in disarray, and even the marauders are forced to move south.</em>

    <em>It seems that this winter won¡¯t be a good winter...</em>

    Seeing Chu Guang pondering, Luca thought he was not sure what to do with those captives, so he stepped forward and suggested in a low voice. "Sir, if you are undecided on what to do, would you like to hear my advice?"

    "Go ahead."

    "We are just in need of manpower to do the work. It would be a pity to kill them directly. It¡¯s better to send them to work as ves. And depending on the situation next spring, we can decide whether to keep them for further use or sell them to the mines in Red River Town."

    <em>This is a good idea.</em>

    Chu Guang nodded.

    <em>There is just one problem.</em>

    "We don¡¯t have enough guards¡­ What if someone runs away?"

    Luca continued, "That¡¯s no problem at all. We can mix the new prisoners and old prisoners together, allocating two people from each side into one cell. If one person goes missing, the other three will be hanged."

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up instantly. "This is a good idea, how did youe up with it?"

    Luca smiled slightly embarrassedly and bowed his head respectfully. "Sir, this practice isn¡¯t very umon¡­ A lot of very survivor strongholds do this¡­"

    <em>Okay¡­?</em>

    <em>It seems that I¡¯m still too kind.</em>

    Chu Guang sighed to himself before looking at the marauders with a dignified expression on his face and said, "I originally wanted to hang you on the gallows, but killing prisoners is not a just move."

    Looking at the trembling prisoners, he continued. "From today, you will serve your sentence as aborer and strive to be someone useful to society, civilization."

    After speaking, Chu Guang looked at Luca, "I¡¯ll leave those people to you."

    Old Luca nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

    ...

    Official website:

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>Information on the Academy has been updated. It¡¯s rted to the Shelter No. 117 and the Great Rift Valley. Alpha 0.9 is in production, so stay tuned for the new gamey!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipe: </strong>Today, the administrator doesn¡¯t know what to eat, so he decided to leave it to you.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Announcement of the stronghold system: </strong>Marauder activities appear in the north of Longevity Town (Prosperity +10)<strong>]</strong>

    Quit Smoking: Wait, why is prosperity increased when there are marauder activities?

    Ample Time: Because those people are too weak. It¡¯s no different than giving us experience points. But I think 10 points increase is too little. It may be because of the impact of marauder¡¯s activities on local security and immigration.

    Night Ten: Thank you universe. ( ?¡ã

    Quit Smoking: I see, as expected of Old Brother Ample Time, I didn¡¯t think of it at all. Devs are awesome!

    Ample Time:...?

    Night Ten: Pfft.

    Construction Boy: Boss Ya, why don¡¯t you sell mushrooms recently!

    Yaya: How can you find mushrooms in such cold weather! It¡¯s out of stock, it¡¯s out of stock until next spring! QAQ

    Makka Pakka: Damn it! I¡¯m so depressed now.

    Quit Bullshit: +1, I¡¯m going to die without Boss Ya¡¯s mushroom soup.

    Yaya: Is it that serious?

    Sisi: Don¡¯t believe it, you will be deceived by those fools!

    Tail: Huh? How does Sisi know that I¡¯m trying to trick the unemployed Boss Ya into dressing up as a maid and serving me drinks while calling me master?

    Sisi:...?

    Teng Teng: ?

    Night Ten: Question time! Is this something you can watch without spending money? ( ?

    Irene: @Mole, you know what we need, brother. (Nosebleed)

    Yaya: You guys are so perverted. ^o ^

    After returning to the shelter, Chu Guang browsed the official website, and especially checked the progress of the raid at the entrance of Shelter 117.

    Escaping Mole was still very strong. He cooperated with Mosquito and developed a set of unique fighting methods, that was, find a new agility type yer to lure monsters to one spot, and kill them all at once

    Monsters in Wastnd Online had no chasing distance limit. For those monsters that did not have a fixed nest, in theory, as long as one was shameless enough, the monsters could chase one to the ends of the earth.

    They had already killed 2 Creepers with this method!

    Escaping Mole thought he had found a bug and didn¡¯t dare to say it too clearly on the forum, but what he didn¡¯t know was that the VM would record theirmunication information and secretly upload it to the cloud.

    Chu Guang could guess what they were doing based on their moving patterns without even needing Little Seven¡¯s help.

    In addition to Escaping Mole, another more active alpha tester on the forum was the lucky Spring Water Commander.

    This guy found 10 nurturing cabins, all in good condition, and got a total of 700 silver coins. After splitting with two mates, everyone got 233.3 silver coins.

    That didn¡¯t even include the ie from the battle and the plot after that.

    In addition, Spring Water Commander also created a separate post to praise Steel Nail 1.0 created by Mosquito and calling it a legendary melee weapon.

    "Brothers, believe me, Mosquito can be reliable once in a while. I swear, I¡¯ve never seen a melee weapon that¡¯s better than this! When I was pinned down by a Creeper and was about to be killed by it, I immediately clenched my fist, and then with a bang, a hole appeared in the Creeper¡¯s head! It was simple and brutal, one hit kills! I would like to call it the strongest weapon in the current version!"

    Night Ten: Tell us, how much did Mosquito pay you to advertise against your conscience. ( ?

    Mosquito: Screw you! What do you mean that I can be reliable once in a while, aren¡¯t my Hellfire and Tempest not reliable? They are incredibly awesome, okay?!

    Garbage: I can testify! Mosquito can be reliable asionally, but it¡¯s a bit dangerous to use the tools designed by him. Last time, I had a st in the trench with his boiler on my back, but I had to wait for 3 days toe back¡­

    Mosquito: Give back my money!

    Garbage: QAQ

    Chu Guang, who was peeping at the screen, couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "These idiots."

    There was a knock on his door the next moment.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t raise his head, and responded casually, "Pleasee in."

    He originally thought it was Xia Yan who hade to harass him again, but it turned out to be Yin Fang.

    As soon as the young man entered the door, he did not speak, and stood with his head lowered for a while before opening his mouth with shame on his face.

    "I..."

    "I have to apologize to you."

 Chapter 177.1: Battle Tactics

    When Yin Fang said that he wanted to apologize, the atmosphere in the office became a little awkward.

    Chu Guang thought about it for a while, but still couldn¡¯t figure out what wrong the guy did for him to apologize.

    After a moment of silence, Chu Guang looked at him and asked, "You forgot the password?"

    "No," as if he didn¡¯t expect Chu Guang to ask this, Yin Fang, who was choked by his words, coughed dryly, "My memory is still quite good."

    "You dismantled Little Seven?"

    "...?"

    <em>It doesn¡¯t seem to be this either.</em>

    Chu Guang sighed, "So why do you want to apologize to me?"

    Yin Fang hesitated for a while and finally said, "It¡¯s about what I said on the way back¡­ The matter of giving Dr. Principle¡¯s relic to the academy. I have to apologize to you, I didn¡¯t think about it thoroughly."<em>Oh, so it¡¯s about that.</em>

    Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief, but was then speechless for a while.

    Yin Fang¡¯s serious expression made him think that something serious had happened, but he didn¡¯t expect it to be such a trivial matter.

    "Oh, that¡­ Don¡¯t worry about it. If you hadn¡¯t mentioned it, I would¡¯ve almost forgotten about it." Chu Guang was not such a petty person, the matter wasn¡¯t serious enough for him to start holding grudges against Yin Fang.

    Seeing that Chu Guang didn¡¯t take it to heart, Yin Fang was relieved, but continued to speak earnestly. "No matter what, I indeed didn¡¯t think it through... I¡¯ve thought about it again. If I handed the relic to the academy, they would definitelye here to track down the whereabouts of the suitcase after watching the full video."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Congrattions, you can finally think like a normal person," Chu Guang continued looking at him, "Also, even if you hand over this videotape to the Academy, they still won¡¯t spare you. At most, you will just give them another reason for killing you."

    Yin Fang was stunned. "Why..."

    "As you said, there is a discrepancy between what you discovered here and what you have learned at the Academy. As one of the three founders, Dr. Principle has never been to River Valley Province, nor has he been to Clearspring City, the southernmost part of River Valley Province. Have you considered the reason why the Academy concealed this information?"

    Yin Fang fell into deep thoughts.

    It could be seen that although the young man was a little naive, he was not that stupid.

    After taking a sip of the warm water, Chu Guang continued, "It is reasonable to specte that there are two scenarios. The first scenario is that Dr. Principle met an ident at the Great Rift Valley or on his way there. However, that is not realistic. You said that Dr. Principle had made an outstanding contribution to the Academy."

    Yin Fang nodded earnestly. "Yes... The head of the three branches is named after him, including our Laser Rifle. Without him, the academy would not have been born."

    Chu Guang continued, "Then there is another possibility. After Dr. Principle established the Academy, he believed that the worst case scenario could happen, so he concealed the existence of the holographic video tape."

    Yin Fang argued, "This doesn¡¯t make sense! If the worse case scenario happened, shouldn¡¯t he guide his sessors to a better future?!"

    Chu Guang sighed, "Maybe he felt he couldn¡¯t count on you."

    Yin Fang was stunned. "... What do you mean?"

    Chu Guang said with a faint smile, "Nothing. You also said it yourself that the academy has two hundred years of history, and a lot of things must have happened during thest two hundred years. Maybe, it is no longer the Academy it used to be." ?

    When Yin Fang heard what he said, he almost instinctively came to a conclusion that what Chu Guang just said was an unfounded conjecture, but he couldn¡¯t think of a way to refute it.

    In fact, the influence of the Academy has indeed diminished too much in these two centuries. From their original state where they spread their influence all over the wastnd to retreating to the depths of the Wandering Swamp¡­ Even hunting down traitors required issuing bounties.

    Looking at Yin Fang who was silent, Chu Guangforted, "Actually you don¡¯t have to feel too upset. Whether it¡¯s out of distrust or just not wanting to give them a reason to mess with us, it¡¯s all the same. We have the hologram now and if you¡¯re confused by Dr. Principle¡¯s decision, shouldn¡¯t we start by finding out what happened 2 centuries ago?¡±

    Yin Fang¡¯s bewildered eyes suddenly showed a hint of enlightenment, as if he had figured out what he should do. "Thank you... I seem to understand a little better now."

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect this guy to be so gullible. He justforted him slightly, but the fellow had such a shocked expression like he just received enlightenment or something.

    Whatever it was, it saved him a lot of trouble.

    "It¡¯s good that you understand. So what are your..."

    "As you said, there must be a reason why Dr. Principle kept the holographic image there and did not let the Academy recover it. Maybe that image was left for us," Yin Fang¡¯s gaze gradually became firm. Looking at Chu Guang, he said seriously, "I have decided, I must find out what happened two hundred years ago!"

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then looked at him and nodded. "This idea is not bad, but... I¡¯m unlikely to let you go, at least not for the foreseeable future."

    Yin Fang shook his head and said, "I won¡¯t go, on the contrary, I will stay. This is not an exchange, but a request, I need your help."

    Chu Guang raised an eyebrow and looked at him in confusion. "... What do you need me to help you with?"

    "I want to form a scientific expedition team!" Yin Fang looked at him firmly and continued, "When I worked for the academy before, I have been engaged in data recovery work on the front line. I am very familiar with the entire workflow of research data recovery, and I can also do data analysis! As long as you are willing to lend me some manpower, I canpletely imitate the model of the academy and rebuild a research data recovery system in your shelter!"

    "I understand what you mean, it¡¯s equivalent to setting up an independent branch of the Academy, right?" Getting up from theputer chair with a look of joy, Chu Guang arrived in front of Yin Fang, patted him on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look. "I¡¯m d you can think this way. Just do it and don¡¯t worry about anything else! When mistakes happen, someone has to correct them. Shelter 404 will be your backer. We have sufficient manpower, and we can go wherever the Academy can¡¯t go. We can do anything they can¡¯t do."

    "I¡¯ll give you a sufficient amount of budget, we¡¯ll start with Clearspring City. We will dig out all the treasures here and then go to the next city. You¡¯ll be the fourth founder of the Academy!"

    Yin Fang was both surprised and moved by Chu Guang¡¯s enthusiasm.

    Although his goal was not to dig for any treasure, but to find the truth, both tasks didn¡¯t seem to be in conflict.

    Looking at Chu Guang gratefully, Yin Fang responded to this trust and support with firm eyes. "Thank you, thank you for your support."

    "You¡¯re wee!" Chu Guang had a big smile on his face.

    Yin Fang would get the truth he wanted. Shelter 404¡¯s scientific research ability would no longer be a big fat 0. yers would also be able to unlock more missions or richer gamey.

    <em>This is a triple win!</em>

    <em>Is there anything more pleasing than this?</em>

    <em>Probably not.</em>

    ¡­

    Clearspring City, the edge of the fifth-ring.

    Near the subway entrance on Flower Garden Street. After two gunshots from the subway entrance broke the silence on the street, a nimble yer ran out of the subway entrance, followed by dozens or even hundreds of Crunchers swarming out.

    They were not fast, and they were not agile, but they were persistent enough to chase the prey all day. Once they formed a big enough swarm, individuals with abnormal speed and physical strength would begin to appear in the group. When that happens, even veterans who have been traveling in the wastnd all year round will find it difficult to deal with.

    However, that was only if they ran into ordinary wanders.

    What they were facing was not a group of poor wastnders, but a group of yers who were organized, fearless, and tireless.

    The agility type yer began to elerate, dashing over the line drawn on the snow, and the yer next to the street lit the fuse immediately.

    Almost as Crunchers rushed out about ten meters from the entrance of the subway station, the powder keg that was clearly ced on the street exploded in an instant.

    <em>Boom!</em>

    Thick smoke engulfed half of the street in an instant, and the mes of the explosion swallowed up the street with shrapnel. Crunchers who were rushing at the very front were turned into pieces that flew all around.

    "Damn you! You almost killed me!" The exhausted newbie red fiercely at Mosquito and cursed.

    In order to attract more monsters, he had been running for a long time in the subway and was almost unable to get back.

    "I was just worried that you would be caught by them," Mosquitoughed, then raised his voice and shouted towards the front, "Brothers, it¡¯s time to finish them off, hurry up!"

    "Die!"

    "Yee-haw!"

    "Fuck them!"

 Chapter 177.2: Battle Tactics

    The yers who had been waiting for a long time all took up their weapons and charged out.

    Some were holding spears, some were holding axes, and some were holding sledgehammers that looked simr to the one Chu Guang had. In short, they charged out with all kinds of cold weapons.

    The stronger Crunchers tended to run faster, and the ones that ran at the front had already been blown to smithereens. The rest were weak minions, and there was no need to waste bullets on them. They could be executed in meleebat.

    Night Ten, who was standing by to watch the battle, couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "I¡¯m afraid that this fight will cost you a lot."

    Mosquito said with a smile. "Actually, it doesn¡¯t cost that much. After all, I made the bomb myself."

    Night Ten didn¡¯t believe his nonsense. He rolled his eyes and said, "What about the gunpowder? And that group of newbies? You have to pay for it, right?"

    Due to the gradual increase in mission rewards, difficulty, and the particrity of the gamey, yers of Wastnd Online have formed a third set of rules for dividing spoils in addition to the original rules of equal division and Guild Loot Distribution System.

    That was the employment system.

    The median hourly earnings for a rookie yer was 1 silver coin and some contribution points. As long as 2 silver coins were paid, one would have a mercenary who was not afraid of death.Those mercenaries didn¡¯t need any guns. Even if they had guns, they wouldn¡¯t be able to afford the ammunition. Besides, when dealing with weak mutants such as Crunchers or Devil Moths, guns were not as useful as crowbars.

    After all, killing a Cruncher would probably cost them 1 silver coin in terms of ammunition. But they could find random sticks or bars all over the wastnd.

    Night Ten estimated that the price they offered to those neers should be around 3 or 4 copper coins per Cruncher killed.

    After all, if it was too low, it might be more cost-effective to cut down trees.

    "You don¡¯t need very good gunpowder to deal with these Crunchers. Ordinary ck powder is enough. As for this group of newbies, uh, this will cost a little bit, but not that much..." Mosquito¡¯s expression was a little awkward, and he quickly changed the topic. " By the way, are you not going to raid your dungeon today?"

    A smug smile appeared on Night Ten¡¯s face when he heard what Mosquito said. "We just cleared the B3 floor, so we decided to rx and split up for a day."

    Old White and Gale went to Elm District to level up with Quit Smoking. He didn¡¯t know where Ample Time went and what he was doing, since perception type yers didn¡¯t know what to do alone, he wandered over to join in the fun.

    "You filthy rich people," Mosquito smacked his mouth and said enviously, "When you cleared thest level, the total ie you would¡¯ve made would probably be tens of thousands of silver coins."

    The Greenhouse Ruins was currently recognized as the most lucrative dungeon. Especially after the textile problem of devil silk was solved, the ie of the first floor was thousands of silver coins at least. Ample Time was really stingy. He stopped disclosing the ie gained from the dungeon after level B2, which was clearly a petty behavior of someone who had a small PP.

    <em>Why keep his gains a secret?</em>

    <em>Can¡¯t he show it to everyone?</em>

    <em>How do we know if there isn¡¯t a shady deal going on if he doesn¡¯t show it? </em>

    "Haha, don¡¯t say that," Night Ten wanted to boast, but then he suddenly remembered that Ample Time and the others had told him to keep his mouth shut in the morning, so he coughed dryly, and changed his words, "Actually, it¡¯s not as exaggerated as you think. If you count the loss of equipment, the consumption of supplies, and the misceneous costs, there isn¡¯t that much left. Moreover, the further down the stupid dungeon is, the harder it is to clear, and the ie has to be divided among four people. So we are actually very poor. s, so poor¡­¡±

    This time it was Mosquito¡¯s turn to roll his eyes. "Can you just be straight with me? How much did you earn?"

    "Really not much."

    "As if!"

    The battle not far away was over.

    After a wave of monsters was cleared, the yers began to clean the battlefield and count their own records.

    Escaping Mole, who fought side by side with the neers, checked the number and distributed the rewards they deserved based on their battle statistics. ?

    The battlefield was very lively. Everyone was chatting andughing. It didn¡¯t look like there was a brutal battle a while ago at all.

    "This mission is too easy, I freaking took out eleven of them just by myself."

    "Damn! Mine was eight, haha! Those whose heads were split by an axe are all mine!"

    "5 silver coins! Woohoo, I can finally watch Xiaoyu count my money!"

    "Mole, remember to call me next time you have such a good job!"

    "Of course, of course! Thank you for your support." Although Mole was smiling on the surface while giving money, his heart was actually bleeding.

    He had counted it earlier. There were 136 Crunchers on the ground. Except for the 20 killed by the powder keg, and 15 killed by him, the newbies took out 101. ording to the price of 5 copper coins each, he had to pay them 50.5 silver coins!

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>This is almost as expensive as an Armor Fist Vazooka!</em>

    Escaping Mole really felt that he and Mosquito were like subcontractors working for the administrator, and it was the type where there was 0 advance payment and he had to finish up all the work before he got paid. If he couldn¡¯t get this mission done within two days, he might go bankrupt.

    "Dear developers, hurry up and release a new version! Please!" Looking at the happy newbies who were getting paid, Escaping Mole revealed a sad look.

    If the new version wouldn¡¯t be released soon, thebor cost would be even more expensive when these little newbies leveled up.

    At this moment, the agility type yer who had previously pulled the monsters finally finished counting the corpses on the ground and ran to the mosquito. "I just lured out 136 Crunchers, you have to pay me 13 silver coins and 6 copper coins."

    Mosquito was as sad as Escaping Mole, but he still managed to force a kind smile from his face. "No problem, but would it be okay to pay you just silver coins ? I just ran out of copper coins."

    "You want to give me 14 silver coins?"

    Night Ten burst outughing. Mosquito¡¯s brows twitched fiercely. He took out a few coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the newbie¡¯s hand.

    That newbie took the coins and counted them with a look of surprise. "Exactly 13 silver coins and 6 copper coins... Huh? Didn¡¯t you run out of copper coins?"

    Mosquito growled, "I suddenly found some."

    "..."

    Night Ten patted the newbie¡¯s shoulders with a smile and said: "Young man, not bad. What¡¯s your ID? Let¡¯s team up next time."

    However, no one didn¡¯t expect that the newbie didn¡¯t appreciate Night Ten¡¯spliment. He nced at Night Ten and said, "Who are you calling a young man? I¡¯m already thirty, how old are you?!"

    Night Ten looked embarrassed and slowly took his hand back.

    "<em>Pfft</em>, hahaha!" Seeing his embarrassed look, Mosquitoughed out loud. He patted Night Ten¡¯s shoulder, and said to the newbie. "He is just a little brother we have on the server. I remember others told me he just got into college."

    Night Ten blushed and argued, "Get lost! I¡¯m already in my second year!"

    The newbie clicked his tongue. "That¡¯s still a little brother."

    Mosquito smiled and said, "Haha, anyway, what¡¯s your ID?"

    "Zhang Hai."

    "Uh, I¡¯m not asking your name. What¡¯s your in-game ID?"

    "Zhang Hai. I use this name for all the games I y." Zhang Hai looked at him and said seriously.

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but ask, "What if it¡¯s taken by someone else?"

    Zhang Hai snorted and said, "Not a problem at all, I still have Zhang Hai 001, Zhang Hai 111, and Zhang Hai 000."

    Night Ten burst outughing, "<em>Pfft</em>."

    Mosquito, who was easily amused, wasughing so much that his stomach hurt fromughing. He coughed and said, "Dude, your style is really something else¡­ Why don¡¯t you y with a strength type or a constitution type, why choose the agility type?"

    Zhang Hai immediately exined with excitement, "You don¡¯t understand. In the world of martial arts, speed is key. Whoever is the fastest is the strongest, so I want to be the fastest!"

    Mosquito continuedughing, "Hahahaha, damn it."

    "Wait," Night Ten suddenly frowned and looked around, "I feel like something is watching us."

    "It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay, no shame," Mosquito smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It¡¯s almost over. Do you want to eat something after this?"

    Zhang Hai¡¯s eyes lit up and said, "Go to my stall to eat, I¡¯ll make you authentic hand pulled noodles."

    "..."

    <em>Is it an illusion?</em>

    The feeling of being stared at gradually faded, and Night Ten looked away suspiciously from the street in the distance.

    At the same time, on a high-rise building hundreds of meters away.

    A mercenary holding a sniper rifle had an expression of shock on his face, his back was firmly against the wall.

    Earlier, he just wanted to use the scope to observe what was going on on that street, but before he could see how many people there were on the opposite side, one of them suddenly looked around alertly, and then turned to look in his direction.

    <em>Is it a coincidence?</em>

    <em>But this is a little too much!</em>

    At this time, the captain¡¯s voice came from themunication channel.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Carl, what did you see?"

    "A lot of people."

    "How many?"

    "I didn¡¯t see it clearly¡­ Give me more time."

    Swallowing, the mercenary named Carl continued nervously, "Those people¡­ There might be ability users among them."

 Chapter 178.1: Thatâ€™s a Good Idea. Ima Use It In the Next Update

    On the official website.

    <strong>[Update Alpha 0.81:</strong> Added "Scientific Expedition Team Mission"<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Scientific Expedition Team Mission: </strong>Shelter 404¡¯s scientific expedition team is finally established. Its goal is the relics of the pre-war civilization! As the head of the scientific expedition, Yin Fang will release missions from time to time to ask yers to ce exploration beacons on the map, and give rewards or hidden missions based on the clues rted to scientific expedition ruins provided by yers.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Yin Fang: </strong>I didn¡¯t betray the Academy, but the Academy betrayed me. Errors will eventually be corrected, I will find out what happened two hundred years ago, and find the Shelter 0, thest hope of human civilization!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Tips from Light: </strong>When NPCs have any needs, a yellow question mark will appear on his icon on the map. Repeated attempts to use meaningless dialogue will not trigger the hidden mission, but will only reduce the NPC¡¯s favorability. In addition, the triggering of the mission does not necessarily have to be through dialogue, it is also possible to ess the mission through the VM.<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: The Throne! (£à?¡ä)¦·

    Quit Smoking: Shocked! Alpha 0.81 is out! The devs are awesome!

    Night Ten: Quit Smoking, that¡¯s enough. Light only needs one bootlicker and that¡¯s Ample Time, you don¡¯t need to join him. Your behavior makes me very sad. ( ?

    Ample Time: Fuck off, when did I lick Light¡¯s boots? (Angry)Teng Teng: ?(????¦Ø????)?

    Ample Time: ?!

    Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, finally couldn¡¯t helpughing.

    He could testify that Ample Time had indeed never licked his boots before. At most, he just understood his position better. After all, there were a lot of great ideas in his new folder that came from him.

    After peeking at the screen for a while, Chu Guang felt like he was struggling to keep his eyelids open. He nced at the clock, noticing that it was already veryte. So he yawned, got up, and went to sleep.

    That night.

    He had a long, long dream, dreaming that he was walking by theke, followed by the guy named Dr. Principle and another person.

    Although he couldn¡¯t see another person¡¯s face clearly, Chu Guang felt that it was most likely Yin Fang.

    After realizing what was going on, Chu Guang was very speechless. Why didn¡¯t he dream of any woman?!

    This dream was also very strange.

    Theke was covered by fog, and the path they walked on seemed to be very long. The same as the endless path, theke was as vast as the sea, with no end of the sparkling water surface in sight.

    The moon was bright and the air was quiet and serene.

    After walking for a long time, a voice suddenly came from the side.

    "Which year is it now?"

    Chu Guang was about to answer, but Dr. Principle¡¯s number one simp, Yin Fang, spoke first. "It¡¯s the year 2340!"

    Dr. Principle beside him nodded and suddenly said with emotion. "2340¡­ It¡¯s been too long."

    The next second, Chu Guang was startled awake.

    After waking up, Chu Guang opened his eyes calmly and blinked at the ceiling.

    With sweat all over his back, as if he had been fished out of water, Chu Guang even suspected that someone had thrown him into theke to take a bath while he was asleep. ?

    His sheets and clothes were soaked.

    No doubt, every time it happened meant that he leveled up.

    "Damn it... Next time I¡¯ll sleep in the nurturing cabin as well."

    Chu Guang seriously doubted that the yers were also sweating when leveling up, but they were lying in the nurturing cabin and all the metabolites were drained out.

    Anyway, it seemed that the recent exercise had paid off.

    Chu Guang rolled over and got up. His bones were crackling as he moved, and his eyesight was clearer than ever before. It felt like he had just drunk a bottle of taurine.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    After moving his limbs, Chu Guang quickly adapted to the new body, then walked to the residents¡¯ lobby and used the medical equipment to check himself.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV11¡úLV12<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong>16¡ú17<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong>12¡ú13<strong>]</strong>

    ¡°I gained two attribute points this time?" Chu Guang took a look again in surprise. He only increased one level, but his strength and intelligence both increased by 1 attribute point at the same time.

    "It seems that the growth of body function with the progress of gic sequence development is notpletely linear."

    "Unfortunately, the rule is still a mystery."

    Just as Chu Guang was staring at the medical examination report thoughtfully, there were light footsteps appearing not far away from him. Xia Yan, who had just woken up, yawned and walked in from the corridor at the side.

    Noticing the sheet Chu Guang was carrying on his shoulders, she froze for a moment with a strange expression. "Why do you change the sheets every day?"

    Chu Guang replied casually. "I don¡¯t do it every day."

    Xia Yan¡¯s gaze moved down unconsciously, just in time to see the sweaty clothes and swollen muscles. Honestly, on the surface, Chu Guang¡¯s physique was not umon in the wastnd. However, with his handsome face, his charm was deadly to Xia Yan.

    "You... Can you¡­ Can you put some clothes on?!" Xia Yan¡¯s face suddenly turned red, as she looked away to walk away hurriedly.

    Chu Guang ignored her and hummed a little tune before the peak time of yers going online. He went to level B2 to take a shower, and after changing into clean clothes, he threw the sheets into the washing machine.

    There was a public washing machine in the shower area, which was scientifically sterilized and automatically dried. It was very convenient and it only took 1 silver coin to use it once. However, if yers didn¡¯t want to pay, they could also go to theke, where it was free, but there was a risk of being killed by the mutants in theke.

    After finishing washing, Chu Guang returned to the administrator¡¯s office and sat down, ready to rest for a while before going up. But as soon as he sat down, he saw Yin Fang push the door and walk in.

    "Are your residents crazy?! They are at my door early in the morning and follow me wherever I go. It¡¯s even more exaggerated than yesterday!" Yin Fang nced nervously behind him while saying that. But he found that the shelter residents didn¡¯t follow him into the administrator¡¯s office.

    Seeing his nervous appearance, Chu Guang smiled and poured him a cup of hot water. "Rx, they were all excited when they heard that you were nning to set up a scientific expedition team. Isn¡¯t that a good thing? Trust me, as long as you find something for them to do, they will naturally leave you alone... Come on, Drink some hot water."

    Yin Fang, who took the cup, shook his head. "But I don¡¯t need that many people! I only need four, at most eight!"

    He only had limited clues at the moment. He might need more people in the future, but he didn¡¯t need that many for the time being.

    "I know, you don¡¯t need to hire all of them. You just need to pick a few that look reliable. I have already given you a ranking list. Basically, the higher the rank, the more reliable the yer." Chu Guang shared a little life experience with him.

    That was what he came up with from all his experience.

    Yin Fang sighed and said, "I don¡¯t even know how your rank list is formted, let alone how reliable it is. With all due respect, you should have a career assessment system, otherwise how would I know they are better at chopping down trees or better at picking up litter?"

    Chu Guang said with his eyes lit up. "Good idea, that can be integrated into the next update."

    "...?"

    <em>Update?</em>

    Yin Fang was confused, but didn¡¯t take it too seriously.

    After all, that wasn¡¯t the first time he didn¡¯t understand the self-made phrases that asionally popped out of the administrator¡¯s mouth.

    "Anyway, ask your residents to stop following me, I¡¯m really worried that there¡¯s something wrong with their heads. Also, in order to start work as soon as possible, I need some materials."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "No problem, what materials do you need? Tell us where we can find it, and then we will help you get it."

    Yin Fang frowned and mumbled, "Dr. Principle¡¯s video rted to three locations, the Great Rift Valley, Shelter 117, and Xinwu Community College."

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but ask, "We are already clearing the entrance to Shelter 117, but where is Xinwu Community College?"

    "It¡¯s where we found the video, and it¡¯s also where Dr. Principle woke up!"

    "Is there anything worth investigating there?" In Chu Guang¡¯s impression, that ce seemed pretty empty.

    After all, ording to the narration in the video, there used to be more than a thousand survivors living in thatmunity college.

    Like tables, chairs, wooden benches, and even the books in the library, they were used as fuel and burned two hundred years ago, leaving nothing behind.

    Yin Fang shook his head and said, "It¡¯s a pity that the ce is too damaged and it¡¯s hard to find any valuable clues. But even so, the location itself is a very important clue."

    Chu Guang raised an eyebrow curiously, "What makes you say that?"

    "This is rted to the workflow of prospectors." Yin Fang continued with a confident smile on his face. "And alsomon sense in the pre-war era. No scientific institution could exist independently of society¡¯s support. An institute may manage hundreds of subjects, which may be supported by thousands of funding sources, and participated by tens of thousands of researchers. The research results would not be stored in only one ce. As long as we find one of the clues, it is possible to find the rest.¡±

    ¡°Some electronic files may be damaged due to an EMP orck of maintenance, but many important records were kept in paper archives. The papers and anti-oxidation ink made of high polymer materials could survive even two thousand years, let alone two hundred years!"

    <em>As expected of an expert.</em>

    After listening to Yin Fang¡¯s statement, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

 Chapter 178.2: Thatâ€™s a Good Idea. Ima Use It In the Next Update

    Sure enough, in this aspect of archaeology, the people from the academy were much more professional. Others would only pick up those paper garbages and pretend to look through documents that they didn¡¯t understand at all. Only they knew how to really make use of those documents.

    Many people felt that archaeology research was as easy as copying a ssmate¡¯s ss notes. However, the reality was that the notes researchers needed to copy from may not just be a piece of paper, it may be a lot of fragments. Moreover, many things that were exactly the same on the macro level could be very different from the micro level.

    Unless there was a systematic understanding of these works, archaeology was not an easy subject.

    <em>If only I could figure out a way to get more people from the Academy to work here.</em>

    <em>Wouldn¡¯t my shelter¡¯s scientific research points be rising steadily?</em>

    Chu Guang believed that his requirements were not high. All he wanted was to be able to have a series of technologies rted to the storing of metallic hydrogen.

    After all, that thing could be used as a bomb as well as a battery, which had a lot of benefits.

    ording to Yin Fang, he intended to start the investigation from four aspects. The profiles of researchers at Xinwu Community College, rted research projects, partner institutions, and funding sources.

    That might take a while, but it should pay off eventually.N?v(el)B\\jnnAfter staying in the administrator¡¯s office for a while, Yin Fang hurriedly left when he saw that the surrounding yers had dispersed.

    Before going to the surface, Chu Guang nced at the Administrator Menu, and unexpectedly found that he could draw the lottery again.

    A total of 111 bonus points, which was a very auspicious number.

    Chu Guang thought for a while and clicked on the advanced, intermediate, and basic loot boxes.

    Maybe it was because he had been very unlucky before, but his prizes this time was unexpectedly good.

    The basic loot box gave him a packet of salt-baked fish, which was a snack that had never been seen before. The intermediate loot box had an epinephrine syringe, and it was the kind with painless injection. One injection would activate the Frenzy mode.

    The advanced loot box was even more incredible, giving him a Hummingbird Drone!

    Now Chu Guang had two cameras he could use!

    "Master." Moving closer to Chu Guang¡¯s calf, Little Seven raised the camera and looked at him eagerly.

    Chu Guang originally wanted to say that he wanted to keep the drone for himself, but Little Seven sounded too pitiful.

    He didn¡¯t know where the robot downloaded a set of voice packs, but it was really effective.

    "Fine, you can have it." Patting the robot¡¯s round metal head, Chu Guang picked it up from the ground and said with a smile.

    "Let¡¯s go."

    "It¡¯s almost dawn, let¡¯s go outside for a walk."

    ...

    In fact, it was already dawn a while ago, but for Chu Guang who had been out a littlete recently, it was still too early for him to go out before 8:00 in the morning. ??

    However, that was not because Chu Guang was not diligent, but mainly because his yers were too hard working. They would clock in on time every day, looking more eager to join thebor force than to go to work in real life.

    Chu Guang hasn¡¯t even figured out a name for the heavy industrial base sandwiched between the outpost and Longevity Town, but his hardworking yers had already recaptured the abandoned tire factory from the mutants.

    The corpses of mutated mice and cockroaches had piled up into hills at the entrance to the abandoned tire factory, and those newbies who were wielding cold weapons had gone crazy.

    Raiders at Shelter 117 and the Greenhouse Ruins were also progressing steadily.

    Especially the former, the yers even invented a new set of team rules, even Chu Guang was shocked when he saw it.

    As soon as Chu Guang reached the surface, the new warehouse manager who was trained for him by Luca greeted him and said respectfully. "Sir, Brown Farm has sent an envoy."

    Chu Guang remembered that the middle-aged man in front of him was called Guo Ba. He used to be a ve of Brown Farm but waster sent into Bloodhand n¡¯s dungeon. Since his name sounded like food[1], Chu Guang decided to change his name to follow the local custom and called him Guo Bull.

    As for the other warehouse manager, he was called Guo Horse.

    "The envoy of Brown Farm? What do they want?"

    Guo Bull said respectfully, "The envoy brought 5,000 kilograms of shofar potatoes and 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, saying that it was Mr Brown¡¯s tribute to you. The envoy also said that they really had nothing left."

    <em>Really had nothing left.</em>

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment,pletely bewildered by what was going on and didn¡¯t understand what was said.

    He didn¡¯t remember asking him for it.

    But then again, this Mr Brown, who he had never met before, was really kind. It was a full ten tons of grains. He could actually contribute that much and it was pretty evident Mr Brown was pretty rich.

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help thinking to himself.

    <em>Maybe I can borrow some more.</em>

    "Did the envoy say anything else?"

    Guo Bull nodded and continued, "The envoy also said that he would like your residents to exercise some restraint¡­ They have been hearing gunfire and explosions in the direction of the Flower Garden Street subway station for several days. That ce is less than a kilometer from Brown Farm. His original words are¡­ <em>¡®If this is a joke, then this joke is not funny at all¡¯</em>."

    Hearing what was said, Chu Guang¡¯s expression was a little awkward.

    As soon as he heard about the explosion, he immediately guessed that it was probably Escaping Mole and Mosquito. They probably made too much noise at the entrance of Shelter 117, scaring the people at Brown Farm.

    But after thinking about it, Mr Brown¡¯s concern was also very reasonable. Chu Guang¡¯s men were indeed very capable of fighting, and they seemed to have many guns and endless bullets. In just one month, except for theke in the west, their range of activities had been expanded to all the other three directions.

    Now Chu Guang¡¯s men even became active on their doorsteps, shooting guns and firing cannons every day. Obviously, they were not celebrating the New Year in advance.

    It was reasonable for him to panic.

    It was just that Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect Mr Brown to be so cowardly. He actually transported the grain to his doorstep and begged for mercy.

    Seeing that the administrator did not speak, Guo Bull asked cautiously. "Sir, the envoy of the Brown¡¯s Farm is still in the reception room, do you need me to take you to see him?"

    After returning to his senses, Chu Guang looked at Guo Bull. "No need, get him to pass a message to Mr Brown for me, tell him that I thank him for his generous donation. Also, our residents didn¡¯t mean to disturb him, they were just there for¡­ Hmm¡­ Combat exercises against mutants."

    After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "The exercise will end within a week, so ask them not to worry too much about it. Shelter 404 is the maintainer of the regional order, and we look forward to conducting friendly and equal trade with them."

    "Also, treat the envoy and the people with him to a nice lunch. Since they have generously donated so much food to us, we should give them a warm wee."

    Guo Bull nodded respectfully. "As you wish, sir."

    ...

    In the reception room.

    Liu Jiuyue paced back and forth in the room with a worried face.

    Mr Brown had been in a terrible mood and hadn¡¯t been able to sleep all nightst night, which made his servants uneasy.

    Early in the morning, Liu Zhengyue, his boss, called him out and asked him to take the packed caravan to Linghu Wend Park, four kilometers away, to dedicate the supplies in the caravan to the ruler there.

    Liu Jiuyue had counted the supplies on the caravan, and was shocked by the amount he needed to transport.

    After all, the cold winter that came early had caused the farm to produce a full season of grain less. Not only had the ves¡¯ meals been cut down to one meal a day, but even the meals of servants had been reduced again and again.

    <em>Allocating so much supplies to the neighbor, is the master not worried about running out of food in winter?</em>

    However, that was not something he should worry about.

    At this time, the door opened. Guo Bull, who received him, walked in from outside.

    Liu Jiuyue recognized this person and remembered that he used to be a ve who cut wheat on the farm, but now he could only pretend not to know him.

    With a smile on his face, he greeted him and said. "Sir, have you met the administrator?"

    Guo Bull said in a business-like manner without giving Jiuyue any preferential treatment because he was an old acquaintance.

    "The administrator understood your request and would like to thank Mr Brown for his generous donation. The exercise at the Flower Garden Street subway station will be over in a week, and he said it is not aimed at you, so don¡¯t worry too much. Also, in order to avoid idental injury, he hopes that your people can stay away during the exercise. This is for your own good."

    Liu Jiuyue looked confused. "Exercise?"

    "Yes, the administrator said that they¡¯re holding abat exercise against mutants." Guo Bull didn¡¯t know how to exin the idea clearly, so he could only repeat the original words Chu Guang said.

    Liu Jiuyue nodded nkly.

    <em>Does he mean that the battle at the Flower Garden Street subway station willst for another week?</em>

    <em>But what happened there is not directed at us, so we should not worry.</em>

    In any case, he had already received a reply, and this mission waspleted, so he could go back to hand over the task. He only hoped that the reply would satisfy Mr Brown, after all, his wrath was really scary.

    "Thank you for hearing our appeal. I will convey it to Mr Brown." Liu Jiuyue said respectfully.

    Guo Bull nodded and looked at him and continued. "In addition, the administrator told me that if you are not in a hurry to set off, we need to treat you to lunch before you go on the road. Besides, road conditions at noon will also be safer for travel."

    Liu Jiuyue did not refuse.

    As the person in charge of receiving him said, the road conditions at noon would be safer for travel than in the morning. Moreover, it was morefortable to walk after a meal than to travel with an empty stomach.

    Before he set off this morning, he had not eaten anything. There was a piece of green wheat cake in his pocket, but it was cold and hard, like a rock. The sk of water hanging on his waist was already cold, and it was already fortunate enough that it didn¡¯t freeze.

    "Thank you!"

    Looking at the submissive man in front of him, Guo Bull suddenly felt that the man was a little pitiful.

    When he was in the farm before, what these ves envied most were the servants who could serve the master¡¯s family, because only those servants could be regarded as humans, and these ves could only be counted as livestock.

    Even theundrydy, the shoe shiner who shone the master¡¯s shoes, was far more noble than he was. Not only could they live in a house built of wood or brick, but they could also eat two hot meals a day. asionally, they would be reprimanded for making mistakes, but they would not be dragged out and disposed of just because they were old and disabled.

    But now, he felt that the man who used to be high beyond reach in front of him was like a pitiful creature.

    Perhaps in this world, only the administrator could liberate them.

    "You¡¯re wee." Guo Bull paused and repeated the words of the administrator. "The administrator said that this ismon courtesy."

    1. Guo Ba = Crunchy rice in mandarin ?

 Chapter 179: Sneaky Motherf...

    The staple food served for lunch was palm-sized white bread, crispy corn kernels, and wolf meat cooked with soybeans.

    Not only Liu Jiuyue, who was the envoy, was entertained, but also the eight ves and two guards who were pulling the carriage were also given food.

    Leaving aside the guards that were servants with the same status as him, Liu Jiuyue did not expect that even ves were also served with food.

    But after all, they didn¡¯t dine in the same ce, so Liu Jiuyue didn¡¯t say much.

    Putting his hands together, he thanked the host who gave them the food, and then he couldn¡¯t wait to reach out and grab the white bread on the te.

    Different from the cold and hard green wheat bread, this bread was very soft. Liu Jiuyue didn¡¯t know what raw materials it was made from, but just holding it in his hand made him unable to hold back the urge to send the food quickly into his mouth.

    <em>So fragrant!</em>

    His eyes almost bulged out, and before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he quickly picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of bean stew and stuffed it into his mouth.

    <em>Soft and delicious, and it melts in the mouth immediately.</em>It was an extremely high evaluation of the food he was given.

    Before he could savor it, he gulped it down as fast as he could, as if suffering from starvation for a long time,pletely forgetting what the boss had told him before he left.

    Wolf meat was usually sour, but after it was stewed with soybeans, it actually tasted quite good. As for the corn, it was even better.

    <em>Did they fry it with oil?</em>

    <em>This is too extravagant!</em>

    There was as much white bread as they could eat, and when Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth one, he felt like he couldn¡¯t eat anymore.

    After taking a sip of hot water, he tried to swallow the food stuffed into his throat. Then he looked at Guo Bull, who was sitting across the table, with a surprised expression. "What¡¯s this?"

    Guo Bull was an honest person and he answered truthfully. "It¡¯s steamed bun, salt and pepper corn, stewed soybeans with braised pork."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Liu Jiuyue looked nk. He had never heard of those dishes before. Unable to hide that envious look any longer, he couldn¡¯t help asking. "You guys eat this every day?"

    Guo Bull shook his head and said. "It depends on what¡¯s avable in the market."

    The outpost had no cafeteria, and all the meals were prepared by the shelter residents.

    Although the market at noon was not as lively at night, there were still many people setting up cauldrons and cooking some strange food.

    The administrator had set the standard for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person. So Guo Bull took the money and went to the market to purchase lunch for everyone. ?

    The shelter residents at the north gate were very kind. They rushed to drag him to their booth, and even said thatrge-scale purchases could be discounted.

    Although Guo Bull didn¡¯t understand why bulk purchases could be discounted, it was always a good thing to save money for the administrator. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which could be said to be very economical.

    "Market?"

    However, after listening to Guo Bull¡¯s exnation, Liu Jiuyue¡¯s expression became even more dazed.

    It sounded very weird indeed.

    There shouldn¡¯t be such a thing as a market in a normal small survivor stronghold.

    After all, trade was the product of prosperity. If more than half of the people in a ce were ves without private property, who were they going to sell things to on the market? They may not even own the flesh on their body, let alone anything worth exploiting.

    Liu Jiuyue had heard that there was a grocery store in Baker Street before, which was run by the old town mayor, allowing the scavengers there to exchange some daily necessities. This could be considered a great act of kindness in the surrounding area, but that family had been driven away by these savages with guns, and now he didn¡¯t know if that store was still there.

    Liu Jiuyue had never been to that ce. He had only heard from people that a group of scavengers were living there. They also asionally scavenged near the farm, but they would usually be driven away, unless they had chips on them. Sometimes, the farm owner didn¡¯t want to get into trouble with the neighbors, and would allow them to exchange some green wheat.

    "Thank you for your hospitality." Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Liu Jiuyue took a moment to hold back his hups, got up, and said respectfully.

    Guo Bull shook his head and corrected in a serious tone, "All this is the generosity of the administrator, you should thank him, not me."

    Liu Jiuyue gave him an envious look.

    <em>This is strange.</em>

    He actually saw loyalty on the face of a ve!

    However, what was even more strange was that he even wanted to curry favor with him...

    Aftering out of the dining room, Liu Jiuyue beckoned to the ves he brought, and led the two-headed bull tied to the entrance.

    He cracked the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people. "Hurry up,zy dogs, it¡¯s time for us to hit the road."

    The ves didn¡¯t dare to disobey him, nor did they dare to disobey the iron-barreled rifles on the backs of him and the guards. They untied the ropes on the two-headed bull quickly, and set out on the road at the urging of Liu Jiuyue.

    However, people¡¯s simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip alone. Several ves whispered to each other while Liu Jiuyue and the two guards didn¡¯t notice it.

    "The food just now was too delicious."

    "Yeah, even when we had a bumper harvest, we didn¡¯t eat this well..."

    "It¡¯s almost like heaven here!"

    "Speaking of which, that person earlier was... Guo Ba?"

    "It seems so."

    "Unbelievable, it was really him! I almost didn¡¯t recognize him!"

    "Say, if we defected... "

    "Shh! Don¡¯t let the guy with the gun hear this. I have to warn you. Last time, the brat who boasted about going on a trip with the caravan was hanged at the entrance for three days and three nights. When I put him down, half of his body was already eaten by mutants!"

    The ves became silent and dared not speak any more.

    Watching the caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the nursing home, suddenly said with admiration. "It would be nice if he gave me a few more bulls."

    Xia Yan, who came by to sponge a meal off Chu Guang, joked. "Does this count as eating the food in the bowl while thinking about the food in the pot?"

    She learned the phrase from Chu Guang. It was said that this sentence was used to describe a person who was insatiable. Although she didn¡¯t think it was urate to use this sentence to describe Chu Guang, it was unexpectedly appropriate at this time.

    "Of course not," Chu Guang nced back at her and said with dissatisfaction, "I taught you this sentence, not for you to use it on me."

    Xia Yan rolled her eyes, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the popcorn in her hand.

    Although Chu Guang always said that this was junk food, she didn¡¯t feel that way at all. After sprinkling a little sugar on top, its taste was simply unparalleled in the world!

    <em>Having silver coins is really great!</em>

    She has already started to calcte how to spend tomorrow¡¯s sry.

    ...

    Noon.

    At the entrance of Flower Garden Street subway station, which was about 4 kilometers away from Linghu Wend Park, the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the street, and even the whistling north wind couldn¡¯t blow it away.

    A group of happy yers skillfully repeated yesterday¡¯s work, baiting the monsters, killing them together, and then counting the results.

    Well, everyone looked happy, with the exception of 2 people.

    One was Escaping Mole and the other was Mosquito.

    In order to clear the passage from the entrance of the subway station to the gate of Shelter 117, these two contractors had already put in more than 400 silver coins, which was enough to buy two LD-47 rifles!

    If their mission couldn¡¯t be cleared on that day, it was difficult to say whether the reward of 1200 silver coins was worth it in terms of time and cost.

    "Maybe we should learn from Ample Time," Mosquito said with a frown, looking at Escaping Mole standing beside him, "I¡¯ve chatted with Old White yesterday. They didn¡¯t hire so many people when they were clearing the Greenhouse Ruins. Although they did spend some money on the ammunition, their cost was not much higher than ours."

    Escaping Mole shook his head and said, "Mosquito, you are wrong. You think they¡¯re sharing their game experience with you, but you don¡¯t know that they are simply showing off. Elite tactics? Don¡¯t you know what kind of gear they have? The strongest mechanicalpound bow in the entire server, a set of exoskeleton in the same style as the administrator¡¯s, a mechanical hand that can max out the intelligence type¡¯s damage output, and... They also have the yer with the highest perception in the entire server."

    "What is the point of discussing tactics with this kind of overpowered team? The output of any one of them is equivalent to three people. As long as they don¡¯t die, they will definitely make a fortune. If we copy their style of y, we will not be able toplete this mission until next month. Just listen to me, if we don¡¯t have good equipment, we have to use numbers to make up, there is no other way about it!¡±

    <em>I get what you are saying.</em>

    <em>But I¡¯m so damn envious of them!</em>

    With a look of envy on his face, Mosquito couldn¡¯t help but yell, "Those damn lucky bastards!"

    Escaping Mole nodded, agreeing. "See? Do you understand the importance of bnce now?"

    <em>The output of that mechanical arm is simply unreasonable. Any projectile can almost be turned into cannonballs by it. Have the devs considered the feelings of strength type yers? And that mechanicalpound bow. It is even more powerful than a gun. Not only can it pierce armor, but it can also project explosives. In addition, its ammunition is also very cheap. So is it reasonable not to nerf it?</em>

    Although Escaping Moleined in his heart, if he could be rewarded with a set of equipment of the same level or even better one after he finished clearing the mission of Shelter 117, he would not say a single word.

    <em>I don¡¯t care. If they don¡¯t give me anything good, I will definitely protest on the forum!</em>

    Zhang Hai, who was in charge of baiting monsters, finally finished checking his results. He just happened to hear the conversation between the two when he came over.

    Although he didn¡¯t understand what they were saying, he still excitedly butted in. "Running them down with our numbers advantage is awesome!"

    "Get lost, you are just a newbie. Do you even understand how to y your own sequence?" Mosquito, who was still envious of other people¡¯s weapons, was not in the mood to educate this newbie. He simply put a handful of coins in his hand and said, "Take it, and keep the change!"

    Zhang Hai said with a foolish smile after counting the money. "Thank you boss! I wish you good fortune!"

    Mosquito¡¯s eyelids twitched violently when he heard the word fortune.

    <em>Good fortune?</em>

    If he continued to pay them that way, let alone making a fortune, he was about to go bankrupt!

    Feeling Mosquito¡¯s pain, Escaping Mole sighed and patted his shoulder lightly. "We can do it! Our victory is just around the corner. I have a hunch that the reward for this mission may not be less than that of the Greenhouse Ruins. We will definitely be able to make our money back!"

    Mosquito looked at the sky and sighed. "Hopefully."

    In fact, Escaping Mole wasn¡¯t just to console him, victory was indeed at hand.

    There were 67 Crunchers that were killed in this round, which was a lot less than the day before, and the agility type newbie named Zhang Hai spent more than twice as long as yesterday to lure monsters out. Obviously, the density of mutants was not as high as it was a few days ago.

    Escaping Mole guessed in his heart that if everything went well, they would be able to finish the mission in 2 more rounds.

    It happened to be lunch time after they cleared the monsters. The yers who participated in the mission took a break, walked into the abandoned store on the side of the road, and burned a pot of boiling water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up along the way.

    Newbies needed to save money to buy equipment. Most of them were reluctant to buy expensive supplies, and the dry food they brought was mainly green wheat cakes, or pancakes made of shofar potatoes.

    Although dry rations like that had no nutrition and tasted very ordinary, it was very convenient. Whether it was thrown into the pot to be boiled into a paste, or directly eaten, they could fill their stomachs.

    There would be a debuff of low blood sugar on an empty stomach, which would affect the damage output, so yers wanted to fill their stomach before starting the next wave of offensive.

    However, at this moment, neither Escaping Mole nor Mosquito noticed that on the road just one block away from the Flower Garden Street subway station, a group of fully armed mercenaries was quietly entering the area.

    There were not many of them, only eight people. Although their equipment was not of the most elite, it was more than a little bit stronger than the stragglers wandering in the wastnd. Not only were they equipped with automatic weapons, but two of them had thigh-thick rocketunchers on their backs. Clearly, they didn¡¯tck firepower.

    It could be seen that their boss had put in a lot of money this time and learned the lessons of thest failure. He not only hired a stronger mercenary group, but also bought a round-trip ticket to the northern suburbs for this group of people.

    Their mission was simple. It was to arrive at the Flower Garden Street subway station, clear the mutants below the subway station, then enter the Shelter 117, and return to the evacuation point with the contents inside.

    In fact, if everything had gone smoothly, they should havepleted this mission two days ago. However, no one expected that there was another group of people eyeing Shelter 117.

    Those people seemed to be the newly emerging survivors from the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. ording to the eloquent host of the Boulder Town radio station, these people not only took out Bloodhand n, but also wiped out the mutant humans on 76th Street. Recently, they even hooked up with Enterprise passing through the northern suburbs.

    Although those people¡¯s equipment was very weak, and those mercenaries had clear advantages, no one dared to take them lightly.

    Especially the day before, the scout who had gone to the high-rise building to set up a sniper point came back with the news that he had discovered the target of the suspected ability user.

    <em>Ability user!</em>

    As the captain of a twelve people mercenary team, Pritt felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

    Without fighting immediately, they upied a half-copsed building along the street, set up a radio station, established a temporarymand post, and made contact with the scouts who arrived at the front line first.

    "Carl, is the ability user from yesterday still there?"

    After waiting for a while, the scout¡¯s voice came from themunication channel.

    "He¡¯s gone... I suspect that he is not fully awakened, but there are signs of awakening."

    Pritt asked solemnly. "What is his ability?"

    Carl replied. "May be rted to intuition or some kind of psychic power."

    <em>Intuition or psychic power.</em>

    Pritt¡¯s brows furrowed.

    The so-called awakening was the mutation of a part of the body, showing some characteristics that were different from ordinary people.

    There were many triggers that may lead to awakening. The moremon ones were the use of gic modification agents, or the activation of survival instincts at the juncture of life and death, resulting in the dominant expression of inactive segments of gene segments.

    Compared with the risk controble mechanical prosthesis transformation, awakening was undoubtedly a path full of thorns. Although it could bring incredible power, it was not without cost.

    However, it was undeniable that ability users were indeed difficult to deal with, especially the psychic and intuitive ones. Many abilities were simply unreasonable, making it hard to guard against.

    Just like the energy weapons!

    "That group of people is preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that the mutants under the subway station have been cleaned up by them... Boss, when are we going to take action?"

    Pritt said calmly, "Don¡¯t worry, wait for them to lead all the mutants out from below first."

    It may be a genius idea to lead the mutants out of the subway station and kill them altogether at once, but those people obviously didn¡¯t realize howrge amotion they caused.

    Pritt¡¯s thinking was clear.

    They didn¡¯t need to confront the survivors head-on. They just needed to wait quietly for the mutants toe out of their nests, and then take advantage of the situation.

    <em>So what if there is an ability user?</em>

    <em>Taking these survivors and mutants out in one go is as easy as eating a sandwich cookie.</em>

    Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pritt¡¯s face.

    He would soon teach those survivors a lesson, making them understand the meaning of how the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind him.

 Chapter 180.1: Red Named Monsters, Bounty Mission!

    Loud static noise yed through the radio¡­.

    "Hello everyone, this is the Voice of Boulder Town. Before we broadcast knowledge of nting Camu Trees, and how scavengers get rich, please allow me to broadcast a piece of interesting news."

    "Just north of us, located near the Flower Garden Street subway station on the edge of the fifth ring of Clearspring City, Pritt, the leader of our ck Snake mercenary group, finally hacked down the butcher knife and attack the group of hillbillies in the northern suburbs with his men.¡±

    "Tsk tsk tsk, it¡¯s so tragic. While the hillbillies lit the powder keg and sted Crunchers to the sky, our despicable and shameless Captain Pritt fired his gun without any warnings. Those people fell down one after another like the frosted green wheat. Those poor bastards had worked hard for a week for the treasure hidden under the subway, but now, not only was the treasure taken by someone else, but they even lost their lives!"

    "This again shows how important it is to choose a reliable bodyguard to ensure your safety! Unfortunately, there are no reliable military contractors that I can rmend today because we don¡¯t have any sponsors! However, although there is no military contractor to rmend to you all, this channel has speciallyunched a quiz segment!"

    "This is our first question. What good things are hidden under the Flower Garden Street subway station?"

    "2. How many did Captain Pritt kill?"

    "3. How many casualties did the ck Snake mercenary group have?"

    "With just one chip, you will be able to participate in all the games! If you answer all three questions correctly, you will win the first prize worth 100,000 chips and three nights in the VIP room of the Central Casino Hotel, all of which are provided by the generous host of this game, the Boulder Town Central Casino! C¡¯mon, those who want to make a fortune, hurry up and give us your answer! Don¡¯t miss this great opportunity! There won¡¯t be another one if you miss this one!"The old radio ced at the bar repeatedly yed the eloquent radio host¡¯s voice.

    The smell of the burning of low-quality tobo mixed with the pungent alcohol could almost clog the throats of neers here. The poles on the dance floor were vacant all year round. Even the cheapest dancers couldn¡¯t stand the filthy air there, and only drunkards would asionally go up to improvise for a while.

    That was the Two-Tailed Rat Tavern, one of the hundreds of taverns in Boulder Town, and the most inconspicuous one hidden deep in the smelly alley.

    The customers who came were mercenaries and scavengers who lived in nearby basements or cheap hotels. The watered beer sold here was very popr. With just one chip, one could sit in front of the bar and forget about their troubles for the entire night. As long as one was shameless enough, no one would be able to drive them away.

    Of course, if they felt that the taste of beer mixed with water was too weak, they could also choose the same cheap industrial alcohol. Drinking a small amount would be fine, but they had to be careful not to ck out.

    It¡¯s not impossible that someone would do it on purpose, but if they don¡¯t have a special hobby or didn¡¯t n to get double-cross, there was no point in drinking it. There were no security guards in the area. The bartender was only responsible for selling alcohol, washing cups, and cleaning the floor. As long as no one was killing anyone inside the tavern, the guards outside would not care about it.

    Hearing what the voice on the radio said, a group of mercenaries discussed loudly, with clear envy in their words.

    "Captain Pritt? Hahaha, that despicable and shameless guy actually degenerated to the point where he would attack a group of scavengers!"

    "Shh, lower your voice, lest his old acquaintances would hear it. You are not the host of the Voice of Boulder Town, who is protected by bigshots."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    "Flower Garden Street subway station? I¡¯ve never heard of this ce."

    "No matter what it is, what good things can there be in the northern suburbs? The scavengers there almost can¡¯t wait to lick the moss off the walls!"

    "I will ce 10 chips on the ck Snake mercenary group took them out without any casualties!"

    "The odds are too high, it¡¯s hard to guarantee that they would not fix the game... I bet that one of his group members will die."

    Although the ck Snake mercenary group¡¯s reputation in Boulder Town was not the biggest, and their leader Pritt was by no means a top-notch mercenary, it was still not a group that those scavengers could bepared with.

    To deal with a group of country bumpkins who were hiding in the northern suburbs and picking up rubbish, and scavengers who did not even have good weapons, let alone the fully armed ck Snake mercenary group, everyone sitting in the tavern had enough strength to take them out.

    Only few people doubted that Pritt and his brethren would win.

    The only suspense, at most, was whether there would be an unprecedented number of casualties in the end, and what was hidden under the Flower Garden Street subway station.

    Not only the idlers in Boulder Town were curious, but Pritt was also extremely curious.

    However, his employer didn¡¯t tell him much about the details of the mission, only let him pay attention to the exoframe inside the shelterer 117, and a ck suitcase.

    Pritt actually wondered that since his employer knew what was inside clearly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, why didn¡¯t he take them away in the past.

    However, as a mercenary, he was in no position to question his employer. In fact, he had not even seen the employer in person.

    So far, the only things he had received from his employer were a deposit paid by an arms broker on their behalf, and a maic card to open the door.

    Perhaps after this mission was sessfullypleted, his employer would invite him for a drink.

    <em>That is the big boss who can even afford the airfare to fly around to ces.</em>

    <em>It would be nice if I could get a chance to meet them.</em>

    "Teams A and B follow me forward. Team C, deploy defenses along the street to clear out all survivors near this area."

    "Carl, watch our back from upstairs! If you find a target worth shooting, you are allowed to fire without revealing your location."

    "Our location is only 4 kilometers away from their stronghold. One exoframe plus a dozen lives are enough for them to go crazy."

    "So let¡¯s end this quickly! Everyone move out! Now!"

    Fifteen mutted corpsesy twisted on the street, lying next to those Crunchers that had been shot dead.

    Pritt, who reloaded his rifle, made a quick move forward gesture, personally led the other three members of Team A, and advanced towards the bottom of the subway station.

    Knowing in advance that the other party had Intuition¡¯s ability user, Pritt deployed three teams five hundred meters away while the survivors were waiting for the Crunchers toe out from the subway station.

    Taking advantage of the moment when the powder keg exploded and the survivors rushed forward with cold weapons, he immediately ordered three teams to fire, unleashing the firepower from the gun chambers from three directions at the same time.

    It was almost a one-sided ughter.

    Those survivors who fought hand-to-hand with cold weapons and mutants werepletely powerless to fight back!

    Except for a few people who hid in the subway station, the rest were either shot to death or were killed by Crunchers.

    It was a textbook surprise attack.

    All going so well that it was not even worth celebrating.

    Eight tactical shlights lit up at the same time, illuminating the space in the subway station like daytime.

    The cracked concrete walls were covered with Slime Mold, and the cold air was mixed with a rotten smell and dust.

    Where there was Cruncher activity, traces of the variant Slime Mold could be seen.

    Theplex and diverse ecological environment on the wastnd provided it with a lot of nutrients, and the remains and even the excrement of all organisms may be a breeding ground.

    Teams A and B had a total of eight people.

    Under the leadership of Captain Pritt, the group carefully advanced in the direction of Shelter 117. Their muzzles spewed mes from time to time, harvesting the lives of thest few Crunchers who were blocking the path.

    Thanks to the efforts of these survivors in the past several days, they pushed through the security gate to the edge of the tform with little effort.

    The carriages inside had collided with each other,pletely out of shape, almost blocking the tunnel. It was obvious that a serious traffic ident had urred in the past.

    However, what happened more than 200 years ago had nothing to do with Pritt and his men.

    The entrance to Shelter 117 was in the middle of the tunnel.

    They were only 300 meters away from the finish line.

    The victory was almost in sight.

    Meanwhile, in an abandoned broken down carriage next to the tform, three yers who survived by chance, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, held their breath subconsciously, not daring to make any noises.

    The light beams of the shlights shone into the carriage from the tform, swiping past their scalps, but fortunately, those people did not find them. After searching for a while, the shlights swept towards the front of the carriage.

    The sudden sound of gunfire made the three yers tense up.

    However, the bullets didn¡¯t fly at them, but towards the Cruncher, who was moving in the front of the carriage.

 Chapter 180.2: Red Named Monsters, Bounty Mission!

    Apanied by the sound of bullet casings and Cruncher falling to the ground, hurried footsteps and lights stepped into the next carriage, and then passed through the broken carriage and stepped into the tunnel.

    Listening to the sound of footsteps getting further and further away, the three yers finally let out a long sigh of relief.

    Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Escaping Mole who was leaning against the carriage couldn¡¯t help but ask in a low voice. "Speaking of which, Mosquito, what gic sequence type are you?"

    "Agility!"

    "Damn, why are you also an agility type?"

    "I heard that agility types run very fast..."

    ¡°God dammit, all of us are of the agility type. Now we are like a group of blind men squatting in the subway," Zhang Hai scolded, holding the bloody wound on his butt with his right hand, "By the way, which one of you has a bandage? Can I borrow it?"

    Mosquito and Escaping Mole looked at each other and then looked at this troublesome newbie.

    "Why don¡¯t you just rush over and feed them?""If you have anything valuable, you can leave it with me for the time being. I¡¯ll bring it back for you."

    Zhang Hai changed his hand and rolled his eyes. "Fuck off, I haven¡¯t archived my progress yet. If I die here, wouldn¡¯t my progress today be lost?"

    Ignoring this guy, Mosquito looked at Escaping Mole. "Now what?"

    Mole gritted his teeth, falling in deep thought. "It¡¯s hard to deal with them with just us... This group of people is too well equipped, and we didn¡¯t bring good equipment with us. If we go out rashly, we will definitely be killed."

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help but say, "Then are we just going to sit here and let them take our mission reward away?"

    Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, suddenly said. "Don¡¯t worry. We still have a chance."

    The two of them looked at him together and asked in unison. "What do you mean?"

    Zhang Hai said with a smile. "I¡¯ve already run around this area so many times that I know everything inside clearly. There¡¯s a Creeper hidden inside. I thought it was difficult to deal with that, so I just ignored it previously. If they go a little further, they¡¯ll definitely meet it. We just need to follow them secretly. In that way, maybe we will be able to cause some trouble for them."

    Mosquito¡¯s eyes lit up, and even Escaping Mole couldn¡¯t help but praise. "That¡¯s a good idea."

    However, before his voice fell, there was a shrill roar from the front of the tunnel, followed by a loud explosion.

    The three of them were stunned for a moment, then leaned out half of their heads and looked forward.

    The tunnel deep inside was lit up by a roaring me.

    A mercenary was half-squatting in the center of the tunnel, carrying a bazooka on his shoulder, and not far in front of himy the Creeper!

    The expressions of the three of them changed in unison.

    "What the fuck..."

    "Holy shit, they even have rocketunchers?!"

    Zhang Hai, holding his butt, was stunned and muttered. "Oh shit. The chance is gone"

    If even Creeper couldn¡¯t stop them, there was no way that they would be able to do anything to them.

    But at this moment, the VMs of Mosquito and Escaping Mole suddenly vibrated.

    The two quickly turned on the screens, and almost as soon as they looked at the screens, surprise and joy appeared on their faces almost at the same time.

    Zhang Hai didn¡¯t have a VM, so he approached curiously. "What¡¯s the situation? Let me have a look... What the hell?!"

    What he saw was a mission pop-up on the screen.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Red Name Bounty<strong>]</strong>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <strong>[Description:</strong> A group of shameless people attacked and brutally killed ourpanions, their locations have been marked on the map, and the image information has been updated in the mission panel. Capture them all, dead or alive!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward:</strong> 200 silver coins, 200 contribution points per target<strong>]</strong>

    Seeing the reward, Zhang Hai¡¯s eyes almost popped out of its socket and smashed into the screen.

    <em>200 silver coins?!</em>

    <em>Is¡­ Is this the reward for high-level yers?!</em>

    ...

    At the entrance to Flower Garden Street subway station.

    Lambert, who was carrying a light machine gun, nced at the pile of corpses on the ground, then nced at the quiet street in the distance, and took a deep breath.

    The voice of teammates came from themunication channel.

    "Damn¡­ It¡¯s so quiet here."

    "It¡¯s winter after all, and it just snowed a little while ago."

    "Do you think those people wille?"

    "Maybe, maybe not, I hope they¡¯d better note and get themselves killed. Everything is going up in price in this hellish weather, and my bullets are not cheap."

    Lambert did not speak.

    Although he agreed, it seemed impossible not to fight.

    That was dozens of lives they were talking about.

    It was nothing to Boulder Town, but to the hillbilly in the northern suburbs, the death of so many young adults was enough to make them lose their minds.

    When retreatingter, there would probably be another bloody battle.

    Just then, Carl¡¯s voice came from themunication channel.

    "... Team C, watch out, the suspected hostile target is approaching you."

    "Direction?"

    "North... No, wait... Not only the north but there is also a team on the west side." Carl¡¯s voice showed a hint of surprise, and he continued, "They seem to be divided into groups of three to four people. You better be careful, these people are highly organized. Although their equipment is not very sophisticated, they are much stronger than the rookies we just cleaned up."

    "Can you determine the number of people?"

    "About thirty or so..."

    Hearing that there were only thirty, the four people of the C team who stayed on the surface were all relieved.

    The team leader said in themunication channel. "Help us to keep eyes on them, and if there¡¯s a high-threat target, take it out before they get near."

    Carl replied. "No problem, I¡¯m watching, be careful."

    Thirty or so...

    Although there were quite a lot of them, it did not exceed their expectations.

    The only thing that surprised Lambert was that those people responded faster than he thought.

    It was 4 kilometers from Linghu Wend Park to say the least.

    With theplicated traffic environment in the wastnd, unless they rushed here as soon as the gunshots sounded, it was impossible for them to enter Carl¡¯s field of vision so quickly.

    <em>Mobilizing so many people in such a short period of time.</em>

    <em>How exactly did they do it?</em>

    ¡­

    Lambert would never be able to figure out their methods.

    When more than a dozen yers were disconnected at the same time, Chu Guang sensed that the situation was not right immediately, and quickly deployed the Hummingbird.

    Looking at the mutted corpses on the ground, Chu Guang, who was nning the relocation of Steel nt 81, was furious.

    <em>Where did those bastardse from?!</em>

    <em>How dare they go after my ruins?!</em>

    Without saying a word, Chu Guang threw a mission marker on the map, and set a bounty for all the targets tracked by the drone simultaneously!

    Immediately, almost all yers with VMs near the outpost received a pop-up window offering a bounty.

    Almost everyone widened their eyes in surprise in unison.

    <em>200 silver coins and 200 contribution points for each target?! Dead or alive?!</em>

    <em>When the administrator issued the mission, did he really not press an additional 0 by ident?!</em>

    In level B2 of the shelter.

    Tail, who had just respawned, pulled Sisi and excitedly shook the VM in her hand and said. "Sisi! Hurry up and look at the VM! This mission is awesome! It is to hunt down red name targets! Let¡¯s do it!"

    Sisi, who was pulled and pushed around, looked somewhat listless. "Tail, are you sure? We¡¯ve only just respawned."

    "So what? I¡¯m at maximum HP and MP now! Sisi, wake up, you¡¯ve slept for three full days already!¡±

    If only she really slept for three days.

    Without the helmet, she didn¡¯t even know how she survived thest three days. She couldn¡¯t sleep with her eyes open at night, and she felt like she couldn¡¯t concentrate during the day.

    Looking at the energetic Tail, Sisi said with a sigh. "I mean¡­ Do you still know which is the real world?"

    Tail said nonchntly, ¡°This is not important! The important thing is that we¡¯re weak in the real world!"

    "..."

    The Greenhouse Ruins.

    Night Ten, who was eating dry food, suddenly jumped up as if he had discovered a new continent.

    "Holy cow, Ample Time! Check out the VM!"

    "I saw it," Ample Time, who was sitting on the ground staring at the VM screen, stroking his chin with his right hand, lost in thought, "It¡¯s strange, why do NPCs also have red names?"

    "Does this kind of thing matter? 200 silver coins per head." Gale¡¯s eyes were sparkling, his right hand was already hungry for blood.

    "Indeed, we can¡¯t pretend we didn¡¯t see this reward... By the way¡­" Ample Time looked at Night Ten, "... I remember you saying that you sensed someone peeking at Escaping Moles and the others when you were following them?¡±

    Night Ten scratched the back of his head. "Uh, I was not sure about it. I just suddenly felt like I was being targeted."

    Ample Time was silent for a while, then nodded suddenly. "Mhm, if my analysis is correct, we might have missed a hidden branch plot."

    The three were stunned.

    Especially Night Ten.

    "What, what do you mean?"

    Ample Time pondered out loud, "It¡¯s nothing, I just feel that the feeling he had yesterday was very likely to be rted to the NPCs that attacked Escaping Mole today."

    Night Ten was shocked. "Damn, is this game that real?"

    "It¡¯s just a spection, as for what it really is, I¡¯m afraid only Light knows. In short, pay more attention to such clues in the future, maybe there will be big gains."

    With that said, Ample Time got up from the ground, reached out, and picked up the mechanicalpound bow leaning against the wall. He hooked the bowstring with his index finger and pulled it gently as if warming up.

    "Let¡¯s go."

    "The hunt is about to start."

    While they were chatting, a hundred people had already epted the mission, and more than half of them were LV5, and the number was still rising.

    Fortunately, half of the yers went to the new map. Otherwise, those twelves targets would be far from enough to satisfy everyone.

 Chapter 181.1: Black Snakeâ€™s Mercenaries, Death!

    Inside a half-copsed abandoned building.

    Carl, who was lying on the side of the broken fence, held the sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at the street 800 meters away, and pulled the trigger from time to time to clear out the targets exposed outside the cover.

    He had a wide field of view here, and the whole street was covered by his muzzle, even a mouse couldn¡¯t escape his eyes if it wanted to sneak in here.

    "The 5th one... Die!" Through the scope, Carl could see that blood burst out from the back of the head of a survivor with a bazooka, forming a bloody mist. The other survivors next to the one that was killed by him seemed to be startled, but they didn¡¯t panic. Instead, a man immediately bent down and picked up the bazooka dropped on the ground, and hid in the covers with the others.

    "These rats¡­ Just how many more are there?!" Carl took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the bolt out of the cartridge case, began to look for the next target, and continued to pull the trigger.

    Team C had already met with the enemy and was engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the survivors.

    The battle at the entrance of the Flower Garden Street subway station was horrific; the bullets of the machine guns were like a web of death in the empty street!

    However, the intensive firepower did not scare the survivors, and even if their teammates were sted to pieces next to them, they would still attack heroically.

    Carl simply couldn¡¯tprehend what was going on. He couldn¡¯t understand what kind of courage they had, and he couldn¡¯t imagine how they were not afraid of death.Even though he had sessfully suppressed at least 3 teams and held back at least a dozen people, Team C¡¯s situation had not improved, and he still fell into a hard fight because of the survivors¡¯ mass assault.

    The voice of teammates constantly came from themunication channel.

    "Damn it, I¡¯ve already used one drum, and if it wasn¡¯t in the northern suburbs, I would have thought we are dealing with a Tide!"

    "Carl, how many people did you see!"

    "Forty... No, maybe fifty," Carl said, licking his cracked lips as he aimed at his prey, "You better get ready for a tough fight. You wouldn¡¯t believe how many people I saw, they are just like a swarm of ants!"

    "Fuck! Why have I never heard of so many survivors in the northern suburbs? Did they alle here?!"

    "Probably."

    Armour Fist Bazookas, Ripper rifles, also there were also 60m bays from the Army!

    Looking at those familiar weapons, Carl¡¯s eyelids jumped wildly, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

    He could be sure that those people were not from the Army, so there was only one possibility left. They had defeated the Army at least once in a head-on battle!

    Even if it was just the remnants of the Army¡­

    With those cannon fodder alone, it was impossible to defeat the army on the frontal battlefield, unless they had other tricks up their sleeves.

    At this time, there was a sudden movement from downstairs.

    As a professional scout on the team, Carl¡¯s nerves tightened instantly. He immediately put away his sniper rifle, pulled out the pistol ced next to his waist, and approached the door quietly.

    The movement downstairs seemed to have disappeared.

    Most of the walls here were damaged, and only the load-bearing wall was barely intact. Most of the rest of the space had be a paradise for mutants. In addition to Crunchers, there were some mutant mice and cockroaches.

    He didn¡¯t clear the entire building of mutants.

    But he was certain that the movement was definitely not from mutants!

    Thinking of the suspected ability user target he saw yesterday, Carl felt that his heart had already raised his throat.

    The surroundings were silent.

    It was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

    A drop of cold sweat slid down Carl¡¯s forehead as he watched the signal lights flickering frantically on themunication channel.

    He knew that he couldn¡¯t stay any longer, and he had to move to a new vantage point as soon as possible to provide support for his team that were locked in toughbat.

    <em>It seems like I can only take the initiative to attack!</em>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Gritting his teeth, he decided to throw caution to the wind. He held the pistol, carefully walked out of the room, and sneaked over to the next room. There was a two-step-wide hole that could allow him to descend to the floor below.

    The sound of movement earlier should havee from near the safe passage. After going down, as long as he crossed the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, he could kill them from behind by surprise!

    With his feet touching the ground, Carl squatted down quickly with his momentum when falling, but just as he was about to get close to the wall, an arrow flew over his head!

    "Shit!" Carl yelled in shock, reached out of the cover, and fired three consecutive shots in the direction of the arrow. His other hand pulled out the grenade without hesitation and threw it over blind.

    <em>Boom!</em>

    The frag grenade detonated, and shrapnel raged in the empty hall, attracting Crunchers in the next room.

    Carl didn¡¯t panic. The number of people on the opposite side was unknown, and he was the only one. The more chaotic the situation, the better it would be for him.

    That was why he didn¡¯t remove the mutants on the adjacent floor!

    Those Crunchers would be his most reliable shield when necessary, covering his back while he was moving from floor to floor!

    At this moment, another cold arrow flew past his head and nailed it to the concrete wall behind him.

    Carl sneered inwardly.

    <em>Bow and arrow?</em>

    <em>What year is this? There are still people using such primitive weapons? They dare to challenge me without even having a gun, are they really tired of living?!</em>

    "Is that all you got? Can you do anything else apart from sneak atta-"

    Before Carl could finish speaking, a loud explosion came from behind him. He didn¡¯t notice that the arrow shot earlier had three thumb-thick round tubes tied to the arrowhead.

    The 3x50 grams charge exploded instantly, and 3x20 steel balls burst out like a shower, sweeping across the room. Unprepared, Carl¡¯s back was heavily wounded, causing him to scream in pain.

    "Ah!"

    A scream was blown out of Carl¡¯s throat and he spat out blood.

    In the smoke, a figure came toward him.

    Almost instinctively, Carl raised his pistol with difficulty and fired several shots at the man, but only to see several sparks from the bullet hitting the man¡¯s breastte.

    Until the clip was emptied, despair finally appeared on Carl¡¯s face.

    The man walked up to him, lightly reached out and grabbed his right hand holding the gun, and took the pistol from his hand with ease.

    At the same time, his wrist was crushed.

    Looking at the red-named target curled up like a maggot and wailing on the ground, Old White nced down at the scratches on his breastte.

    "Damn, this armor is so sick!" He couldn¡¯t help but praise.

    As expected of the armor that the administrator once used!

    Ordinary bullets couldn¡¯t prate it at all!

    At most, it would add a few more medals of honor to his breastte!

    Gale, who came from the next room with a javelin in his hand, nced at the man who was curling up on the ground and screaming. "What is he on about?"

    Ample Time frowned. "He¡¯s probably begging for mercy? That¡¯s how it¡¯s usually done in movies."

    Old White looked at Ample Time and asked, "Speaking of which, did the reward mission say that we need to keep prisoners alive?"

    Ample Time pondered for a moment and said, "200 silver coins should be the basic reward, I feel that this sniper is very valuable. So we may need to keep him alive for now. What do you think? Hey, Night Ten, what are you doing?"

    "Damn, this sniper rifle is so cool!" Holding the sniper rifle he picked up from the ground, Night Ten stroked the barrel repeatedly with his right hand. His eyes were sparkling with excitement as if he had found an amazing treasure.

    The light green casing, the thick receiver, the long barrel that gave people a sense of security, and the muzzle sh suppressor all demonstrated its power. The most exciting thing was that the optical sight on the upper barrel had a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length were adjustable!

    This was much better than the crudely-made telescope he bought from the Weapon Store!

    "I¡¯ve decided," Night Ten looked at Ample Time with a serious face, "I¡¯ll call it Cannon from now on!"

    Ample Time¡¯s face twitched when he heard the name. "Can you choose a slightly less stupid name?"

    Night Ten rolled his eyes. "Tsk, no matter how stupid it is, it¡¯s better than your Daybreak."

    "How is Daybreak stupid?!"

    "... That¡¯s enough, there are still people outside," Gale said, ncing at the street outside through the corridor window, "We got the captive for the 200 silver coins rewards. Do we want to continue?"

    Staring at the street below where the gunshots could be heard, Ample Time suddenly had an idea. He looked at Night Ten and said. "Night Ten, can you hit them from here?"

    "Let me try!" Night Ten, holding a sniper rifle, leaned to the window, nced outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

    "It¡¯s a bit far, and the viewing angle is not too good... But it shouldn¡¯t be a big problem."

    "The map shows that we are 800 meters away, and we are on the 19th floor now," Ample Time patted his shoulder and said. "You are the first sniper in our team, we are counting on you."

    ...

 Chapter 181.2: Black Snakeâ€™s Mercenaries, Death!

    800 meters away.

    Flower Garden Street subway station entrance.

    Gunshots rang out continuously, and the whole street had be a mess.

    yers used handmade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate, and white sugar to seal the streets with smoke, and threw handmade grenades made of ck powder. As if the bullets of the misceneous weapons were free of charge, all of them were fired at the mercenaries¡¯ position without a single second of dy. In just three minutes, yers pushed the position to the middle of the street.

    "Fire! Fire!"

    "Fuck, how many of them are there?!"

    "I don¡¯t know! All I know is that if we keep fighting like this, we¡¯ll be out of bullets!"

    The pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the entire street, and the bullets whizzed through the air constantly.

    The mes of the machine guns illuminated Lambert¡¯s face red. At first, he just fired one shot at a time, and then he had to switch to full auto. He had been shooting so much that the barrel was so hot that it could catch on fire at any second.However, even so, it was still unable to stop the tide-like offensive of those survivors!

    <em>Are these people crazy?!</em>

    <em>Are they not afraid of death?!</em>

    In order to prevent being overwhelmed by the sea of ??people, the team¡¯s defense line had to withdraw again and again and finally retreated to the Flower Garden Street subway station entrance.

    Lambert, who had re-position his machine gun at the entrance of Flower Garden Street subway station, couldn¡¯t help scolding in themunication channel. "God damn it! Where the fuck is Carl?! Is that idiot asleep?"

    "I have a bad feeling about this..."

    "No matter what feeling you have, hold your position! Our Team A and Team B are still under the subway-" As Lambert was talking, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from the chest of the teammate next to him, and his teammate fell to the ground before he could even let out a groan.

    "Sniper!" Lambert was terrified, and just when he was about to retreat, two more rockets pierced through the smoke, one mming into the subway station, and the other hitting the concrete block cover in front of them.

    The mes of the explosion almost scorched his hair, and Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled, grabbed his teammate¡¯s rifle, and hurriedly hid in the subway.

    After crossing the security checkpoint and running all the way to the tform, he rolled over and jumped into the carriage, aiming his rifle at the stairs behind him.

    While panting, he said. "This is Team C, the surface position has been lost. We have to find-" Halfway through the words, Lambert suddenly felt that there was a gust of wind appearing on the back of his head. Then he was knocked unconscious.

    "Hahaha! I finally got my money back!" Mosquito, holding the steel bar, shouted excitedly. So much so that he almost wanted to whack the elite monster one more time.

    <em>Stealing a kill is so satisfying, alright!</em>

    "What are you so excited about? It¡¯s only 200 silver coins, and it¡¯s still a monster short if you want to get your money back¡­ Holy shit!"

    Brother Mole, who came with him from the adjoining carriage, caught a glimpse of the jet-ck rifle on the ground.

    Reaching out to pick it up from the ground, Escaping Mole¡¯s eyes shed with excitement as he looked at the tactical shlight and vertical grip hanging from the barrel under the muzzle.

    "This rifle is awesome..."

    Although it was not as awesome as his ck Swan, it shouldn¡¯t be a problem to sell for two or three hundred silver coins, right?

    "A pistol, and two grenades... This body armor can also be sold at a good price!" Zhang Hai, holding his butt, also slipped over from the next carriage. He was excitedly using his free hand to search for the loot drop on this elite monster while murmuring about how much the loot was worth.  ??

    "We are rich! We are rich!"

    Mosquito and Escaping Mole looked at each other and exchanged nces.

    <em>Why is he so happy?</em>

    <em>What does it have to do with him?</em>

    <em>Who knows?!</em>

    ...

    On the surface.

    On the street adjacent to Flower Garden Street subway station.

    Looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, Liu Jiuyue felt sweat oozing out of his palms even though it was obviously minus ten or twenty degrees outside.

    He, who was escorting the camel caravan back to Brown Farm, happened to pass by the area and witnessed the entire battle from start to finish.

    There was only one thought in his mind.

    <em>They are so strong!</em>

    The guard beside him swallowed and whispered to another guard.

    "Is it over?"

    "It seems like..."

    "What is hiding in this subway station? Not only those people in the northern suburbs, but even the mercenaries from Boulder Town are here."

    "No matter what is hidden, it is not something we should know," interrupting the chatter between the guards, Liu Jiuyue swallowed and continued.

    "Let¡¯s go, the battle here is over."

    The neighbors near the wend park may be stronger than they thought.

    He suddenly understood why Mr Brown volunteered to donate food to those people¡­.

    ...

    Voice of Boulder Town Radio Headquarters.

    House, the ace host of the radio station, was sitting in the studio at the moment, with his feet on the table, watching the press release just sent by his colleague.

    Although it was a very rxed posture, his expression was not rxed. It even showed a trace of solemnity and tension.

    Suddenly, he suddenly sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleague standing in the studio. "ck Snake mercenary group lost? They lost to a group of hillbillies? How is this possible? Could it be a mistake?!"

    The colleague standing in the studio shook his head and said. "You are not the only person who finds this unbelievable. I have repeatedly confirmed the validity of the information from the reporter from the lookout tower twice, but the result is the same."

    "The sneak attack of the ck Snake mercenary grouppletely angered the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They sent out at least a hundred people to encircle the ck Snake mercenary group. The team that Captain Pritt left on the surface waspletely annihted, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway station. Now, it¡¯s unlikely that they will be able to turn the tables."

    "ording to the news from the Central Casino, a lot of people had tuned in to our program today and made a bet. We will need to broadcast this news in fifteen minutes, so be prepared."

    After speaking, he turned and left the studio, closing the door behind him.

    House¡¯s face turned pale for a while, his hand, holding the press release, had already clenched into an fist.

    Although it was not the mercenary he hired, and Pritt was not his acquaintance or friend, not long ago, he had bet 500 points that the ck Snake mercenary group would lose two men.

    That was his full week¡¯s sry!

    If the report was true, he would lose all his money that week.

    "This group of useless fuckers. Such a disgrace! Go to hell! You¡¯d better note back!"

    House scrunched up the press release and threw it into the paper bin.

    He decided to write a new one to curse the group of shameless hillbillies in the northern suburbs.

    ...

    1 kilometer from Flower Garden Street subway station.

    Chu Guang, wearing an exoskeleton, sat on a street bench overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield through a Hummingbird drone connected to his VM.

    The yers had already rushed to the entrance of the subway station, and it took only less than a quarter of an hour from arriving at the battlefield to winning control of the subway station.

    Except for the man who escaped into the subway station, the other three mercenaries were all killed by his yers.

    The entrance to Shelter 117 was in the middle of the tunnel.

    There was almost no cover to use, and it was expected that those mercenaries would probably guard the exit of the shelter.

    With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to hold the warhammer that was leaning on the side, and stood up from the bench.

    "Finally it¡¯s my turn."

    ...

    Under the surface.

    In the tunnel of Flower Garden Street subway station.

    "Damn it! We lost Team C! We have to rely on ourselves now!"

    Hearing the noiseing from themunication channel, Jerry scolded angrily and put the rifle in his hand on the stairs next to the tunnel.

    This was the only ground cover avable in the tunnel.

    The captain had left them behind and entered shelter 117 alone. As the leader of Team B, he was ordered to guard the entrance at all costs.

    However, even with two light machine guns and two rocketunchers, it still could not give him a sense of security.

    They had no reinforcements.

    All they had were the people that were with him.

    ording to the information provided by Team C, they would face a force that had more than ten times their number. Jerry wasn¡¯t even sure if he had enough ammunition on his side tost until the captain came out of the shelter.

    The next second, a loud noise came from the other end of the tunnel.

    Not just Jerry, everyone¡¯s heart was in their throats.

    Then, a figure appeared in the tunnel.

    He was wearing heavy armor, holding a warhammer in his hand which was pointed provocatively at them.

    When he saw the figure appear in the tunnel, Jerry almost used all his strength and roared, "Fire!"

    <em>Rat-Tat-Tat!</em>

    The orange-yellow ballistics poured from both sides of the tunnel, cutting towards the man like scissors, forming dense suppression..

    However, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

    Hundreds of bullets that poured out in an instant all fell to the ground as though they struck an invisible wall.

    The person was not injured. In fact, their bullets didn¡¯t even scratch the person.

    Holding his own hammer with both hands, Old White, who was in the center of the storm, shouted excitedly.

    "Holy cow! This hammer is too awesome!"

    A few minutes ago, the administrator handed the warhammer to him, and told him that he only needed to press the button on the handle, and then taunt the enemy.

    Before entering the tunnel, Old White was still worried about whether he could withstand their barrage. It seemed that his worry was purely unnecessary!

    The nitrogen shield spread out from the top of the warhammer was like a transparent umbre, stopping any bullets from hitting him.

    The firepowerwork seemed ferocious, but it didn¡¯t touch his armor at all!

    "Come on, use your strength!"

    "That¡¯s all you are capable of? Didn¡¯t you have lunch?"

    Old White wasn¡¯t sure whether those elite monsters could understand his non-standard Mandarin, and he wasn¡¯t even sure if they could hear what he said amidst the loud gunshots.

    But that was not important. What was more important was that the hammer of the administrator was too cool!

    Such a cool mission¡­ He wouldn¡¯t mind doing it a few more times!

    Looking at the monster standing still in the center of the fire, Jerry was terrified, and quickly ordered his men to fire the bazooka.

    However, before the man carrying the rocketuncher pulled the trigger, a bullet with a powerparable to a cannonball ripped his upper body to shreds.

    Jerry was stunned.

    The next second, he came to his senses and realized what had happened, and his expression changed wildly.

    <em>Gauss Rifle!</em>

    <em>These northern suburban bumpkins actually have Gauss Rifles!</em>

    There was not enough time for these mercenaries to think about countermeasures.

    Looking at Old White who sessfully attracted the firepower from the opposite side, Chu Guang, who put away his Gauss Rifle, and blew the whistle.

    A screech resounded through the tunnel.

    The deafening screams of battle cries sounded at the same time, and the yers who had put on their bay charged into the tunnel from the tform like a flood that burst our of an embankment.

    "Kill them!"

    "aaaaa!"

    "Demacia!"

    "For Lord Administrator!"

    "Crush them!"

    Their eardrums hurt from the screams.

    Looking at the cold lights that came from the darkness, Jerry started to panic and his will was shaken.

    The monster wearing heavy armor and charging with a warhammer had already rushed in front of them. As soon as he raised his hand and waved lightly, a machine gunner was sent flying.

    The hand-to-handbat instantly broke out.

    The moment a mercenary pulled out his dagger, his body was riddled with many holes by countless bays.

    <em>It¡¯s over.</em>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <em>It¡¯spletely over.</em>

    Even if their captain came out to save them with an exoframe, it would be impossible to break through.

    Completely losing his will to fight, Jerry threw away the weapon in his hand, raised his hands above his head, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

    "Stop!"

    "We surrender!"

 Chapter 182.1: Exoframe, Black Suitcase

    "... This is the voice of Boulder Town, and we are now interrupting your regr program to bring you a piece of breaking news. The ck Snake mercenary group had shed with local survivors during its mission in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. Despite having absolute advantages in terms of tactics and equipment, unfortunately, they encountered a group of shameless people."

    "The mercenaries stationed near the subway station fought heroically, but they were eventually overwhelmed by the huge number of survivors. At present, the entrance to the subway station has been controlled by the hillbillies in the northern suburbs, and our Captain Pritt and the rest of the group members have to retreat into the subway station to find another way out.¡±

    ¡°This station will continue to monitor the situation near the Flower Garden Street subway station. Let us pray for Captain Pritt for three seconds, and hope that he cane back alive."

    <em>Pray for him?</em>

    <em>Absolutely not!</em>

    For those who lost money, it would already be nice enough not to scold those idiots for three days straight.

    It was just twelve mercenaries after all, and they didn¡¯t even necessarily care about their own miserable life. So no one would care about them other than the person who hired them.

    The gamblers in Boulder Town only cared about their own wallets. They would only hope that all the bastards who caused them to lose money die outside, and it was best that they would note back.

    In the Two-Tailed Rat Tavern, there were angry shouts and curses, and even the bartender standing behind the bar couldn¡¯t help but click his tongue.It was rare for those alcoholics who were addicted to gambling to reach a consensus on the same thing. When they were bored, they would even quarrel over trivial things like how much water was mixed in the beer that day.

    "What the fuck, I want my refund!"

    "They can¡¯t even beat a group of beggars. Such a disgrace!"

    "I seriously suspect that this is a scam that old bastard Pritt set up with the Central Casino! Think about it, what good things can be found in the northern suburbs that it¡¯s worth them to fly there?! Renting a military ne is not cheap, you know!"

    "No matter what theirmission is, don¡¯t let me see that idiot in the tavern in the future! I swear I¡¯ll spit in his face!"

    "Central Casino has also fallen to such an extent. They actually set up a bet for such a boring thing! They might as well set up a bet for guessing the weather the day after tomorrow, at least this will be much more fair!"

    People¡¯s joys and sorrows were always different.

    When the gamblers in Boulder Town were cursing at the twelve mercenaries of the ck Snake mercenary group, wishing that they were all killed by the barbarians, Jerry, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head trembling non-stop, was praying. He hoped that for the sake of their surrender, the survivors would spare their lives.

    Although he had expected that he would have such an ending from the moment he became a mercenary, it did not mean that he was ready for it.

    No one wants to die if they can live.

    In the tunnel.

    A dozen yers were standing in front of a corpse, arguing with each other angrily.

    "Damn it! So whose is this?"

    "I stabbed him first!"

    "Obviously my stab was more deadly!"

    "You guys can take the contribution points. Just leave the silver coins to me."

    "Get lost! We are all old yers who have VMs, who needs contribution points?!"

    Looking at the survivors who were arguing, Jerry couldn¡¯t help feeling strange while shivering. He didn¡¯t understand what those people were arguing about at all.

    The next second, Jerry suddenly noticed that those people looking at him.

    "... By the way, there is another captive here."

    "Say, if we kill him, will it count as a kill?"

    "His red name status is gone, so it probably won¡¯t count as a kill."

    "Yes¡­ I remember it was written in the Resident Handbook that attacking neutral NPCs will be punished. And depending on the severity, the offender will be either jailed, or permanently repatriated. His mark on the map has be gray, so probably the bounty mission has beenpleted after he surrendered?"

    "What about the reward? Did any one of you receive the bounty reward?"

    "Emmm¡­ Maybe it will be settledter? After all, it was like this before."

    Although Jerry couldn¡¯t understand what those people were discussing, the nces those people made from time to time made him feel a little uneasy.

    He felt like fish on a chopping board.

    Whether he could live depended entirely on their whims!

    Finally, a man wearing a blue exoskeleton came over from the direction of the tform.

    There was that ridiculously strong warhammer hanging from his back, but Jerry was pretty sure it wasn¡¯t him who blocked all their firepower just now.

    Moreover, Jerry clearly felt that the moment the man appeared, the surrounding survivors obviously showed a respectful attitude, and even the whispers became much quieter.

    The man stopped in front of him. He looked down and asked, "Where¡¯s your captain?"

    Jerry swallowed and nced at the shelter next to him. "He went in..."

    Chu Guang looked to the side.

    There was an open iron door with a no-entry sign printed on the door, and behind the door was a straight passage leading to the main entrance of the shelter, an iconic gear-shaped giant alloy door with a thickness of more than ten centimeters.

    The entrance to Shelter 117, unlike the vertical entrance of Shelter 404, was built directly next to the subway tunnel.

    Shelters with three-digit serial numbers belonged to the ssification of a full cycle shelter, which could bepletely physically cut off from the outside world when the door was closed. As long as the thermonuclear fusion reactor didn¡¯t stop providing energy, the shelter could operate without any material exchange with the outside world.

    Theoretically, if the people inside were determined not to leave and locked the door, no matter what the people outside did, everything would be useless. After all, it was a civil air defense facility built to resist strategic nuclear strikes, and its designers had long considered all possible situations including withstanding a megaton-yield nuclear strike.

    However, Shelter 117 had obviously been abandoned for many years, and the reactor inside had long ceased to operate. It was okay to open the door with the backup power supply, but it was no longer possible to keep the full cycle system from running.

    After thinking for two seconds, Chu Guang leaned down and stared into the eyes of the mercenary. "Ask him toe out."

    Jerry moved back nervously. "It¡¯s useless. Captain Pritt won¡¯t listen to anyone, not just me... He doesn¡¯t care about our lives at all."

    Chu Guang smiled lightly, took out a long nail, and ced it gently in his hand.

    That was the bullet for his gauss rifle, although it was an imitation made of pure steel.

    The moment Jerry saw the bullet, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

    Chu Guang continued. "Go tell him."

    "If he expects to get out of here with a set of exoframe, I¡¯ll let him know what the price of stupidity is."

    "Of course, if he gets scared and ns to spend the rest of his life in this shelter, I can help him. For example, I¡¯ll seal this ce with twenty tons of cement."

    "Everything inside belongs to me. If I can¡¯t get it, no one can take it away from me."

    "If he¡¯s really a smart man, he should give up the futile struggle and tell us who his employer is."

    "That way, I might consider sparing his life."

    ...

    Captain Pritt eventually surrendered.

    When he saw the long nail in Jerry¡¯s hand through the camera, he made a choice between surrendering and fighting back to hisst breath without much effort.

    There was no need to hesitate at all.

    The reactor of the abandoned shelter had long been turned off, and the cold fusion battery plugged into the backup power supply was barely enough to keep the light on and open the door, it was not enough to keep him alive.

    Not to mention guarding the gate until his death.

    He would be able to do so for a week at most, and he would most definitely die of starvation or thirst.

    He was just a mercenary who took the task for money, but he did not have the ideological consciousness of sacrificing himself for the mission.

    The door of the shelter slowly opened.

    Leaving the weapon at the door of the buffer room, Pritt, who held the back of his head with both hands, walked out from the gate of the shelter under the watchful eyes of the yers.

    Looking at Chu Guang standing at the door, he lowered his head and said in a low voice. "I surrender... I hope you keep your promise."

    "It depends on your honesty," Chu Guang continued, looking at him, "Tell me, who is your employer?"

    Pritt nced at the surrounding survivors and swallowed. "Sir, we are just mercenaries who work for money, and we are not qualified to meet our employer. The middleman who gave us the mission is called White Shark. The advance payment and the maic card of the Shelter 117 were all given to us by him..."

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    Chu Guang looked at him and continued. "What exactly is your mission?"

    Pritt exined, "Our employer entrusted us to find a ck suitcase, which is said to be in the administrator¡¯s office of Shelter 117. In addition, our employer also mentioned that there is an exoframe here, which is said to be the shelter administrator¡¯s private collection. But the middleman told me that our employer is not sure whether it is still here or not, and only mentioned that if we see it, remember to bring it back, and he will give us an extra reward.¡±

    Chu Guang smiled lightly and said, ¡°It seems like your employer is very familiar with this shelter."

    Pritt swallowed and said, "I think so too¡­ I feel like he might be from Shelter 117, but I haven¡¯t met with him before, and I¡¯m not even sure if he is in Boulder Town or not."

    Chu Guang looked at him and continued to ask. "Where can I find White Shark?"

    "The Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern in Boulder Town. He¡¯s the owner there, and many mercenaries often go there to get work." Pritt, who was worried that Chu Guang was dissatisfied with his answer, continued with a nervous expression, "Sir, we really don¡¯t know who our employer is... But if you want to chat with White Shark, I can help you."

    Chu Guang smiled lightly. "Don¡¯t worry, I will find him."

 Chapter 182.2: Exoframe, Black Suitcase

    Guessing that he couldn¡¯t get anything valuable from the captain, Chu Guang asked him to squat against the wall with the other three captives while putting his hands on the back of his head.

    Counting the sniper found by Bull and Horse Squad, the ck Snake mercenary group had a total of thirteen mercenaries, and only four were captured.

    Others were either killed by gunfire, or were stabbed to death by yers with bays in hand-to-handbat before they had time to surrender.

    As for the yer¡¯s side, there were 17 casualties, not counting those newbies who died in the sneak attack. Compared to the base number of 500 yers, the number was not too bad.

    After the battle with the army, the outpost was no longer short of Active Matter; at least not at the moment, so those dead newbies would be back three dayster.

    Chu Guang would dispose of the captivester.

    As for now, of course, counting the loot was more important.

    Just as the administrator was walking in the direction of Shelter 117, the yers guarding the door received a notification that the mission waspleted at almost the same time.

    "Wow! Check out my VM!" Holding the iron tube rifle, Tail shook her arms excitedly and said, "37 silver coins! I¡¯m rich!""Huh? I got it too." Sisi¡¯s face showed a trace of surprise as she looked at her VM, "It turns out that as long as I participate, I have a share, but why do I only have 21 silver coins..."

    "It must be because you¡¯re slower than me!"

    ncing at the smug Tail, Sisi stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe... it¡¯s really because of this."

    On the other side.

    Old White, who was wearing heavy armor, walked towards the other three members of Bull and Horse Squad and said excitedly to his friends, "It¡¯s so cool! That hammer is invincible! Once the shield wall is opened, no matter whether it¡¯s a machine gun or a rifle, no bullets can prate it!"

    "After all, it is the weapon of the administrator," Night Ten, carrying a sniper rifle on his back,ughed and said, "it¡¯s indeed the right decision to buy that armor for Old White."

    "Sigh, if only we can buy that hammer!"

    "Stop dreaming, even if you can buy it, a weapon like that, which can destroy the game bnce, will most likely be ridiculously expensive," after casually saying to Old White, Ample Time, who was staring at the VM, said thoughtfully, "By the way, the settlement of this mission is quite fast. I actually got 111 silver coins."

    "It has been settled? So fast... Holy cow! I got 144 silver coins!" Looking at the number that popped up in the VM, Night Ten¡¯s eyes widened in shock.

    "Maybe it¡¯s because you killed someone with a sniper rifle? I got 107 silver coins, simr to Ample Time." Gale tried to analyze what was going on.

    Ample Time nodded thoughtfully and said. "It should be. You can click on the settlement list on thepleted mission page, which details the source of each mission reward. The rewards I can see here have two parts, one is the reward for the bounty mission, and the other is the reward for the battle." ?

    "For example, for the sniper we killed before, the bounty rewards and contribution points are split to 25% for each person. In addition, the sniper is a high-threat target, and it also provided us with a battle score of 50 points that will be counted in the battle mission."

    A look of surprise appeared on Night Ten¡¯s face: "I see... But what about the few red-named elite monsters that were killedter? It¡¯s hard to tell who killed them, right?"

    Ample Time continued, "Yes, so the few red-named elite monsters killed in the team battle are included in the total ie of the battlefield mission, and divided ording to the battle score. For example, you can see that your bounty mission reward is the same as us, but your battle score is slightly higher than ours, so your ie is also a little higher than us."

    The total ie of the battlefield mission included many kinds. It was mainly calcted ording to the loot and the difficulty of the battle. Although Wastnd Online did not disclose the specific battlefield revenue calction form, yers could still clearly feel the difference.

    For example, at the most basic level, the contribution point yield of defensive battles was higher than that of offensive battles, and the silver coin yield of offensive battles was higher than that of defensive battles. The rewards of fighting against the army were higher than those of marauders, and the benefits of fighting against human NPCs were higher than those of mutants.

    Old White said with a look of surprise. "I got 171 silver coins¡­ Awesome! I just held a hammer and activated its shield earlier, but it actually gave me 50 battle points!"

    Listening to the discussion of the Bull and Horse Squad, the surrounding yers all had an envious look on their faces.

    Most of them only received 50 silver coins. Few yers could get 70 or even 80 silver coins, but they were already high-level yers of the first and second batches.

    Looking at the VM on his arm, Mosquito couldn¡¯t help cursing. "Motherfucker! I only got 111 silver coins! This is bullshit!"

    Among them, 100 silver coins were contributed by the prisoners!

    Mole standing next to him said calmly: "It¡¯s normal, after all, we really didn¡¯t participate much except assisting them to get some kills... But the good news is that I just received a pop-up window for thepletion of the mission."

    The mission mentioned here obviously wasn¡¯t referring to the bounty mission that everyone had, but the mission that cleared the passage from the subway station to the Shelter 117.

    Hearing Escaping Mole words, the eyes of Mosquito, who was stillining before, instantly lit up. "Really?! Hell yeah! You are awesome! Our reward has arrived?!"

    ¡°Yes, and as we agreed beforehand, you get forty percent and I get sixty percent. I can transfer the money to you now."

    With that, Escaping Mole put out his index finger and tapped the VM twice, generously giving Mosquito 480 silver coins for the 1200 silver coins he just got.

    As for the cost of the manpower and equipment, both of them shared it before starting the mission.

    Seeing the 480 silver coins received, Mosquito was overjoyed. He was so happy that he couldn¡¯t even stop smiling. "Cool! Hahaha, I¡¯m rich!"

    Seeing that the people around him were all very happy, Zhang Hai, who was holding his butt to stop the bleeding, couldn¡¯t help but lean over and ask, "Can I ask you a question? Is there a reward if you don¡¯t have a VM? If yes? How can I check my reward?"

    Mosquito gave him a sideways nce. "You wish, did you even deal damage earlier?!"

    Escaping Mole also chuckled. "Don¡¯t think about it, brother, you didn¡¯t even receive the mission, how are you going to get the reward? This mission was not made by neers, so you should just treat this fight as getting some free experience."

    Zhang Hai yelled, "This is not fair! Do new guys not have human rights?"

    Patting him on the shoulder, Escaping Mole said earnestly, "Be content, all the old yers had been through this, not to mention that we had to move bricks and cut trees to umte contribute points in the past. Take a word of advice from me, you should hurry up and umte more contribution points to buy a VM as soon as possible."

    Zhang Hai couldn¡¯t help but curse, "Fuck!"

    The yers at the gate of the shelter were still noisy, but Chu Guang had already passed through the open alloy giant gate, took Wrench and another guard, and stepped into Shelter 117.

    Stepping on the concrete floor tiles, their feet made a creaking sound.

    Judging from the thickyer of dust on the ground, it must have been unupied for several years.

    Although the possibility of encountering danger was small, Chu Guang held the warhammer in his hand just in case. So far, he had not encountered any energy weapons. Themon damage in the wastnd was mainly from kic weapons, and the interception effect of nitrogen shields on small-mass projectiles was almost absolute.

    Picking up a leaflet of Shelter 117 from the ground, Chu Guang turned it over to the back, where a schematic diagram of the structure of the shelter was drawn.

    "Shelter 117 has only three floors..."

    And the area was much smaller than that of Shelter 404!

    ording to the propaganda, the reasonable number of people that could be sheltered here was between 100 and 200, but Shelter 404 had a total of 600 rooms in the three sub-zones on level B2.

    However, Chu Guang could clearly feel that the life provided by Shelter 117 should be much better than his own.

    The individual rooms there had an average area of ??more than 10 square meters, and some even had private bathrooms. Compared with the pigeon cage-like rooms in Shelter 404, they were much better.

    If people wanted to live there, they probably had to spend a lot of money!

    Directly opposite the shelter gate was the preparation room. Theyout here was simr to that of Shelter 404, with arge number of lockers lined up.

    Chu Guang opened the lockers and found that in addition to protective clothing and gas masks, there was also a lot of police equipment.

    However, most of these police equipment were mainly batons, shields, anti-riot forks, stun guns, and body armor. There were no automatic weapons or pre-war police pistols, let alone the Light Cavalry police exoskeleton he was wearing.

    Chu Guang checked the quality of the equipment.

    Except for the batteries of the stun guns were broken and could no longer be used, the quality of the bulletproof vests and shields was very good, and the batons and the anti-riot forks were also in good condition. In fact, it was so good that it was almost impossible to tell that those things were more than two hundred years old.

    "It should be reasonable to sell bulletproof vests for 200 silver coins. In terms of the shields... they can be cheaper, they can be priced at 100 silver coins." Looking at the equipment in the equipment room, Chu Guang stroked his chin and pondered.

    As for the batons and anti-riot forks...n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    It wouldn¡¯t make much sense to sell them to yers. It was better to leave them to NPCs as tools for maintainingw and order.

    The exoframe was not found in the preparation room. Chu Guang left a guard to watch the equipment and then led another person to the airlock room.

    After passing the two gates of the airlock room, they officially entered the shelter.

    The reactor had long been shut down, leaving only a backup power source plugged into cold fusion batteries, allowing the shelter to barely maintain operation at minimum power. Facilities such as refrigerators and water purifiers had long stopped working, and even the lights would only be turned on when people were approaching.

    "Sir, I feel that the air quality here is a bit bad..." Wrench, who was following Chu Guang, said cautiously, "How about leaving the following exploration to me?"

    "Rx, I know what I¡¯m doing." Chu Guang¡¯s index finger tapped the VM on his arm. The oxygen level disyed on it was still at a safe value. Although there was a small amount of ozone in the air, the concentration was very low, not to mention his 14 point constitution, even a normal adult would be fine.

    Wrench didn¡¯t talk anymore. He just walked in front of Chu Guang loyally.

    They did not take the elevator but went to the deepest part of Shelter 117 on level B3 through the safety passage next to the elevator.

    Chu Guang clearly felt that it was much dustier than the upper floors.

    The two people who walked through the corridor sessfully reached the door of the administrator¡¯s office.

    The door here was tightly shut.

    Chu Guang stretched out his hand and groped for a while on the door. After finding the lock pad, he took out the maic card and pressed it on it.

    The signal light on the door lit up, and the alloy door panel slid inside the wall on one side.

    Looking at the interior of the office and the exoframe disyed next to the wall, a trace of envy appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    "Damn, why are other administrators so rich, but I¡¯m so poor?!"

    The simple d¨¦cor had a touch of understated luxury, and the disy cabs were filled with the former administrator¡¯s private collection, including books and some decorations.

    However, those were not important.

    The only important collections were the exoframe with a streamlined armored shell in dark blue paint, and the ck case leaning against the desk!

    That should be the suitcase that Dr. Principle mentioned!

    However, rather than a suitcase, Chu Guang felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as luggage. It wasn¡¯t small at all, and it was as tall as his calf when ced horizontally.

    In addition, behind the desk, there was also a skeleton wearing a blue coat. The skeleton¡¯s left elbow propped on the armrest of the chair, and the VM had slipped from its forearm to the joint.

    The moment his gaze met the VM device, a light blue window popped up in Chu Guang¡¯s field of vision.

    <strong>[Mission Complete]</strong>

 Chapter 183.1: The Ark Project

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>Administrator Dawn haspleted the takeover of Shelter 117, and a new stronghold "Shelter 117" has been added to the VM map.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Flower Garden Street subway tform map is open: </strong>The intertwined subwaywork is a symbol of Clearspring City¡¯s former prosperity, but now it has be a breeding ground for mutants and Slime Mold, Crunchers, Creepers, Suicide Bombers, and even terrifying Tyrants, Barbarians living underground and gue-spreading rats... There is no concept of night and day here. It has a unique ecological environment, and the risk factors here will be twice that of the surface! However, at the same time, there may be unexpected treasures hidden in thisbyrinth connected to the abyss...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Warm reminder from Xia Yan: </strong>I once lost a leg here. If you must explore this ce, do it with your teammates together. At least, you won¡¯t die alone.<strong>]</strong>

    About half an hour after the administrator entered Shelter 117, almost all yers with VMs received the series of reminders at the same time.

    "Holy shit! A new map has been opened?!¡±

    "The undergroundbyrinth connected to the abyss, nice¡­ But why don¡¯t I feel that it¡¯s not dangerous at all?"

    "That¡¯s because the mutants here have been cleared. What do you think Escaping Mole has been doing here this week?"

    "Speaking of which, what can you scavenge in the subway?"

    "Maybe the pre-war strategic reserves? But it¡¯s been two centuries. I always feel that even if there was such a thing, it would most likely be taken away a long time ago.""Anyone wants to explore the new map now? This constitution type yer is currently waiting for a perception type yer to form a team."

    "Explore my butt! What time do you think it is now? I can do it tomorrow if you want. But now, I have to go back to save my progress. It¡¯s not easy to gain some experience."

    "Sigh, if you die, you will lose all your progress for the day. This death penalty is too real!"

    In the tunnel.

    Looking at the VM, Ample Time cut to the map page. After finding the icon of Shelter 117, he tapped it with his index finger.

    When he saw the sub-page that popped up on the screen, he was slightly stunned.

    <strong>[Stronghold: </strong>Shelter 117<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Stronghold Level: </strong>Relic (LV0)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Prosperity: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Industrial Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Business Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Demand: </strong>-<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Tendency: </strong>Exploration (Scavenging mission ie +10%), Hunting (hunting mission ie +10%)<strong>]</strong>

    "Shelter 117¡¯s data card has actually been updated..."

    Hearing Ample Time¡¯s voice, Night Ten was dazed. He quickly opened the map, and then a surprised expression immediately appeared on his face. "What the heck? So the stronghold with 0 prosperity also has an information card now?"

    <em>If I remember correctly, Don¡¯t you have to reach 100 prosperity to be a survivor stronghold? And here, let alone prosperity, there is not even an NPC.</em>

    Gale also noticed the change in the map, and after thinking for a while, he gave his guess. "Maybe shelter is a special existence? Look at the level column, it¡¯s called a Relic."

    Ample Time nodded, agreeing with Gale¡¯s analysis. "Mhm, whether it¡¯s the Outpost or Longevity Town, they are called a vige¡­ Maybe it¡¯s because the growth route of the shelter is different from the regr survivor strongholds."

    For example, it existed as a saving point for the entrance to the undergroundbyrinth?

    As for what it was exactly, they would only know after the announcement on the official website came out.

    ...

    Retaining the Shelter 117 was a decision made by Chu Guang after much deliberation.

    Although the area of ??Shelter 117 was a little smaller, it had everything that a shelter needed. Including full-cycle life support facilities, the configuration that a three-digit shelter should have was readily avable.

    The reactor burnout was a problem, but not a big one.

    Even if he couldn¡¯t make full use of the functions of this shelter, it was not bad to use it as a bridgehead for yers to explore the underground world.

    ?Clearspring City¡¯s underground transportation extended in all directions, not only tomute to various urban areas of Clearspring City but also to many civil air defense facilities.

    The only trouble was the mutants wandering in the subway tunnels.

    The moment Chu Guang removed the VM from the arm of the former administrator of Shelter 117, he realized that his worry was unnecessary.

    Because soon, he received a mission reminder from the Shelter System.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Refueling the thermonuclear fusion reactor of Shelter 117<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>Shelter 404 level B3 authority<strong>]</strong>

    Looking at the mission pop-up window that appeared in the field of vision, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help butin, "Where am I going to find the fuel rods for the reactor?"

    The fuel rods used in the shelter¡¯s reactor were not the same size as those used by the Pioneer.

    In other words, it was not possible to recover fuel rods from carbon dioxide traps.

    Wrench behind Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, at a loss for what the administrator had said, he quipped, "Sir?"

    "...Nothing." Looking at the VM recovered from the administrator of Shelter 117, Chu Guang put it on himself and waited for a while for it to recover a little power.

    Then the VM was eventually powered on.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    What caught his eye first was the original operating system of the Vital Monitor, and by retrieving the data stored in the ck box, he found that the previous administrator died of an overdose of sleeping pills.

    The desk was clean, with only three things; a pen holder with two pens, a diary with a brown cover, and an empty goblet.

    Chu Guang searched his desk, and soon found an unsealed medicine bottle in the drawer.

    Looking at the corpse reclining on the office chair, Chu Guang could roughly make out that the administrator must have taken an obscene amount of sleeping pills, drunk a ss of wine, and quietly waited for his death on this chair.

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes then fell on the diary on the table. He reached out to pick it up, and opened the cover that was covered in a thickyer of dust.

    <strong>[To the scavengers of the ruined world, the archaeologists of the ruins of utopia, the people who clean up the mess.]</strong>

    <strong>[The administrator of Shelter 117, the grave keeper of Utopia, Seven Vird, rests here.]</strong>

    <strong>[The most desperate tragedy is to witness the end of a great era. A year in the tomb is no different from a hundred years, and I decided to send myself away after the mission was over. If my body hasn¡¯t turned into ashes, please find a ce to bury it for me, and you can take everything here, because I won¡¯t be able to use it anyway.]</strong>

    "What does he mean after the mission is over?" Chu Guang was lost in thought as his index finger moved gently along the line.

    Maybe because of the Bloodhand Diary, when he saw something like a diary, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but think of the first administrator of Shelter 404.

    <em>The recording seems to mention that he was the pioneer of the Great Route, the most learned man in the old world.</em>

    <em>Could the diary¡¯s presence here also be because of an arrangement two centuries ago?</em>

    There was still some encrypted data in the recovered VM, which Chu Guang intended to take back to study along with the diary.

    But there were still three doubts that remained unresolved.

    <em>What was the mission of the administrator of Shelter 117?</em>

    <em>Where have the people here gone?</em>

    <em>And, who is Pritt¡¯s employer?</em>

    Thetter two questions may be answered from the first question.

    After collecting the clues, Chu Guang looked at Wrench standing beside him. "I need to take off this exoskeleton, you can put it on."

    Wrench was stunned for a moment. "What about you?"

    Looking at the exoframe standing aside, Chu Guang¡¯s mouth curled into a smile. "I have that."

    ...

    The subway tunnel.

    Entrance to shelter 117.

    When the administrator walked through the alloy giant gate and came out of Shelter 117, it caused quite amotion among the yers.

    With the dark blue paint, angr lines, and heavy armor, one could feel the sense of oppression just by looking at it!

    "Awesome! Our administrator changed equipment again!"

    "Holy cow... This exoframe is too cool!"

    "I have a question, is this a spoiler event for the exoframe to eventually appear in the Weapon Store?¡±

    "I strongly demand that the gamepanyunch a set of the same exoframe! I want to buy it!"

    "Stop dreaming. Even if you can buy this kind of ultra rare equipment, it will most likely be put in loot boxes..."

    "<em>Wuuwuu</em>, can the gamepany please quickly fix the bugs that don¡¯t allow us to spend money on this game?!"

    Taking a look at the exoframe on the administrator¡¯s body, and at the beggar version on his own, Old White looked envious.

    In fact, in all fairness, the defense of his armor was not weak. The 20mm steel te was enough to resist the ordinary bullets, which was sufficient in most cases.

    However, it was still notparable to the one the administrator was wearing. Whether it was defensive power or mobility, the administrator¡¯s exoframe was more than an order of magnitude better than his exoskeleton.

    "Sigh, I don¡¯t know when our administrator will change his equipment again."

    There was nothing else he wanted. He only hoped that he would be able to get the equipment the administrator had outgrown.

    Night Ten suddenly thought of something and asked, "Speaking of which, what about the administrator¡¯s old exoskeleton"

    Gale nced in the direction of the entrance to Shelter 117 and said. "It seems to be worn by the captain of the guards."

    Old White sighed, "Damn!"

    <em>Isn¡¯t it usually auctioned off by Boss Xia?</em>

    <em>How can he give it to another NPC this time?</em>

    <em>This is not fair!</em>

 Chapter 183.2: The Ark Project

    Stopping in the tunnel, Chu Guang looked back at Wrench. "I need you to transfer two people from the guards and ask them to set up a camp here. They wil be responsible for maintaining order here, and at the same time issue missions to the ¡¯yers¡¯."

    "No problem, sir," after a pause, Wrench said cautiously, " But¡­ We may not have enough manpower."

    There were only fifteen guards.

    These people not only had to be responsible for the security of the outpost, but also needed to take care of the Longevity Town. In addition, a new gathering point had recently been opened, so there was a serious shortage of manpower.

    After listening to Wrench, Chu Guang thought for a moment and then said, "When I go back, I will tell Luca to recruit some new people from Baker Street and the refugee camp, and gradually expand the size of the guard from the original 15 people to 45 people. At that time, I will need you to assist him to select the right people to work as guards."

    Wrench replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

    ...

    Back in Shelter 404.

    ording to the instruction manual of exoframe, Chu Guang made a data card for his new equipment and updated it in the official website database.It was not to show off, but to fool yers.

    <strong>[Equipment: </strong>Exoframe<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Model: </strong>P-10A Carlos Industrial Security, Order<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Durability: </strong>100%<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Armor: </strong>100%<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Energy: </strong>79%<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Shield: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Net Weight: </strong>1100 kilograms<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Left Arm: </strong>Basic Armor<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Right Arm: </strong>Basic Armor<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Chest: </strong>70mm Lightweight Composite Steel/Ceramic Lined Curved Armor<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Back: </strong>Raptor-1 Booster x2<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Left Leg: </strong>Raptor-1 Booster<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Right Leg: </strong>Raptor-1 Booster<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Energy Core: </strong>Hippo-1 Portable Fusion Reactor<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Coating: </strong>Klein Blue<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Plug-in: </strong>None<strong>]</strong>

    It weighed more than a ton, so the user could no longer walk around with it while it was in a powered off state. Basically, it would consume power as long as it moved.

    However, this exoframe had an adjustable energy-saving mode, which allowed the wearer to reduce the energy consumption of the exoframe by providing part of the driving force through the muscles at the expense of reducing mobility.

    Chu Guang¡¯s current strength attribute was 17, which was equivalent to 3.4 times that of a normal adult male. So it was more than enough to carry 3.4 times his weight.

    Plus, the exoframe was designed with the characteristics of an unpowered exoskeleton, so actually, driving it was not as physically demanding as imagined.

    Chu Guang simply treated the added weight as physical training.

    Of course, for Chu Guang, the harvest of the Flower Garden Street Subway Station Operation was not only the set of exoframe, but also the 200 bonus points forpleting the side mission.

    And the ck box that Dr. Principle left to the administrator of Shelter 117!

    Stroking the ck box with both hands, Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang excitedly and said, "S-ss relic!"

    Chu Guang was slightly stunned. "S-ss relic? What do you mean?"

    Yin Fang took a deep breath and continued. "I should have mentioned to you once before that, in order to facilitate the pre-war technology recovery work, the academy divides the projects waiting to be recycled in the Blueprint into F, E, D, C, B, A, and S. there are seven levels for management ording to a number of factors, such as the difficulty of technological reconstruction, the number of rted projects, the total amount of data, and the application value, so as to ensure that high-priority projects can obtain higher budget and personnel allocation. This grading system is not only used to grade technology, but also to grade relics and ruins of pre-war civilizations."

    Looking back at the ck suitcase in front of him, Yin Fang said in disbelief. "Like this. The ck box of The Ark Project is undoubtedly an S-ss relic."

    Chu Guang frowned. "What is The Ark Project?"

    "Another civilization preservation n parallel to the shelter n, The n assumes that under extreme conditions, with social productionpletely stagnant and supply chainspletely disrupted, we need a simple and convenient production tool that can produce what we need from raw materials that are avable everywhere."

    "This ck box is the product of The Ark Project. It was designed based on the most advanced printing technology, which required only the input of the most basic materials and electricity to create a specific product. For example, the mostmon ck box is about 30X30X20m in size. By inputting electricity and cing it in the air, it can absorb carbon dioxide and water in the air to synthesize starch. The more advanced ones can even directly synthesize carbon dioxide and water into barbecue-vored pizzas and cakes.¡±

    Chu Guang said in surprise, ¡°There was even technology like that?"

    "Of course, it is the crystallization of pre-war social technology, like a wishing machine that answers every request! Although its efficiency is not high, it is absolutely reliable. The only downside is that it has a single function. What it can give you does not depend on your wishes, but on what kind of functions its designers gave it."

    Chu Guang looked at the ck box in front of him. "What about this ck box? What can I get from it?"

    Yin Fang raised an eyebrow and muttered, "I don¡¯t know. In thest two centuries, the academy has collected hundreds of boxes, and the only ones I have ever encountered are the ones that synthesize cakes and pizzas. But this box looks like it should be of the M size... It¡¯s unlikely to be used to synthesize pizza and cake. Do you want to open it? It¡¯s said that it usuallyes with a foolproof tutorial, and even a dumbass will know how to operate it after checking the tutorial.¡±

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t answer and entered the password on the box.

    <strong>[</strong>x1179<strong>]</strong>

    He was very sensitive to numbers. Basically, he could remember a number after reading it once, and it was impossible for him to forget it.

    With a soft click, the lock was opened.

    Yin Fang was even more anxious than Chu Guang, and he couldn¡¯t wait to open the box.

    Standing behind Yin Fang, Chu Guang noticed that the structure of the box was very simple. There were only a few buttons that couldn¡¯t be missed, as well as a power interface that was probably used for powering it up, and a filler opening designed like a drawer.

    The instruction manual was ced in the groove next to the button.

    There were some simple and easy-to-understand stick figures drawn on it. As Yin Fang said, even a fool could easily understand it.

    It seemed that the designers of The Ark Project even considered the possibility that post-war survivors might be illiterate and not be very smart.

    After unfolding the manual and taking a look at it, Yin Fang¡¯s expression of interest became stronger and stronger. "Neural connection unit! It integrates two parts, a neural signal collector and a modem, including three C-ss technologies and two D-ss technologies... This is a great thing." He waspletely amazed.

    Chu Guang looked at Yin Fang and asked, "Do you know how to use it?"

    With a confident smile on his face, Yin Fang put down the manual and looked at Chu Guang. He yelled in excitement, "Of course! I¡¯m an expert in this field."

    "With these things, we can make some simple exoskeletons and mechanical prostheses!"

    ...

    Official website forum.

    - God damn it! Do newbies have no human rights?

    - This is terrible, I was just fighting monsters, but then the screen went dark all of sudden!

    - Are you freaking kidding me, I thought it was a bug! But it turned out that someone sneak-attacked us!

    - Yes! And we have to wait for 3 days for the respawn CD! This is bullshit!

    yersining about the resurrection CD could be considered a daily urrence on the forum.

    There were a lot of people on the server recently, and every day there would be one or two unlucky souls who were either bitten on the neck by a dog at the hunting grounds in Elm District or were dragged into the water while fishing by theke.

    Almost all newbies who died for the first time hadined that the death penalty in Wastnd Online was too severe, but this time there were 15 of them, which was slightly more than usual.

    As for the old yers, and the cloud gamers who couldn¡¯t y, they had long been ustomed toining posts like that.

    <em>Three days is nothing!</em>

    <em>Those people are really too young and too simple!</em>

    In thest expansion, some yers couldn¡¯t even get back into the game the entire expansion because of the bug!

    Tomato Eggs: This game is just like this, it can¡¯t be helped. At least there are no bugs, so you guys should feel fortunate.

    Irene: +1, realism is one of Wastnd Online¡¯s selling points. It¡¯s already good that the devs didn¡¯t make you reincarnate. Don¡¯t y it if you don¡¯t like it. ( ?

    Night Ten: Sigh, you neers are really a bunch of whiny kids. This time is just a plot kill, so there is no deduction of money. I just don¡¯t understand why you guys are stillining! Do you know how much we were deducted if we died in the past? 500 contribution points! It was so severe that it even made Boss Ya, who was the first person to die in the game, cry. ( ?

    YaYa: Who the hell cried?!?!?! Don¡¯t talk nonsense! ©d(n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Elf Wang: I can testify! She was killed by leeches. ( ?

    Yaya: (¨s¡ã

    ...

    Bull and Horse Club.

    As usual, it was only lively in the early morning, because at night, both the group owner and the group administrators were busy ying the game.

    A line of message suddenly popped up in the group.

    Old White: I was trying to log in to the game, but I couldn¡¯t log in no matter what¡­

    The group owner couldn¡¯t log in to the game?

    That was big news!

    Night Ten, who was bragging with his friends, hurriedly asked: Can¡¯t log into the game? What¡¯s the situation?!

    - The message says that... the character is in an abnormal status, and no specific time is given.

    - Damn it did I do something wrong?!

    <em>It can¡¯t be. </em>

    He was very careful with his behavior in the game. Let alone attacking NPCs, he never even offended NPCs once!

    Gale: I tried it just now. I can still get into the game.

    Night Ten: +1, me too.

    Old White: Huh? This is weird, could it be a bug?

    Mosquito: I¡¯ll contact Brother Light for you! @Light.

    Seeing that Light didn¡¯t respond, everyone thought that Light was probably working overtime.

    In everyone¡¯s impression, Light didn¡¯t seem to use his mobile IM very much. He would always log in to his IM on theputer, and he would only pop up in the group during the period from 8:00 to 10:00 in the morning.

    Not getting any response from the developer, the group members began to give terrible advice to Old White.

    Some group members suggested that he soak his helmet in water to see if it would get better.

    At this time, Ample Time suddenly thought of something.

    Ample Time: Old White, what was your experience bar before you went offline?

    Old White: My experience bar? Wait, I¡¯ll check it out on the official website.

    After waiting for a while, Old White came back.

    Old White: It¡¯s solved!

    Night Ten asked immediately. What? What is solved?!

    Old White: Haha, I just checked, my character is at LV10!

 Chapter 184.1: First Awakener

    The ck box was borrowed by Yin Fang for research.

    Considering that the space on level B2 was too small, Chu Guang found a slightly spacious single room on level B1 and lent it to Yi Fang as hisboratory and surgery room.

    However, Chu Guang soon discovered that the guy didn¡¯t just stuff his personal belongings in, he even carried his bed and quilt into it.

    From his actions, it seemed like he nned to live in hisb.

    For such a situation, Chu Guang, the administrator, reflected on himself for a few seconds.

    It could be seen that his yers had caused a lot of trouble for Dr Yin.

    But even so, Chu Guang still felt that Yin Fang¡¯s actions were superfluous.

    After all, as long as he still needed to go to Zone A on the second basement floor to eat, it was almost inevitable to meet yers who were interested in him.

    "What¡¯s the point?"If he avoided those energetic yers too much, he would only make himself a bigger target. Chu Guang was too experienced when it came to things like this.

    <em>I hope Dr Yin can adapt to the new life as soon as possible.</em>

    With a silent blessing in his heart, Chu Guang noticed that it was gettingte, so he got up and went to the market at the north gate of the outpost.

    As the neers of Alpha 0.8 gradually mastered the gamey, many interesting stalls had been opened in the market recently.

    For example, one was selling ramen, and another was selling fried rice.

    The former was run by a yer who used his real name as an ID. It was said that the meat he cut was thinner than paper, and his noodles were as thin as data cables, which was made it pretty authentic.

    Thetter was not a neer. It was said to be the apprentice of Tomato Eggs. His ID was Potato Shreds, and it was also a name that sounded quite delicious.

    However, due to theck of supplies at the outpost, there were no eggs or chilli crisps. Even though this dude tried as hard as he could, Chu Guang always felt that it didn¡¯t taste quite right, after he tried it once, he didn¡¯t try it again.

    Seeing Chu Guang sitting down in front of his booth, Zhang Hai almost cut his finger in surprise. "Administrator, what can I get for you?"

    <em>NPC!</em>

    <em>And it¡¯s the administrator!</em>

    <em>I¡¯m going to trigger a hidden mission?!</em>

    Chu Guang was used to the fuss of neers and didn¡¯t take it to heart.

    He found a wooden table and sat down.

    "A bowl of meaty soup noodles," he said.

    "Coming right up!"

    After a while, the ramen was brought to the table.

    In the rising white mist, the fragrance of the noodles mixed with the aroma of meat, making people feel very hungry. Especially the meat in the bowl, it almost covered the noodles.  ??

    <em>It doesn¡¯t seem to be the same as the rumor says?</em>

    Just as Chu Guang was about to take a bite, he heard shouting from the side.

    "What the hell! Are you trying to scam me? Why is the meat in my order so little?"

    "That¡¯s right! It¡¯s too little!"

    "I really think this bastard gave all our meat to the administrator!"

    The customersined loudly, but Zhang Hai didn¡¯t panic at all. "You got any problems with it? Are you also an NPC? Can you give me a hidden mission? Can you let me level up to catch up with the yers who joined from the very start?"

    ¡°Son of a¡­¡±

    "..."

    In order to prevent the yers from transferring the conflict to himself, Chu Guang decided to pretend not to hear and concentrate on eating his noodles.

    As it wasing to the end of the month, the weather was getting colder by the day.

    However, the market at the north gate was only getting busier.

    Everything was slowly getting better.

    The only fly in the ointment was that Yaya¡¯s mushroom stall seemed to be closed. Chu Guang had not seen her open her stall for several days in a row.

    <em>What a shame.</em>

    Chu Guang really liked the mushroom soup she cooked.

    <em>Hope this damn winter will end soon!</em>

    ...

    After the dinner, Chu Guang went back to the shelter. He first washed his face, and then exchanged the 200 reward points forpleting the side mission into 2 advanced loot boxes.

    Perhaps because luck was finally on his side, the reward from the loot boxes unexpectedly did not disappoint him this time.

    In addition to an EMP grenade, he actually got a set of Type 5 Light Cavalry light police exoskeleton!

    "Muhahaha! Fortune has finally smiled on me!" Looking at the equipment lying on the conveyor belt, Chu Guang roared withughter.

    To be honest, he was a little pessimistic before opening them.

    After all, he had just gotten the second Hummingbird drone not long ago. From a luck point of view, it was only reasonable that he would not be able to get anything good in the next few rounds.

    However, this system did not y cards ording to the standard routine, and threw a super rare drop to him.

    Chu Guang felt that it must be because he had always been one to do good deeds.

    Anyhow, his luck was off the charts!

    The exoskeleton was recovered from the conveyor belt, and Chu Guang originally nned to take it to Xia Yan¡¯s Weapon Shop and sell it.

    However, after thinking for a few seconds, he dismissed the idea.

    The reason was simple.

    So far, none of the nine Miner I exoskeletons has been sold, except for one that was given away as a lottery prize.

    Not only because of the purchase threshold he set where one had to be LV10 and had the contribution level of a Citizen of Shelter 404, but also because it was just too damn expensive!

    2000 silver coins.

    There were very few yers on the server who could take out that much money.

    As the police equipment of the pre-war society, the Type 5 Light Cavalry exoskeleton was obviously superior to the Miner Type I designed by Enterprise in all aspects, not to mention that it also came withposite bulletproof armor. So its price shouldn¡¯t be lower, right?

    If this kind of pre-war equipment was taken to Enterprise on the east coast, it could at least be exchanged for 5 sets of Miner Type I!

    "How many silver coins should it be priced at can be negotiated. This Miner Type I is LV10 equipment, and treasures like the Type 5... It¡¯s reasonable to have a level requirement up to LV15 or LV20."

    "The inferior equipment has not been sold yet, so it is meaningless to release the more advanced equipment on the shelves. Otherwise, it would only be used to collect dust.¡±

    Since that was the case, it was better to give it to the guards who needed to patrol the stronghold.

    On the premise of not destroying the bnce of Wastnd Online, this was the best way to dispose of equipment to give full y to its value that Chu Guang could think of.

    Seeing that he still had bonus points in the single digits left, Chu Guang threw them all on the basic loot boxes.

    However, the previous draws seemed to have used up all his good luck, this time, nothing good came out of the loot boxes, and all that came out were lollipops.

    They were those which didn¡¯t increase any attributes.

    However, Chu Guang didn¡¯t mind it.

    <em>One cannot be too greedy.</em>

    <em>The set of an exoskeleton is already amazing!</em>

    After drawing the loot boxes, it just happened to be the peak time for yers going offline. Chu Guang nned to go to the forum to lurk for some time, but just as he sat down in front of theputer, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

    <strong>[System: </strong>The development progress of the yer Old White¡¯s gic sequence has reached 10%<strong>]</strong>

    <em>Huh?</em>

    "There are yers who are already LV10?"

    Chu Guang was surprised. He opened the yer list immediately, and saw Old White¡¯s number at a nce.

    "Little Seven, help me retrieve the yer¡¯s attribute panel!"

    The speaker on the wall responded immediately.

    "Yes, master!"

    Soon, a table appeared on theputer screen on the desk.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Old White<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Strength(second stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level:</strong> LV.9¡úLV10<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong>12¡ú17<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong>6¡ú7<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong>6¡ú7<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong>6¡ú7<strong>]</strong>n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong>4¡ú5<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Talent]</strong>

    <strong>[Limit Breaker (Strength Type): </strong>Break through the physical limit for the next 0.5-3 seconds, gain 150%-200% strength attribute bonus, 200%-400% fatigue umtion speed, and 30s to 1min cooldown.<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 184.2: First Awakener

    Staring at the attribute panel, Chu Guang stroked his chin with interest.

    "The strength type¡¯s awakening¡­ His main attribute increased by 5 points, and his other attributes increased by 1 point... It¡¯s pretty good."

    Especially with 17 points of strength¡­ Old White basically had the same strength he did!

    And the Limit Breaker talent, which could get a maximum strength bonus of 200% for a short period of time.

    <em>Would that mean that his 17 points of strength will be 34 points when it is activated?</em>

    While the short duration was a problem, for melee yers, the oue of any exchange could change in an instant.

    It was already very terrifying to be able to obtain the power of a mutant human in a short period of time with the body of a normal human!

    Chu Guang had no doubts that his yers could put their skill to good use.

    "The awakening process would take 6-8 hours, and the clone cannot be active during this time... It seems that my spection is correct, and the upgrades are all done during sleep."<em>Maybe it is because the human body grows during sleep?</em>

    Chu Guang noticed that the nurturing cabin could speed up the process to a certain extent.

    In addition, after the clone awakened, the Active Matter required for resurrection changed from 1 unit to 2 units. As for the time taken to produce another clone, it didn¡¯t change, it was still 72 hours.

    After Chu Guang sorted out the information collected from Old White, he selectively updated it on the official website database.

    He hoped the information could provide some reference for his yers.

    ...

    At 10:00 in the evening.

    After finishing cleaning up the new room, Yin Fang came to the administrator¡¯s office again and found Chu Guang. "Can you give me a few more VMs? 20 should be enough."

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment when he heard the strange request, and looked at Yin Fang with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you want so many VMs?"

    Although level B2 had nearly a thousand VMs in reserve, there were now a total of 500 yers, and each yer could only get 2 on average.

    Even without considering the natural loss of unexpected situations, NPCs still need to issue missions andmunicate with yers through the VM.

    Although Chu Guang had not encountered a shortage of VMs for the time being, the reserves he had were far from enough to be squandered at will.

    "Although I want a professional workputer, you obviously don¡¯t have it here," Yin Fang continued, ncing at the retro-lookingputer on the desk and continued, "The VM processor¡¯sputing power is a little weaker, but it can still be used if I modify it slightly. If twenty pieces are connected together, it can roughly meet my work needs."

    Chu Guang shook his head and said, "20 VMs is too much. If you needputing power, the shelter¡¯s server has enoughputing power; I can give you a little bit. What do you think?"

    Yin Fang¡¯s eyes lit up and said. "Of course that would be the best! But even so, I still need a few VMs to act as a screen and an interface¡­"

    "3," Chu Guang stretched out three fingers, "Is that enough?"

    Looking at those three fingers, Yin Fang scratched the back of his head and felt a headacheing. "I¡¯m not sure¡­ Honestly, it¡¯s my first time trying to build a makeshift workstation. At the Academy, all E-level personnel had their own independentboratory where they could do equipment modification and sample analysis¡­"

    "Welp, that¡¯s really unfortunate then. You can see what kind of conditions we have here, you have to get used to it." With a soft cough, Chu Guang looked at Yi Fang seriously and continued, "However, I can promise you that I will let my people pay more attention when scavenging. If they find a usable electronic device, it will be delivered to you as soon as possible. As for VMs¡­ that¡¯s all I can give you for now. If it¡¯s really not enough, let me know after you tried it."

    "After all, it is still in the early stages of rebuilding our civilization, right?" Yin Fang made a helpless expression and shrugged his shoulders, giving in.

    He was aware of the difficulties of Shelter 404.

    It was as clean as a sheet. It was as though a thief had swept through it and took everything of value away. He had never seen such a poor three-digit shelter. Not to mention the most basic facilities such as health stations, there was not even an automatic kitchen, and food had to be brought in from outside!

    It was really hard for the residents there. Every one of them could be regarded as a model worker, and all of them were ridiculously optimistic.

    If it was other shelters, the fact that the administrator forced them to eat mutants for food would probably be enough for them to rise up in revolt.

    With the three VMs he received from Chu Guang, Yin Fang was about to walk out the door, but Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and stopped him. "Wait."

    Stopping at the door, Yin Fang asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Chu Guang asked, "If I want to refuel the shelter¡¯s reactor, where do I go to find fuel rods?"

    Hearing his unexpected question, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, and when he finally came back to his senses, he revealed a look of terror. "What do you mean?! Is your shelter out of fuel?!"

    Chu Guang coughed. "It¡¯s not my shelter, it¡¯s the one I... Found recently."

    However, Chu Guang had no idea how much energy Shelter 404 had left.

    So far, he had not unlocked the floor where the reactor was located, and even if he wanted to refuel the shelter, he had nowhere to do so. He could only hope that the current energy consumption rate of the shelter was still within the expectations of the first administrator.

    If they experienced a game over was due to a power outage, that would be too unfortunate!

    Hearing Chu Guang¡¯s exnation, Yin Fang heaved a sigh of relief and continued after a pause, "The fuel rods for the shelter are not easy to find. After all, the original intention of the shelter n did not consider keeping the survivors underground all the time. Some shelters will even gradually turn off the life support system after some time, or adjust the full cycle to half cycle, in order to urge the sheltered residents to return to the surface for reconstruction work."

    Chu Guang frowned. "In other words, there is no way to do it?"

    "Not necessarily," Yin Fang shook his head, "As far as I know, the organization that designed the reactors for the shelters in the Central Continent is called Central Continent Aerospace. Those reactors are of the same type as the Gonggong series of space stations and N-series spacecraft in terms of specifications."

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "I can¡¯t go to space to find what I need, right?!"

    Yin Fang nodded in response. "Yes, it is not realistic to go to space to recover fuel rods. The conditions there are not much better than on the ground, and may even be worse. However, although we cannot go to outer space, we can find some that have not been sent out. In addition, some research institutes associated with Central Continent Aerospace should also keep some fuel rods in reserve... I¡¯ve heard their backup generators are of simr models."

    Chu Guang stared at him with piercing eyes and asked. "Do you already have a n?"

    Yin Fang hesitated. "I can¡¯t guarantee it, but I can give it a try... If I can get the production data and product numbers of Central Continent Aerospace or its factories, I should be able to locate some fuel rods that can be used."

    <em>If I remember correctly, there should be such facilities in the south of River Valley Province.</em>

    <em>And there should be some working electronics there, which is what Yin Fang desperately needs now.</em>

    Chu Guang thought to himself after hearing Yin Fang. He stood up from his chair and walked over, cing his hands on Yin Fang¡¯s shoulders.

    "I¡¯ll leave it to you!"

    Yin Fang froze at Chu Guang¡¯s eager eyes, and said in a deting voice, "I said I can¡¯t guarantee it. I can only try my best..."

    It was year 211 of the Wastnd Era, and before that, there had been a three-year war. In those two long centuries, anything could happen.

    Even the nursing home on the surface of Shelter 404 had been visited by scavengers more than once. The only fortunate thing about it was that they failed to find the shelter hidden under the seemingly broken elevator.

    If fuel rods could be obtained, not only the rted mission of Shelter 117 could bepleted, but the potential energy crisis of Shelter 404 could also be solved.

    They would kill 2 birds with 1 stone!

    In a good mood, Chu Guang waved his hand and immediately allocated a huge sum of up to 10,000 silver coins to the project of obtaining more fuel rods.

    The search for fuel rods that could match the shelter reactor would be the first mission of the Shelter 404¡¯s Scientific Expedition Team.

    As the leader of the Scientific Expedition Team, Yin Fang could use this budget to recruit yers to search for fuel rods, or to issue public bounties.

    However, Chu Guang also warned him that it was best not to spend the money all at once, and sometimes giving too much may not be a good thing.

    The specific usage of the budget, as well as the setting of the benchmark value of each level mission reward, were included in the NPC Shelter Resident Handbook in detail.

    That was apulsory course for every NPC of Shelter 404.

    If anyone had any questions about any one of the uses, they could ask the administrator¡¯s assistant, Little Seven, through the manual page of the VM. After clicking the question mark icon, Little Seven, which would be online 24 hours a day, would answer every question.

    However, just like when Xia Yan first came here, Dr Yin didn¡¯t understand why silver coins were used, and instead took the opportunity toin. "You guys are still using metal currency? Don¡¯t you find it troublesome?"

    Chu Guang said with indifference, "Metal currency has its advantages. The sound of coins clinking together can make people work harder, and coins that can be seen and touched are easier to be recognized by strangers... However, I have also been thinking about changing it to a more convenient set of currency recently. Go and focus on what you need to do! You don¡¯t need to worry about this problem, I will find a way to solve it."

    After Dr Yin left, Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of theputer, switched back to his identity as a game designer and logged in to the backend server of Wastnd Online¡¯s official website.

    Earlier, when entering Shelter 117, Chu Guang only recovered the exoframe, Dr Principle¡¯s suitcase, and the administrator¡¯s VM. There were still many areas that had not been explored carefully.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Currently, there were two missions left in his mission column.

    One was to refuel the reactor of Shelter 117, and afterpletion, he would be able to obtain the administrator privileges there,

    The other was a mission triggered by Dr Principle¡¯s hologram.

    That was to take the VM to explore all areas of Shelter 117. Afterpletion, he would be able to unlock level B3 of Shelter 404!

    Chu Guang had already entrusted Yin Fang to look for fuel rods.

    As for thetter mission, the current exploration progress was at 21%, and Chu Guang intended to leave the rest to his yers.

    The mutants at the entrance of the shelter had been cleared. The task of exploring the map was not difficult, so he decided to give the opportunity to his yers.

    He already had an idea in mind.

    A smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face, and he put his hands on the keyboard and began to assign homework to his yers.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>yer Old White has reached LV10, bing the first strength type yer who reached 10% progress in gic sequence development!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>The new version ising soon, and the unlimited time event, Our Neighbor, will beunched on time at 7:00 tonight!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Event: </strong>Bring a VM to visit Shelter 117, check in to every location, and reach 100% exploration progress to get a mysterious gift!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Note: </strong>There is no time limit for this event, and you can get it as long as you have a VM. To avoid traffic congestion, yers are requested to travel during off-peak hours.<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 185.1: Sure Enough, Lucky People are the Worst

    Within three seconds of the announcement, the official website forum became lively!

    Compared with the event announcement, most people did not have any reaction to the first LV10 yer.

    After all, the leveling speed of strength type was faster than other sequences, and Old White was an old yer who has been on the server since Alpha 0.1, so it was not surprising that he was much faster than the rest.

    The difficulty of the game in the early stage was obvious to those who were watching on the forum.

    Compared to yers who became stronger by their abilities, lucky yers were obviously more hated by other yers.

    The only thing that made everyone feel weird was why things like a yer reaching LV10 needed to be mentioned separately.

    For the vast majority of MMORPGs, didn¡¯t LV10 just mean that yers could leave the novice vige?

    <em>Why was it so special that it needed to be mentioned on the official website forum?</em>

    <em>Or, Wastnd Online¡¯s LV10 is different from other games?</em>Makka Pakka: LV10?! Damn! Old White is too fast!

    Midnight Pubg: +1, I am also the strength type, but I¡¯m only LV8. (£þ©`£þ)

    Quit Bullshit: Speaking of which, if you are LV10, you can buy that Miner Type I exoskeleton, right?

    Escaping Mole: The precondition is to be at the Citizen level and to be at LV10. But generally speaking, when you reach LV10, your contribution points are basically enough to reach the Citizen level.

    Battlefield Cheerleader: 2000 silver coins¡­ Even if you reach LV10, no one can afford it. (Smh)N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Irene: Not necessarily, maybe Boss Ya can. She¡¯s been selling mushrooms all this time, but she hasn¡¯t bought any equipment, so she might be rich. ( ?

    Night Ten: +1, let¡¯s rob Boss Ya. ( ?

    Ya Ya: Enough you guys, I¡¯m already unemployed, you should go and rob Teng Teng. o(¨i©n¨i)o

    Teng Teng: ??!!

    The savings of most yers on the server was around the three digits mark, and only the best yers on the server could reach four digits of savings.

    Even without the requirements, few people could afford to buy such expensive equipment.

    At this time, someone mentioned the lucky guy in thest expansion, Spring Water Commander who got the exoskeleton in the post again. The post was instantly filled with envy and hatred.

    <em>This is so unfair!</em>

    <em>Just because of luck, he could get the strongest legendary outfit in the current version of the game!</em>

    <em>How is this not ridiculous?</em>

    <em>How is this reasonable?</em>

    <em>How can they not nerf him?</em>

    <em>Unless I get one as well¡­ Otherwise, his equipment must be nerfed!</em>

    Spring Water Commander, who was attacked by everyone, didn¡¯t dare to show up on the forum at all, and could onlyin in the small group he created.

    <em>Huh! It was Old White who leveled up to LV10, why am I the one who got attacked?! Isn¡¯t the first batch of testers not lucky enough? Can¡¯t they go and attack him?!</em>

    Darkest: Calm down, it must be because you are not strong enough, and everyone thinks it is a waste to give you such good equipment!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: +1, why don¡¯t you give me the exoskeleton? It happens that I am an agility type, with quick response and not easy to die.

    Darkest: It¡¯s better to give it to me. I am a newbie, a potential stock, and a perception type. The danger is always one step behind me, so I can guarantee that there won¡¯t be a scratch on the equipment.

    Battlefield Cheerleader: How about we take turns to use it? It¡¯s definitely more useful than giving it to someone of the intelligence type.

    Darkest: I can¡¯t agree more.

    Spring Water Commander: Agree my ass! (#`§¥¡ä)

    ...

    The next morning.

    The industrious yers gathered in front of the square of the outpost and began to line up to receive the mission to explore Shelter 117.

    The NPC who gave the mission was the Deputy Captain of the Guards, Liu Ding, and he did it with a long face.

    After logging into the game this time, yers were surprised to find that the dude actually had an exoskeleton.

    "What the hell? The guard captain¡¯s exoskeleton was from the administrator... So where did this NPC¡¯s exoskeletone from?"

    "Did he pick it up from the Shelter 117?"

    "ording to the settings on the official website, the correct exnation should be because of the outstanding performance of the administrator, the organization decided to support him with a new set of equipment."

    "That is to say, as long as we work hard enough, our administrator will soon be able to change to a brand new exoframe? "

    ¡°Huh? Why do I feel like I¡¯m being exploited?"

    "Stop talking nonsense. The event team is about to hit the road, is there anyone else who has received the mission? Let¡¯s group up and do it together."

    ¡°Me, me, me! boss, take me with you.¡±

    In order to prevent yers from entering Shelter 117 together, causing traffic congestion, and creating a lot of noise to attract mutants in other areas of the tunnel, only 50 slots were released per hour.

    After receiving the mission, a new event mission option would be updated in the mission column of the yer¡¯s VM. After clicking on it, yers would be able to see the following interface:

    <strong>[Event Mission: </strong>Our Neighbor<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Content:</strong> Take the VM to visit Shelter 117 and look into any corner.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Main Mission 1: </strong>You are not allowed to enter with weapons. There is a checkpoint at the entrance of the shelter, which can temporarily store equipment.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2: </strong>Do not take or destroy the items in Shelter 117. If it is necessary to pick up and observe, please put them back in ce after observation.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[3: </strong>Make good use of the marking function in the VM 3D area map. There are hidden easter eggs in the shelter. Find and mark them to trigger hidden rewards after the event ends. (Each yer has only one chance)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Side Mission 1: </strong>Investigate the reason for the abandonment of Shelter 117: Shelter 117 remains as it was before it was abandoned, and the rooms are scattered with the personal belongings of the residents before they died. We need to find out what happened there.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. Unknown clues: </strong>Waiting for yers to explore by themselves<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Personal exploration progress: </strong>0%<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Entire server exploration progress: </strong>0%<strong>]</strong>

    Regarding the easter eggs mentioned, to be honest, Chu Guang also didn¡¯t know what it was. The reason why he mentioned there were easter eggs was mainly to stimte yers¡¯ desire to explore.

    Whether there really was one or not, they still had to search for it.

    What if his yers found any clues he missed?

    Wouldn¡¯t that be an easter egg then?

    And it didn¡¯t really matter even if they couldn¡¯t find anything.

    At that time, he would just browse around the forum, pick up a few posts that had more replies, and get some inspiration from them.

    yers would never think that he copied their ideas, but would be ecstatic to discover the easter eggs left by the developers were exactly as they thought.

    Standing in the corridor of the nursing home, watching the crowded and eager yers in the square, a sunny smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "I¡¯m really a genius."

    Xiaoyu, who was sitting behind the bank counter, raised her head and blinked curiously.

    <em>Is this something that needs special emphasis?</em>

    She always thought that her Big Brother Chu was very smart.

    On the other side of the square, looking at the old yers surrounding Liu Ding and were ready to set off after receiving the mission, the new Alpha 0.7 and 0.8 neers looked envious.

    Purchasing a VM required yers to reach the Citizen level, and upgrading to a Citizen required 2,000 contribution points. If it was fast, it would take them a week, and if the pace was slow, it may take them half a month.

    It was still eptable for yers who joined the game since the Alpha 0.7 version. After all, except for those who were stuck in the resurrection bug, they had basically umted enough contribution points. As for those yers who were unfortunately hit by stray bullets in the battle, and yers who only entered the game in Alpha 0.8, many of them had just reached four figures of contribution points.

    It was the first time the newbies had seen a game that would require yers to spend money, even on the system interface.

    That was just too damn ridiculous!

    All the newbies were envious. However, that was this game¡¯s setting, after all; soining was useless. If they wanted to experience the full content of the game, they could only use their effort to prove their loyalty to the administrator.

    With the yearning for a better life, the newbies went to the warehouse administrator to receive their daily missions obediently after staying in the square for a while.

    Of course, there were also yers who wanted to take shortcuts.

    For example, in the center of the square, a yer was yelling at everyone who passed by. "Is there anyone who can lend me a VM? I, Zhang Hai, will definitely reward you well!"

    Mosquito happened to pass by. Seeing that the man looked familiar, he approached him.

    After a closer look, he immediately recognized that the man was the newbie who squatted in the carriage together with himst time; so he leaned over and teased, "Brother, you don¡¯t even have a VM, how are you going to reward someone?"

    Zhang Hai smiled. "I can cook for you."

    Mosquito frowned immediately. "Get lost!"

    After shouting for a long time, he failed to receive a reply.

    Looking at the sparsely popted square, Zhang Hai shook his head, sighing with emotion. "The moral degeneration of the world is getting worse day by day... God damn it, I can¡¯t even borrow a VM, this game is too real."

    Noticing that the neer was still shouting in the square, Brother Quit Smoking, who just came back to hand in the mission, couldn¡¯t help but say. "Brother, you need to stop wasting your time. VM and ount ID are bound. Don¡¯t ask me how I know it, I have tried all the methods you have thought of. The big bugs in this game are almost unsolvable, and the small bugs are almost nonexistent... So you should really stop thinking that there are bugs you can abuse. It¡¯s pointless."

    Zhang Hai was shocked when he heard this. "Damn it! Why didn¡¯t anyone tell me this?"

    Seeing this newbie¡¯s reaction, Quit Smoking was speechless for a while and then said, "... Dude, have you never checked the official website?"

    Zhang Hai shook his head and said. "Oh, you mean the official forum? I don¡¯t browse it. There are too many posts on it, and after each refresh, dozens of new posts would pop up. It makes my eyes hurt."

    Quit Smoking: "..."

    <em>This guy...</em>

    <em>Is he really thirty years old?!</em>

    ¡­

 Chapter 185.2: Sure Enough, Lucky People are the Worst

    Clearspring City, the edge of the fifth ring.

    In front of the main entrance of the abandonedmercialplex.

    Wearing a light hunting suit, Old White put down the javelin bag on his back, weighed the javelin in his hand, and focused on the Cruncher closest to the gate.

    It was ten meters away.

    For the battle-hardened Old White, it was almost impossible to miss the target at this distance.

    Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Old White calmed down, poured all his attention on every inch of muscle and joint in his body, and threw out the javelin in his hand suddenly.

    <em>Limit -</em>

    <em>Breaker!</em>

    In an instant, the electrical and chemical signals that shuttled through the neurons suddenly increased, and his muscles swelled rapidly.In a cracking sound, the javelin drew an almost invisible afterimage in the air, mmed into the gate like a cannonball, and nailed the Cruncher to the wall three meters away.

    The Cruncher that was pierced in the chest did not die immediately and was still struggling.

    The other crunchers that were hovering nearby raised their heads nkly, turning their stiff slowly from side to side as if looking for the attacker; but they found nothing.

    Looking at his right hand in surprise, Old White¡¯s face was full of excitement.

    Before he could speak, Night Ten, who was standing on the side, couldn¡¯t help but say. "Holy shit! This skill is quite strong!"

    When they just logged into the game earlier, there were already many people around the event NPC before the event even started. There were so many that they couldn¡¯t squeeze into the crowd.

    Considering that there was no time limit for the event anyway, and there was no need to rush this moment, Bull and Horse Squad came to the edge of the fifth ring in Clearspring City at the suggestion of Ample Time and found a suitable ce for leveling to test thebat effectiveness of LV10 strength type yer.

    Facts proved that the gap between LV9 and LV10 was veryrge.

    When Old White reached LV10, it was like breaking through a bottleneck. Whether it was his attributes or actualbat ability, there was a qualitative leap.

    "Can you say that he¡¯s stronger than us? It¡¯s clearly downying his abilities... This power is simply bug-level." Gale, who was standing beside him, had an envious expression on his face.

    Although he could also throw the javelin like a cannonball, that was with the help of a mechanical prosthesis.

    Unlike him, Old White did not have any equipment bonuses. He just relied on the strength of his muscles to reach a levelparable to a mechanical prosthesis.

    If the strength type yers would all be as strong as him, then what was the point of going for the mechanical imnt upgrading route?

    After all, if the mechanical imnt was broken, it would cost money to be repaired, and it needed to be well maintained to be used for a long time. Moreover, when encountering an EMP, it would most likely stop working. If all the money earned from doing missions was used to repair the equipment, who would want to have a mechanical imnt?

    But the physical strengthening route was different. Even if the yer died identally, they wouldn¡¯t have to worry about losing expensive equipment. Moreover, after three days, they would be able to recover fully. This price to performance ratio was simply invincible.

    Gale was still excited a few days ago that the version that intelligence type sequence would be buffed wasing.

    It seemed that he got excited too early.

    Old White smiled and scratched the back of his head. "It¡¯s too exaggerated to say that this is a bug. Actually, I think it¡¯s quite reasonable. After all, it¡¯s a ss that has early stage advantages. If the early stage advantage is not obvious, who would want to y this ss?" ??

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but growl, "I¡¯m afraid your early stage buff is a bit too long!"

    Old Whiteughed heartily at Night Ten¡¯s words. "That¡¯s not important."

    "But I gotta say that the power just now is probably even enough to deal with Creepers." With his arms folded before his chest, Ample Time also had an envious expression on his face, "Even with my dynamic vision, I almost didn¡¯t see the trajectory of that throw!"

    The agility attribute affected not only the ability to react, but also the enhancement of vision. It was so fast that he couldn¡¯t even see it, which was enough to show how terrifying the power of that blow was!

    <em>I wonder what talent the agility type will unlock after I reach LV10.</em>

    Ample Time, who had just leveled up to LV9, couldn¡¯t help looking forward to the world after LV10 more and more!

    After listening to Ample Time¡¯s evaluation, Old White thought for a while, then shook his head and expressed his feelings.

    "It¡¯s still difficult to use a javelin. A Creeper¡¯s movement speed is too fast. It is much faster than the charging up time of throwing a javelin. So it will be very hard to hit from far away. And if I have to fight it at close range, I will not be able to charge up my strength and aim. But then again, this talent is probably more useful in meleebat than throwing objects at close-range. And with exoskeletons and long-handled weapons, it can deal tons of damage in a short period of time! Even if I run into a mutant human, I have the confidence to take it out!"N?v(el)B\\jnn

    His axe was specially made by Steel nt 81. It had wide des on both sides and a pointed tip. It could cut, stab, and hook, which was very useful for dealing with both people and mutants.

    Ample Time continued to ask: "Apart from your Limit Breaker, do you feel that there are any other changes?"

    After thinking for a while, Old White said, "Other changes... It¡¯s hard to describe. Specifically, my muscles and bones feel more sturdy than before, and my athletic ability is stronger, but it doesn¡¯t seem to be obvious from the outside."

    Speaking of this, Old White couldn¡¯t help but sigh "Sigh, every time I y this game, I can¡¯t help but think, if only I had such awesome physical fitness in reality!"

    <em>Having in-game physical fitness in reality.</em>

    Hearing this sentence, Ample Time revealed an expression of intrigue.

    Not to mention anything else, just in archery alone, if his physical fitness, in reality, could catch up with half of his in-game physical fitness, he could probably participate in the Olympics!

    What is the concept of having an agility attribute over 10 points?

    In terms of vision and dynamic vision alone, few normal humans would be his opponents.

    Unless they were also mutants...

    After imagining the scene in his mind, Night Ten frowned. "Wait, if it¡¯s really so great, wouldn¡¯t I be at a disadvantage? My perception attribute ispletely useless."

    Gale calmly said, "Not necessarily, you go to any casino and try it."

    Night Ten was stunned for a moment, then suddenly blurted, "Damn! Why didn¡¯t I think of that?"

    Gale chuckled but said nothing.

    If it was really possible to have in-game physical data, in reality, his intelligence type should be the most advantageous.

    At this moment, Old White, who was staring at the VM, suddenly said, "There seems to be a new mission in my mission column."

    Upon hearing that there was a new mission, Night Ten immediately leaned over and nced curiously. "What mission? Let me take a look."

    "Explore Central Continent Aerospace¡¯s ecological experimental base in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. The mission rewards 200 silver coins and 200 contribution points... What is the ecological experimental base?"

    While asking, Old White switched to the map page of the VM. He swiped his index finger on the touch screen a few times and found the location of the mission beacon.

    It was an unexplored area, located in the east-north direction of the outpost, about 15.7 kilometers in a straight line.

    Judging from the map before the war, there were not many urban buildings nearby, the terrain was rtively high, and it was very likely to be a forest after the war.

    After seeing the map, Gale stroked his chin. "It¡¯s actually the mission of the scientific expedition team... After the official website updated the gamey of the scientific expedition teamst time, it was the first time I saw Dr Yin Fang give out a mission."

    "Maybe the condition for unlocking the mission is to be LV10?" Old White had a look of interest on his face. He eagerly looked at his good brothers and said, "What do you guys say? Do you want to challenge it?"

    Level B3 of the Greenhouse Ruins had just been cleared, the mission had not been handed in, and the next floor has not opened, so there was no need to raid the dungeon these days.

    Anyway, the Greenhouse Ruins wouldn¡¯t run away, so they all decided to see what the new mission was all about.

    After all, the name of this institute sounded pretty badass, so it must be very interesting.

    Night Ten agreed immediately. "I have no objections!"

    Gale also agreed. "Neither do I. We can also take this chance to learn more about the scientific expedition team¡¯s purpose."

    "Me too." A smile appeared on Ample Time¡¯s face, "it is such an interesting mission. It would be a pity if we missed it."

    Old White said with a hearty smile, "Then it¡¯s settled! Let¡¯s go back to the outpost to change equipment, and gather at the north gate!"

    Night Ten raised his hand suddenly. "Wait, how do we get there? It¡¯s very far."

    Old White said with a smile. "Don¡¯t worry about it! It was mentioned in the mission that the scientific expedition team will support us with a truck and send us to our destination!"

    Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

    A distance of 15.7 kilometers!

    If they had to walk there, it would probably take them a day.

    Just as Bull and Horse Squad returned to the outpost, the yers who went to explore Shelter 117 had also arrived in front of the giant alloy gate located in the subway tunnel.

    This giant gate had not been closed since thest time it was opened.

    The front door was crowded with people, and many yers were trying their best to peek at what was inside with curious eyes.

    The guard stationed at the entrance of the shelter walked up to the yers and said in a loud voice. "yers who have received a mission, please leave your equipment with me."

    "Shelter 117 is a weapons restricted area, and it is forbidden to bring firearms, knives, explosives, inmmable, and dangerous goods into it."

    "The exploration time is not limited, but please try to keep it within an hour!"

    "I wish you guys good luck!"

 Chapter 186: Easter Eggs

    Exploring missions were not looting.

    There was a difference between mission and scavenging this time. yers who entered the map could only look around and couldn¡¯t take away the things inside.

    After all, that ce wasn¡¯t considered part of the wilderness any longer; it even had a data card.

    Escaping Mole spected that developers probably wanted to check the bugs in the map, so they arranged this event to exploit thebor of the yers.

    If this spection was true, it was hard to say whether there was an easter egg or not!

    After depositing his favorite gun in the locker, Escaping Mole followed the footsteps of the other yers, passed through the buffer room with the two gates, and finally stepped into this dusty shelter.

    It was extremely spacious, with its ceiling 5 meters tall. Behind the half-moon-shaped hall was the residents¡¯ square. Two arc-shaped corridors delineated the outline of the square. On both sides of the square were four fan-shaped partitions. It was somewhat simr to theyout of level B2 of Shelter 404.

    However, judging from the structural drawing printed on the wall at the front desk of the lobby, the overall structure of the shelter was quite different from that of Shelter 404.

    Shelter 117 had only 3 floors in total, from B1 to B3. It decreased in size the lower they went, which made its overall structure look like an upside-down pyramid.Shelter 404 was the exact opposite. Although yers had not been to the space below level B3, it was obvious that the area below wasrger afterparing levels B1 and B2.

    After a brief stroll on level B1, Escaping Mole returned to the resident hall and happened to meet Mosquito who came out of the area on the right.

    He said enviously. "My side should be a functional quarter! There are canteens, reading rooms, and infirmaries! Damn... I even saw a basketball court!"

    Escaping Mole smiled and said, "It shouldn¡¯t be surprising. There were only 100 people in this shelter. So it¡¯s normal to have a better configuration. I also saw a separate bathroom in almost every single room."

    Mosquito said enviously. "Do you think we will be able to change to a new shelter after the public beta?"

    Escaping Mole nced at him speechlessly for a moment. "What¡¯s the point? The name of this game is not called living in shelters, and the main content is on the surface. Even if you change the resurrection point, you won¡¯t be given a buff."

    Mosquito sighed, "Damn, what you say makes sense."

    <em>Well duh.</em>

    <em>This is what this game is all about, alright...</em>

    Just when Escaping Mole was about to mock Mosquito, two yers walked out of the safe passage next to the elevator.

    Elf Wang said with excitement, "Did you go to level B2? It¡¯s so freaking cool there!"

    Escaping Mole looked at them curiously. "What did you see?"

    Irene said helplessly, "Sigh, it¡¯s just an artificial greenhouse, I don¡¯t understand what he¡¯s excited about."

    Elf Wang continued rambling, "Isn¡¯t it cool to be able to farm in a shelter? And it¡¯s not just a greenhouse. There are also water purification devices and processing workshops in the back¡­ There are also so many things I can¡¯t understand. It¡¯s a man-made ecosystem!"

    As he spoke, he, like Mosquito, couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "Sigh, this is more like a shelter! Unlike this shelter, there is nothing in ours! We have to pay to bathe and go to the toilet¡­"

    Escaping Mole decided to change the topic. "By the way, did any one of you go to level B3?"

    Elf Wang nodded. "We all went. There is nothing to see there. The area is very small. Except for the administrator¡¯s office, there is only one reactor that has been turned off. I originally thought that there would be radiation, but I was wrong... Speaking of which, have you finished exploring level B1? Did you find anything?"

    As soon as they entered the shelter, he and Irene went straight to level B2, so they didn¡¯t know what level B1 looked like.

    Escaping Mole shook his head. "There are a lot of rooms on level B1, and I was checking them carefully."

    However, it seemed that some fast-moving yers had already finished exploring level B1 and started to go to level B2.

    Escaping Mole saw earlier how a short-haired female yer was pulling another female yer with a ponytail to level B2 with excitement.

    There was also a white bear following them.

    With a single intention, Escaping Mole looked at his VM and switched to the active mission page.

    His expression froze the next second.

    <strong>[Server exploration progress: </strong>90%<strong>]</strong>

    Escaping Mole didn¡¯t know if he was mistaken, but he felt that this mission was not as simple as he imagined.

    ...

    It turned out that even if he was not a perception type, his intuition was very urate.

    It took a full hour for Escaping Mole to open all the doors that could be opened, and wander around the rooms that he could enter.

    However, even if he walked around every corner of the shelter, and even walked around against the wall after the tour, the progress was still stuck at 90%. ?

    No matter how hard he tried, the number just wouldn¡¯t move!

    "Huh? This is so weird!" Staring at the map on the VM screen, Escaping Mole had a confused expression on his face after failing to increase his exploration progress.

    He was obviously not the only one who had this problem.

    The same went for other yers.

    If there was something only he missed, that would be fine, but even the Sever Exploration Progress was stuck at 90%.

    In other words, everyone was stuck in the same ce...

    After yers went offline.

    More than half of the posts on the official website forum were devoted to the topic.

    Construction Boy: I have an ominous premonition, could this be another bug?

    Escaping Mole: +1. The progress is stuck at 90% and it can¡¯t move, I¡¯m sure I didn¡¯t miss a corner!

    Mosquito: Damn it, I¡¯ve checked the entire shelter three times already! I almost rubbed off the paint on the wall! But I still didn¡¯t discover anything!

    Elf Wang: Could there be a hidden passage?

    Sisi: It¡¯s really possible... But¡­ That would mean that it¡¯s too hidden, right?

    Tail: Damn, I checked 8 times! But I still didn¡¯t find anything!

    Escaping Mole: I¡¯ll go to the administrator¡¯s office tomorrow, I always feel like there might be something hidden inside...

    Yaya: Hmm, I actually feel the opposite of yours, I always have a weird feeling when I explore level B2... It¡¯s as if something is missing.

    Night Ten: A little mushroom is missing? ( ?

    Yaya: Go to hell! I¡¯m serious! (`§¥¡¯*)9

    Mosquito: Maybe that easter egg is the remaining 10%!

    Midnight Pubg: Not good, my obsessivepulsive disorder is starting to react.

    Looking at the discussions on the official website forum, Chu Guang was as confused as them.

    Frankly speaking, he came up with the easter egg bullshit, but the 90% exploration rate was not his fault at all.

    The server exploration progress that yers saw was actually the progress bar he saw on the Administrator Menu.

    <em>Could it be that there was a hidden area that was not marked on the design drawing in the Shelter 117?</em>

    <em>It couldn¡¯t be.</em>

    Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and half of the yers had not explored the shelter yet.

    Chu Guang intended to wait a little longer to see if the remaining yers had any new discoveries.

    Meanwhile, the Bull and Horse Squad, who went to the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, also made new discoveries.

    Based on the terminals and other electronic equipment they recovered in the guard room, Yin Fang restored the data remaining on the storage hardware and concluded that the entire facility was actually a fully enclosed artificial biosphere based on a thermonuclear fusion reactor.

    "... At present, there is no direct clue to prove which project the ecological experimental base is rted to. Maybe it serves the shelter n, or maybe it was used to study how to establish colonies in outer space."

    After listening to Yin Fang¡¯s report, Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about. "Can you find the fuel rods?"

    Yin Fang nodded. "It should be possible, but ording to the information your yers have discovered, it seems that there are quite a few mutants hidden inside. It may take some time to clean them up."

    Chu Guang heaved a sigh of relief.

    Using up some time was a small problem to him.

    As long as he could get the fuel rods, it didn¡¯t matter how much time it would take.

    ...

    While the yers were busy with their missions, Chu Guang was not idle either.

    The size of the guards had been expanded from 15 to 45, with 50% of the 30 new recruitsing from Baker Street and another 50%ing from the refugee camps.

    As his personal troops, it was impossible for him to let other people manage them.

    In addition, Pritt and others who were previously captured, had been sent to the brick factory, where they receivedbor reformation by Chu Guang after a day¡¯s detention.

    Looking at the new co-workers, Eugene recognized at a nce that those people had the same identities as himself, and they were all captives of the blue coats.

    Not only that, he also smelled a familiar scent from them.

    During lunch time, the new captives sat in the corner to eat.

    Eugene, who was carrying a lunch box, walked over and spoke to the four of them. "Hey, how did you all end up here?"

    Pritt gave him a look before he replied, "Mercenary. What about you?"

    "What a coincidence, so am I." With a grin, Eugene nced at the man with the bandage on his arm, "What¡¯s wrong with your hand?"

    Carl said with a straight face, expressionless. "I fell."

    Eugene whistled, "Ouch. A fall that can break your wrist. That must really hurt."

    Machine gunner, Lambert, stepped forward and red at him. Looking at Pritt, he said in a deep voice, "Are you here to look for a fight?"

    Eugene raised his eyebrows, ignoring his provocation.

    Lambert was annoyed and was about to start a fight, but the next second, a voice came from beside him.

    "I advise you not to cause any trouble."

    "If you don¡¯t want to be hanged."

    Lambert¡¯s expression froze, and the other three all looked at the direction of the voice, only to see a man standing there with a bulging nose.

    Pritt nced at Lambert, gave him a look, and thetter reluctantly held back and backed away.

    The tense atmosphere eased a little.

    Coincidentally, a man who looked like a guard walked in, looked around at everyone, and asked expressionlessly. "Who is Vanus?"

    The man who stopped the conflict earlier raised his hand. "I am."

    The guard didn¡¯t talk nonsense, and said straight to the point. "Come with me."

    Vanus nodded, put down the lunch box in his hand, and got up and followed behind the guard.

    The atmosphere in the room changed a little.

    Pritt looked at Eugene and asked, "Who¡¯s that person?"

    "You mean him?" Eugene nced at the man who followed the guard out of the brick factory, and clicked his tongue, "He¡¯s not an ordinary man,"

    Pritt frowned. "What do you mean?"

    Eugene smirked."Nothing about him is ordinary, ever heard of the Army?"

    Pritt nodded.

    The Army had been fighting the people of the Great Rift Valley in the north for a year, and the refugees from the north had not stopped. Rumors about the expeditionary force could always be heard in the taverns of Boulder Town, but most of them were not very reliable.

    Some people said that they had won half a year ago, and the Army¡¯s forces were now stationed in River Valley Province. Some others said that they had lost so thoroughly that even their general was captured. There were also people saying that General as died fighting on the front line, and now a new general was leading the battle. And some more outrageous rumors even said that the people of the Army saw that the Great Rift Valley could not be defeated, so they decided to march south to invade Clearspring City.

    But there was one thing that no one doubted, and that was that those people were indeed very strong!

    "I heard that the people from the Army have a bulge in the middle of their nose bridge..." Recalling the man¡¯s facial features, Pritt said in his heart, "Is he from the Army?"

    Eugene looked at him and said in a strange voice, "Yes, and he was a Brigade Commander."

    <em>A Brigade Commander!</em>

    Lambert gasped in shock, and Jerry and Carl looked at each other, expressions on their faces wereplicated.

    Although they had never seen the Army¡¯s forces with their own eyes, they had heard many rumors about the Army.

    To capture a Brigade Commander, those people must have defeated at least one Army¡¯s brigade.

    Pritt swallowed hard, feeling his index finger tremble.

    <em>What kind of people did we just mess with?</em>

    If there was still a hint of dissatisfaction before, regretting that he didn¡¯t put on the exoframe to break out before giving up, he felt fortunate he didn¡¯t go crazy and tried to fight those monsters.

    Those blue coats were probably more terrifying than he imagined!

    <em>Thank goodness that I didn¡¯t resist to the end. It¡¯s really good to be alive¡­</em>

    Meanwhile, outside the brick factory.

    Following the guard¡¯s footsteps and walking towards the north gate of Wend Park, Vanus nced around and couldn¡¯t help asking, "Where are we going?"

    The guard said nkly. "Administrator wants to see you,"

    Vanus reminded cautiously, ¡°This isn¡¯t the outpost."

    The guard frowned. "The administrator went to Longevity Town before noon¡­ All you need to do is to follow me, why do you have so many questions?!"

    Hearing the reprimand, Vanus immediately closed his mouth, but he was slightly relieved.

    When he first came out, he was still a little nervous, thinking that the guard wanted to kill him.

    At least he didn¡¯t need to die.

    ...

    In the meantime, on level B2 of Shelter 117.

    Inside a huge artificial greenhouse, Yaya, who was standing next to the hydroponic tank, stroked her chin solemnly, frowning slightly. "As I expected. There really is a problem here."

    Teng Teng yawned with a helpless expression on her face. "Are you sure?"

    About two hours ago, when she was about to start work, Yaya suddenly pulled her over without exining anything.

    To be honest, she didn¡¯t think at all that the clues that the pros on the forum had not discovered could be found by them so easily.

    As aid back Lifestyle Profession yer, she preferred to wait for the strategy toe out beforeing back to explore thest 10% instead of waiting time finding out on her own...

    "I¡¯m sure, I¡¯m definitely not wrong!" Yaya said with a serious face, "Don¡¯t forget that I am a perception type yer!"

    Hearing this, Teng Teng¡¯s expression underwent a slight change.

    <em>Perception type?</em>

    <em>Aren¡¯t you a mushroom type...</em>

    Not noticing Teng Teng¡¯s strange expression, Yaya¡¯s index finger moved along the side of the hydroponic tank, and quickly found out what was giving her the strange feeling.

    She discovered a small pale green trace on the side of the hydroponic box!

    "Toxin?!"

    Yaya suddenly realized something, and she quickly leaned in to observe carefully.

    The trace was very thin, like a web produced by a spider. If it weren¡¯t for her 10-point perception, plus the talent of Toxin Intuition, she would have missed it!

    Yaya instantly became excited.

    <em>Can¡¯t go wrong!</em>

    <em>It¡¯s toxins!</em>

    Following along the intermittent traces, she soon came to the side of a wall.

    Following closely behind Yaya, Teng Teng was confused. "Is there anything here?"

    "My talent is poison detection, and there is dried poison on the ground... But the clue is broken here. Could it be inside the wall?"

    Yaya reached out and knocked on the wall twice.

    However, perhaps because the wall was too thick, just by listening to the sound, it was impossible to determine whether there was something hidden behind it.

    Teng Teng said suspiciously, "This is just a very ordinary wall. Are you sure¡­"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Yaya, who was groping with both hands on the wall, suddenly seemed to touch some mechanism, and the wall made a clear clicking sound.

    Immediately afterwards, the seemingly t alloy wall suddenly revealed a gap and began to move smoothly to both sides, revealing the passage behind it.

    <em>This wall is actually a secret door!</em>

    The two yers standing in front of the wall were stunned.

    Teng Teng swallowed and whispered to herself. "Did¡­ Did we just discover the hidden map?"

    The hidden map that even the pros hadn¡¯t discovered, was actually found by them so easily?!

    Although it was mainly Yaya¡¯s credit¡­ But it was clearly not the time to discuss who did the work! They did their fair share!

    Looking at the passage hidden behind the wall, Yaya¡¯s face was full of excitement, and she hugged Teng Teng happily.

    "Easter egg! It¡¯s the easter egg!"

    "MUAHAHA, as expected of me, I actually found it!"

    "Hmm! Hmmm! Hmm!"

    Teng Teng, whose head was buried in Yaya¡¯s chest, made muffled cries which wentpletely unheard.

    She hadn¡¯t seen the easter egg yet, but her HP bar seemed to be dropping from all the psychological damage she was suffering.

 Chapter 187.1: What Year is it Now?

    The passageway hidden behind the wall was dark.

    In fact, it wasn¡¯t just ck. It was so dark that not even the outlines could be seen.

    The entire ce didn¡¯t seem to be connected to the outside world. Although something like a light-emitting strip was stuck to the corner, there was no response when people approached it.

    With the light from their VM, Yaya and Teng Teng explored the passage with excitement and anxiety.

    Teng Teng, with a red nose, rubbed her arms with both hands, and nced left and right. "It¡¯s so cold here... Why does it feel like the temperature here is lower than outside?"

    "It really is a bit cold... Also, it feels so creepy..." Yaya hunched up her shoulders and looked at the front nervously, "Do you think something strange would suddenly pop out?"

    "Like?"

    "Maybe, a ghost or something..."

    <em>What kind of nonsense is this?</em>Hearing her foolish thought, Teng Teng sighed, "No way, it¡¯s a sci-fi game after all. Even if there¡¯s something, it should be something like Crunchers, Leeches, or big spiders, right?"

    "Hey! Don¡¯t scare me..." Yaya stopped suddenly, not daring to go forward.

    Teng Teng looked back at her helplessly. "Are you serious? I was just joking... Aren¡¯t you a perception type yer? And your level is not low, right? Even if there is such a thing, your perception attribute should have already warned you."

    Yaya¡¯s face flushed red and she muttered, "I... I¡¯m not very good at fighting, and my experience is all umted while mushroom gathering..." she said in a low voice after acting coy for a while.

    <em>Although her level has risen, herbat experience is almost 0...</em>

    Teng Teng tried to understand it from her perspective. "It¡¯s okay, so am I... But I thought that you are someone who has died once, so you should have some experience in this area."

    Yaya said with a sad face, "Although that¡¯s true, I don¡¯t want to die. Do you know how hard the nights are when I can¡¯t log into the game?"

    <em>Indeed.</em>

    Teng Teng couldn¡¯t imagine how boring her nights would be without ying Wastnd Online.

    <em>This game is really addictive.</em>

    Since she got the helmet, her social needs in reality almostpletely dropped to 0. She disappearedpletely after getting off work, and no one would send messages to harass her again; even if there were, she wouldn¡¯t be able to read them.

    A world where she didn¡¯t have to deal withplex rtionships and could do what she wanted without any scruples was simply too amazing!

    With her hands on Yaya¡¯s back, Teng Teng pushed her forward and urged, "Yes yes yes... let¡¯s hurry up; otherwise it will be toote to reveal the easter eggs."

    "Okay, okay, don¡¯t push me."

    If there was really something ahead, the noises they created would have already caused them to be noticed.

    Teng Teng, whose lips were curled upwards slightly, didn¡¯t seem panicked at all.

    <em>If something really appears¡­ Yaya has a lot of meat, so it should take monsters some time to finish eating her, right?</em>

    <em>So please go die you big boobs alien, hmph!</em>

    <em>I, Teng Teng, will go out and call for reinforcements to avenge you!</em>

    The corridor soon came to an end.

    Passing through a door, the two quietly walked into a room of about twenty or thirty square meters.

    It was like a warehouse, with twenty nurturing cabins on disy.

    Seeing these nurturing cabins, Yaya¡¯s eyes suddenly turned into silver coins. "nurturing cabin!"

    A well-preserved nurturing cabin could sell for 50 to 100 silver coins!

    Turning her head to look at Teng Teng, Yaya¡¯s eyes sparkled. "Teng Teng, we can split it!"

    "What are you talking about, we can¡¯t take the things here away... But this should be the Easter eggs."

    All 20 nurturing cabins were closed.

    Teng Teng walked over and nced inside the closed hatch cover closely. However, what she saw next made her little face turn pale, and her lips tremble. "De-dead..." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The dry corpse was wearing a blue coat, and the organic matter inside had almost decayed, leaving only ayer of dry skin and mildew.

    Fear rose in her heart and she subconsciously took a half step back, but the back of her head suddenly hit a ball of soft mass.

    "There are so many corpses, is it because the nurturing cabin is powered off?" Yaya, who was standing behind Teng Teng, wasn¡¯t scared. Stroking her chin with her right hand, she stared at the mummified corpse in the nurturing cabin, lost in thought.

    Seeing that Yaya was soposed, Teng Teng couldn¡¯t help swallowing and whispered nervously. "You, aren¡¯t you afraid?"

    Yaya tilted her head and mumbled, "Hmm... If I have to say it, I¡¯m notpletely fearless. Even if the filter is added, the model is quite realistic, but this is a game after all, right?"

    "But, even if it is a game..." Yaya continued as a matter of factly, "And there¡¯s nothing to be afraid of what¡¯s already dead, it¡¯s not a moving monster. Anyway, it¡¯s much better than a slimy mutant leech."

    "..."

    <em>What the hell?!</em>

    She didn¡¯t feel any better at all.

    While talking, Yaya had already walked to the side of another nurturing cabin.

    As she muttered something in a low voice, she shone the light of the VM on the floor, searching for something that she could not see.

    Suddenly, as if she had found something, she quickly walked to the other side in surprise.

    "Teng Teng,e here! This way!"

    Teng Teng¡¯s eyes widened in shock and she squealed, "I¡¯m not going there. Tell me what¡¯s there first!"

    "Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s not a corpse! The person inside seems to be alive!"

    "?!"

    Hearing that there was a living person, Teng Teng hurried over.

    It was at that moment that Yaya, who was fumbling with both hands on the nurturing cabin, seemed to have touched a switch.

    With a soft whistle, cold gas leaked from the gap between the hatch cover and the pod of the nurturing cabin as the frost-covered hatch slowly opened.

    Teng Teng noticed that in the ice coffin-like pody a woman dressed in a blue coat.

    She looked young, about twenty or so, with a slender figure. She was shorter than Yaya but taller than Teng Teng. The feature that was especially striking was her long silver-white hair and blue eyes.

    As the hatch opened, the woman also woke up from her slumber.

    However, it seemed that because she just woke up, her expression was a little dull. Only after a long while did she nce around nkly.

    After her eyes fell on Yaya, who was the closest to her, the woman lying in the cabin spoke in a hoarse voice, "What year is it now?"

    Teng Teng and Yaya nced at each other.

    "What did she say?"

    "It seems like she said something about it being now?"

    asionally, nomads woulde to her stall to buy mushrooms, so Yaya learned a few phrases, but she didn¡¯t know the grammar.

    Teng Teng suddenly had an idea. She hurriedly approached, and gestured three numbers with her fingers.

    "211?" The woman looked nk, but she seemed to understand what Teng Teng tried to tell her; there was a hint of relief in her eyes.

    "The 211th year of the Wastnd Era?"

    <em>I slept for more than 20 years...</em>

    <em>That¡¯s really long enough.</em>

    Staring at Yaya for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up. She raised her weak arm and held Yaya¡¯s right hand. "DNA... Can you lend me some? I want to study it."

    Yaya looked bewildered.

    <em>Uh what did she say...</em>

    <em>Was she trying to say thank you?</em>

    "... You¡¯re wee?"

    Seemingly realizing her abruptness from Yaya¡¯s confused expression, the woman took her hand back embarrassedly and said with a light cough. "Sorry... I have an upational habit."

    Teng Teng and Yaya looked at each other and whispered softly.

    "What do we do now?"

    "It seems that the hidden mission has been triggered."

    "But there are no subtitles... By the way, do you understand what she was saying?"

    "No!"

    "Then... Let¡¯s take her to the guards first."

    The two reached a consensus.

    "That¡¯s the only way."

    ...

 Chapter 187.2: What Year is it Now?

    On the road to Longevity Town.

    Vanus sat in the back of the truck, his shoulders bumping up and down. ncing at the road outside, he spoke to the young guard sitting next to him, "Did you guys already clear out everything along this path?"

    "Yes." Although he didn¡¯t want to pay attention to the prisoner, Lu Bei thought of the administrator¡¯s instructions to him, and replied impatiently.

    Vanus couldn¡¯t help but praise, "A wise choice... Few survivors who live in settlements would go to great lengths to repair those roads, but they don¡¯t know that this is the greatest wealth left to them by the pre-war society."

    Every time the army upied an area, the first thing they did was to repair the road connecting that area, and if conditions permitted, they would build a railway.

    Although it was extremely difficult to maintain a stable traffic route in the wastnd, only by ensuring smooth logistics could thebat effectiveness of the front-line troops be guaranteed.

    To ensure smooth logistics, they even arranged for young junior officers to patrol the army¡¯s roadwork with light infantry made up of clones.

    It just so happened that Vanus discovered that the people who were clearing the road were all his subordinates as they slowly passed by. His expression suddenly became slightlyplicated, and he stopped talking immediately.

    The only thing that made him feel relieved was that his subordinates seemed to be well taken care of.At least they were all wearing thick clothes, and they didn¡¯t seem to have been brutally abused. However, they all looked kind of lost.

    Enjoying his defeated expression, Lu Bei snorted and said nothing.

    <em>What a joke!</em>

    <em>Does the wise administrator need you to teach him how to do things?</em>

    <em>Stupid captive!</em>

    The journey was not far, plus it was a nearly straight road, there was not much ce to slow down in the middle, so the truck arrived at the station very soon.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Pushing the butt of his gun against Vanus¡¯s back, Lu Bei signaled him to get out of the truck.

    Vanus didn¡¯t say anything. He didn¡¯t even think about escaping in the hellish weather. He simply jumped out of the truck obediently.

    Following him out of the truck, Lu Bei carried the rifle on his back, stepped on the snow to the south gate of Longevity Town, and gave a military salute to the guards on duty at the gate.

    "By the order of the administrator, I brought the captive."

    The slightly older guard looked at him and nodded. "Good job, the administrator is in the house in the middle, you can bring him over."

    "Yes!"

    Lu Bei turned around in a good spirit, and waved to Vanus, signaling him to approach. "Listen, I¡¯m taking you to see the administrator now, you¡¯d better pay attention to your words and how you behave."

    Vanus replied obediently, "Okay, I will."

    It had been a while since thest meeting, and he also wanted to see the person who once defeated him on the battlefield again.

    Although the one who defeated him on the frontal battlefield was Lu Yang, he did not have much respect in his heart for those profiteers who relied on the strength of their equipment to barely stand against him.

    On the contrary, it was the survivors, who were not afraid of death and rushed to the nks of his position, that left a deeper impression on him.

    When he was in the captive camp before, Vanus heard from his squad leader how brave those survivors were on the battlefield.

    They were as agile as normal people, but they were more fearless than the clone infantry. It was as if they were not afraid of death.

    What kind of charismatic leader was he that could make his soldiers have such a noble spirit of sacrifice and enthusiasm?

    After this period of hard work andmunication with the brick factory workers, Vanus found some answers, but more confusion followed.

    Intuition told Vanus that maybe only that person could answer the questions in his heart.

    Through the gate, Vanus followed in the footsteps of the young guard, and soon came to a concrete house.

    Through the half-closed windows, a roaring fire could be seen.

    Lu Bei stepped forward and knocked on the door. After getting the reply, he brought Vanus in.

    There were a lot of people sitting in the room, including Luca, who was in charge, the captain of the guard, and two people he had never met or knew. They seemed to be discussing something.

    Vanus noticed that when he entered the house, everyone looked at him.

    Especially the tall man who he didn¡¯t know, after seeing his nose, there was a trace of anger in his pupils. The other man, who looked a little thin and dressed as a nomad, had a trace of fear in his eyes.

    Vanus probably had some idea in mind.

    He felt that they were most probably refugees. One was andless survivor, and the other was estimated to be a migratory herdsman. And they most likely came from the northern or central areas.

    He had seen a lot of such people when his force marched south. Basically, they would turn around and run away when they saw his g.

    Walking in front of the administrator, Lu Bei straightened his back, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully, even reverently, "Sir, I¡¯ve brought you the person you asked for!"

    Seeing the guard who looked only a little older than a child, Chu Guang nodded in appreciation. "Very well, he can stay here, you can leave and take a rest."

    "Yes, sir!" When leaving the room, Lu Bei closed the door.

    As the wooden door closed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down, except for the crackling of the firewood in the firece.

    Vanus¡¯ Adam¡¯s apple bobbed up and down, hesitating whether he should take the initiative to say something.

    Before he could reach a decision, the administrator sitting on the main seat looked away from him and looked at the nomad who had fear written on his face.

    "Go on."

    "Yes, sir..."

    ncing at Vanus who was standing by the door, the nomad swallowed and continued cautiously.

    "We passed through the northern part of the River Valley Province, where the situation was terrible beyond description. The hills there were sunk by shells, the hard ground was turned into a quagmire, and there were corpses everywhere, attracting vultures, hyenas, Crunchers and even Deathws..."

    "The people of the Great Rift Valley refused to take us in. We dared not stay there, so we had to bypass the battlefield along the west side and continue to the south. However, the situation on the south side was also very bad, and the routed soldiers of the army were fleeing in all directions. We were unlucky enough to run into 2 of them, and it cost us 5 people to kill one and control the other. After inquiring, we learned that the people of the Great Rift Valley had won, the army¡¯s expeditionary force had copsed, and General as was killed in the chaos."

    <em>The expeditionary force was defeated?</em>

    Vanus had a nk expression on his face.

    However, for some unknown reason, when he heard the news, there was no trace of shock in his heart. He clearly believed that General as was invincible until half a month ago, but now he felt a sense of relief.

    <em>It¡¯s finally over.</em>

    Jiu Li, who was standing in the room, nced at Vanus, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, showing a trace of mockery. But he didn¡¯t expect that the person couldn¡¯t be bothered with him, so he could only look back in disappointment.

    Chu Guang stared at the nomad and asked, "Is the news reliable?"

    The nomad responded meekly. "I¡¯m sorry sir, I don¡¯t know, but it should be urate... After all, it was said by the soldiers of the Army."

    <em>Since it¡¯s said by the soldiers of the army.</em>

    <em>They should know what they¡¯re talking about.</em>

    Chu Guang fell into deep thought.

    At this time, the captain of the guard, Wrench, who was standing by the side, stepped forward and said with a serious expression. "Sir, if the army¡¯s rout continues south, we¡¯ll probably encounter those locusts soon. I suggest digging trenches and fortifying north of Longevity Town, deploying patrols further north, and establishing outposts at Elm District and the northern urban area respectively."

    Luca also advised. "I think so too."

    Building lines of defense and expanding the scope of patrols were the most basic solution, and it was something he must do. But no matter what, this winter would be more lively than he imagined.

    Chu Guang nodded in agreement, then looked at the nomad and continued, "Did you see anything else along the way?"

    The nomad frowned for a while, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly said. "When we were passing Heavenly Water City, we heard a rumor from the survivors who were trying to form a settlement there. ¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s true."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Don¡¯t worry, tell us what you heard."

    The nomad continued cautiously. "They said that in the midwest of the River Valley Province, a huge marauder tribe was rising rapidly. Some people said that they had absorbed part of the Army¡¯s routed soldiers, and others said that they were the Army¡¯s routed soldiers. They would burn, kill, loot, andmit all kinds of evil acts."

    Chu Guang frowned and asked, "What do they call themselves?"

    The nomad said in a low voice. "Bonechewer, sir, I remember they are called Bonechewer."

    "It must be the Army¡¯s troops!" Jiu Li scolded, "Those bugs are like the gue, wherever they go will bepletely ruined by them!"

    Vanus didn¡¯t dare to say anything, trying to pretend that he didn¡¯t exist.

    Luca looked at Chu Guang and whispered. "Sir, the chaos is spreading, and I have an ominous premonition."

    <em>Do I need you to tell me something like this?</em>

    Tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair with his index finger, Chu Guang stared at the uneasy nomad in front of him and fell into contemtion.

    This group of nomads, like Iron Axe Wu, also migrated from the north, but they were obviously not the same tribe.

    More than 50 people were not too many. However, based on less than 30% of thebor force they had, it could be seen that they must have had many battles before they arrived here.

    But what Chu Guang was more interested in was that in addition to bringing 5 yaks, these people also kept a certain number of poultry.

    It was an absolute surprise for him.

    He hadn¡¯t eaten tea eggs for a long time, and he didn¡¯t know if the taste of eggs boiled with psychoid leaves would be good.

    After a long time, Chu Guang said, "Your tribe is allowed to migrate to Linghu Wend Park and stay with other nomadic tribes who migrated here."

    The man was relieved, kneeling on the spot gratefully. "Thank you, sir! My tribe and I have decided that we will serve you until we die!"

    "You are called Spear, right? In order to avoid any confusion, it is better to have a name that contains more than two words. Since you came here during winter, you will be called Frost Spear from now on." Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, Chu Guang continued, "I will confirm your loyalty with my eyes. As for now, stand up. We don¡¯t kneel here. You don¡¯t need to kneel when you see me, just put your right fist on your left chest."

    "Yes, sir! Thank you for giving me a name!" Frost Spear, who received the name, left happily.

    It didn¡¯t matter what the name was.

    The key was who gave it to him.

    In the culture of most tribesmen and refugees in the wastnd, the bestowment of a name meant eptance. They would pass on part of their name from generation to generation until their bloodline ended.

    As soon as the door opened and closed again, a cold gust blew into the room.

    Chu Guang then looked at Vanus who was standing beside the door and said, "Now, let¡¯s discuss the problem with you."

 Chapter 188.1: Officer and Researcher

    In the preparation room of Shelter 117.

    Holding a cup of hot water to warm her body, the woman who finally figured out the situation calmed down, then looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table. "Can I see your administrator?"

    The two guards looked at each other, and then the slightly older one looked at her cautiously and said. "We will report this matter to the administrator... Could you please rify your identity, are you a resident here?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Hyrja, Ph.D. in Bioengineering, from the Year 190 of the Wastnd Era... You don¡¯t look like a shelter resident."

    The guard nodded. "I¡¯m indeed not, the two blue coats who brought you here just now are, but the administrator treats us equally."

    Hyrja¡¯s expression suddenly became tense. "Are you Torch?"

    "Torch?"

    "What is that?" The two guards asked in confusion.

    Seeing the reactions of the two guards, Hyrja breathed a sigh of relief, slowly loosening her tensed shoulders, and leaning back on the chair.She muttered to herself, "It¡¯s nothing... It¡¯s great that they are not..."

    <em>Twenty years have passed after all.</em>

    The older guard frowned. "What are you saying?"

    Hyrja paused and said, "I will exin the situation to your administratorter. This is my obligation... Speaking of which, which shelter are you from?"

    "404."

    <em>404?</em>

    Hyrja¡¯s eyes widened in shock and she was a little bewildered.

    <em>Was there a shelter like that in the vicinity of Clearspring City?</em>

    She originally thought that the shelter near Shelter 117 would be Shelter 116 or Shelter 115¡­

    ...

    In the meantime, in Longevity Town.

    <em>Discuss the problem with me?</em>

    Hearing what Chu Guang said, Vanus¡¯s expression suddenly became tense. However, Chu Guang¡¯s next sentence made him feel a little relieved.

    "The expeditionary force has failed, General as has been killed, and now the war is over, you can write to your family. You only need to pay a ransom of 2 million Dinar for our losses in the war, and then you can go home."

    Hearing the number, Vanus almost choked on his own saliva. He coughed dryly. "Sir, even if I sold all my property, it would be impossible for me to scrape together so much money."

    2000 Dinar could buy 1 able-bodied ve, 2 million Dinar would mean that they could get 1000 ves.

    Those weren¡¯t the cheap ass clone ves who had short lifespans either. Those were real survivors who had a full lifespan and could do good work.

    1000 ves...

    One at least had to be a Division Commander with a fief to have such strong financial resources.

    He could gather 200,000 Dinar at most, but that would mean that he had to sell everything he had.

    Not surprised by Vanus¡¯ answer, Chu Guang continued, "In that case, I need to train a group of recruits here. Do me a favor and I can give you a discount on the ransom."

    Vanus froze for a moment.

    <em>Training new recruits?</em>

    <em>¡­ Me?</em>

    Seeing that he didn¡¯t speak, Chu Guang continued, "Any questions?"

    "No, sir...Thank you very much for your trust," after a pause, Vanus said, "May I know the reason?"

    Chu Guang said without hesitation. "As you have heard, a huge marauder tribe is on the rise. If we are lucky, they will attack us early next year. If not, maybe we will meet before the end of winter. If you don¡¯t want a group of barbarians as your new master, you¡¯d better show us some real skills."

    "I¡¯ll give you ten people first. If the training goes well, I¡¯ll give you 10%off your ransom, and then I¡¯ll give you ten more, and so on. If you¡¯re doing well, maybe I¡¯ll just waive your ransom. Whether you can go home early or not depends on your own performance."

    Vanus¡¯ Adam¡¯s apple bobbed up and down again, and aplicated look appeared in his eyes.

    He looked surprised and seemed to be stuck in a state of disbelief. There were also other emotions that were hard to suppress.

    He nodded slightly and said respectfully. "I¡¯m at your disposal, sir."

    He suddenly understood why that man could gain the loyalty of so many people.

    Looking at the obedient Vanus, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction. "You may leave now."

    "Yes."

    After Vanus left, Jiu Li, who was standing beside him, looked at Chu Guang nervously. "Sir, are you sure you want to make an Army¡¯s member an instructor of our men?"

    In the central and even northern parts of the River Valley Province, those people with the bulge in the middle of their nose bridges were synonymous with demons and the source of gues and disasters.

    He couldn¡¯t trust someone from the Army no matter what, let alone a mid-level officer.

    As for Wrench and Luca, they didn¡¯t feel much. The people of the Army were almost invisible in the south of the River Valley Province, and they hated the local marauders and mutant humans more.

    While it may seem odd to have a captive as an instructor, they themselves were marauder captives and ves to begin with.

    Moreover, that was the judgment of the administrator, so they had no doubt that his decision was correct.

    Looking at Jiu Li who had a look of distrust, Chu Guang said bluntly. "Why not? Yes, they are our enemies on the battlefield, but they can also be useful as captives. The Army¡¯s force is not in the River Valley Province at the moment, so we will not have direct conflict for the time being. Our conflict with them is not a bloody feud. Plus, he has reformed well during this time. Since he can be recognized by the workers, I think he should be given a chance."

    There were many things about the Army¡¯s tactics that were worthy of learning. Chu Guang also needed an instructor to train a group of junior officers to be proficient in logistics, light infantry tactics, positional warfare, and mobile warfare.

    Vanus, who had received military education since childhood and was a mid-level army officer, was undoubtedly a suitable candidate.

    It was unrealistic to let prisoners lead troops, but there was no problem in giving lectures and training to NPCs. The only thing that needed to be ovee was their psychological obstacle.

    Inrge-scale battles, NPCs and yers had to cooperate tacitly to maximize the yers¡¯bat effectiveness.

    Sooner orter they would meet stronger opponents than marauders.

    Of course, although that was the case, that didn¡¯t mean Chu Guang fully trusted the guy.

    He would arrange for two guards who were loyal enough to serve as supervisors while learning from the man. If it was found that this guy had any ill intentions, or did some unnecessary things, those survivors who regard him as the savior would report to him as soon as possible.

    When that happened, he would naturally appear to handle things.

    "... In my ce, things like identity don¡¯t matter at all, it¡¯s the same for everyone."

    "I hope you will remember what I have said."

    His words were not just directed to Vanus, but also to the refugee representative.

    Jiu Li¡¯s shoulders shook slightly.

    Although he still couldn¡¯t trust the Army¡¯s men, he still lowered his head.

    "Yes, sir."

    ...

    After the rest of the people left, Chu Guang kept Luca behind to learn about the recent situation in Longevity Town.

    In general, the naturalization of refugees was progressing smoothly. Nearly 20 refugees who had obtained jobs had been allowed to enter the town.

    These included two butchers, three tanners, and artisans such as carpenters, tailors, and masons.

    There were nearly 50 workers, and the procedures were also in process to add more jobs.

    The refugee camp was just a buffer, Chu Guang didn¡¯t intend to keep those refugees at the east gate all the time. Letting them stay there was just so that chaos wouldn¡¯t break out in the outpost.

    Anyone could enter Longevity Town and be a legally settled resident as long as they proved their worth through work.

    After listening to Luca¡¯s report, Chu Guang thought for a moment and said. "There seems to be more refugees recently."

    Luca said respectfully, "Yes, sir, in the past week, more than twenty people havee in three batches. This does not include the Frost Spear and his fifty-odd people you met just now."

    It seemed that the days of unrest had indeed brought a lot of trouble to the survivors of River Valley Province.

    Especially the Bonechewer tribe...

    Chu Guang¡¯s fist clenched slightly.

    At this moment, the signal light of the VM he was wearing on his arm suddenly shed.

    With a slight movement in his heart, Chu Guang immediately opened it.

    The message was from Little Seven.

    "Master, your yers seem to have found a living person in Shelter 117?"

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment before he responded, "A living person?!"

    Little Seven¡¯s reply quickly came, "Yes... Her name is Hyrja, she ims to be a resident of Shelter 117, and says she has something important and needs to talk to you face-to-face."

    Looking at the text sent by Little Seven, and before Chu Guang could recover from his surprise, three lines of light blue pop-ups suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

    <strong>[Mission Complete]</strong>

    <strong>[Shelter 404 level B3 permission has been unlocked]</strong>

    <strong>[Please take a look at the rewards]</strong>

    ...

 Chapter 188.2: Officer and Researcher

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect his yers to be so awesome.

    He originally thought that it would take them two or three days to find the remaining 10% of the map, but he didn¡¯t expect them to find it in 24 hours.

    <em>This is great! But¡­ How did they do it?</em>

    However, Chu Guang didn¡¯t rush to check level B3. After all, it wouldn¡¯t run away.

    Back at the outpost, Chu Guang followed the guards to the reception room and saw the popsicle that was said to be from 20 years ago.

    "Sir, it¡¯s her."

    "I see." Signaling the guards to leave, Chu Guang sat down opposite her, his eyes falling on her striking white hair.

    Chu Guang thought for a while, and asked an irrelevant question, "Is your hair dyed or is that its natural color?"

    "It¡¯s a DNA defect. I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but unfortunately I was born in a shelter... But that¡¯s not the point," the woman took a deep breath and extended her right hand to Chu Guang, "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hyrja, a resident of Shelter 117¡­ Probably the only surviving registered resident."Chu Guang noticed that she emphasized the status of a registered resident.

    <em>Are there undocumented residents out there?</em>

    However, none of those things mattered to him.

    The point was her hair color, it looked like she was a super ultra rare character!

    If he stuffed her into the Alpha 0.9 update, wouldn¡¯t his yers be singing his praises?

    Yin Fang finally didn¡¯t have to worry about someone harassing him, and soon he would feel the feeling of falling out of favor.

    There were no creatures that loved new things and disliked the old more than yers.

    Noticing a pair of confused eyes looking at him, Chu Guang cleared his throat, put on a serious expression, and looked at her. "Chu Guang, the administrator of Shelter 404, I have confirmed your identity from my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."

    Burying the tip of her nose between her palms, Hyrja took a deep breath and raised her head to look at Chu Guang. "It was a disaster. It might take a while for me to exin everything clearly."

    "It¡¯s okay, in the wastnd, all we have is time."

    "You¡¯re right." A helpless smile appeared on her face, she organized her thoughts for a moment, and then said slowly, "For you, it was more than 20 years ago, but for me, it felt like it just happened yesterday..."

    As introduced, Shelter 117 was amunity-based shelter, and in principle, there was no refrigerated dormancy facility.

    Facilities like that mainly served some residents who were unwilling to ept frozen dormancy and wished to stay with their family members, as well as those who couldn¡¯t adapt to the frozen dormancy and were allergic to cryogens and thawing agents.

    After all, although the frozen dormancy technology was avable, the longest freezing period was only 50 years. No one could guarantee that there would be no side effects for the dormancy period if it stretched longer than that.

    Rather than spending their life fearing an unpredictable future, some people were more willing to spend thest good time in a shelter with their family, and leave the future to the people in the future.

    After the war broke out, a total of 100 residents entered the shelter. Among them were teachers, doctors, professors, business executives,wyers, etc., all of them were elites with higher education. After entering the shelter, they also performed their respective duties as nned, continuing the utopia for a long time.

    However, in the face of time, nothing wouldst forever.

    With the first newborn and the eldest dying, the survivors of old age inevitably fell into decline.

    Mathematical models could only predict macro samples, not love. Even though all survivors were well educated and the poption was carefully controlled, the poption was still growing at a much faster rate than expected, and space and resources eventually came to a crisis, and the crisis led to divisions.

    Some residents of the new generation believed that there was no hope in the future if they continued to stay in the shelter and they had to leave.

    Calling themselves ¡®Torch¡¯, they hoped to promote the transformation of the shelter, carrying the tools left to them by the pre-war civilization, and fulfilling their future mission ahead of schedule.

    However, other older residents believed that the outside world was worse than in the shelter, and it was a suicide to leave. They believed that they should wait patiently for the preset years to arrive, pass on the knowledge to the next generation, and then open the doors to the new era as nned.

    Disagreement deteriorated rapidly in the 180th year of the Wastnd Era, and it finally reached the breaking point when a Torch member opened the gate without authorization and rescued a wastnd child.

    The member¡¯s name was Wang Yi.

    The young child was smart and eager to learn, and under the care of the Torch members, he quickly became their core figure.

    In the 190th year of the Wastnd Era, a rebellion broke out, and many people died. The worst thing was that the fuel rods of the reactor were damaged. Even if the then administrator, Seven Vird, was reluctant, he had topromise and open the gates of the shelter. He even told the Torch members that as soon as they found the fuel rods, they would be given a portion of the pre-war stockpile so that they could carry out their mission.

    Shelter 117 would be closed again as nned and would continue to wait for the nned time.

    Unfortunately, Torch did not keep their promise, they blocked the gate of the shelter, forcing Seven Vird to hand over the remaining ck boxes.

    Due to theck of fuel, the full cirction system had be unsustainable, and the remaining people had to enter the emergency room.

    There were only 20 nurturing cabins there.

    In order to give the opportunity to others, administrator Seven Vird chose to stay behind.

    After hearing the story, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help asking. "Seven Vird... How old was he?"

    Hyrja looked bewildered and shook her head. "I don¡¯t know, he¡¯d been alive as long as I could remember."

    <em>All right.</em>

    Chu Guang let this question go. "But the others died anyway."

    Hyrja nodded. "Yes, most of our ancestors couldn¡¯t adapt to cryo-dormancy technology. In fact, strictly speaking, I am also the same, but I am not exactly the same as them."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Saying that, Hyrja showed Chu Guang her arm.

    A silver trace could be seen on her vein.

    Chu Guang frowned. "Prosthetic modification?"

    Hyrja nodded. "Yes, because of the DNA defect, my body modification has reached 79%. Basically, all the organs you can name, I¡¯ve reced them with artificial organs. I think¡­ I think this may be the reason why I survived."

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help asking, "How did you make bionic organs?"

    Hyrja exined. "The ck box, the product of The Ark Project, is a magical thing. You only need to input a few basic raw materials, and then you can get the product it has been programed to develop. Our ck boxes mainly produce bionic organs, but they were all taken away by Torch¡¯s members during that rebellion."

    Hearing that they had been taken away, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but sigh

    All of that happened twenty years ago.

    Even if he could find them now, it was hard to say whether they could still be used or not!

    "Then what are your ns?"

    Hyrja looked nk and shook her head. "I don¡¯t know, but the administrator told us that if anyone survives, go find other shelters and tell them our story. By the way, there is an exoframe in our administrator¡¯s office, and he said that it can help us¡­¡±

    "I¡¯ve recovered it, including his VM." Looking at the lost woman, Chu Guang continued. "If you don¡¯t have a ce to go, join us. We just happen to need an expert who is well versed in biology."

    Hyrja was dazed for a moment, then nodded lightly. "I have no opinion, although my research may not be able to help you..."

    Speaking halfway, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became one of embarrassment. "By the way, there is something, I don¡¯t know if I can ask you."

    The helpful Chu Guang said with a smile. "Sure, what is it?"

    Hyrja smiled shyly and said politely. "Hmm... Can you lend me some of your DNA? I want to study it."

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes widened in shock.

    <em>?!?!</em>

    Just then, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

    "Pleasee in."

    The door opened.

    The deputy captain of the guard, Liu Ding, walked quickly into the reception room and said with a serious face, "Administrator, there is a neing from the south."

    <em>An airne?</em>

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly became serious, and he suddenly stood up.

    "Bring a few people there, and I¡¯ll be there soon!"

 Chapter 189.1: Watch Closely, This is How You Use Players

    In the south of Linhu Wend Park, a ne ejecting a light blue me flew over the abandoned urban area in the northern suburbs.

    After noticing the situation in the sky, Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard, moved out with the 5 fully armed yers from the south gate of the park in his exoskeleton.

    In addition to these 5 yers, more than 10 yers were led by another guard and prepared an ambush in the forest not far from the south gate of the wend park.

    In the event of an unforeseen encounter, both sides would cooperate with each other and provide firepower from different distances. With so many guns, it was more than enough to suppress a ne that had alreadynded.

    However, the other party didn¡¯t seem to have any ns to fight¡­

    After the ne stopped, a total of three people jumped off.

    Two of them wore exoskeletons and held X-2 drone assault rifles in their hands, and they looked like armed guards or bodyguards.

    The man in the middle, unarmed, wearing only a washed-out brown leather jacket, raised his hands to show that he was not armed, and walked toward the guards and the yers with a smile on his face. "Don¡¯t be nervous, I¡¯m just a man with a message. I want to meet your lord... Or does he have another title?"

    "You can call him the administrator."Holding a Sickle assault rifle in his hand, Liu Ding¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly. While staring at the man, he was watching the two bodyguards standing beside him with his peripheral vision.

    "Purpose of visit?"

    "I told you already, I¡¯m here to bring a message... By the way, your gun looks good, where did you buy it?"

    Seeing the expression of the guy wearing the exoskeleton bing more and more ugly, the man who imed to be the messenger finally restrained his joking expression, coughed and said, "Okay, no more joking, my employer wants to buy something from you... It¡¯s about the height of my knee, it¡¯s a box, the ck kind, and it was in the Shelter 117 administrator¡¯s office. If you are willing to sell, my employer is willing to pay fifty thousand chips¡­"

    Before the voice fell, the sound amplified through the speaker came from a distance. "You¡¯d better get out of here before I change my mind."

    Chu Guang, wearing an exoframe, with a Gauss Rifle on his shoulder, walked out from the south gate of Linghu Wend Park.

    Seeing his dark blue armor, the messenger didn¡¯t show any nervousness or surprise, but the two bodyguards beside him showed nervous expressions invariably and were ready to fight.

    <em>Gauss Rifle!</em>

    <em>With the pration power of the gun, as long as he hits the right position, it is enough to take down the ne!</em>

    <em>Not to mention the exoframe on him. Generally, bullets and fragmentation weapons would be barely enough to tickle him.</em>

    "Fifty thousand chips is quite a lot... Okay, I¡¯ll go. Guys, withdraw, we have to go back empty-handed now." The man who imed to be the messenger originally wanted to make ast effort, but he seemed to sense a dangerous aura from Chu Guang and immediately gave up his n.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t stop him.

    Intuition told Chu Guang that the ne should be rented by the person who came, or the boss backing him rented it, and it would be very troublesome if it was shot down. ??

    Boulder Town on the edge of the third-ring has yet to take him seriously. Maybe in the eyes of those people, a stronghold with only hundreds of people was not worthy of their attention. Without industry and trading power, it was like a pebble on the side of the road, and it was not fundamentally different from the Bloodhand n, which used to live near the elevated highway in the northern suburbs.

    The neighbor was not interested in him, so Chu Guang naturally didn¡¯t intend to take the initiative to provoke those people.

    The location of Shelter 404 was very awkward. It was stuck near the elevated road in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and there was little room for development.

    There was enough trouble from the north, and provoking the people from the south would put him in a battle on two fronts.

    After returning to the ne with the bodyguards, the man standing next to the cabin door raised his voice and said with a half serious and half joking tone, "Respected Lord of the Northern Suburbs, my master, an insignificant arms broker, wants me to give you a piece of advice."

    Chu Guang looked at him, "What is it?"

    The man continued with a smile. "Your force is very strong. I heard that you have even been involved in the conflict between the Army and the Enterprise. A man like you should go to wrestle with big shots like the ruler of Boulder Town. It is beyond our business scope to be your enemy."

    "My master said, if you n to keep that box, then we can only give up our ns... I believe that no smart mercenary dares toe here to disturb you for just those hundreds or thousands of chips. They will only humiliate themselves."

    After he said that, his tone suddenly changed, "However, the boss who entrusted us to recycle the box is not so easy to deal with. Even a big shot like the ruler of Boulder Town has to weigh the consequences of offending him. If that person is willing to use 50,000 chips to buy the ck box in your hands, I believe that the value of that thing in his heart is definitely far more than 50,000 chips."

    "100,000? Or 200,000? Whatever it is, he won¡¯t give up. Maybe when this winter is over, he¡¯ll get it himself. If I were you, I wouldn¡¯t want to keep this hot potato in my hands. But I¡¯m just a small fry after all, maybe you have other ns?"

    "If you¡¯re going to change your mind, you cane to the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern in Boulder Town. You are a strong man to be respected, and my master would like to treat you to a drink if he has the chance."

    "By the way, his name is White Shark¡­ Although you must¡¯ve already known that."

    The vertical take-off andnding aircraft slowly increased its altitude and returned to Boulder Town in the south.

    Watching the ne fly away, Chu Guang chuckled.

    <em>Fifty thousand chips?</em>

    <em>Hehe.</em>

    <em>I could even earn dozens of chips by picking up trash for five months, and it was still under the exploitation of the old leech.</em>

    <em>Yin Fang is working on using that thing to make imnted prosthetic devices, and my yers are still waiting to use them to be stronger.</em>

    <em>Want to take it from me? Over my dead body!</em>

    However, in the end, the man who imed to be the messenger didn¡¯t say who the person that wanted the ck box was.

    At this moment, Chu Guang suddenly thought of something.

    "Could it be... Torch?"

    <em>It had to be those survivors who took a lot of ck boxes from Shelter 117!</em>

    <em>It seems that they had been living a good life these years. With the alien technology props produced by the ck boxes, they even be the big shots in the mouths of wastnders.</em>

    However, Chu Guang didn¡¯t panic at all. Those ck boxes were all about producing bionic organs and imnted prostheses at most, and they would not produce weapons of mass destruction.

    It would be even better if they really came to him. That way, it would save him time to find them.

    Watching the ne disappear into the sky, Liu Ding put away the rifle in his hand, walked to Chu Guang¡¯s side, and said seriously, "Sir, weck effective air defense means. It is very dangerous to continue like this."

    "I know."

    Not having anti-aircraft weapons was really a problem.

    When the people from Boulder Town went to negotiate with the Pioneer, their ne obedientlynded a few kilometers away. But this time, they flew directly to his doorstep.

    Chu Guang thought for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and tapped on the side of the exoframe helmet.

    The orange visualization window was then projected on the tactical eyepiece of the helmet.

    The exoframe had a built-in vital monitor, which was simr in function to a VM, and data exchange was not difficult. Programs that could run on a VM could naturally run on exoframes.

    With his index finger tapping in the air a few times, Chu Guang quickly edited a mission and posted it in the Weapon Production mission section of the public channel.

    The yers who would ept the mission were all the old brothers who were the most capable on the server.

    <em>Check this out, Liu Ding, this is how you use yers!</em>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Air Threat<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Introduction: </strong>The deputy captain of the outpost guard seems to be a little troubled. Talk to him and find out what¡¯s troubling him.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Deputy Captain Liu Ding of the guard: </strong>Their nese and go freely above our heads. We need an anti-aircraft weapon that can shoot them down when necessary! Or at least chase them away before they drop a bomb on us!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>500 silver coins, 500 contribution points.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>Done!</em>

    After finishing, Chu Guang looked at Liu Ding and said, "Someone wille to you with some strange things in a few days. You just need to find out which one is cheap and easy to use, and then tick on the VM¡¯s mission page."

    Liu Ding was stunned.

    Although he didn¡¯t understand, he still nodded. "Okay¡­ Sir."

    ...n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

 Chapter 189.2: Watch Closely, This is How You Use Players

    Meanwhile, back in the outpost.

    Seeing that the administrator of Shelter 404 went out for a long time and didn¡¯te back, Hyrja, who was restless, walked out of the reception room.

    When she walked to the entrance of the main building of the nursing home, the passing-by yers who happened to see her suddenly showed the shocked expression as if discovering a new continent.

    "White hair!"

    "Holy shit! Can you customize the color of your hair in this game?"

    "Why didn¡¯t anyone tell me?!"

    "Bis sis, Big sis! What¡¯s your name?"

    Hyrja looked nk, not understanding what the shelterers were saying.

    More and more yers started to gather around her, and soon it was discovered that although she was wearing a blue coat, she was not a yer.If her confused expression was faked, then her acting was really good!

    "She doesn¡¯t seem to understand our nonsense..."

    "She doesn¡¯t look very smart¡­ Is she a new NPC?"

    "But she¡¯s wearing a blue coat..."

    "What¡¯s so strange about this, it¡¯s not only yers who wear blue coats, there are also a few in Shelter 117? It¡¯s just that we don¡¯t seem to have encountered people from other shelters before."

    Everyone agreed with what was said.

    Indeed, the game did not say that blue coats were unique to yers, but the roles yed by yers were the residents of a shelter.

    At this moment, a yer who was on a mission at Shelter 117 just now approached. "I know who she is! She¡¯s an NPC picked up by Yaya and Teng Teng! She was in the hidden room of Shelter 117!"

    Hearing this sentence, the surrounding crowd suddenly eximed in surprise.

    "What the heck?! The hidden room has been found?!"

    "And it was Boss Ya who found it?!"

    "Damn it, it¡¯s unfair! I almost scraped off the wall, but I couldn¡¯t find it!"

    "I have a question. Is it because there are mushrooms growing in the room?"

    "You people, don¡¯t underestimate Boss Ya. She is the first yer who was killed by the monster and triggered the punishment mission in the entire server, alright."

    "I don¡¯t care about the hidden room, I just want to know where to find the same white-haired NPC?"

    "Me too!"

    Surrounded by these hospitable shelter residents, the dazed expression on Hyrja¡¯s face gradually turned into confusion, and from confusion to fear. She was at a loss for what to do.

    At this time, someone wearing an exoframe came over from the direction of the south gate along with a loud voice amplified by the speaker. "Disperse immediately, don¡¯t scare her."

    "Also, this is the new doctor of bioengineering from our shelter. She will officially start to work tomorrow¡­ Miss Hyrja, pleasee with me."

    Hyrja nodded quickly and hid behind Chu Guang.

    After using a yellow card to warn a few excited yers, Chu Guang took her to the elevator and pressed the down button.

    Looking at the closed elevator door, Hyrja finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear, "Are they all residents of Shelter 404?"

    After lifting up the visor, Chu Guang stretched his neck and said casually.

    "My yers are a little enthusiastic, please don¡¯t mind them... By the way, a yer refers to residents, especially the residents of our shelter."

    "Why can¡¯t I understand what they were saying? Your people don¡¯t speak the Federation of People¡¯snguage?"

    It was also the same when she was in the emergency room before.

    Hyrja couldn¡¯t understand what the twodies who had woken her up from the nurturing cabin were saying.

    However, Chu Guang did not intend to discuss this issue with her in depth.

    "The Federation of People has disappeared for more than 200 years. Is it strange that othernguages ??have evolved? But I can speak bothnguages, so don¡¯t worry."

    Hyrja silently recited the strange pronunciation several times and silently memorized the word.

    Leaving the exoframe in the preparation room, Chu Guang took her through the two gates of the airlock room and went straight to level B2, where there were still a hundred empty rooms in Zone B.

    After finding a room, Chu Guang assigned permissions to her VM, and then said to her, "This will be your new home from now on. Instructions for using the facility and the 404 Shelter Resident Handbook will be sent to your VM. From tomorrow onwards, you¡¯re a bioengineering expert, and I¡¯ll set you up with something to do."

    Hyrja nced inside the room and saw that there was only a single bed and a table, and it was smaller than the confinement room of Shelter 117.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    "Your room... It¡¯s sopact, have you always lived in this kind of ce?"

    It was not the first time that Chu Guang heard someonein about how poor his shelterer was, so he didn¡¯t take it to heart at all.

    "Yes, but our spiritual world is very rich. Those yers... <em>mhm</em>, they will go to other ces when they sleep."

    "In the early days of entrepreneurship, the conditions were tough, but it will get better in the future. I hope you can ovee it."

    <em>What is entrepreneurship?</em>

    Even though she had only slept for twenty years, Hyrja felt as if thousands of years had passed.

    <em>Is the generation gap between shelters so big?</em>

    <em>Why are there so many words and concepts that I don¡¯t understand...</em>

    After settling in Hyrja, Chu Guang returned to the central lobby.

    Just when he was about to go to the newly unlocked level B3 to see what the first administrator had left for him, he found that Xia Yan was holding Little Seven waiting at the elevator door.

    Seeing Chu Guang, Little Seven shouted from a distance, "Master!"

    Chu Guang nced at Xia Yan and Little Seven in her arms, and asked with a strange expression.

    "Why did you bring Little Seven down?"

    "It asked me to take it down... By the way, who is that woman with white hair?" Putting Little Seven on the ground, Xia Yan took a peek behind Chu Guang and found that the person was no longer there.

    Chu Guang said casually. "She¡¯s a resident of Shelter 117, she¡¯s the only one left there, and my yers brought her back."

    "Oh." Xia Yan nodded in understanding, and whispered with a slightly hesitant expression, "But... is it really good to let her live here? Maybe she is a bad person."

    Chu Guang said with a smile, "Don¡¯t worry, Little Seven will keep an eye on her 24 hours a day. If there is anything unusual, I will know as soon as possible."

    Little Seven hummed helplessly, "Although it¡¯s true, Little Seven still doesn¡¯t rmend that master bring in some people of unknown origin; especially the guy whose right hand is a machine, I always feel the way he looks at me is scary."

    <em>Hmmmm?! There¡¯s actually such a thing?!</em>

    "It¡¯s precisely because I don¡¯t trust them that I have to keep them close... Is the guy with the machine in his right hand Yin Fang? I¡¯ll ask him to restrain himself." After a pause, Chu Guang continued, "Let¡¯s not talk about this, I still have something to deal with. Since you are here too, let¡¯s do it together."

    Xia Yan was stunned. "Together? Do what together..."

    The corner of Chu Guang¡¯s mouth curled into a faint smile. "Go and see level B3 with me."

    As he said that, he walked into the elevator, swiped his index finger on the touch screen lightly, and soon the words ¡®Level B3 authorization¡¯ appeared on it.

    Little Seven, who was following Chu Guang, made a surprise buzz. "Wow, master, you have obtained the permission of level B3 already?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Mhm, I just got it."

    The elevator door closed and began to descend.

    When the door was opened again, dry and fresh air rushed in, just like when Chu Guang first stepped into level B2.

    "It always feels like this ce has just been cleaned..." Xia Yan nced around, followed in Chu Guang¡¯s footsteps, and walked out of the elevator.

    Theyout here was almost carved out of the same mold as level B2. Whether it was the 4 fan-shaped partitions distributed in a ring and the elevator tower in the center of the square, or the total of 600 rooms, as well as the public canteen and sanitary facilities in Zone A.

    Even the corridor sandwiched between Zone A and Zone B was exactly the same!

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes fell on the corridor. And as if he suddenly thought of something, he looked at the floor n printed next to the elevator.

    As could be seen from the floor n, behind the corridor was a rectangr space and four rectangr areas of different sizes divided by partitions.

    It appeared to be the functional area of the shelter.

    "Power room, nting area, medicalboratory, warehouse... and airlock room? Wait, why is there an airlock room behind the warehouse?" A hint of surprise appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    The airlock room was a special structure used to bnce the air pressure inside and outside the shelter. It included two gates and a corridor with an air shower function, which could remove dust and most harmful substances from clothes, and could spray acid to disinfect if necessary.

    This kind of facility was generally located at the entrance of a shelter, but now it appeared on level B3?

    Little Seven, who was next to Chu Guang, raised the camera, its voice was also full of doubts. "Maybe¡­ Shelter 404 has more than one entrance?"

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded lightly. "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

    Xia Yan looked at him and said slightly nervously. "Should we check it?"

    "Of course, otherwise why do you think we are here?"

    Before that, though, Chu Guang had something else to do.

    After saying that, Chu Guang opened the VM on his arm and retrieved the pre-edited document.

    <strong>[Alpha 0.9 version update announcement]</strong>

    <strong>[Alpha 0.9 Version Development Log]</strong>

    Click and send!

    Upload isplete!

    After finishing that, Chu Guang looked at Little Seven. "Little Seven, sync to the official website."

    The signal light above its head flickered slightly, Little Seven said energetically. "Okay, Master!"

    Then two people and one machine walked towards the depths of the B3 floor.

    At almost the same time, the official website of Wastnd Online, located in another world, immediately exploded with excitement with the release of the update announcement!

 Chapter 190.1: Alpha 0.9. Brand New Skill Proficiency System

    Official website.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    <strong>[Wastnd Online closed alpha server Alpha 0.9 version update announcement]</strong>

    <strong>[Major update]</strong>

    <strong>[1. </strong>Number of closed alpha yers has increased to 800.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. </strong>Updated the settings of Profession System and Skill Proficiency.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[3. </strong>New status, Middle ss Citizen. Contribution of 10,000 points is required, allowing the purchase ofnd to be increased from 5 square meters to 50 square meters.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Optimization]</strong>

    <strong>[1. </strong>Added a new NPC, Hyrja. A silver-haired mixed-blood female engineering doctor, who suffers from a DNA defect and with a body modification degree reaches 79%. She¡¯s the only survivor of Shelter 117, and the new generation of residents born in the shelter. She who has many stories seems to be hiding many secrets. (Fig. 1) (Fig. 2) (Fig. 3)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. </strong>Shelter is increased to level B3, more areas are opened, and yers can explore the areas to obtain more information by themselves.<strong>]</strong><strong>[3. </strong>New marauder faction, Bonechewer Tribe. Due to the defeat of the Army¡¯s Expeditionary Force, chaos spread like a gue in the drynd of River Valley Province. A huge marauder tribe is rising at an incredible speed. "Chaos, death, and savagery! We will tear the throat of civilization, suck its bones, and hang its ostensible skins on gs to dry!"<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[4. </strong>Death penalty change. The resurrection cooldown remains unchanged, the death penalty for yers below LV10 is adjusted from 40 silver coins to 20 silver coins, the LV10 to LV20 death penalty remains unchanged, and the LV20 to LV30 death penalty is increased to 80 silver coins.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[5. </strong>The concept of awakening has been added. The first awakening will be automaticallypleted when reaching LV10. The development progress of the gic sequence will be increased from the first tier to the second tier. The yer character will obtain at least one additional talent, and the panel attributes and actualbat power will have a qualitative improvement.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[6. </strong>Fixed a few bugs.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[...]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>Due to the further increase in the number of yers, the yer manual and the terms of conditions of the game have been updated to thetest version, and content rted to War Guidelines and Captive Treatment Regtions have been added. yers who have obtained the qualification of the alpha test are requested to check in time to avoid causing a bad in-game experience for you and others. yers who have made an application should also check carefully. If you cannot ept the new rules, please cancel the application in time and wait patiently for the public beta version with more content.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Current Number of applications: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Alpha 0.9 Version Development Log]</strong>

    Little Seven: Hello everyone, I am the dearest assistant of your dearest game designer, Light! Because the chief executive octopus¡¯ behavior of taking the lead in working overtime has caused the collective anger of the development department, nning department, and art department, we decided to stuff him in a starfish can and sell it to the mutant human tribe... But no matter what, we finally got Alpha 0.9 version out, and this update is very significant. Since Light is still working overtime, this time I will be the one to talk to you about the design ideas and gamey of the new version!

    - First of all, the biggest change in Alpha 0.9pared to 0.8 is that we have added a profession system and skill proficiency settings for Wastnd Online.

    - To be honest, when we made this decision, we were very hesitant. After all, what we initially wanted to make was an open world game with freedom and virtualmunity as its selling points, and leisure and entertainment as its main focus. It should be a game that doesn¡¯t have a character interface. So the concept of professions seems to be contrary to this.

    - However, with the continuous enrichment of game content and the increasing participation of yers in open world affairs, our NPCs are gradually falling into a dilemma. That is¡­ What can be done is limited, so the issuees as we need to to limit the opportunity to distribute to those who need it more.

    - Tom likes fishing and Dick likes farming. We have a hoe and a fishing rod. Ideally, we would give Tom the fishing rod and Dick the hoe. But now the number of yers has risen to 800. It would be unfair to decide who will do the mission in an authorized way, so we need to formte a standardized process.

    - The profession system and skill proficiency systems are born for this!

    - Take logging as an example, when a yer with a VM cuts a tree orpletes a logging mission, their proficiency of logging skills will be automatically umted, and their skill level will be increased when the upper limit is reached. The minimum level is 0, and the maximum level is 10. This level is different from the gic sequence level, and the level of each skill is calcted independently. Although the skill level increase does not bring you an intuitive work efficiency bonus, it can unlock more missions rted to this skill with higher benefits, or even unlock exclusive titles, such as Ace Lumberjack or Forest Destroyer!

    - In addition to logging, skills that can improve proficiency include firearms, throwing, archery, fighting, medical treatment, scavenging, ughtering, cooking, construction, tailoring, metallurgy, manufacturing, nting, mining... There are more than 40 kinds in total. For more details, please explore it by ying the game!

    - Compared to the skill proficiency system, the profession system is more like a status symbol or title.

    - For example, after bing a scavenger by talking to the warehouse manager, Guo Bull, your umtion of proficiency in scavenging skills will be faster, and you will be entrusted with important tasks in the scavenging work, and be a Scavenging Master or even a Trash King!

    - Be a farmer or a butcher at the granary keeper from Guo Horse, you will unlock more seeds or take more orders to butcher meat.

    - In addition, some professions have certain skill proficiency thresholds. For example, if you want to be a hunter and hunt a more worthy target, you are required to have a level 3 skill in any one of the three skills, firearms, throwing, and archery. Or you can pay 10 silver coins to start the hunting skill test.

    - Simr professions include soldiers, architects, prospectors, and more. In the future, professions such as mercenaries, adventurers, and engineers will be opened. For more information, please pay attention to the official website!

    - Rookie yers can only register for one profession, and as the status level increases, the professions that can be registered will also increase. For example, a Citizen can register two professions, a Middle ss Citizen can register three, and so on. Registered professions can be canceled at any time, but the profession-rted achievements and titles will also be cleared, so please choose carefully!

    - In addition, we will solve the problem of taking pictures in the next version, allowing yers to record beautiful moments.

    - If the next version does not solve it, the version after will definitely allow you to do so!

    ...

    Less than a minute after the update announcement and development log were uploaded, hundreds ofments popped up at the speed of light.

    It was just that the reason why the yers¡¯ enthusiasm was high was not because of the newly released profession system.

    It could even be said that it had nothing to do with the content of the major update.

    Shadow Moon: White hair! It¡¯s white hair! I¡¯m so freaking excited! (Screaming)

    Bro Terrifying: Too tempting, too tempting!

    Irene: No one wants to call her your waifu? Then I¡¯ll give it a try. ( ?

    Quit Smoking: Devs are awesome! (Screaming)

    Tail: <em>Prprpr</em>

    Sisi: Ah! This licentious ma-! No, this licentious woman!

    Escaping Mole: Tsk tsk, look at those perverts. Doesn¡¯t anyone care about the profession system and skill proficiency in this update? Such an important thing, where are the discussions?! Why are you all focused on an NPC! (Knock on the table)

    Ample Time: Sorry, thispany is too good at marketing. (Nosebleed)

    Night Ten: +1, Old Bro Mole, hurry up! ( ?

    Escaping Mole: Screw you! Ample Time, why are you behaving like them as well!?

    The update post was very lively.

    It was the same for forums outside of the update post.

    The official website waspletely overwhelmed by these cloud gamers, idioticizens, and trolls.

    Especially in the Alpha 0.9 version, the number of yers was raised from 500 to 800!

    This time, 300 test ces were released all at once, which excited all the neers.

    What did having more than 200 eptance speeches on the forum at the same time look like?

    Leaving aside the tens of thousands of lurkers, at peak, the new posts were popping up so quickly that one had to scroll five times per second, and the post just sent was like a stone thrown into the river, sinking directly to the second page.

    And if the page was refreshed again, it would bepletely impossible to find the first post.

    The server was not crowded, and neither did it crash despite such heavy traffic. It seemed that thepany had thrown in a lot of money when building and maintaining it!

    After reading the announcement, Old White nced at the Number of applications.

    <em>My goodness. It was 23333 a few minutes ago, but in a blink of an eye, it jumped to 27777 and went straight to the 30,000s!</em>

    <em>Are these people filling questions so fast?!</em>

    ...

 Chapter 190.2: Alpha 0.9. Brand New Skill Proficiency System

    Bull and Horse Club chat group.

    No one was discussing the new version on the official website, everyone could only go to their respective small groups to discuss.

    Mosquito: Hell yeah! My contribution point is just enough to allow me to level up, and I will directly ascend and be a first ss Citizen! (Smiling)

    Gale: I have 12,000 contribution points. Sure enough, it¡¯s very useful to collect contribution points.

    Tomato Eggs: Damn it, I¡¯m still short of 2000, how did you farm it? Why are you so fast?!

    Quit Smoking: That¡¯s right! I¡¯ve only just reached the Citizen level, and you guys are too fucking crazy! QAQ

    Night Ten: Great, I can buynd again! ( ?

    The Citizen level required 2000 contribution points, which was almost five times less than bing a Middle ss Citizen.

    However, that did not mean that it was also five times more difficult to upgrade from a Citizen to a Middle ss Citizen. After all, as the level increased, the ie of the mission also increased.If a yer was serious, they would be able to level up in about a month. If they were more casual, it would still only need to take about two or three months. The daily missions would guarantee them to have 120 contribution points, not to mention that after LV5, many missions would reward them with 200 to 500 contribution points. Once a yer¡¯s level went up, their contribution points would increase very quickly.

    For example, the group owner and the group administrators of the Bull and Horse Club had been farming at the Greenhouse Ruins recently. Their silver coins and contribution points ie was basically in the four figures, and their contribution points would be slightly higher. Their single-day contribution ie could be up to 600 points at the highest or around 400 points at the lowest.

    Some Lifestyle Profession yers¡¯ ies were also the same, such as Mosquito. The warehouse had long-term orders for nitrocellulose production, and this demand had been strong for a long time.

    Especially after the regional prestige system was released in Alpha 0.8, and the material donation function was opened, there was another way for Lifestyle Profession yers to farm contribution points.

    As long as they donated strategic materials, they could not only get the regional prestige of the capital state that was their outpost, but also get somemon contribution points from wherever they were!

    So from this, a contribution of 10,000 points was really not a lot.

    The topic then quickly turned to the new profession system and skill proficiency system.

    Ample Time: I just yed the game. I found out that my archery skill proficiency is actually 4.

    Old White: Looks like previous proficiency has been taken into ount.

    Ample Time: Actually, it should be the proficiency umted after getting the VM. We can make a bold guess, maybe our current proficiency level is designed based on those behavioral data.

    Night Ten: So the administrator has been collecting our personal information through our VMs?! ( ?

    Gale: Speaking which, Ample Time, what profession are you nning to take?

    Ample Time: A Middle ss Citizen can take up three professions, in my case, I¡¯ll probably go for hunters, soldier, and prospector.

    Gale: Are you not going to be a scavenger?

    Ample Time: There are not enough slots, so it can¡¯t be helped. Being a hunter is a must. It¡¯s the most lucrative profession in this game. Just based on the ie bonus from hunting, you must leave a slot for it. And then the soldier profession, it is estimated that it¡¯s the most buffed profession in this version. Didn¡¯t you see that they added another enemy faction? There is definitely a chance that you will need it. In terms of the prospector profession, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s a need for me to exin it in detail. The ruins of the Ecological Experimental Base is estimated to be a high-yield dungeon.

    Quit Smoking: Boss! What profession should a neer take? QAQ

    Ample Time: You¡¯re a constitution type yer, right? A strength type yer can be a lumberjack first to increase their strength attribute. constitution and perception type yers can be scavengers. As I said, this profession makes money and contribution points the quickest. Once you be a Citizen, you can take up a hunter or soldier profession, depending on how you n to y this version.

    Night Ten: picking up garbage is always the best! I don¡¯t care, I have to reserve a slot for scavenging. ( ?

    Garbage: Who¡¯s calling me???

    Night Ten: Huh?! You are still in the group?

    Garbage: Screw you! Why would I leave this group?

    Since thest battle, their fellow lizard brother had been hibernating and hadn¡¯t been chatting in the group recently.

    It was understandable why Night Ten would mistakenly think that he had left the group.

    Gale: By the way, did you all check out the new map?

    Ample Time: I¡¯m nning to do it now, want to go together?

    Gale: okay!

    Old White: Huh? You don¡¯t have a sster?

    Gale: I don¡¯t have sses this morning, I can y until 12:00 noon.

    Night Ten: What a coincidence, I have no sses the entire day today, I can y games the whole day. ( ?

    Old White: You¡¯d better control yourself. Don¡¯t just y games every day. If you don¡¯t find a girlfriend in college, you will be deceived by women easily after you step into society. ?

    Night Ten: Hehe, what¡¯s so good about having a girlfriend? I¡¯m a bachelor for life, man. Besides, reality is shit. If you like it so much, then you can limit your time ying the game. Anyway, I¡¯m already satisfied with Xiaoyu. ( ?

    Gale: That sentence is enough to send you to jail...

    Night Ten: Speaking of which, don¡¯t just keep talking about me. When I go to the school cafeteria, I would still asionally encounter some girls who want my number. What about you guys? All of you are almost thirty, right? But you all y games online on time every day like you have no sexual life. Is it really appropriate for you guys to live your life like this?

    Ample Time: Tsk, shall we kick this guy?

    Gale: +1, and it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to, it¡¯s just that it¡¯s really boring and not as interesting as this game.

    Old White: I¡¯ll post a poll.

    <strong>- The group owner has initiated a vote: Should we kick this retard. 1. Yes, 2. Agree</strong>

    Night Ten: Fuck you all! What about our friendship? Also, why the fuck are both options kicking me!

    Garbage: Hahahaha, serves you right!

    They had known each other for a long time, so it was natural to joke with each other; it was impossible for them to really kick Night Ten.

    Old White had something to do during the day, so he didn¡¯t go online.

    Whereas Ample Time, Gale, and Night Ten had breakfast and quickly returned to the game at the pre-agreed time.

    Originally, they thought there would be a lot of people lining up in front of the elevator tower on level B2, but when they came to the lobby, they found that there were not as many people as they had expected.

    Taking a closer look, they were surprised to find that a safe passage had been added next to the elevator tower where there was clearly only a wall before.

    It seemed that the gamepany was also aware of theck of elevator capacity in the shelter.

    With the opening of level B3, yers who did not want to wait for the elevator could now use the stairs to move between the open floors.

    <em>It would be great if they could upgrade the elevator outside as well!</em>

    After arriving at level B3, Ample Time looked around for a moment. He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then gave his own evaluation. "Theyout here looks a lot like level B2."

    Night Ten also said. "Not a lot like, it¡¯s almost exactly the same."

    Gale looked to the wall on the side, where there was a floor n. "It¡¯s still a little bit different. Look at the corridor between Zone A and Zone B. At the end of the corridor on level B2 is a locked warehouse. But at the same location on level B3, the space is obviously several timesrger. Moreover, there are also a few more areas to explore.¡±

    "Mhm, I¡¯ve also noticed it just now," Ample Time nodded. "It seems like that is the key area of the new floor... Anyway, let¡¯s go and take a look." With that said, Ample Time walked ahead and led the two of them to explore the direction of the corridor.

    After passing through Zone A and Zone B, the first thing they passed by was a white room.

    Judging from the operating table-like reclining chair in the center of the room, as well as theyout and decoration of the room, it appeared to be an infirmary or something simr.

    When the three stood at the door, there was already a female yer with short hair and another female yer with a high ponytail inside.

    Looking around, Sisi said in surprise. "It¡¯s actually an infirmary, and it also feels like a medicalboratory... By the way, can¡¯t the door be opened from the inside?"

    Tail gasped, "Huh? How do you know so much? Is it because you often go to such a ce?"

    Sisi rolled her eyes at Tail and said, "You can say that, but I go to such a ce to help people with their treatment."

    Although it was a pathology department where their sense of existence was lower than other departments, and where they usually dealt with more dead people than the living, it could still be considered a job that helped people with their treatment.

    "Doctor! I¡¯m sick, can you check what¡¯s wrong with me?¡± Tail yelled all of a sudden.

    Sisi stretched out her hands listlessly, acting like a zombie, and said in a threatening tone, "I¡¯m a brain surgeon, I have to cut open your brain to check what¡¯s wrong with you."

    Tail screamed suddenly, "!!

    Sisi gasped in shock, "Huh? How did you send emojis in the game?"

    Looking at the two people behind the ss wall, the three men were silent for a while, and unanimously decided not to disturb them.

    Ample Time quickly turned away. "Let¡¯s visit somewhere else."

    Night Ten, the most toxic of the bunch, turned in the same direction as him and sighed, "I agree."

    Gale didn¡¯t speak but nodded.

    The three continued to move forward and then passed by a nting area that gave off a strong sense of science fiction feeling.

    There was not a single grain of soil in the entire nting area, only the nting units with the same shape as the fish tank. ording to the settings on the official website, they seemed to be called nting units.

    Gale nced at the VM and was surprised to find that the name of each facility, as well as a brief introduction to the facility¡¯s functions, had been updated on the minimap.

    It seemed that the Alpha 0.9 version update was far from just the profession system, but also secretly changed some in-game settings.

    <em>Great.</em>

    <em>They finally didn¡¯t have to rely on their imaginations for some interesting items.</em>

    "From the map on the VM, this ce seems to be a nting area... The theoretical nting area should be around 33,000 square meters."

    "Is there 33,000 square meters here?"

    "There are 50 shelf-like three-dimensional nting units here. I guess it means that each three-dimensional nting unit is equivalent to 666 square meters ofnd."

    <em>Speaking of which, there is already a Greenhouse Ruin. So is such a facility really necessary?</em>

    <em>Or¡­ Is there a seed bank here for seeds from pre-war crops?</em>

    Ample Time thought to himself.

    Not far away, Makka Pakka was hugging the three-dimensional nting unit, murmuring something excitedly and incoherently.

    There was Fisherman Quit Bullshit standing beside him as he yelled, "Fuck off! Don¡¯t touch my farnd!"

    "What do you mean farnd? This is obviously a fish tank!"

    "Is this what your fish tank looks like?!¡±

    "Kiss my ass!"

    The three exchanged nces, tacitly decided not to disturb those 2 crazy fucks either, and continued to walk forward.

    Further ahead was a small room with a radioactive sign on the door.

    "This seems to be a power room?" Ample Time said thoughtfully while referring to the text on the VM, "ording to the information on the official website, it should be the ce to keep the fusion reactor¡­"

    Night Ten looked around and muttered, "There seems to be nothing to see here, and the area open to yers is very small... I thought I could see the inside of the reactor."

    Ample Time exined, "No matter what, this kind of surreal technology in sci-fi games is not easy to make up. Generally, the gamepany will give you a bunch of models so you can imagine the rest yourself."

    The reactors were not in this long, narrow room of less than 20 square meters. There was still a thick wall and a closed alloy door in front of them.

    There was a small window on the alloy door, which could allow them to see the metal frame behind the wall and the half outline of the suspected controble fusion reactor.

    Gale walked over and looked inside curiously. He then reached out and gently pushed the door.

    However, the door seemed to be fixed to the space and did not budge.

    <em>Maybe this part was originally an image?</em>

    Or maybe the gamepany hadn¡¯t figured out how to make it up, or didn¡¯t n to waste time on trivial details.

    Seeing that there was no response no matter how hard he tried, Gale took his hand back and said regretfully, "Such a pity."

    Although he didn¡¯t think that the gamepany would have some incredibly creative ideas, it was inevitable that he would be curious when it came to professional-rted fields.

    <em>It would be nice to see what it looks like.</em>

    ...

    While yers were exploring the new content of Alpha 0.9, the administrator, Chu Guang, of the entire shelter was standing in thest area on level B3. It was a warehouse that was not open to yers for the time being.

    There were two ck boxes, onerge and one small sitting quietly within.

    <strong>[Item: </strong>ck Box<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Number: </strong>No.11<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Function: </strong>Vital Monitor production<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Instructions for use: </strong>ce it in the atmospheric environment, turn on the power supply, input 3 liters of water, 300 grams of aluminum, 200 grams of iron, 100 grams of copper, 50 grams of nickel...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Product: </strong>Vital Monitor, Organic/Inorganic Waste.<strong>]</strong>

    ¡ª¡ª

    <strong>[Item: </strong>ck Box<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Number: </strong>No.X<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Function:</strong> Produce Clone-specific Nurturing Cabin<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Instructions for use: </strong>ce it in the atmospheric environment, turn on the power supply, input 100 liters of water, 50 kilograms of aluminum, 30 kilograms of iron, 5 kilograms of copper, 100 grams of nickel, 8 grams of gold...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Product: </strong>Clone-specific Dormant Cabin, Organic/Inorganic waste.<strong>]</strong>

    The small ck box, the size of a normal suitcase, was simr in size to the one he had found in Shelter 117.

    And the other big one was not so much a box as it was a car.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    At the moment, the pale blue Administrator Menu was projected into his field of vision.

    Walking to ck Box No.X, Chu Guang found an operation instruction with simple strokes inside a cover the size of a palm that even the illiterate could understand.

    However¡­

    The instruction manual did not exin what it was used for.

    After reading the manual in his hand twice, a strange expression appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    Xia Yan, who came over from the side, spoke his thoughts out loud, "Nurturing cabin for clones? What is this thing for?"

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 Chapter 191.1: New Entrance and The Tunnel That Isnâ€™t On The Map

    The raw materials were readily avable in the warehouse, and the power source came with a variable adapter, which could be powered by a generator or inserted into a fusion battery with a standard interface.

    Like the ck box Chu Guang got from the administrator¡¯s office at Shelter 117, the ck boxes he found also had its own battery, and the remaining power was 98% and 99% respectively.

    Helium-3 was a stable isotope with a very long half-life, and the loss caused by natural decay could almost be ignored under normal use. Basically, as long as the battery itself was not damaged due to improper operation or other reasons, the energy could be reserved much longer than that of conventional chemical batteries.

    Chu Guang instructed Guo Bull through the VM to bring all the required materials to himself. By the way, he also called in Dr. Yin Fang, the chief prospector of Shelter 404 and the head of the scientific expedition team.

    As soon as Yin Fang arrived, his eyeballs almost fell out. "You got another ck box?! No¡­ you got 2 of them at that! Where did you get them?"

    <em>S-ss Relic!</em>

    <em>And there are two of them!</em>

    Chu Guang just got a ck box two days ago, but before the third day passed, he got two more?!Since bing a prospector after graduating, Yin Fang had been to many archaeological remains of pre-war civilization for the Academy. But it was the first time he had seen such an exaggerated situation!

    Seeing this guy¡¯s dumbfounded expression, Chu Guang rolled his eyes and threw the manual he just picked up into Yin Fang¡¯s hand. "Where else do you think I got them? Can you see if you know how to use it?"

    Yin Fang smiled. "Even a fool can use this thing... By the way, have you checked the fuel in the reactor? How much is left?"

    "It¡¯s quite surprising actually¡­ We have about 40% of the fuel left."

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t know how long the 40% wouldst? If it was a mobile phone, his obsessivepulsive charging disorder would definitely start ringing bells in his mind. But as far as he knew 1% of a controble fusion reactor¡¯s energy seemed to be able to be used for a long time¡­

    However, he didn¡¯t know how much energy it would consume to synthesise a clone.

    But no matter what, the reactor was now finally in his hands, and the rock pressing Chu Guang¡¯s heart could finally be removed.

    Hearing what he said, Yin Fang was obviously relieved.

    "40%? That¡¯s good¡­ We don¡¯t need to worry about the energy issue in a short time!"

    No longer having any worries, Yin Fang began to operate two ck boxes.

    In the drawer-like filler opening, the materials were fed in sequence ording to the instructions, and then the drawer was closed. It was also okay to do it without following the sequence, but it was a little faster to do so.

    The signal light was then on, indicating that the materials were epted.

    The next moment, the power was switched on and Yin Fang hit the start button.

    All the processes werepleted sessfully, and it was very easy. It was as simple as some kind of religious ritual.

    Looking at the numbers jumping on the screen, Chu Guang stroked his chin. "The remaining production time is 59min 27s¡­ It actually takes this much time?"

    There was another small ck box next to it that produced VMs. Its production speed was much faster, which only took about ten minutes to manufacture a product.

    Assuming a constant supply of raw materials, theoretically 144 VMs could be produced a day.

    Its quick production speed was great to be honest.

    A VM with a processor, imaging equipment, andser mapping capabilities could not only be used as a VM, but could also be used to modify it into something else.

    For example, robots withser mapping and automatic pathfinding functions.

    Another example would be a simpleputer and so on.

    Combined with the neural connection device produced by Dr. Principle in the ck box of Shelter 117, as long as the materials were sufficient, the body modification degree of yers might just be increased by 10%!

    Intelligence type yers would usher in the buff of the season.

    There was no doubt about it. The ck box obtained was extremely useful.

    Yin Fang said, "I heard that the working principle of the ck box is to turn each material into its simplest form before following the preset synthesis route to print out the parts of eachponent in sequence ording to the spatial order, and generate the product as a whole... Compared with the pipeline mode, it will naturally take longer.¡±

    Chu Guang nodded slowly. "So is this equivalent to building wheels and engines at the same time?"

    Yin Fang affirmed. "You can understand it that way."

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully, expressing his understanding.

    It was basically a 3D printer.

    However, its function was much more powerful than that of 3D printers. It could not only print out the shape of the device, but also print out the performance of the material as well as the microstructure and macrostructure of the device, andplete automatic assembly during the printing process.

    This went way beyond the concept of printing something. It was apt to call it atomic reconstruction!

    Standing on the side, Xia Yan scratched the back of her head, she couldn¡¯t understand such a sophisticated topic.

    She could fix machines with a wrench, or work parts with a simple workbench, since the slums of Boulder Town were built right next to the industrial area. There were two ways out for people there, either work to death in an assembly line or a workshop, or be a mercenary with a weapon produced in a factory and exchange their lives for money.

    And she happened to have taken both paths.

    After thinking for a while, Xia Yan felt that if she didn¡¯t say a word, she would appear useless, so after holding it for a while, she reluctantly interjected. "This machine sounds strangely useful... Can you take it apart and take a look?"

    Hearing this sentence, Chu Guang didn¡¯t react, but Yin Fang next to her was startled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and yelled, "You must not do this!"

    Xia Yan scratched the back of her head and asked, "Why? Logically speaking, shouldn¡¯t this kind of thing be good research material?"

    Hearing her thoughts, Yin Fang shook his head and said, "The simpler it is to operate, the more technology-intensive a product is, the more difficult it is to reverse. To find a grain of gold in a pile of sand, you just need to sift it out. But if you were to stand on a dune and ssify every grain of sand and recycle them, it¡¯s an almost impossible job¡­ unless you have more advanced tools and methods."

    "And The Ark Project¡¯s ck box, both in production methods and technical principles, represents the highest caliber of manufacturing in the Federation of People, it has no requirement on the material performance and operator¡¯s education - or even intelligence. Even monkeys in the zoo can use it."

    "This kind of wish granting machine can be said to be the technological crystallization of pre-war civilization. Unless the production method and basic science are far superior to our civilization, no one can disassemble what they need from thisplex and cumbersome equipment. "

    Xia Yan muttered. "I was just saying... I am not going to really dismantle it... But if this thing is soplex, how should it be repaired if it¡¯s broken?"

    "It can¡¯t be repaired, if it¡¯s broken, then nothing can be done," Yin Fang shook his head and said, "In the Academy, the broken ck box is usually sent to the museum, maybe someone can parse it in a few hundred years... Repairing it is impossible now. We would rather study the products produced in the ck box. At least it will be much less difficult.¡±

    Yin Fang¡¯s answer answered some of Chu Guang¡¯s questions.

    It seemed that even the Academy did not have the ability to disassemble the technology in the ck box, and at most it only studied the products of the ck box.

    Taking ast look at the timer on the screen, Chu Guang said, "It seems that there is still a little time before the mystery is revealed... Let¡¯s check the airlock room next door."

    Yin Fang was stunned. "Buffer room? Isn¡¯t this level B3?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "That¡¯s right. Shelter 404 has more than one entrance. I even suspect that the entrance on level B3 is the real entrance."

    From a spatial point of view, the gate on level B3 was obviously wider than the gate on the B1 floor, and it connected the warehouse and the nting area.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    What does this mean?

    It means that the shelter was likely to be built from level B3, and then extend up and down at the same time!

    Of course, this was just Chu Guang¡¯s spection. If he found other more exaggerated exits on the lower floors, he would pretend that he had never spected as such.

    Every time Chu Guang thought that he had fully understood the n of this shelter and the first administrator, the shelter could always bring him unexpected surprises.

    Chu Guang even suspected that the designer of this shelter might be a game maker.

    ...

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 Chapter 191.2: New Entrance and The Tunnel That Isnâ€™t On The Map

    Everything outside the gate on level B3 was unknown, and no one could say what would happen.

    If the situation was optimistic, it may be an easter egg left by the first administrator.

    In the worst case scenario, it may also be a litter of mutant mice or cockroaches.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Just in case, Chu Guang brought the exoframe over and slung his Nitrogen-Powered Hammer behind him and grabbed his Gauss Rifle. He also took two Sickle assault rifles, a bulletproof vest and a backpack stuffed with 7mm bullets.

    The bulletproof vest was for Xia Yan.

    Back in the preparation room on level B3, Chu Guang threw a Sickle assault rifle and a police bulletproof vest into Xia Yan¡¯s hands.

    "I shouldn¡¯t have to teach you how to use it, right?"

    Putting the bulletproof vest on, Xia Yan tied her long red hair into a ponytail and picked up the rifle leaning against the wall.

    "Who do you think I am? I used to be...""The mercenary who gave her leg to the Creeper as its lunch?"

    Seeing the murderous look on Xia Yan¡¯s face, Chu Guang hurriedly closed his visor and walked in front with a cough. "Follow me."

    Little Seven rolled its wheels and squeaked along behind Chu Guang.

    Seeing that he had no weapons, Yin Fang quickly chased after him and asked. "What about me? Give me a weapon too! In case of an ident, I can fight!"

    Chu Guang thought for a while and threw the Silver Snake revolver hanging on the side of the exoframe to him.

    "Remember to give it back to me."

    "Just six bullets?!"

    "I¡¯ll give you more if you need it."

    The gate switch on the console was pulled down, and Chu Guang pressed the red button.

    After the rm bell in the preparation room rang three times, the gate bolts as thick as human thighs were retracted one by one, and then the gear-shaped alloy door slowly rolled to one side, revealing the dark tunnel.

    A st of cold and dry air rushed at them the second it was open.

    Chu Guang turned on the searchlight on his shoulders and walked forward with a Sickle assault rifle.

    The soles of his feet squeaked on the ground. Theyer of dust was thick. Clearly, no one had been there for a long time.

    The light in the passage was very dim, it could almost be considered pitch ck.

    Luckily, the exoframe had its own light source, and the other two also carried shlights.

    With the light from his shoulders, Chu Guang could see a steel rail lying on the ground and a few construction tools scattered around.

    "There is no such tunnel on the map," Yin Fang confirmed the map through the VM, and then said, "Our south direction is directly facing Clearspring City¡¯s 12th Metro Line, and the straight-line distance is about 4 kilometers. The north direction oveps with the exit of the city viaduct, facing the outside of Clearspring City.¡±

    The 12th line ran through Clearspring City from north to south, and Flower Garden Street subway station was one of the stops on the 12th line.

    Chu Guang raised his index finger, tapped on the side of the helmet, and opened the map on the eyepiece.

    On the orange-yellow window projected on the tactical eyepiece, the nearest subway station was located near Baker Street, about 800 meters away.

    Chu Guang had been there before, but he didn¡¯t go in. He just took a look outside, and the inside waspletely upied by crunchers.

    Most likely, there were other things that were difficult to deal with.

    "What if we go north?"

    Yin Fang tilted his head to the slide slightly.

    "North... We are at the northernmost edge of ?Clearspring City, and further north is outside ?Clearspring City. The subway line is not marked on the map." ?

    The tunnel ran from north to south. The exit of the shelter was located on the side of the tunnel. After passing through the iron gate, there was a way to go both south and north.

    "Let¡¯s go to the north and have a look first." After speaking, Chu Guang took the initiative to walk in front and led the team to the north.

    About 800 meters forward, the tunnel came to an abrupt end. There was an alloy wall at the end.

    "It seems to be a dead end," Xia Yan, who was shining her sh forward, turned to look at Chu Guang, and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

    Chu Guang looked at the wall for a while, then walked to the side of the wall and found something like a power distribution box.

    Pulling off the cover, he saw a handle and a circr port.

    What was interesting was that the circr interface just matches a small cold fusion battery.

    With an idea in mind, Chu Guang took out a cold fusion battery with a remaining energy of 11% from his pocket and plugged it into the port.

    Then, he pulled down the handle next to him.

    A slight electric current sounded, apanied by an extremely unpleasant fricative sound, followed by a slight tremor.

    It was like an earthquake!

    "What¡¯s happening?!" Yin Fang looked around in slight panic, and took two steps back.

    Xia Yan was rtively calm, she nced at the ceiling cautiously, then looked forward again, her eyes widened slightly.

    "It¡¯s the wall! It¡¯s sinking!"

    Little Seven slipped to Chu Guang¡¯s side and said nervously, "Master, this ce is very dangerous, why don¡¯t we retreat first?"

    "No hurry. Let¡¯s just wait for a moment." Chu Guang stared at the wall in front of him.

    After a while of shaking, the tunnel behind it was finally revealed in front of everyone.

    At this time, everyone discovered that the wall was hundreds of meters deep!

    It was like the tunnel leading to the center of the earth.

    "Incredible..." Yin Fang took two steps forward with a shocked expression on his face.

    Such a thick concrete structure.

    It had to be tens of thousands of tons, to say the least.

    Counting the mechanical structure and the load-bearing structure below, it was almost equivalent to burying an aircraft carrier in the ground!

    The metaphor may be inappropriate, but the meaning was the same.

    Chu Guang was also shocked.

    The mechanism itself was nothingplicated.

    However, it was astonishing that more than 200 years after it was constructed, it was still able to start and run smoothly!

    Just when the two were stunned, hoarse roars and running sounds came from the front of the tunnel.

    Hearing the sound, Xia Yan was startled, immediately raised the assault rifle in her hand, and released the safety with her index finger.

    "Crunchers! Ahead of us!"

    Before her words fell, she had already pulled the trigger in her hand, killing the nearest two with three shots.

    "It seems that the movement just now has attracted a lot of attention." Turning on the auxiliary aiming mode of the tactical goggles, and lifting up the Sickle assault rifle, Chu Guang fired the gun immediately. The heads of the few crunchers closest to him were instantly sted open, and they all fell to the ground and died on the spot!

    At this moment, a dangerous omen suddenly struck.

    "Shit, it¡¯s Creeper¡ª" A trace of panic appeared on Xia Yan¡¯s face, and the fearful memory resurfaced in her heart.

    But in the next instant, the creeper¡¯s head exploded into pieces.

    "Don¡¯t panic, I¡¯m here."

    Putting the Gauss rifle back onto his back, Chu Guang, holding the Sickle assault rifle again, skillfully switched back to automatic fire, and killed the several crunchers that rushed up to him.

    There was a body piece all over the ground and the rotten stench permeated the passage.

    Yin Fang, who was hiding behind, heaved a sigh of relief and lowered the raised his short gun.

    Looking at Crunchers on the ground, and the ck spots and Slime Mold on the far wall, his Adam¡¯s apple moved with difficulty. "I have a hunch... I¡¯m afraid there are many mutants ahead!"

    "This doesn¡¯t require a hunch from you. Anyone who isn¡¯t blind can see it," Chu Guang continued after a moment¡¯s pause, "The area ahead is better left for the yers to explore."

    After saying that, Chu Guang put away the rifle, tapped his index finger on the helmet twice, called up the mission window, and edited it skillfully.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Clear the exit of level B3<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Type: </strong>Hunting, Exploration, Assault<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Note: </strong>The passage outside the exit of level B3 is upied by Slime Mold mutants, we have to take it back from the hands of those beasts!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Target Professions: </strong>Hunters, Scavengers, Soldiers, and yers above LV5<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward]</strong>

    <strong>[Cruncher x1, 1 silver coin and 2 contribution points</strong>

    <strong>[Suicide Bomber x1, 1 silver coin and 1 contribution points]</strong>

    <strong>[Creeper x1, 20 silver coins and 20 contribution points]</strong>

    <strong>[Tyrant¡­]</strong>

    <strong>[...]</strong>

    ¡ª¡ª

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Explore level B3 tunnel<strong>]</strong>

    ¡ª¡ª

    <strong>[Mission:</strong> Investigate the source of Slime Mold contamination in level B3 tunnel<strong>]</strong>

    ...

    A total of 5 missions were updated in the mission channel, and yers who met the Target Profession condition could freely receive them.

    <em>This should be a good leveling location.</em>

    Even if there were 10,000 Crunchers, it was just 10,000 silver coins.

    Even if there were also 500 Creepers, it was just another 10,000 silver coins.

    That way, yers would not only gain experience, and improve their proficiency in shooting, archery, throwing, and fighting skills, but they would also earn money.

    It was simply perfect!

    If he could get another Active Matter Extractor, he could also deploy it there.

    The efficiency of extracting Active Matter from a Cruncher was average; 10 of them could only be refined into 1 unit of Active Matter. However, no matter how small mosquitoes were, they were still meat, and the umtion of small amounts could also be quite big in the end. Besides, it was better than letting the corpses of those mutants rot and stink in the tunnel, bing a breeding ground for germs.

    What he needed to pay was just some values ??that could be adjusted at any time.

    Thinking of this, the corners of Chu Guang¡¯s mouth curled up into a smile.

    Looking at Chu Guang with admiration, Yin Fang couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "Your yers are too useful."

    They were simply models of hard-working people.

    He had never seen such a hardworking shelter resident!

    Chu Guang joked, "It seems that you have gradually grasped the essence of this

    game¡­¡±

    Yin Fang was stunned when he heard a word he didn¡¯t understand. "Game?"

    "It means the art of exploitation."

    Yin Fang¡¯s eyes widened slowly. "...?"

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 Chapter 192.1: Take Out The 88mm Cannon

    The outpost square was crowded at the moment.

    Although it was already dark in the wastnd, and it was already dawn in reality, due to the update released, many yers who had just gotten offline came back from the forum.

    Eye Owe Money was the first to yell, "Brother, what profession did you choose?"

    Construction Boy grinned. "Hehe, this is a game of picking up garbage, of course, I have to choose scavenger!"

    Book Worm added at the side, "I went for the soldier profession!"

    Quit Smoking frowned and questioned, "Seriously? Bullets are so expensive, but your shooting experience has reached 3 already?"

    Book Worm chuckled in response and exined, "No, but if you have participated in more than three war campaigns, you can also meet the requirements, and the bullets in the NPC shop will be 10% off."

    Quit Smoking couldn¡¯t help but grumble, "This is not fair! I really envy you old yers!"

    Back at the guard house, Tail and Sisi led a big white bear and forced it to register as a soldier.Looking at the VM strapped to her arm, Roshan whispered aggrievedly, "But, I don¡¯t want to fight¡­ I just want to be a Lifestyle Profession yer."

    Sisi pretended to be serious and quickly changed her tune, "How can it be called a fight, we are obviously protecting everyone."

    Tail gave a thumbs up energetically, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "That¡¯s right! Roro, show a little manliness!"

    Roshan grumbled in a low voice, "But, but I¡¯m a girl."

    Tail was taken aback. "Huh?! I almost forgot about it if you didn¡¯t say it!"

    Sisi went up and tugged at the fur on its stomach, trying to make the big white bear man up. "No matter what, you should first shout that Beastmen will never be ves, <em>roar</em>!... Come on, just try it once."

    Roshan looked embarrassed, and was forced to open her ws helplessly.

    <em>"Roar, roar... Oooh."</em>

    Awkward silence fell upon thend.

    Sisi and Tail looked at each other and sighed in unison.

    "Tail, I gave up."

    "Tsk, it really should be used as emergency food."

    <em>Roshan: QAQ</em>

    In the industrial area not far away.

    Night Ten, who had juste out of the shelter and took up the Scavenger profession from the warehouse manager, happened to see Mosquito, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Brother, what career did you choose?" ?

    "Craftsman, Scavenger! And I haven¡¯t decided on thest one yet," Mosquito said with a smile, "Speaking of which, why are there no Revered Inventor or Grandmaster at Arms? This is unreasonable!"

    Night Ten almost choked when hearing what he said. "Pfft, you think we are ying <em>League of Legends</em>?"

    Before he finished speaking, a slight tremor suddenly came from his feet.

    The yers, who were standing on the square and discussing the new version with each other, had surprised expressions on their faces. They all looked around in confusion.

    "What the heck? Is it an earthquake?"

    "Are they testing something new?¡±

    "It¡¯s awesome! There are even earthquakes! This game is getting more and more realistic."

    Apart from feeling that the game¡¯s physics engine was getting more and more realistic, the yers weren¡¯t panicking at all.

    On the contrary, the NPCs of the outpost were frightened by this sudden change in situation.

    In the North Gate Market.

    Autumn Weed, who was setting up the stall, took her younger sister Autumn Leaves in her arms and put her arms around her shivering shoulders, her eyes filled with panic.

    In the nomadic tribe not far away.

    The animals in the barn were restless, and the elderly herdsmen knelt on the ground, muttering something in their mouths and praying to the gods.

    They wondered if their prayers worked as the tremorsted for some time before it stopped.

    Then many NPCs ran to check whether the house was damaged, but the yers were still talking about what new tricks their favorite developer Light was cooking up.

    At this moment, an excited shout suddenly came from the square, "Holy shit! Hurry up! Check out all your VMs!"

    Hearing the yell, everyone started to look at their VMs.

    "VM? Is there anything on the VM?"

    "It¡¯s a new mission! But it seems that only Soldiers, Hunters, and Scavengers can receive it!"

    Staring at the VM screen, Night Ten who opened the mission window, found something different in the mission description.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Clear the exit of level B3<strong>]</strong>

    A surprised expression appeared on Night Ten¡¯s face. "We have a new exit on level B3?!

    Mosquito was also startled. "What the fuck?! Why didn¡¯t I see it earlier?"

    Night Ten said with a weird expression, "Maybe¡­ Maybe that¡¯s the new area that was just unlocked. Anyway, let¡¯s take a look first!"

    "Let¡¯s go together!"

    ...

    Since there was a new mission, they naturally had to head over to take a look.

    Several yers immediately formed a group and took the risk to head over to the tunnel at level B3 for a look. Soon, they found that there were still quite a few mutants inside.

    However, there was a very serious problem as everyone¡¯s weapons were stored in the maintenance room on level B1.

    ording to the Shelter Resident Handbook, the shelter was a safe area and one could not pass through the airlock room with weapons. However, except for within the shelter, there was no other entrance that could send them to level B3!

    They were basically not allowed to bring their weapons for the mission, but they couldn¡¯t possibly fight mutants with their bare hands, right?!

    Except for the strength type yers and a certain intelligence type yer who had a bionic limb, few could probablypete with mutants head-on!

    Fortunately, their trusty developers probably found the bug and fixed it.

    Through the VM, yers could submit an application for carrying weapons through the shelter. As long as they checked the box for their bound equipment, they could take it through the gate of the airlock room and enter the shelter.

    However, for yers with weapons, after entering the shelter, the authority to use facilities would be temporarily locked. In principle, they only had the right of passage, and they needed to leave the restricted area as soon as possible.

    In that state, the yer would not be able to return to their room, use weapons, or enter the living area to use the equipment there.

    If they remained in random areas of the shelter for more than 5 minutes, they would receive a warning on their VM. On the 10th minute, the second warning would be issued.

    If they failed to leave the shelter within 15 minutes, they would be kicked out of the game as a minor vition and would be stopped from logging into the game for 10 minutes.

    Their equipment brought into the shelter would also be regarded as contraband and would be confiscated.

    From the airlock room on level B1 to the airlock room on level B3, the journey took 3 minutes. Giving them 15 minutes was very generous of him.

    The administrator also dragged two vending machines from Shelter 117 and ced them in the preparation room outside the airlock room on level B3.

    However, instead of drinks, the vending machine contained bullets and bandages. The bullets were also divided into two types, one was cheap bullets they could fire however they liked, and the other were made with the punching machine which were much more reliable.

    If yers required supplies, they didn¡¯t even need to go to the surface; they could buy them directly at the exit on level B3.

    Everything was as convenient as could be!N?v(el)B\\jnn

    ...

    While the yers were fighting with the mutants in the tunnel, Chu Guang was in the warehouse on level B3, confirming the products produced from the ck box.

    A nurturing cabin and a VM, lying next to the discharge ports of the two ck boxes, were still hot to the touch, which was very magical.

    There was nothing interesting about the VM. It was the same model he found on level B2 before. Maybe those VMs were produced by the ck box in front of him.

    As for the clone-specific nurturing cabin...

    Yin Fang stroked his chin and looked at it for a while, then gave ament. "This is kind of like a simplified nurturing cabin."

    Chu Guang asked, "What is a simplified nurturing cabin?"

    Yin Fang replied, "Simply put, the organism lying in it will not stop metabolizing. It just puts the organism into a sleep state¡­ Mhm, it seems to have a scanning function."

    While speaking, a light blue interface appeared in Chu Guang¡¯s field of vision, hovering above the nurturing cabin. It seemed that in the eyes of the Administrator Menu, the things produced by the ck box in the shelter were also part of Shelter 404.

    Now, it was the Administrator Menu that exercised the right to interpret what it chose¡­

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 Chapter 192.2: Take Out The 88mm Cannon

    <strong>[Item: Clone Nurturing Cabin]</strong>

    <strong>[Exnation: </strong>Contains organism scanning, gic information, DNA expression detection functions, and can upload data to the main shelter server within the coverage of the signal.<strong>]</strong>

    <em>It¡¯s a save point!</em>

    After reading this line of instructions, Chu Guang immediately gave an evaluation in his heart.

    <em>It is a pity that this does not have the function of creating clones. It can only help yers to get offline and save the progress of gic sequence development.</em>

    <em>It seems that the ck box for the production of the nurturing cabin is not on this floor.</em>

    <em>But it is quite reasonable. If it¡¯s really here, why would there be nurturing cabins in all 600 rooms? The previous administrator can just let me make them myself. </em>

    Just when Chu Guang felt that not getting the ck box to make nurturing cabins was a pity, the door of the warehouse opened. Hyrja walked in quickly from the outside, approaching him while praising non-stop. "Your infirmary is really amazing. Not only does it have a dispensing room but also a sample bank. It¡¯s just like a small medicalboratory! It¡¯s much more functional than our infirmary at Shelter 117! Can you lend it to me?"

    "Of course, it was prepared for you." Seeing that Hyrja was so satisfied with the working environment, a smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. He liked hard-working employees the most!"Thank you! I¡¯m nning to start a new subject, mainly for the study of the ecological environment and species in the wastnd. Those equipment wille in handy!" Hyrja said happily with a cheerful smile on her face, "It would be great if you can just lend me a few more samples."

    <em>Emmm...</em>

    <em>She should be referring to samples from mutants, right?</em>

    Before Chu Guang came back to his senses, Yin Fang who was standing beside him suddenly took two steps forward in excitement, staring straight at her. "Wait a minute, if you don¡¯t mind me asking... Do you have imnts installed?"

    Hyrja froze for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Yes¡­¡­"

    "Eyes? Hands? Or did you change your organs? Incredible... Could you let me study you?"

    Looking at Yin Fang who had a frenzied expression, Hyrja¡¯s face turned pale and hid behind Chu Guang in fear.

    Chu Guang sighed and looked helplessly at his other employee. "You know what? You look like a pervert now."

    Yin Fang looked confused and asked Hyrja. "Are you¡­ Are you not an android?¡±

    "I just installed more bionic organs than normal people..." Hyrja, who was standing behind Chu Guang, looked at him with a cold face.

    Standing between the two, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but hold his forehead.

    <em>This guy is too damn stupid.</em>

    <em>Is there anyone who will call a girl an android to her face?!</em>

    Not far away, Xia Yan, who was standing with Little Seven, suddenly whispered. "Too close."

    Little Seven raised the camera and looked at her like she was some strange being.

    Noticing Little Seven¡¯s gaze, Xia Yan nced at it. "What are you looking at me for?"

    "Little Seven is just curious."

    ¡°Curious?"

    "That¡¯s right, Little Seven wants to know what weird things you¡¯re thinking about this time. By the way, Little Seven wants to know what you¡¯re thinking about rted to reproduction since that¡¯s all you seem to think about.¡±

    Xia Yan blushed and shot it a murderous nce, "You¡­ You are just a cleaning robot! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

    Calling it a cleaning robot seemed to have angered Little Seven. It spun around in circles in anger. "You¡­ You¡­! Little Seven has decided not to say a word to you for 24 hours, hmmm!¡±

    Looking at the paper bin spinning in ce, Xia Yan rolled her eyes.

    <em>Who cares!</em>

    <em>Don¡¯t ask me to carry you upter.</em>

    ...

    On the first day of theunch of the new version, the forum received rave reviews.

    In the past, missions were either piled up on the public mission window or appeared on individual yers¡¯ VM. Every day, many yers were struggling to decide on which mission they needed to do or wonder which yer had a dirty deal with the gamepany again.

    Although Wastnd Online was still in the closed alpha stage, many yers had obviously taken it seriously and regarded it as a second home outside of reality.

    In Wastnd Online, there were the super righteous administrator Dawn, the super cute Xiaoyu, the Tsundere Weapon Shop Owner Xia Yan, the dedicated Luca, the little brother from Baker Street who always came by to visit them, Dr. Yin who could shove people¡¯s heads into their butts, and the recently updated SSSR card who had silver hair!

    After ying enough games, and being tired of being exploited, it was great for them to experience some slow-paced casual games from time to time.

    Especially after lying down and ying games all night, not only were they not sleepy the next day, but they were able to greet the rising sun with fresh energy.

    There probably wouldn¡¯t be a second game like that in the world.

    Back on the official website.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>The exit on level B3 of Shelter 404 is open, and a rich undergroundbyrinth is open to yers!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Liu Ding, Deputy Captain of the Guards: </strong>237 people joined the guards today. I salute you all, warriors who fight for peace!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Xiaoyu: </strong>The relocation of the steel nt is about to bepleted. It¡¯s said that the new base will be established soon, so there should be many interesting workshops.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Guard Captain Wrench: </strong>Who the hell invented that bike? It¡¯s so good, I have to give him a medal!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Wastnd Tip: </strong>Yesterday, there were traces of Deathw activity in Elm District. Hunters in Elm District, please be careful and approach it with caution. Although Deathw¡¯s meat can provide a buff, remember not to eat it raw, and be sure to roast it before tasting it!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipe: </strong>Egg drop rice wine, pretzel<strong>]</strong>

    Construction Boy: Hahaha, the new version is too cool!

    Kakarot: Huh! There are still two days, so I¡¯m so anxious to wait!

    Sesame Paste: Woohoo, I¡¯m now sleeping with my helmet on the pillow!

    Quit Smoking: ?! What kind of strange strategy is this? Wait no, how did you do it?!

    Makka Pakka: By the way, can the nting area on level B3 be open to yers? I think something can be nted there!

    Quit Bullshit: Bullshit, those are obviously fish tanks!

    Makka Pakka: You are a fish tank, your whole family is a fish tank!

    Zhang Hai: Damn it, can you type slower? I can¡¯t see anything!

    Gale: Compared to the nting area, what interests me most about the new version is the powerhouse. I am curious whether the devs are modeling a tokamak or a sterator when designing a controble fusion reactor. Are they using maic or inertial constraints or the less popr electrostatic constraints? And what is the ignition device? But this part of the content seems to be not avable at the moment, which is a pity.

    Night Ten: Devs: I¡¯m sorry, we didn¡¯t think about it that much. Why don¡¯t you make one for us? ( ?

    Irene: +1. Since the rifle¡¯s model are copies from CF, then I have a reasonable doubt that the reactor probably copies Overwatch. ( ?

    Battlefield Cheerleader: This makes no sense. Is my <em>EVE </em>not worthy of copying?n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao. Tokamak and Sterator? Quit your bullshit! Someone in my family is an academician of the Academy of Physics. Because he¡¯s too famous so I won¡¯t disclose his name here, lest he will be harassed by you guys. In short, he told me that those fusion reactors or what in the game shouldn¡¯t be taken seriously at all. It is full of loopholes!

    Gale: In front of the universe, we are all frogs at the bottom of the well. It is not ridiculous to be imaginative. What is ridiculous is those arrogant people who think that they know everything.

    Night Ten: Dang, Gale is getting serious! He started saying things I don¡¯t understand! ( ?

    Old White: I remember Gale is teaching physics IRL.

    Gale: (Squint)

    Irene: You people, can you be kinder to this troll. It¡¯s hard to be an all-knowing troll nowadays you know ( ?

    Elf Wang: ina is so sarcastic. You call him a troll, but you still want us to treat him kindly. ( ?

    Makka Pakka: Hahahahaha!

    There was a lively atmosphere in the forum, and without any surprise, The greatest troll ran away after trying to show off, giving others no chance to ridicule him at all. Everyone spected that this guy probably did not get the qualification for the test phase, and came to the forum to vent.

    Speaking of which, Light also seemed to be a troll. There was a badge for those who had already applied to be a yer in the Alpha testing phase and disyed it on people¡¯s personal pages by default.

    Everyone knew that while that guy was making fun of the game, he also applied to be a test yer, which was clearly shameless behavior.

    ...

    The next day.

    All yers with VMs received the server announcement.

    The disused tire factory located between the outpost and Longevity Town had finally been renovated, and heavy industrial facilities, including Steel nt 81, had finally been relocated.

    Since it was less than five kilometers away from the outpost, no new stronghold was set up, and it was regarded as part of the outpost.

    In the newly built workshop, Bathroom Goer, Athlete Foot and Mosquito got together.

    The three most capable craftsmen in the entire server were discussing something intensely.

    Bathroom Goer started out with a loud cry, ¡°We need an anti-aircraft weapon!¡±

    Athlete Foot added. ¡°It better be cheap and easy to build!¡±

    ¡°And it better be able to hit both the air and the ground units!¡± Mosquito chimed in from the side.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t we make 88mm k?¡± Athlete Foot asked all of a sudden.

    Brother Bathroom¡¯s eyes lit up and gave a thumbs up. ¡°Yes, we can make that!¡±

    The two immediately looked at Mosquito, but they did not expect Mosquito to disagree with them. ¡°I object! An 88mm k is neither cheap nor easy to build!¡±

    Athlete¡¯s Foot frowned in response. ¡°We didn¡¯t say we would make an identical one, can¡¯t we just change it slightly?¡±

    Bathroom Goer nodded in agreement, ¡°That¡¯s right! At the worst, we¡¯ll just build an 88mm smoothbore gun, which can also be called an AA gun!¡±

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help butin, ¡°AA gun my ass! Can it even hit a ne?¡±

    ¡°How do you know that what we made can¡¯t hit a ne?!¡± Bathroom Goer snapped at him as soon as he spoke.

    Mosquito sighed, looking at the sky, and then suddenly said with a look of righteousness on his face, ¡°For the future of Shelter 404, it looks like we have to part ways.¡±

    Athlete Foot watched him cautiously and eventually decided to ask, ¡°Then, what are you nning to make?¡±

    Mosquito said with ardent eyes, ¡°Fliegerfaust[1]">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fliegerfaust[/ref]! I n to change the 9unch tubes to 12! With that strange fiber that can increase the explosion speed of gunpowder, I think it will definitely work!¡±

    ¡°...¡±

    ¡°...¡±

    <em>Has anyone shot down a ne with Fliegerfaust before?!</em>

    1. ?

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 Chapter 193.1: Unbelievable Slime Mold

    In the nting area on level B3.

    Thest row of soilless nting units.

    Standing in front of a transparent window, Chu Guang stroked his chin with his right hand, his handsome face full of shock.

    "Potatoes, corn, tomatoes, pak choi, cabbage... I didn¡¯t expect so many good things to be hidden here."

    He originally nned to check out the situation in the nting area, but he did not expect that after walking around the nting unit, he found an unexpected surprise.

    Behind the transparent window, there were many boxes with onlybels, which stored the seeds of different varieties of crops.

    The seeds were soaked in a special solution and kept at extremely low temperatures.

    Chu Guang counted them carefully and found that there were 12 kinds of pre-war crops stored in the freezer. Their growth cycle ranged from short to long, and the climate suitable for growing those seeds ranged from tropical to frigid, almostpletely covering every environment.

    No matter what kind of climatic environment the inhabitants of the shelter were facing after the door of the shelter was opened, they could find at least one variety suitable for the climate they were facing to grow.Other than that, the seeds were gically modified and improved varieties, roughly simr to the Beta-712 cotton seeds he had previously drawn from loot boxes.

    Quietly following the administrator, looking at the interested expression on his face, Makka Pakka yelled in excitement, "Dear administrator, I think we should make use of these facilities!"

    Chu Guang nodded and said. "You¡¯re right, I do have a n for this."

    Makka Pakka, who was standing beside Chu Guang, looked at him expectantly, but even after the administrator turned to leave, he still did not hear the sentence he wanted to hear.

    Blinking in confusion, he hurriedly lowered his head and nced at his VM.

    <em>Huh?</em>

    <em>Why didn¡¯t I trigger the mission?</em>

    <em>Did I use the wrong key words?</em>

    ...

    When it came to growing nts in soilless nting units in the nting area, sowing, watering, fertilizing, and harvesting could all be done through preset programs.

    In a sense, simr to the ck box production method, the need for people who were knowledgeable when it came to growing crops was extremely low.

    With such a high degree of automation, there was no need for yers to take care of it. Chu Guang intended to leave it to Little Seven.

    Excessive manual participation would only drag down the efficiency of the facility.

    In terms of production ideas, Chu Guang intended to focus on the breeding of staple food varieties with long growth cycles, supplemented by short-cycle crops such as pak choi.

    When spring came next year, the seeds of those staple crops woulde in handy.

    "There are 50 nting units, and the theoretical nting area is only 300,000 square meters... Actually, it might be a little less."

    Even if one intensively cultivated nting unit could support 5 people, the output of 50 units was only enough to feed 250 people, and it was not even enough to cover the new yers of Alpha 0.9.

    Every time Chu Guang thought about it, he couldn¡¯t help feeling a little speechless.

    "This is very unreasonable. The nting area can¡¯t even feed the residents on this floor. Is everyone here supposed to eat nutritional cream?"

    <em>It couldn¡¯t be that bad, could it?</em>

    <em>Or maybe¡­ There¡¯s a secret reason behind it?</em>

    <em>In any case, food is the most important issue.</em>

    In addition to food, his yers also needed fur coats to withstand the cold. Although a blue coat had the function of keeping warm, it was only for the ordinary coldness. ?This winter in Clearspring City, theke had even shown signs of freezing, which obviously wouldn¡¯t happen unless the temperature was extremely cold.

    Compared with the nurturing cabin, the materials needed to support yers were a more urgent problem that needed to be solved.

    What¡¯s more troublesome was that it would be December soon, the most difficult period of winter. Everyone¡¯s food supply was probably running out.

    Brown Farm couldn¡¯t give out anymore food, and there were no survivors¡¯ settlements with rtively high grain yields in the vicinity.

    The only thing Chu Guang could count on was the Greenhouse Ruins.

    He actually hoped Makka Pakka could create some miracle and do something useful for the shelter.

    It¡¯d been a while since Chu Guang gave him the corn seeds, it made him wonder how his cornfields were doing.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    After leaving the nting area, Chu Guang went to the infirmary, intending to see what his newly recruited bioengineering expert was doing.

    Due to the frequent onlookers and harassment of the yers, the door here seemed to have been locked.

    Although for Chu Guang, the doors from floors B1 to B3 were as good as decorations to him, he still politely rang the doorbell.

    Soon after the doorbell rang, the door opened.

    Passing through the infirmary, Chu Guang went straight to the room inside.

    Judging from the equipment here and theyout of the room, it should be a medicalboratory.

    When he passed through the sliding door, Hyrja, d in a blue coat, was standing in front of an electron microscope, looking through the observation scope, and skillfully operating the buttons on the touch screen with her right hand.

    Standing by and observing for a while, Chu Guang asked with interest, "What¡¯s this?"

    Without stopping her hand, Hyrja, whose eyes were firmly pressed on the scope, said excitedly. "Mutant Slime Mold. The sample collected from Crunchers! Thanks to your yers, I¡¯m able to study it. Can you please thank them for me?"

    It seemed that she waspletely familiar with how to use the yers, although not fully used to their enthusiasm.

    Chu Guang was very pleased with her adaptability.

    If only all of his NPCs had such a high level ofprehension, then his micro-maniption could at least be reduced by half.

    "I¡¯ll pass on your thanks. How is it? Can you find anything?"

    Unlike the shelter residents who had lived in the wastnd for a while, Hyrja had been staying in Shelter 117 before. Although she had heard about the dangerous species that were active outside, she had never reallye into contact with them.

    The administrator of Shelter 117 was a rtively conservative leader, and did not support taking samples from the wastnd back to the shelter at the risk of unbncing the ecological environment inside.

    But Chu Guang didn¡¯t have so many scruples. Shelter 404 had already been opened, and he had no ns topletely seal the door again. So he didn¡¯t mind taking some samples in at all.

    So when he heard that Hyrja was nning to study mutants in the wastnd, he agreed immediately, and even gave her a budget of 2000 silver coins.

    Even if he could only learn some weaknesses, the money was definitely worth it.

    "Mhm, these samples havepletely subverted my first impression of them! At first I thought that these mutant Slime Mold and those mutants you call Crunchers and Creepers have a parasitic rtionship, but then I found out that it is not the case at all."

    Chu Guang was slightly dazed by her discovery.

    That waspletely different from the rumors he had learned.

    "¡­ Is it not?"

    Hyrja, who was staring at the microscope, said without hesitation, "Of course not! Cruncher, Creeper, and Suicide Bomber... ording to the samples that have been collected so far, these creatures you call Slime Mold mutants are actually the fruiting bodies of the mutant Slime Mold, not a different species!"

    Hearing words that he did not understand at all, Chu Guang asked in a daze, "A fruiting body? What is that?"

    "A spore-forming structure! You may not know about Slime Mold¡­ They have very special characteristics. Sometimes, they would crawl around the ground like amoeba, other times, they would stand up releasing spores like a mushroom. And the habit of this Mutant Slime Mold is even more peculiar, the fruiting bodies formed by them are different from others in terms of morphology and behavior. They are actually highly simr to animals withplex body structures and highly differentiated organ functions!"

    Her pretty face was full of zeal when she spoke about stuff rted to science.

    Even though the scopes of the microscope blocked her eyes, Chu Guang could clearly feel that she was exuding apletely different aura than she usually did.

    Chu Guang asked cautiously, "Can you exin it in detail? I mean, try to use thenguage that people who aren¡¯t as educated can understand."

    "Inyman¡¯s terms, these Slime Molds show the same sociality as ants and bees! They have a clear division ofbor, some form toes, some form heads, some actively necrotize and harden, and the others transform into nerve tissue, and the muscles that move the limbs! It¡¯s like a unified consciousness that determines the selective expression of each gene in the Slime Mold cells."

    Taking her eyes away from the microscope, Hyrja looked at Chu Guang with an excited expression. "Have you not noticed that the Cruncher ispletely reconstructed ording to the form of human beings, and the Creeper is like abination of some kind of strange human with mutated limbs. They not only copy the appearance of other creatures, but also copy their hunting habits!"

    "The Suicide Bomber is rather strange. It seems to contain the characteristics of a variety of creatures and some nts. It simtes explosives in the way of attack, and uses self-sacrifice to help their own kind to capture prey... This is simply incredible! These Slime Molds are really creatures on this¡­"

    Watching Hyrja babbling nonstop, Chu Guang¡¯s face was filled with weird expressions.

    He originally only nned to ask her to take care of the crops when she was free since those soilless nting units were highly automated, and only needed to be looked after asionally.

    He didn¡¯t expect that he would hear something this incredible when he came looking for her.

    "You mean¡­ Do you mean to say that Slime Mold mutants like Crunchers, Creepers, and Suicide Bombers are all fruiting bodies of Mutated Slime Mold? And they are simply used to release spores?"

    Chu Guang pressed his index fingers against his temples. After trying to understand, he frowned, "That¡¯s strange, I heard that they are produced by hives."

    "Hive? What is that?" Hyrja grabbed Chu Guang¡¯s arm and said with sparkling eyes, "Can I get a sample of that? Oh right, you taught me that I can use VM to..."

    Halfway through, Hyrja seemed to remember something, let go of the hand that grabbed Chu Guang¡¯s arm, and raised the VM to prepare to ce her order.

    Chu Guang was taken aback by her actions and quickly stopped her. "Don¡¯t get excited, with the yers¡¯ current strength, they can¡¯t enter hives. You¡¯re going to get them killed."

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>Is she using the VM as a wishing machine?!</em>

    <em>Even if my yer is easy to use, they can¡¯t do everything!</em>

    Hyrja, who was stopped, was slightly dazed, and the movements of her hands stopped.

    "That hive... Is it really difficult to deal with?"

    "It¡¯s not just a problem of it being difficult to deal with. In fact, it¡¯s impossible.¡±

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 Chapter 193.2: Unbelievable Slime Mold

    Although ording to his standards, this kind of mission could not pass Little Seven¡¯s review, Chu Guang felt that it was necessary for the old popsicle whockedmon sense in the wastnd to understand what the world had be.

    Looking at Hyrja, who was stunned, Chu Guang paused for a moment, and told her the information he had summarized under the rted entries in the official website setting collection.

    This included Luo Hua¡¯s experiences during his travels, including the Tide that would break out every once in a while in ?Clearspring City.

    After hearing all those things that she had never heard before, Hyrja finally got a general idea of ??the dangers of hives.

    <em>This was extremely dangerous! It was on the level of a natural disaster, if not higher!</em>

    Even an old local survivor force like Boulder Town with a certain industrial ability would find it difficult to face the Tide set off by a hive.

    As for collecting samples from a hive, it was almost impossible to do with the current conditions of the shelter.

    "Sorry, I didn¡¯t know it would be so dangerous..." Hyrja¡¯s face showed a look of shame.

    Chu Guang shook his head and said. "It¡¯s fine, I was surprised when I first heard about the hive. The research on mutants can be done step by step, and when we have the ability to solve the trouble in the city center, I guarantee you will get the samples you want. "Although this condition was not yet avable, Chu Guang had no doubt in his heart that he and his yers would one daypletely eradicate the troubles in the city center.

    Anyway, he got some interesting information from Hyrja.

    Chu Guang intended to selectively update this information on the official website setting pages for his yers as a reference.

    ...

    At the end of a busy day.

    The yers carrying javelins, spears, and axes came out from the depths of the tunnel on level B3, unsatisfied.

    In one day, they sessfully pushed the front line 500 meters south and north at the same time, killing nearly 2,000 Crunchers, hundreds of Suicide Bombers, and nearly twenty Creepers!

    The number of mutants in the tunnel wasrger than expected, especially in the direction of the north. There, Crunchers crowded together, forming a huge wave!

    However, the experienced yers were smart enough to ce wooden barricades along the way to slow the Cruncher¡¯s advance.

    As long as they couldn¡¯t gather in a massive group, a Cruncher swarm was no longer that scary.

    To deal with mutants that only had a single attack method and needed to rely on numbers to win, as long as they were not surrounded, even Lifestyle Profession yers who were not good at fighting could get rid of the threat.

    Not to mention those high-level yers in the tunnel whose average level was above LV6!

    In the shelter, there were already long queues at the bathroom entrances on level B2 and level B3. yers were yelling at each other.

    "God damn it! Hurry the fuck up!"

    "That¡¯s right! Stop wasting our time! It¡¯s been ten minutes since you went into the shower!"

    "Are you all dogs? Don¡¯t you need more than 10 minutes to shower?¡±

    "I strongly rmend the gamepany to raise the water prices!"

    "Don¡¯t raise it, if you raise it again, Boss Ya won¡¯t be able to afford to take a shower!"

    "Go away!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Yin Fang, who was carrying a bucket and nned to wash up before eating, was frightened by what he was seeing. He no longer dared to eat, and quickly hid in his makeshiftboratory.

    The same situation could be seen outside theundry room.

    Especially the yers who came out of the tunnel; all of them looked like they hade out from a coal mine. Their bodies were covered with more ash than blood!

    After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Night Ten, who was going to go back to the room to log off, happened to see Mosquito. Seeing the dude¡¯s ugly appearance, he went up to greet him with a smile. "Yo! Mosquito my man, you seem to be in a good mood today, you even came here to raid a dungeon with us."

    "What dungeon? I was testing new equipment."

    "It blew up again?"

    Hearing the tone of mockery in Night Ten¡¯s voice, Mosquito couldn¡¯t help rolling his eyes. "What do you mean it blew up again?! Can it still be called a weapon if it doesn¡¯t blow up? In short, the results of today¡¯s test are not bad, but there is a small problem with the ratio of the propent. I have to make theunch tube longer."

    After a pause, Mosquito looked at Night Ten and continued, "I don¡¯t have time to exin it to you. By the way, have you seen that stupid lizard? Why didn¡¯t I see that guy squatting in the corner doing push-ups today?"

    Talking about the lizardman, Night Ten immediatelyughed out loud, "You mean that guy? Hahaha, he went crazy in the tunnel at the exit of level B3! I guess he isn¡¯t satisfied with killing yet."

    Thinking back to the early versions, Garbage had such an awesome character. He was able to act at night, get pentakills easily, and tear mutants apart with his hands. All yers were envious of him.

    However, who would have thought that in less than a month, winter woulde, and Garbage, a cold-blooded animal, was directly frozen underground, and he couldn¡¯t even get out of the gate of the shelter.

    Sure enough, there was really a ridiculously buffed profession in each version of the game, and newbies would never be able to understand how unbnced some professions were.

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help smacking his tongue. "I feel sorry for Garbage, this guy has been frozen for at least three versions, right?"

    Night Ten also sighed with emotion. "Yes."

    The night in the wastnd gradually darkened, and the sun in the real world had already risen.

    Every time a yer went offline during the peak period, the traffic of Wastnd Online¡¯s official website forum would usher in a new wave of discussions.

    Chu Guang briefly browsed the forum. He found that the enthusiasm of the yers to discuss the new version heunched was quite high.

    In less than 72 hours, more than 100 guides had been created.

    <strong>The Self-Cultivation of a Monster Hunter.</strong>

    <strong>The Guide on How to Farm Cracklew Crab Alone.</strong>

    <strong>The Scavenger¡¯s Handbook.</strong>

    <strong>The OP¡¯s Blood-vomiting Summary, 20 Cost-Effective Recycling Materials.</strong>

    <strong>All I Want is a Like! </strong>

    <strong>The Most Buffed Profession Of Version Is Born! </strong>

    <strong>This Strength-type Scavenger Will Tell You What It Means To Be Strong To Make Miracles.</strong>

    <strong>Starting With Two Hands, Picking Up All Equipment.</strong>

    <strong>Strategy For The Exit Tunnel On level B3 of Shelter 404.</strong>

    <strong>The Perpetual Motion Of The Four Constitutions Fighting Formation Will Make You A Fortune.</strong>

    <strong>Farm Until The Monsters Are Extinct. </strong>

    "..." Chu Guang simply read a few articles and couldn¡¯t help but admire the wisdom and imaginations of these yers.

    <em>What is a high-quality human yer?</em>

    <em>They are merely average yers in Wastnd Online!</em>

    The people who wrote the guides were very enthusiastic, but the enthusiasm of the lurking yers, cloud gamers, and foolishizens wasn¡¯t negligible either.

    Among the more than 100 guides, more than 20% had likes and replies over 10,000!

    By the standards of standard online forums, the figure was quite exaggerated.

    However, what interested Chu Guang the most were not those guide posts, but a few popr posts in the discussion forum.

    Mosquito: Damn it! The power of the 12 barreled rocket is enough, but the chamber speed is still a bit low! I can¡¯t hit a high-speed target at all! However, it seems surprisingly good for ground targets¡­

    Old White: How much is it?

    Mosquito: 80 silver coins!

    Night Ten: Tsk, yours is much more expensive than the Armor Fist Bazooka in the Weapon Store. I can just buy that if I need one. Even the Cracklew Crab can be blown up by it. ( ?

    Mosquito: Expensive my ass! That¡¯s my cost price!

    Ample Time: Brother, find a way to reduce costs, or it will never be practical. By the way, the number of yers has increased, so it is time to expand the scale of production.

    Mosquito: Damn it, this makes my head hurt! I¡¯ll think about it again!

    Old White: If you ask me, I would say don¡¯t bother with making any anti-aircraft rocketunchers. Let alone guidance, you don¡¯t even have the proximity fuse, so what are you going to use for defense? Why don¡¯t you make a SPG-9 Recoilless Gun? That gun¡¯s anti-aircraft effect is probably more reliable than that Armor Fist. (Squint)

    Night Ten: +1, if you give me a good angle, I can even take down the ne with the main gun of a tank. ( ?

    Mosquito: Get lost! You think this is <em>Battlefield</em>?!

    Actually, Chu Guang didn¡¯t quite understand the violent aesthetics in Mosquito¡¯s heart.

    His research and development capability was actually very strong. It was mainly because of him that the outpost had the ability to produce chemical products, as well as explosives such as nitrocellulose and TNT so quickly.

    However¡­

    The weapons created by him were always very strange, and there were only a handful of them that were practical.

    Although that was not necessarily a bad thing, Chu Guang felt that he should not rely on Mosquito to produce the outpost¡¯s air defense weapons.

    In another post that was slightly less popr than Mosquito, Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot were having a technical exchange with some special capable cloud gamers.

    Bathroom Goer: It is still a bit difficult to imitate the 88mm gun. Although the design drawings and videos can be found online, and the parts can be cut out with the shelter¡¯s alien technology, many problems still could not be solved. Especially the barrel. If I want to increase the initial velocity of the shell, I must increase the charge, and make a barrel that can withstand greater pressure!

    Athlete Foot: That¡¯s right, and researching new equipment is too expensive! 500 silver coins are not enough for research and development. We need to add another 0 behind it at the very least¡­

    The high research and development expense was indeed a problem.

    Staring at theputer screen, Chu Guang thought for a moment, then cut to the desktop and opened his budget form.

    For research and development ofrge-scale equipment with high production thresholds andrge expenses, it was not suitable for yers to bear the research and development costspletely.

    Chu Guang thought for a while and came up with an idea.

    He intended to set up a special fund to support the research and development of new equipment. As long as it passed the review, yers could get financial support from the shelter.

    As for the project of anti-aircraft weapons of Steel nt 81...

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and made a decision.

    "The budget for 5000 silver coins would seem too obvious, so I will change it to... 5500 silver coins. If it is still not enough, it can be increased."

    "The old missions will remain unchanged, and the new missions will be reissued in the form of exclusive orders."

    As for Mosquito...

    Chu Guang decided to wait and see what he woulde up with first.

    If Mosquito coulde up with a reliable design, Chu Guang would definitely support him with a budget. The only problem they were facing at that moment was that Chu Guang didn¡¯t know what that crazy asshole wasing up with!

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 Chapter 194.1: My Cute New Little Batch Of Leeks Are Here!

    North of Linghu Wend Park.

    In the ruins of the abandoned tire factory.

    It was once their of the Bloodhand n, and with its fall, it was once upied by cockroaches and rats.

    Recently, the well-structured factory building was repurposed as a result of the expansion of ??Shelter 404.

    With the efforts of countless new yers, the mutants who built their nests here were expelled, and NPCs set up guard posts in the surrounding high-rise buildings. And now it had be the northern industrial area of ??the outpost, and all the light and heavy industries that were originally crowded on the south side of the nursing home had been relocated to where the factory was.

    That included both the Steel nt 81 owned by yers who were professionally trained in real life, and Goblin Technology owned by the crazy asshole who seemed to be a god inte weapons researcher.

    Although under Mosquito¡¯s constant begging, the generous administrator finally agreed to keep his hut on the south side of the outpost, the production activities involving chemicals, inmmables and explosives in the future had to be carried out in ces far away from the vicinity of the resurrection point.

    It was not that Chu Guang was targeting him, but it was that there were too manyints.

    That crazy bastard randomly test-fired weapons in the forest outside the base, either scaring away the fish in theke or identally setting the pine and cypress trees outside the base on fire. In the past month or so, people had approached Chu Guang more than once to protest against Gobin Technology, hoping that he could restrain Mosquito a little.Chu Guang believed that Mosquito didn¡¯t do it intentionally, but to let him continue to mess around would make Chu Guang a little nervous.

    These problems would not exist where the factory was. First of all, it was 5 kilometers away from the outpost, and it was in an abandoned uninhabited urban area.

    There were enough mutants in there for him to test his strange weapons.

    In the future, Mosquito would no longer have to risk being thrown into theke by angry fishermen when he secretly shot rockets into theke!

    All in all, under the nning of the wise and powerful administrator, the northern industrial zone would use steel and coal as the pir industries to produce seamless steel pipes of various calibers, bullets, stamping receivers and other manufacturing products. yers were encouraged to be creative and make more cheap and user-friendly products.

    There were usually no scavengers near a marauder¡¯sir, and the nearby area was rich in recyble resources. Even if the inventory was asionally insufficient, scavengers could be hired to collect materials.

    The most important thing was that it was close to the road that led out of the city. As long as the obstacles and vegetation along the road were removed, and the road surface was slightly repaired, trucks could even drive directly to the factory gate from under the elevated road nearby!

    Whether it was the advantages of transportation or resources, the factory was much better than the outpost located in the wend park.

    It was simply a boon for industrial yers!

    The truck-essible factory where the dried meat of unknown creatures was hung, had been transformed into the new site of Steel nt 81!

    A circr hole was dug out at the top of the factory building, on which a red brick chimney was built. It was like a torch, igniting small but firm light on the ruins of civilization.

    ...

    Inside the building of Steel nt 81¡­

    Hot molten iron filled the st furnace.

    With sweat dripping all over his neck, Li Niu unbuttoned his jacket and fanned his palms to cool himself. "The fire today feels twice as hot as yesterday. Am I just feeling things?"

    If it wasn¡¯t for the two VM-wearing foreman forbidding it, he even wanted to take off the steel helmet with the fur lining on the top of his head.

    Standing next to him was the neighbor from the same town, Wu Dahe of the Wu Family that lived beside him. Their family was a cksmith, but there was no business in winter, and there were very few opportunities to open the shop.

    So when recruiting new workers, both sons of the Wu family both applied. The older one was hired to do the same task as him as a furnace worker, and was also responsible for doing some chores, while the younger one was selected to be a stick worker, operating the stick for hot rolling under the guidance of the blue coats. asionally, it was necessary to use a hammer to hit some small pieces, but that was not always the case.

    "The foreman said that a new batch of funds has been received in the factory. The factory manager ns to add boron to the st furnace and try to make 50B steel... It is said that it is used to make gun barrels."

    Li Niu looked curious. "What is boron?"

    Wu Dahe took out a small stone from his pocket, shook it in front of him, and put it back. "This kind of little ck stone, it is said that the strength of steel can be greatly improved by adding only a small amount, but the amount must be controlled and we can¡¯t add too much... I don¡¯t know much, anyway, this kind ofplicated thing will be handled by those blue coats. We just need to do what they say."

    Li Niu nodded in understanding, then asked again after a while, "What is 50B steel?"

    Wu Dahe shook his head and replied, "I don¡¯t know. Anyway, just do as they say."

    Li Niu was speechless.

    Although he didn¡¯t get the answer he wanted, he noted it down in his heart.

    <em>With the addition of boron, steel would be more durable, but only a little, not too much.</em>

    But soon, other confusions arose in his mind.

    <em>But how much exactly should I add?</em>

    <em>Also, does the steel mentioned here mean all kinds of steel? Or is it only limited to a few types?</em>

    After all, the method of making steel in the factory was very strange. Sometimes, tungsten was added, and during some other times, chromium and nickel were added, they would even add silicon from time to time! ording to the different materials, the use of steel was also different. Some were sent to make barrels, some were made into receivers, and there were also some that were made into bicycle frames.

    The work of a cksmith at Baker Street would not be so troublesome. At most, a little carbon would be added, but the forged tools were still passable, and they were also sturdy and durable.

    It was said that smart cksmiths also specialized in recycling steel from scrap car racks, especially the kind that were parked in indoor garages.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Those materials that were returned to forge steel would be much more durable than ordinary steel.

    Li Niu was not a cksmith. Before he came to the outpost, he was just a scavenger living on Baker Street. asionally he would go out hunting with Yu Hu, the second son of the Yu Family, because he could always find the den of wild boar... Although he didn¡¯t know how he did it.

    As for why he worked there¡­ That was a long story.

    A week ago, when the industrial area of ??the outpost was relocated, Charlie posted a job notice on the square, recruiting 5 to 10 able-bodied workers between the ages of 16 and 35 to help out. The job not only provided two meals a day but also 1 silver coin of daily sry.

    At the Subdistrict Office store on Baker Street, 1 silver coin could be exchanged for 1 kilogram of green wheat or shofar potatoes and 50 grams of salt.

    Such a good job opportunity was extremely rare. Not to mention that on such cold days, there weren¡¯t that many jobs to begin with. So hearing that he could save some food for the family, Li Niu signed up without any hesitation.

    As for whether they would be paid in chips or silver coins, not many people cared recently.

    The caravans in Boulder Town had stoppeding here since the winter. For survivors, whatever they could use to buy food was money.

    The work of relocating the factory was not veryborious. It was just to transport somerge and small things out of the forest with a trailer, load them on a truck at the north gate of the park, and then unload the truck at the abandoned tire factory.

    The abandoned tire factory used to be the stronghold of Bloodhand n, and many Baker Street residents were afraid to approach it, but Li Niu was not afraid.

    Bloodhand n had been eliminated, and on the roof of the factory building, the g of Shelter 404 was fluttering.

    He often followed Yu Hu to the outpost, and he knew very well that those blue coats were good people.

    And this was indeed the case. The relocation worksted for three whole days. Not only did he have meat, but he could also eat his fill.

    Li Niu would even want to stay there forever if they had more work.

    At that time, the foreman of the steel factory came out and threw an olive branch to them.

    Steel nt 81 intended to recruit a group of contract workers, with a monthly sry of 60 silver coins. Food and lodging would be provided in the factory. And there would be 4 days off every month. They could even decide which days they wished to rest. Moreover, if they did well, they could get amission.

    In addition to age, there were two requirements for recruiting, one was strength, and the other was literacy... Literate people would be given priority.

    ording to the foreman, the factory would set up night literacy sses to organize workers to learn to write, count, and draw. But because they had to sign a contract, they had to know how to write their name before they could sign up, and no one else was allowed to sign it on their behalf.

    It was the first time in Li Niu¡¯s life that he realized how wonderful it was to be literate.

    He had attended Charlie¡¯s night school literacy ss before. Although he had only been there a few times, at least, he knew how to write his name.

    Those whose names had three characters suffered a bit. They could either only write two, or they would only be able to write their surname after a long time.

    In the end, there were only fifteen people who stayed. The foreman gave them hard hats and warm fur coats, arranged dormitories for them, and told them that from now on they were workers of Steel nt 81.

    As long as they worked hard, they could even settle down with their family in the future.

    Li Niu didn¡¯t think that far as his current life was enough to make him feel happy.

    Wearing the fur clothes made by the factory, he even felt a little hot standing in the factory. Every time he changed his shift, he would go out and enjoy the cold wind for some time.

    A wonderful life like that was something he had never dared to imagine before!

    Looking at the molten iron in the st furnace, Li Niu couldn¡¯t help sighing in his heart, "Yu Hu, that kid, doesn¡¯t like to study, I have to find a way to persuade him..."

    Their break time was quickly over.

    As the molten iron in the st furnace reached the expected temperature, Li Niu cooperated with another worker, operated the controller, and moved the suspended st furnace to the mold for pouring under the instructions of the foreman, making a rod-shaped billet.

    Then the motor started. The roller below the billet began to work.

    Conveyed by a row of rollers, the rod-shaped billets were sent to the punching machine, and punched and drilled by special high-temperature resistant drill bits.

    "The temperature of the billet dropped too fast."

    "Indeed... I have to think of a way to rectify the hot stamping technology and directly stamp it in the mold to keep the quenched state."

    "Can the barrel be thinner? Otherwise, the barrel will be too heavy. It will have zero mobility, and it consumes too much materials."

    "Let¡¯s try our best. With such arge caliber, I¡¯m afraid that it will explode if we make it too thin."

    Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot, who were standing in front of the production equipment, pointed at the equipment at work, and whispered to each other.

    As for why they were so energetic¡­

    Because this morning, when they just went online, they suddenly received a research and development fund of 5500 silver coins!

    Maybe it was because the administrator was moved by their hard work. From now on, for the research and development of new equipment, as long as they submitted drawings and budgets ording to the process, they would receive special funding! They no longer needed to fund their research on their own.

    In addition to solving their immediate needs, the respected administrator also deployed two clone nurturing cabins for them, saying that it was a reward for their hard work.

    It was great as they didn¡¯t need to go back to the shelter in the future. They could simply log off from the factory.

    If other yers knew about what they received, it would definitely make them jealous and drive them crazy!

    Happiness arrived too suddenly.

    However, Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot were not blinded by the sudden happiness.

    They knew too much about the jealous yers on the forum, and if they knew that they had so many benefits, they would definitely mor for a nerf again.

    Therefore, the two of them did not tell other yers what they received, but secretly enjoyed their rewards. They spent money to hire scavengers to recycle good steel from the wastnd, rented a shelter machine to cut the required parts, and did their best to increase the production capacity of the steel nt. Secretly, they were making the steel industry bigger and stronger.

    They wanted toe up with some real products and show them to these fake inte experts what they were capable of!

    Also¡­ They needed to show that they weren¡¯t fake experts!

    ...

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 Chapter 194.2: My Cute New Little Batch Of Leeks Are Here!

    <strong>[Server announcement: The northern industrial area of ??the outpost has been fully started. In addition to the upgrade of the facilities, a total of 37 wastnders have chosen to be workers and have chosen to join our great cause. Industrial Index +100, Prosperity +50]</strong>

    <strong>[Stronghold Name: Outpost]</strong>

    <strong>[Stronghold Level: </strong>Vige (LV1)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Prosperity: </strong>100¡ú150<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Industrial Index: </strong>250¡ú350<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Business Index: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirements: </strong>Food, weapons, building materials<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Tendency: </strong>Exploration (Revenue from scavenging missions +10%), Industrialization (Revenue from factory orders and production missions +10%)<strong>]</strong>

    On the fourth day of theunch of the new version, production in the northern industrial area of ??the outpost was in full swing.At this moment, level B3 of the shelter below the base was bustling with excitement.

    The helmet was finally activated, and three hundred yers entered the game at the same time. Under the guidance of the broadcast, they headed to the square in the center of the floor one after another, blocking the lobby in front of the elevator tower on level B3.

    "There are a lot of neers this time!"

    "And the quality looks good too. There are less yers who have abnormal behaviors thanst time!"

    "Very good, it seems that the threshold for answering questions has been upgraded again."

    "By the way, have you seen the lucky ones who got mutant characters?"

    "Not yet. The administrator hasn¡¯t started to speak, so I guess not everyone has arrived. They are probably still dawdling in their room. Let¡¯s wait and see!"

    Standing in the corner of the square, Spring Water Commander was looking at the crowd, looking for potential stocks among the neers, and ready to start scouting new members as soon as the administrator finished speaking.

    Although he didn¡¯t want to train neers, he couldn¡¯t help it. His two teammates were too damnme!

    One was Darkest, and the other one was Battlefield Cheerleader. Both of them were freaking camping all the time when fighting monsters. Not only did they always let him, an intelligence type yer, bait the monsters, but they also always coveted his equipment.

    In order to advance to higher levels, Spring Water Commander decided to train a few obedient and useful newbies as tanks.

    It would be best that he could find some hard working strength type yers, or constitution type yers that could take damage.

    It was even better if it was a mutant yer like Roshan!

    After all, only with someone tanking at the front, he who was wearing a pseudo-exoframe had a way to show his skills!

    It was at that moment amotion broke out.

    Everyone saw a yer who had just entered the hall, touching her head with her hands at a loss.

    Her nickname was Sesame Paste.

    For some reason, her game character was a little different from everyone else¡¯s.

    There was a pair of furry animal earsing out of her hair, recing human ears, looking like some kind of headgear.

    "Huh? Why are my ears on the top of my head?"

    "Didn¡¯t you notice it when you were in the room?"

    "I-I-I don¡¯t know. There was no mirror in the room. So I thought it was because my hair was standing up." The yer didn¡¯t know whether tough or cry, and she also didn¡¯t know if she should be surprised or not. ?

    <em>Is this another ultra rare character?! But it doesn¡¯t seem to have any attribute bonuses...</em>

    The yers around were excited.

    <em>Are they testing purchasable skins?</em>

    <em>This is great!</em>

    <em>It seems that there is hope for the public beta!</em>

    Tail¡¯s eyes sparkled. "Cat ears! Damn it, she¡¯s so lucky!"

    Sisi chuckled in response, "Oh, we have more mutant friends."

    Tail reminded suddenly, "Sisi, we have to quickly get the mission, Passing The Torch!"

    "Oh, let¡¯s go!"

    Before this wave ofmotions settled, another wave appeared, and soon the exmations began to spread.

    But this time it wasn¡¯t a surprise, it was one of shock.

    "Hey, thats a mutant!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "What the heck! Why is there a rat here?!"

    "Call the guards!"

    "Quickly get my spear!"

    The yers on the edge of the square were the first to start shouting, and then themotion spread among the crowd.

    "I¡¯m not a rat¡­ Damn it! I¡¯m a yer, okay?"

    Looking at the people running away from him, the yer in the middle of the crowd¡­ Or rather, the Ratman, was dumbfounded.

    <em>By the way, is this another ultra rare character?</em>

    <em>It should be, right?</em>

    But the price was a little bit heavy, and this yer lost the right to choose a spouse instantly.

    Although he was quite satisfied with his look, other yers, especially female yers, didn¡¯t seem to think so.

    After waiting for a long time, none of them came up to touch his fur.

    <em>Danm it!</em>

    <em>Those racist animal lovers, rats also deserve love, alright!</em>

    <em>Dang, this game is so realistic!</em>

    Chu Guang, who was standing in front of the elevator tower, was also puzzled.

    <em>I can get cat ears...</em>

    <em>What the hell is with the First Administrator¡¯s weird interests? </em>

    <em>And¡­ What the hell is this rat that¡¯s about one meter tall?</em>

    Before the nurturing cabins were open, he could not see the specific data of the clone in the, so this kind of summoning ident also happened from time to time.

    <strong>[ID: Make Me]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic Sequence: </strong>Mutant Ratman<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV0<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Talent]</strong>

    <strong>[Fast Synthesis: </strong>The Active Matter consumption of synthetic clones will be reduced to 50% of the standard value, and the synthesis time will be reduced to 24 hours.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Iron Stomach: </strong>Powerful digestive system, able to adapt to rotting food.<strong>]</strong>

    Opening the system, Chu Guang checked the yer list.

    Looking at the yer¡¯stest scan data from the nurturing cabin, a look of interest appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    "There is no debuff of Rough Hand, and difficulty in increasing the sequence level."

    However, in contrast, Ratman¡¯s panel data was very weak. Except for 5 points of perception, the other attributes were only at 3 points, which was equivalent to 60% of normal adult males.

    "His main attribute should be perception." Chu Guang originally thought that at least his agility attribute would be higher, but it turned out not to be the case.

    The only advantage of this gic sequence was probably the buff provided by its talents.

    "The resurrection cost of 0.5 units of Active Matter, and the 24 hour synthesis time... This is a bit crazy."

    "And the talent of Iron Stomach¡­ If he can ovee the psychological barrier, it should save a lot of food."

    In addition, there was also another advantage. His character was smaller in size, so he would be able to travel freely in the ruins.

    As for theck of panel attributes... If the first awakening couldn¡¯t fill the hole, he could probably rely on mechanical modification.

    Actually¡­ He could also take the biological, drug-enhanced route¡­

    For some reason, Chu Guang thought of Skaven Ratman from <em>Warhammer</em>.

    The gue army that spread all over the mountains was a nightmare for the Imperium of Man.

    But unfortunately, their new ratman was an orphan...

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but think that maybe he could give the guy a hidden profession mission, and when he reached LV3, he could reward him with a clone nurturing cabin and let him go jungling in the wild.

    As for the yer with cat ears, to Chu Guang¡¯s surprise, her gic sequence did not have a mutant prefix, and she was just an ordinary agility type yer.

    The only difference was the talent column.

    <strong>[Animal Ears: I originally intended to create a Leopardman, only the partial overt expression of the ears was an ident. But there seems to be no harm except that it may be inconvenient to make a phone call. Anyway, whether it is useful or not, it is up to you - the First Administrator.]</strong>

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyebrows twitched violently when he read it.

    <em>This line description is not suitable to appear in the yer¡¯s attribute bar. I need to change itter.</em>

    Standing beside Chu Guang, Yin Fang stared straight at the rat that spoke human words, and after holding it back for a long time, he finally couldn¡¯t help speaking. "Before the war... Whether it was imnting animal DNA fragments into human embryos, or transnting human DNA fragments into animals, it was strictly forbidden. So how did the person who invented this technology conducted their research and development without anyone finding out, and without any outside funding?"

    <em>Oh yeah¡­ How did he do that?</em>

    Chu Guang was also very curious about the First Administrator.

    There was also the morphogic field that even the former Academy¡¯s D-level prospector had never heard of.

    "Maybe it was invented in the shelter?"

    Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang with a strange expression. "Are you kidding me? In the shelter? By that simple medicalb?"

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It¡¯s an interesting idea, maybe it¡¯s really possible."

    To be honest, he didn¡¯t find it strange to create species.

    Wasn¡¯t mutant human an example?

    To borrow the words of an Enterprise¡¯s employee who had a terrible alcohol tolerance, wild technology was flooding thend, and it was not surprising that anything weird was happening.

    Yin Fang was struck speechless.

    Unlike Yin Fang, who was surprised by the research and development background of this technology, Hyrja, who stood on the other side of Chu Guang, was shocked by the fact that a rat could speak.

    Although it was anguage she didn¡¯t understand at all, she could be sure it was speaking!

    <em>This is simply incredible!</em>

    "A bear, a lizard, and a rat with human minds... How did they do it?" Suddenly, Hyrja looked towards Chu Guang eagerly, folded her hands and begged, "Can you give me some samples? No tissue sectioning, just a little blood is enough!"

    "I have already given you the authorization to ess the DNA data of the residents of the Shelter. You can view it on the terminal in the infirmary."

    While Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect her to be able to crack the secrets hidden in the gic sequence, it was not bad to set up another project that was rted to research on mutants.

    After all, there were only so many mutants active in the northern suburbs, and his yers wouldn¡¯t always get new samples.

    Hyrja said excitedly, "It¡¯s been collected already? Great!"

    If it wasn¡¯t for the crowd blocking the passage, she would have rushed back to theboratory.

    Yin Fang, who was standing aside, pinched his brows.

    <em>Is it an illusion?</em>

    He always felt that apart from himself, no one in the entire shelter was normal...

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 Chapter 195: Theyâ€™re Targeting Us!

    In the crowd, just when the Ratman was sighing at the cruelty of the world, a generous and warm hand was suddenly ced on his shoulder.

    Looking up, it was a man.

    And he was not afraid of his appearance.

    "Brother! Want to do the mission, Passing The Torch?" Spring Water Commander stared at his big round nose with ardent eyes, as if he had found a treasure.

    Make Me was stunned for a moment.

    "Passing¡­ Passing The Torch?"

    "Yes, Passing The Torch! It¡¯s a novice mission!" Spring Water Commander had a sunny smile on his face, showing his mouth full of white teeth, "Don¡¯t worry about it so much, just follow me, I¡¯ll help you level up!"

    <em>Help me level up?</em>

    <em>There¡¯s actually such a good thing in this world?!</em>Make Me nodded excitedly. "Okay brother, I¡¯ll follow you from now on!"

    The corners of Spring Water Commander¡¯s mouth cracked with joy.

    <em>This newbie is so gullible!</em>

    However, at this moment, a shit stirrer suddenly came over.

    "Hey! Don¡¯t follow him, follow me! I¡¯ll teach you everything you need to learn in this game!"

    Mosquito, who held the rat¡¯s shoulders with both hands and pushed Spring Water Commander away. He was full of excitement, as if he had drawn five golden legendary cards in a row.

    Seeing that someone ruined his chance of recruiting the newbie, Spring Water Commander was enraged and snatched the fat rat back towards himself. "No, don¡¯t listen to him! That¡¯s the most unreliable fuck in the game!¡±

    Hearing someone say that he was unreliable, Mosquito snapped instantly, "Fuck you! Who is unreliable?! Did you forget who made the steel tes on your exoskeleton? How can you be so ungrateful?!"

    It would have been better if he didn¡¯t mention that.

    The moment the tes were mentioned, Spring Water Commander couldn¡¯t help cussing, "How dare you bring this up?! I went to Steel nt 81 to ask about the price! They can do it for only 150 silver coins!"

    Mosquito instantly felt embarrassed. He looked away and scratched his cheek. "Ahem, that includes the design cost of 50 silver coins... I gotta make a little money."

    "You call that a little?!"

    Make Me, who was caught between the two, blinked his mung bean-sized eyes with a dazed expression on his face.

    Earlier, he was stillmenting the cruelty of the world because he had gotten a race that nobody liked. He even felt like before his good friends got into this game, he would probably have to y around himself.

    He didn¡¯t expect that he was actually very popr!

    ...

    "The tree-cutting team is recruiting new strength type yers! You will level up from 0 to 1 in two days!"

    "We are heading to the exit tunnel on level B3! Are there any neers who want to join our group?!"

    "Does anyone want an intelligence type? Also, I have a question, where can you buy drones and imnts?"

    "In your dreams."

    ¡°Shit¡­¡±

    After the routine speech was over, Chu Guang left the newbies to the yers. He turned around and went back to level B1, and sat for a while in front of theputer in the administrator¡¯s office.

    Chu Guang, who was sitting there, could easily grasp the movements of these new yers by collecting the ess records of the shelter and the old yers who had taken up the Passing The Torch mission.

    Some of the yers who nned to take the Combat Profession route took up the hunter profession and followed the old yers to the underground tunnel.

    Others were taken to the surface.

    With the liberation of 76th Street, there was arge area in the east of the shelter waiting for yers to explore, and his yers had also found a lot of high-quality resource points.

    As the number of yers increased, in order to improve management efficiency, Chu Guang was increasing the workload of NPCs as much as possible, reducing the frequency of giving missions in person, and focusing more on the allocation of human resources and the control of how everything was progressing.

    There were 112 people in Flower Garden Street subway station, and 121 people in the tunnel at the exit of level B3. In total, 233 yers were exploring the underworld.

    There were a total of 255 people in Longevity Town, Elm District¡¯s forest and the abandoned urban area in the north. Except for some yers who were doing some special missions, the rest were basically near the outpost.

    Through the program Little Seven helped create, Chu Guang nced at the distribution of yer types on the map.

    The outpost was dominated by Lifestyle Profession yers, ounting for 60% of everyone who was present. They were mainly in the new industrial area and the old industrial area to the south of the nursing home.

    Frontline areas such as Longevity Town were dominated by Combat Profession yers, ounting for 70%, 20% were ??soldiers, 20% were hunters, and thest 30% were scavengers.

    In addition, NPC configuration, resource status, and remaining storage in each region were also reflected in the spreadsheet tables.

    <em>It¡¯s a pity that I can¡¯t drag little people around the map. Otherwise, it will really be an RTS game.</em>

    "Master."

    Hearing the little bin calling out to him, Chu Guang asked casually, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, hummed quietly, "Little Seven feels like you¡¯re gettingzy."

    "What do you know?" Chu Guang chuckled, leaned back on theputer chair, and said leisurely, "This is called managing the big picture well while easing control over individual yers, and reducing micro-maniption."

    Little Seven, who heard what he said, remained silent.

    Its master¡¯s words were getting more and more difficult to understand.

    To avoid ambiguity, it had to go online to check what he meant before saying more.

    ...

    In ruins of the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base surrounded by forests located in the east-north direction of the outpost, roughly with a straight line distance of about 16 kilometers.

    In the messy hall, hundreds of Cruncher¡¯s corpsesy scattered.

    Kicking the creeper lying on the ground, Gale pulled out the javelin from its body, wiped off the ck blood on it, and inserted it back into his bag. "Speaking of which, the newbies should be online now, right?"

    Ample Time nced at the time on the VM. "Mhm, it¡¯s almost time. I wonder if there are any lucky people who got rare characters this time."

    Night Ten grinned cheekily. "How do you know that they would be lucky? What if they are all unlucky people like Garbage?"

    Old White said with a smile. "Hahaha, you really need to stop bullying Garbage. At least, he was buffed in two versions."

    About half an hour ago, the Bull and Horse Squad arrived here by truck from the north gate of the wend park.

    ording to the data analysis results provided by the head of the scientific expedition team, Yin Fang, No.3 Ecological Park under the No.3 Experimental Building was still working, and that was where the reactors and fuel rods they were looking for were.

    As the strongestbat power in the entire server, the six-man, bnced and almighty Bull and Horse Squad was naturally more than enough to deal with a mere group of ragtag Mutant Slime Mold. They were basically free experience packs.

    Even the mini boss that was the Creeper couldn¡¯t stop the anti-armor javelin thrown by Old White and Gale at the same time.

    Actually, they were basicallyunching cannonballs with their hands.

    With a steel spearhead, two hits on the upper body could make the Creeper lose half of itsbat effectiveness.

    If they hit the head, the creeper would be killed on the spot!

    It was much better than bullets!

    At present, among the Slime Mold mutants, only a Tyrant could pose a substantial threat to them.

    It was said that the hardened skin of that creature was quite tough, and it could even resist the sweeping fire of an ordinary rifle. It was estimated that it would be a little difficult for them to break its defense.

    However, they were in the outer suburb far away from the urban area. The activity density of the Mutant Slime Mold was very low, and it was basically impossible to encounter Tyrants.

    Ample Time, who was carrying a mechanicalpound bow, walked to the front desk. After rummaging in the drawer for a while, he found a book with a floor n printed on it.

    "The entrance to the ecological park on the first basement floor should be in the middle of the corridor on our right. There is an elevator that is still working... It¡¯s the same as the information provided by Dr. Yin."

    "Looks like the data we found in the security room came in handy," Old White said with a grin, hanging a crowbar on the exoskeleton and removing the Sickle assault rifle from his back, "Let¡¯s go. Let¡¯s go take a look."

    From the map, the ecological park was located on the basement level of theboratory, with only one elevator and one fire escape to enter. It covered an area of ??nearly 6000 square meters, about the size of a football field.

    Even after 200 years, the UV lights on the ceiling were still on.

    However, due to no one to take care of it, the ecological environment here was obviously out of control. The vast majority of nts were broad-leaved nts, giving the entire area a tropical ind vibe.

    The group did not choose to use the elevator, but took a more reliable fire escape and entered through two gates.

    Hot and humid air blew against them the moment the entrance was open.

    Looking at the palm leaves swaying in front of his nose and the astonishing sight ahead, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but whisper, "Is the environment here imitating some kind of tropical ind? I¡¯m actually feeling a little hot."

    "The temperature here is almost 30 degrees after all..." Old White, who was wearing heavy armor, took the initiative to walk in front and nced around, "Surprisingly, there are actually no survivors here."

    At this moment, Night Ten suddenly frowned slightly and looked behind him. "Wait, why do I feel... Why is something approaching us?"

    Old White was slightly taken aback. "Seriously?"

    Although they were surprised, Night Ten had the highest perception stats in the entire server after all. So after hearing his warning, the three of them immediately became alert.

    Gale asked cautiously, "Are theying from the back or the front?"

    Night Ten frowned, trying to focus. "It should be from behind, but I¡¯m not sure if they followed us in or if they found this ce on their own."

    "Whether they followed us in or not, seeing the situation in the hall, they must have realized that we are here."

    Ample Time removed the mechanicalpound bow from his back and gave his teammates a look. "Get ready to fight."

    ...

    At the same time, in the hall where Bull and Horse Squad stayed before.

    About twenty wastnders arrived.

    Their equipment was very simple, the clothes made of animal skin barely covered their bodies, and there were some strange ornaments hanging on their clothes.

    Some of them held iron-barreled rifles or homemade automatic weapons in their hands, and some carried shotguns on their shoulders; some didn¡¯t even have a gun at all, with just a wire-bound baseball bat and a blunt machete.

    "There are shell casings on the ground." The man with tattoos on his face crouched down and picked up a shell from the ground. He squinted his eyes slightly to examine the shell, then got up, and nced around.

    "The blood is also new..."

    "Someone was here not long ago!"

    Judging from the respectful attitude of others, he was the leader among the group of wastnders.

    The curly-haired man standing next to him whispered. "Looks like someone else is also after this ce."

    The vulture-like eyes stared at the corridor in front of him, the man with the tattoo on his face did not talk nonsense, and ordered immediately, "They should still be here. Find them!"

    "Yes!" The curly-haired man respectfully took the order, and led his brothers towards the corridor.

    ...

    In the ecological park.

    The elevator descended slowly and stopped on the ground.

    Looking at the five men in marauder attireing out of the elevator with alert expressions, and judging from the way they held their weapons, they were ready to fight.

    Although Night Ten couldn¡¯t understand what they were shouting, he, who was lying behind the lush vegetation, had already set up his sniper rifle, made a silent gesture towards Old White, and mouthed.

    <em>Looks like marauders¡­ Are we fighting them or not?</em>n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Old White was silent for a while as he weighed the consequences in his mind.

    However, Ample Time next to him had already made a judgment. He pulled out an explosive arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring of the mechanicalpound bow, and lowered his voice as much as possible. "There are only two possibilities. If they are not for the reactor, then they are here for us."

    Gale, who was not far away from him, seemed to agree, and he had already grasped a throwing knife in his right hand, ready to strike at any time.

    Old White finally made up his mind, looked at Night Ten beside him, and lightly pointed to the high-threat target holding an automatic rifle with his left hand.

    <em>We will leave that one to you.</em>

    <em>Got it.</em>

    Night Ten, who was lying on the ground, understood what he meant. His eyes were on the scope, and his index finger was on the trigger, he took a deep breath, and was about to fire.

    However, at this moment, an ident happened suddenly!

    The loud chatter of the marauders seemed to have disturbed the creature in the jungle. The Bull and Horse Squad heard the sound of something running fast, heading straight towards the elevator from the side of the dense forest.

    "What¡¯s that noise?!"

    "Who is there?!"

    The five marauders standing next to the elevator immediately aimed their weapons in the direction of the noise, but they didn¡¯t expect that what they were facing was not human!

    The five pairs of eyes were all instantly filled with fear.

    Before they could pull the trigger, the ck shadow about four meters long rushed out of the jungle and came close to them within a few breaths.

    The de-like ws pierced through the chest of the unlucky guy holding the shotgun, and before he could scream, he was torn in half.

    "Ahhh!"

    "Fuck! Fire! Fire!"

    Fear instantly spread out like a pledge.

    The marauder with an automatic rifle, ignoring his bittenpanion, shot frantically at the monster¡¯s back, his index finger almost snapping the trigger.

    "<em>Roar¡­!</em>"

    The monster let out an angry roar after being hit on the back by the entire magazine of bullets. Its sharp ws swung out swiftly again, splitting the man directly into two from the middle like cutting tofu.

    The mes from gun muzzles flickered as gunfire rang through the ecological park.

    Looking at the four-meter-high giant, its thick tail and shocking ws, and the prey torn to pieces by it, the expressions of the four members of Bull and Horse Squad changed drastically.

    <em>Deathw!</em>

    In the official website database, it was one of the most ferocious beasts in the wastnd!

    It was then that Ample Time finally figured out why there were no survivors...

    Night Ten swallowed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

    His perceptionpletely failed to detect the monster!

    "... So what do we do now?" He looked at Old White nervously, his palms sweaty.

    Old White gritted his teeth and made a decision. "Let¡¯s retreat and think of another n."

    While the Deathw didn¡¯t find them and feasted on its prey on the ground, they could slip away through the safe passage not far behind.

    However, at this moment, the gate of the safe passage suddenly opened, and a series of dense footsteps came from behind them.

    The Deathw¡¯s ears moved slightly, and when it heard the movement, it raised its head from the corpse on the ground, its amber pupils contracted slightly, and a cruel hiss leaked from between its sharp teeth.

    It was excited there were actually more prey!

    The expressions of Old White and Ample Time changed instantly, their positions were quite awkward, and they were caught between this beast and the marauders...

    Gale couldn¡¯t help but curse, "Shit!"

    They felt that they had been targeted by the evil developer!

    Old White made a quick decision and shouted loudly, "Run!"

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 Chapter 196.1: Captured by Marauders?!

    Though death befalls all men alike, some deaths were weightier than Mount Tai, and some were lighter than a feather.

    In reality, Old White felt that he would have hesitated for a long time to make such a decision. After all, it meant that there were many things he had to give up.

    But luckily, they were in the game world, and in the game, he could die many times.

    Without hesitation for even a second, his body had already made a choice.

    "Run!"

    While shouting the word loudly, Old White raised the Sickle assault rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger on the Deathw, who was looking at Gale.

    <em>Da da da!</em>

    mes spewed from the muzzle, and the bullets whizzed past the green vegetation and rushed in the direction of the monster.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Blood sttered on the ck scales, and the Deathw let out a pained roar.Pushing with its strong and powerful feet, it dodged the bullets by jumping to the side, rushed in the direction of Old White, and swiftly swung its ws.

    Old White did not panic at all, and adjusted the output power of the exoskeleton to the maximum. His seemingly cumbersome body was like a rabbit, nimbly dodging the fatal blow from the monster, while quickly retreating behind the palm tree trunk as thick as a human thigh before hiding into the forestry behind.

    The immobile palm tree was not so lucky.

    It was torn apart as if it had been hit by a bulldozer.

    Seeing the prey dodging the fatal blow, the Deathw let out an angry low roar. Its amber pupils narrowed menacingly, and without any hesitation, it immediately locked the direction in which the prey was fleeing, and quickly gave chase.

    Looking at Old White, who was dodging in the opposite direction from himself and the others, Ample Time was shocked. Before he could ask what Old White was doing, he heard Old White¡¯s roar, "Go to the elevator! Forget about me!"

    Night Ten was startled. "What the hell? Old White, what are you doing?"

    "Something big!"

    Gale¡¯s right hand, Ample Time¡¯s bow, and the sniper rifle obtained by Night Ten from Boulder Town¡¯s mercenaries were all very precious. Although the exoskeleton on his body was not cheap either, he could still rely on the strength type talent to do a decent amount of damage without it. However, the same couldn¡¯t be said for his teammates. ?

    Old White never nned to live forever and never die once. After all, how could one not die in games?

    Since he was the tank, he was naturally ready to give up his life for his teammates.

    <em>Speaking of which, I have never died once in this game before.</em>

    <em>I wonder what it¡¯s like to die in this game.</em>

    <em>But from what I gathered from those people on the forum, it seems that it is just a matter of closing and opening your eyes¡­</em>

    "<em>Roar!</em>"

    The roar from behind made Old White stop thinking about other things, and all his attention was focused on running.

    But unfortunately, the Deathw¡¯s movements were too fierce!

    If his movement was like a rabbit running in the woods, then that monster¡¯s movement would be like a rampaging <em>Gundam. </em>Nothing could stop it!

    Suddenly, a gust of wind blew against him, and before Old White could react, a muffled sound rang out on his back, which made him stagger forward with the exoskeleton and almost fell to the ground.

    The unpleasant fricative sound made his heart raise to his throat, but fortunately, the adaptive gait of the exoskeleton kept him steady.

    Feeling the cold wind leaking into the armor from behind, Old White didn¡¯t dare to turn his head back, and continued to run forward with all his strength.

    This w strike directly pierced through the steel te behind him, leaving three deep slits in the tes.

    He had to thank his lucky stars there were steel tes welded into the exoskeleton¡­ Otherwise, he would have already woken up in the other world!

    Seeing that there was no way to rescue Old White, Ample Time gritted his teeth, raised the mechanicalpound bow in his hand, pulled the bowstring to charge up his shot, before firing it at the light source on the ceiling.

    The front end of the arrow plunged into the ceiling and the firing pin was triggered immediately. The charge exploded instantly!

    <em>Bang!</em>

    Transparent polymer fragments and electric sparks fell from the ceiling together, and the light in the ecological park dimmed instantly.

    The light in the rainforest became dimmer.

    The Deathw, who was charging forward, froze. Its amber pupils shrunk into slits, and it quickly adapted to the suddenly darkened environment while trying to focus.

    Although it was only a momentary pause, it was enough to buy time for Old White to break out from the edge of the rainforest and dash in front of the group of marauders, knocking away the hapless guy closest to him with his shoulder.

    In the face of this humanoid tank that suddenly rushed out of the rainforest, the surrounding marauders shouted and raised the muzzles in their hands.

    "Stop him!"

    mes burst out from the muzzles of the guns, and the whizzing bullets were like raindrops. The unfortunate guy who was knocked away by Old White was shot dead instantly by his teammates and fell to the ground.

    Immediately afterwards, the bullets flew towards Old White.

    Under the extreme short distance, the steel te that had suffered excess damage was riddled with dents, the welding joint was broken, and it fell from the exoskeleton.

    However¡­

    That was not important anymore.

    Hearing the running sound of the monster getting closer and closer behind him, Old White, who was finally relieved, pulled out the hatchet hanging from his waist, and the corners of his blood-oozing mouth curved up into a smile.

    <em>Bring it on!</em>

    <em>Let¡¯s fight a great battle!</em>

    "Limit¡­"

    "...Breaker!"

    On the other side of the jungle.

    "We have to save him!"

    Ample Time grabbed Night Ten, stared at him, and shook his head. "It¡¯s toote."

    Gale also looked at Night Ten and said calmly, "Staying here will only make Old White¡¯s efforts in vain... Let¡¯s go."

    Listening to the gunshots, there were at least a dozen marauders, and there were quite a few automatic weapons. If there were covers around to draw enemy¡¯s fire, they could still try to rescue Old White.

    But in a in rainforest terrain, they couldn¡¯t find any proper cover, so the side with superior numbers had the absolute advantage.

    It just so happened that Old White just reached LV10, and he had been reluctant to update his equipment. After this, they decided to pool money and buy him a brand new Miner Type I exoskeleton.

    As soon as the three rushed into the elevator, Ample Time hit the up button.

    The next second, the elevator started to rise.

    The figure of Old White was no longer visible at the entrance of the passage, and the Deathw, who was in close contact with those marauders, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, causing a bloody storm at every swing of its sharp ws.

    But those marauders didn¡¯t seem to be weak either.

    Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Night Ten saw a marauder standing near the safe passage, carrying a tubruncher, and pulled the trigger with the barrel pointed at the Deathw.

    The three rockets were fired from three different angles at the same time, and the orange-yellow tail mes drew three straight staggered trajectories in the air.

    Two of the shots failed to hit the monster, and shot into the bushes after scratching the Deathw¡¯s tail, while the other sessfully hit the Deathw¡¯s left shoulder, and the mes and fragments of the explosion ripped apart its skin.

    "<em>Roar!</em>" Letting out a painful roar, the Deathw staggered, and then ran into the woods. At the same time, the fire protection system at the top of the ecological park was triggered, and it immediately started to rain in the rainforest.

    The marauders didn¡¯t dare to pursue. They grabbed theirrades who were still alive on the ground, opened fire towards the dimly lit jungle, and retreated in the direction of the safe passage.

    Staring at the firelight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help muttering to himself.

    "Jesus christ¡­"

    <em>Its flesh is so hard that it can even block an RPG!</em>

    <em>This is ridiculous!</em>

    The next second, the leader of marauders, who had retreated to the entrance of the safe passage, suddenly raised his head, and his narrowed eyes saw the ascending elevator.

    Even in the dim light, he still saw the three people inside.

    Shouting something at hispanion in the back row, the man directed his teammates to run back while shooting at the elevator.

    The bullets mmed into the floor-to-ceiling window of the elevator, startling Night Ten who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

    The elevator was sturdy enough. The bullets only left a string of cobweb-like fine lines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, but did not prate the ss.

    Eventually, the elevator came to a stop.

    Before the door was fully opened, the three of them immediately got out of the elevator, ran north along the corridor, took a long detour, and left the wall from the back of Building 3.

    Only then did they discover that there were more than 40 or 50 people standing at the main entrance!

    There were two trucks parked in the open space not far away. Several marauders led the mutant hyenas into the building and rushed to support their aplices on the front line.

    The three climbed over the half-copsed wall, leaning against the wall of the experimental base, and went around to the west side of Building 3, observing from a distance of roughly 500 meters.

    Ample Time frowned. "Damn it, it looks like it¡¯s almost half apany."

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help cursing and said, "Fuck, where did this bunch of fucking marauderse from? They¡¯re here for fuel rods too?!"

    "I thought so too at first, but it¡¯s hard to say now," Ample Time frowned, biting his thumb and thinking for a moment, as he was hiding behind the broken concrete wall, "They obviously n to stay here... Don¡¯t you think those trucks look familiar?¡±

    Night Ten squinted his eyes and took a closer look, then he was shocked. "The same model from the Army? What the hell? Are they from the Army?!"

    "Bonechewer," Gale, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly blurted out, "Do you still remember what was mentioned in the Alpha 0.9 update... Due to the copse of the Army, a huge marauder force is rising in the central region of River Valley Province. Now, they should have taken over some of the equipment the Army once used."

    The group of marauders attacked the Longevity Town before, and was currently serving the correctional training with the squad leaders from the army used to have the same weapons and even the same coats as the Army¡¯s soldiers.

    Even stragglers like them could get the equipment of the Army¡­ These organized marauders most likely had more weapons from the Army!

    Night Ten and Ample Time also became more serious.

    Ample Time made an immediate judgment. "We have to report the situation here to the administrator as soon as possible!"

    "Mhm," Gale nodded, "I thought so too."

    Thinking that Old White should be offline by now, they decided that they would log out after they went back and chat with him on the official website.

    ...<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    <strong>[Announcement IRL: </strong>Merry Christmas!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Blip: </strong>Ho Ho Ho<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Little Seven¡¯s friendly tip of the year: </strong>Hmm... Hmm... It¡¯s not like I enjoy spending Christmas with all of you anyway~~<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Your friendly Boss Xia reminds you to wish the little dumb robot a Merry Christmas in case it ignores you for 24 hours...]</strong></blockquote>

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 Chapter 196.2

    To be honest, Old White also felt that he would definitely be killed when he rushed into a group of marauders. After all, the exoskeleton he was wearing was not an exoframe, and it was still the basic KV-1 model. Although the steel te could be bulletproof, it couldn¡¯t withstand the metal fatigue caused by continuous gunshots and the salvo from multiple angles.

    After shing three marauders in a row and injuring four or five more, he finally copsed after being hit twice in the stomach.

    However, to Old White¡¯s surprise, when he put on the helmet again, he found that his character was not dead.

    ncing around in confusion, he found himself lying in a room.

    It was no longer an underground ecological park. Instead, it should be a room in the building on the surface.

    His wounds were roughly bandaged, the VM and equipment had been taken away, and handcuffs around his wrists and ankles restricted his movement.

    Old White found that he couldn¡¯t break free after struggling a few times. Seeing that the stains on the bandage showed signs of turning bloodier, he quickly stopped his reckless behavior.

    Although he was ready to die heroically, before that, he wanted to figure out what situation he was in.

    The next second, the door of the room opened.A man with tanned skin and tattoos on his face walked in from the door.

    Old White nced at him. The man was wearing a ragged fur jacket with holes in his trousers, and a bunch of odd trinkets that looked like teeth and stones hanging around his neck, looking very punk-like.

    Behind him was a muscr man with lip studs, who should be a bodyguard. If the iron barrel submachine gun in his hand was reced by a guitar or bass, he might be mistaken for some heavy metal band when he walked down the street...

    The man with the tattoo on his face walked up to Old White. Just when Old White was thinking about what this guy was trying to do, he saw the man suddenly squat down, and looked at him closely. It was so close that his eagle-like nose almost poke him in the face.

    Old White felt a chill running through his heart.

    <em>Shit. You gotta be kidding?</em>

    <em>Although shelter residents are indeed slim and good-looking, they wouldn¡¯t be interested in men, right...</em>

    "Are you the survivors of Clearspring City?"

    Old White didn¡¯t understand what the man was saying, but he also didn¡¯t want to know. He put on an expression that he would rather die than speak.

    The man seemed to understand the expression on his face, smiled mockingly, and stood up. "My name is Ka. You are strong and brave, and you are a warrior."

    "A warrior like you should have the status and wealth worthy of you, instead of bing the feces of the mutants."

    "Join us and enjoy all the glory and wealth, or be a lowly ve and be sold to work in a mine to the death."

    "I¡¯ll give you time to think about it."

    Leaving these words behind, the man turned and walked away.

    Until the end, Old White still didn¡¯t understand what he was trying to express.

    Facing the empty room, Old White fell silent.

    <em>Speaking of...</em>

    <em>What is my current situation?</em>

    <em>Am I a hostage?</em>

    <em>A captive?</em>

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>Am I dead or not?</em>

    ...

    In level B3 of Shelter 404.

    Standing in the nting area, Chu Guang looked at the green dots the size of bean sprouts in the soilless nting unit, with an old father-like smile on his face.

    The pak choi sprouted very quickly, and the seedlings had emerged after only three days of nting.

    The leeks next to it still needed to take some time, and it would take about a week to sprout.

    These leafy vegetables were used to increase the quality of the shelter¡¯s food source, and the real good stuff was in the rows of nting units next to it.

    By the spring of next year, crops such as corn, rice, wheat, and sorghum would be ripe. He intended to save the first batch of output as seeds.

    He didn¡¯t just want to make use of the Greenhouse Ruins either. Chu Guang intended to use all thend from the northern part of Linghu Lake to the southern part of Elm District.

    As long as there were enough refugees, there would be no problem in reiming a good amount of fertilend. And if the situation was optimistic, maybe he wouldpletely solve the food problem next year.

    Since their efficiency wasn¡¯t high enough, he would simply rece quality with quantity!

    No matter how efficient the shelter¡¯s nting unit was, one unit could only support five people, not even a thousand people. So he had to cultivatend outside.

    Compared with the nurturing cabin, food was the basis of producing more soldiers.

    After all, he couldn¡¯t just give yers carrion and cockroaches to eat, right?

    That would be too hardcore¡­

    Just as Chu Guang was admiring his pak choi, the voice of Little Seven suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the nting area, "Master."

    Chu Guang replied casually, "Yeah?"

    "It looks like your yers are in trouble!"

    "Okay?"

    "But Master¡­"

    "Don¡¯t worry, my yers are very smart. They will solve the troubles they encounter by themselves." Hearing Little Seven¡¯s voice, Chu Guang didn¡¯t panic at all, and even tried tofort it.

    After unlocking level B3, there were more and more yers in the shelter. Chu Guang could no longer take care of so many people.

    In the past, there were only a few yers but many tasks, so he was always worried that yers would die identally. Now, there was a shortage of food, electricity, mines, and production capacity, but there was no shortage of people and Active Matter.

    He only needed to formte the rules and let the yers y the game however they liked within the rules. He didn¡¯t have time to deal with the trouble of one or two yers at all, nor did he bother to deal with it.

    After all, he wanted those yers to help him; not the other way around.

    The fun of this gamey in exploration. yers needed to find ways to improve NPC favorability and trigger hidden missions by themselves.

    Little Seven¡¯s voice continued toe over the speaker, "But, the yers who are in trouble are the Bull and Horse Squad you sent to the Ecological Park to find fuel rods... Do I really just ignore it?"

    "What?! What the heck?! Bull and Horse Squad?" Chu Guang, who was choked, coughed twice, and quickly opened the Administrator Menu, only to find that the clones were still alive.

    Only Old White got disconnected, but his life wasn¡¯t in danger at the moment.

    With a sigh of relief, Chu Guang continued to ask, "What trouble did they get into?"

    While he didn¡¯t want to worry about yers¡¯ troubles, the problem was that Bull and Horse Squad was doing main fuel rod mission.

    Even if Chu Guang didn¡¯t want to care about the yers, he had to care about his fuel rods.

    Little Seven continued, "Old White seems to have been captured by marauders. The other three have just escaped from the marauder¡¯s siege and are now on the truck returning to the outpost."

    <em>Old White is captured by marauders?!</em>n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Chu Guang was a little confused.

    <em>Wait, what¡¯s up with the marauders?</em>

    "Weren¡¯t they looking for fuel rods? How did they bump into marauders?"

    Little Seven continued in a low voice. "That¡¯s true, but when they were looking for a reactor in the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, they encountered a group of marauders with more than 50 people. The exact number of which is unknown, and it is said that they also encountered a Deathw. The specific situation was veryplicated, Master, why don¡¯t you go to the official website and take a look for yourself?"

    When there was a problem with a key project, Chu Guang did not hesitate, and immediately rushed back to level B1 and returned to his office.

    He quickly turned on hisputer and logged into the official website.

    Without much effort, Chu Guang quickly found Old White¡¯s post on the forum¡¯s homepage.

    The title of the post also went straight to the point, with one sentence summing up his current situation.

    <em>I seem to be captured by a group of marauders?</em>

    In the beginning of the post, Old White briefly described the mission he and his three teammates did in the ecological park, as well as a series of things that happened.

    The content of the post included the information about the tropical rainforest in the ecological park, a Deathw suddenly rushed out, the marauders who suddenly entered the park after them, and how he was seriously injured in order to cover the retreat of his teammates and how he was captured by those marauders...

    "These marauders are a little different from the ones we¡¯ve encountered before. Although they don¡¯t have uniform equipment, they¡¯re not as weak as they seem on the surface. And not just automatic weapons, they even have anti-armor weapons like rocketunchers! One of the rocketunchers looked a bit like the Army¡¯s Panzerfaust to me, and the other two looked like iron pipes. I guess that they aren¡¯t really weak."

    "Also, there¡¯s the Deathw. I have to say that this monster is too damn unbnced! Not just its height, where it¡¯s taller than two people, but it also runs so freaking fast. Moreover, my steel te couldn¡¯t even withstand one hit from that damn lizard!"

    "We were so unlucky today that we were caught between that beast and the marauders! I spent a lot of effort and sacrificed my exoskeleton, and finally led the Deathw to that group of marauders."

    "Then it was an all out melee. I found that the talent unlocked in the second stage is really awesome, and the actualbat effect is even stronger than what is shown on the panel data. The specifics are hard to describe, and you will know when you reach LV10."

    Not long after the post was posted, there were hundreds of replies.

    However, since yers were basically online, most of the replies were mainly cloud gamers who had made an application but had not yet received the invitation.

    Although these yers had never entered the game, they still had a certain understanding of the basic gamey and settings of the game after reading the discussions in the forum and the information updated in the official website settings.

    And many new yers were also selected from those cloud gamers.

    Lightning Professor: Captured by marauders?!?!

    Can¡¯t Touch: Am I reading this right? Why did a few indescribable scenes suddenly appear in my head?

    Riding Donkey: Damn, your mind is so dirty!

    Old White: Go away! I¡¯m talking about something serious. What are you thinking about? (Angry)

    No One Understands Love: Speaking of which, why does your description of a Deathw sounds like that Garbage...

    Old White: Damn, now that you mentioned it, I also feel like it¡¯s like him. Maybe when Garbage reaches level 99, he will be able to transform into the Deathw?

    Irene: It¡¯s a pity that Garbage is having fun in the tunnel at the moment. Otherwise, we will be able to meet him on the forum at this time. ( ?

    Old White: Huh? ina, why aren¡¯t you online?

    Irene: Sigh, it¡¯s inconvenient to go into details. I need to go now, I¡¯ll be backter.

    Old White: Cool.

    Elf Wang: I have a question. What¡¯s so inconvenient about telling us that you are boarding a ne now? If I hadn¡¯t checked your social media timeline, I would have thought you are doing scientific research on the inte at the moment. ( ?

    Irene: Go away. (`§¥*)9

    At this moment.

    Suddenly someone suddenly posted a new reply.

    Lightning Professor: Speaking of which, if someone killed this elite monster first, would there be a server wide announcement?

    The post was quiet for a few seconds.

    Then, several replies popped out at the same time.

    - Holy shit!

    - Dang! You are right! That¡¯s absolutely possible!

    - I¡¯m gonna bunk off my night shift, and y the game tonight!

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 Chapter 197.1: Operation Broken Sword

    So far, in the closed alpha server of Wastnd Online, no one hadpleted the first kill of a Deathw.

    Although there were traces of Deathw activities in Elm District, it was winter after all. Deathw was a close rtive of the lizard and needed to hibernate.

    Because they were staying in their 24 hours a day, no yer had yet found where the Deathw in Elm District was hiding.

    Chu Guang, who was lurking on the forum, suddenly had an idea in his heart and asked out loud, "Little Seven, can you transfer the drone there?"

    Little Seven was silent for a moment before replying, "Mhm, it should be possible, but there are risks. The wind is too strong outside, and there is snow from time to time. Moreover, the Hummingbird is only a short-range rotor drone. Even if ourmunication radius can cover 16 kilometers away, it is very far. Little Seven is worried that it will not be able to fly back after flying over."

    In different climates, the battery life of the drone would be different. Hummingbirds were small and very stealthy, but were rtively weak in other aspects.

    Chu Guang said after pondering for a while. "There¡¯s no need to stay there too long. I just want it to take two pictures."

    Little Seven buzzed, "That should be fine¡­ Little Seven will try it."

    Chu Guang nodded. "Mhm, just try it, don¡¯t force it."After exining to Little Seven, Chu Guang continued to browse the forum.

    Compared with the yers¡¯ discussion of the strength of a Deathw, the enthusiasm of the cloud gamers¡¯ discussion mainly focused on the group of marauders.

    From the marauder¡¯s weapons to their clothing styles, there were even discussions on marauder habits and culture.

    Those discussions wereplete garbage, at least to Chu Guang.

    Sitting in front of theputer, Chu Guang calcted silently in his heart.

    The outpost had 5 trucks, 1 deployed in the industrial area and 1 deployed on the transport route from the outpost to Longevity Town. The other 2 vehicles were deployed in the Elm District and the temporary resource points outside the abandoned town in the north, responsible for transporting the prey and the recycled garbage back to Longevity Town.

    There was actually only one vacant truck, one that Dr. Yin Fang rented for the Bull and Horse Squad, and it was returning from the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

    The snow in the northern suburbs was already knee-deep.

    With a distance of nearly 16 kilometers, if there was no reliable vehicle, yers had to be prepared to spend the whole day on the road traveling on foot.

    "It looks like the outpostcks not only weapons, but also vehicles."

    Long-distance power projection was a big problem. Even if his yers made a few mountain bikes and tricycles by themselves, the number was still too small to equip everyone.

    "... When the problem of anti-aircraft weapons is solved, I have to ask Steel nt 81 to figure out a way to produce a few more firewood trucks."

    Thest question in Chu Guang¡¯s heart was why would marauders want fuel rods!

    <em>Do they need to charge a shelter too?</em>

    <em>Can they even use fuel rods?</em>

    At this moment, Old White, who had just logged back into the game for a while, went offline again and went back to the forum.

    His earlier post had been turned alive, and he was updating his experience after being captured by marauders.

    "I¡¯m back! I logged back into the game just now and sneaked a nce outside the window. There are more and more marauders now! Earlier on, there were only a few dozen people, but now there are hundreds of them!"

    "They¡¯ve confiscated my VM and searched my body. Hahaha, but they didn¡¯t expect that I still have anothermunication method!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "By the way, this doesn¡¯t count as abusing the game bug, does it? Light won¡¯t delete my post when he sees it, right?"

    <em>Holy shit!</em>

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up instantly.

    <em>So captured yers can also be used this way?</em>

    Not only would Chu Guang not delete the post, but he also wished that Old White would abuse the bug a few more times. It would be better if he could post the exact number and distribution of the marauders on the forum.

    Just when he was hesitating whether to create another ount to guide him, the cloud gamers who were waiting for the update below the post quickly asked Chu Guang everything he wanted to ask.

    Moonless Blue Sky: Damn, you still have windows in your cell?

    Gang Leader: Awesome, tell us how many people they have and what their equipment is? In that way, after ina gets off theer, he can pass the message when he logs back into the game!

    Old White: How should I put it¡­ Just looking at the physique, I feel that they are just ordinary marauders no different from the Bloodhand n we encountered before. But in general, these marauders are obviously more organized than the Bloodhand n, and their equipment is also a lot stronger. So their strength is probably between the Army and general marauders!

    - Besides that, I saw 2 trucks in their camp with a light machine gun mounted on top of the trucks! The machine gun is exactly the same as the one we seized from the Army!

    - Also, they have a lot of mutants, especially mutated hyenas. This isn¡¯t supposed to be a surprising thing. After all, the Bloodhand n likes dogs too. But these people are quite interesting, they don¡¯t just keep dogs, they even dress their dogs!

    - I¡¯m sure that the dogs¡¯ clothes are definitely not used to keep them warm, and most likely, they are used to store explosives or something! If you n to attack this ce, you better be careful about those hyenas, and don¡¯t let them get close to you!

    Just as Old White was talking in the post, several familiar IDs suddenly appeared in the forum.

    Night Ten: Fuck, Old White, you are still alive?!

    Old White: Haha, yes, I¡¯m still alive! By the way, why are you here? I¡¯ve already created such a good opportunity for you to escape, don¡¯t tell me you still died.

    Ample Time: We¡¯re on the truck back to the base. I know you woulde to the forum after you died so I temporarily logged out of the game to check on you. Good brother, hang in there, we¡¯ll go back and bring troops to save you!

    Old White: Uh, don¡¯t be impulsive, these marauders are not easy to deal with. My exoskeleton is already broken, and the most valuable equipment I have now is the VM. In terms of other stuff, it¡¯s not a big deal to lose them. Even if I¡¯m dead, it will only be just three days of waiting on the forum. So don¡¯t act like I will never be able to y this game again. For now, I want to figure out what those marauders are doing in thatboratory before I die.

    Ample Time: Mhm¡­ I have some thoughts on this. Maybe they didn¡¯t n to take fuel rods at all. Their target might be the ecological park itself!

    Hearing Ample Time¡¯s analysis, Chu Guang suddenly became curious.

    That was actually what he was most interested in.

    Old White: What makes you say this?

    Ample Time: It¡¯s very simple. There is a warm climate, plenty of space, and ready-made concrete fortifications. That ce is a natural base of operations. If I were theirmander and confirmed that the ecological park in Building 3 was still working, I would definitely choose to set up my base there as well.

    The only trouble for them now is that there¡¯s a Deathw nesting there. But now that Deathw is wounded, they just need to find it and clean it up.

    Old White was startled.

    - Damn, now that you mention it¡­ It does look like that¡¯s the case. I also noticed that their trucks are carrying a lot of supplies, which is obviously enough to support the consumption of 100 people! I¡¯ve counted the boxes and sacks they unloaded. If they were all food and ammunition, it would be enough to support the consumption of a thousand people!

    <em>Supplies!</em>

    <em>And freaking enough for a thousand people!</em>

    Chu Guang was getting excited.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    He was just worrying about supplies. And now someone was delivering supplies to him¡­?

    In less than a minute, Chu Guang made a decision.

    He couldn¡¯t let such a fat and juicy piece of meat slip away from right beneath his nose!

    Ample Time and Night Ten were still on the truck, and didn¡¯t dare to stay on the forum for too long. After they learned about the situation from Old White, they went back online again.

    ...

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 Chapter 197.2: Operation Broken Sword

    After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang decided to take the initiative in the war. He issued a mission to the remaining three people of the Bull and Horse Squad through their VM, ordering them to get out of the truck immediately, set up an observation point near the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, and closely monitor the movements of the marauders.

    <em>Wanting to build a stronghold at my doorstep?</em>

    <em>You wish!</em>

    Chu Guang then sent a message to Luca, asking him to mobilize all 5 trucks before dark and wait for orders in the northern industrial area of ??the outpost.

    The next moment, there was a knock on the door of the office.

    Yin Fang pushed open the door and walked in anxiously from outside.

    "We have a situation!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Our Scientific Expedition Team encountered marauders!"

    Chu Guang said calmly, "You are too slow, I knew it ten minutes ago."Looking at Chu Guang with a calm face, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment and said cautiously, "I have to remind you that if they took the fuel rods there... All our efforts over the past week would be in vain, and we would have to find a suitable target again."

    Chu Guang nodded. "I know, but for now, we are not worried about the fuel rods."

    Yin Fang frowned. "What do you mean..."

    "Marauders have camped there, and judging from the size of their personnel and the deployment of supplies, they presumably intend to use it as a base of operations... If my guess is correct, they should be the Bonechewer n that has risen up recently."

    "If nothing else, they should be nning to establish a stronghold at the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base as a bridgehead for a full-scale invasion of the southern River Valley Province.¡±

    As Ample Time put it, they had no intention of taking the fuel rods at all.

    They were after the ecological experimental base!

    As Chu Guang spoke, he couldn¡¯t help sighing to himself.

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect these people toe so quickly...</em>

    After hearing what he said, Yin Fang¡¯s expression changed slightly and he said nervously, "Isn¡¯t that more dangerous?"

    "Their goal couldn¡¯t be more obvious. Do you think I will let them seed? There are only a hundred or so people, and this is not the first time I have suppressed bandits."

    Looking at Yin Fang who was slightly stunned, Chu Guang smiled lightly and continued, "The reconnaissance team has been deployed near those marauders. Just before you entered my office, I mobilized all the trucks at the base, and will soon mobilize another 200 members to form a reinforcementpany."

    "Since they havee to our doorstep, we must not let our guests feel unwee."

    "Wait until it¡¯s dark, then we will give them a big weing party!"

    ...

    Old White, who was trapped in the prison cell and couldn¡¯t get out, looked around while trying not to yawn. asionally, when he heard a movement, he would walk to the window and nce outside, then return to the bed to sit down.

    It was just past noon in the game, and it was still early morning in reality. So even if he logged out, he would still be sleeping, and he may not even be able to sleep.

    He might as well just stay in the game watching those NPCs.

    Speaking of which, those marauders were also quite interesting.

    While standing by the window to observe them, Old White found that these NPCs all had their own life trajectories, just like those in <em>Red Dead Redemption</em>.

    For example, the marauder, who was standing guard at the entrance of the experimental base, was a smoker. Every time his superior was away, he would take out half of a cigarette and smoke a little before flicking off the lit end and stuffing the rest back into his pocket.

    The driver leaning on the side of the truck was probably of higher status, no one seemed to be instructing him to do anything. He was standing with the co-driver smoking a cigarette, showing a look of intoxication.

    There was also a marauder sitting on the stone steps, carving something on the bullet¡¯s slug with a knife.

    <em>Seriously, does anyone really believe in the urban legend</em><em>that engraving a cross on the bullet would increase damage?</em>

    At this time, Old White suddenly discovered through the small hole in the tent that a behemoth about four meters long was moved out from the main door.

    <em>Deathw!</em>

    A look of surprise shed across Old White¡¯s face.

    <em>These people actually killed that Deathw?</em>

    Actually, it would be inurate to say that they killed it.

    Looking closely, one would be able to discover that although the Deathw was covered with shocking scars, it was still breathing.

    There was a row of tents at the back of Building 2, close to where the trucks were unloading supplies.

    Several marauders worked together and carried it on a stretcher into a spacious tent.

    Just when Old White was wondering what they were doing, he saw an ugly old man following those marauders into the tent.

    For some reason, Old White always felt that the old man in the thick coat had a slightly different aura from the marauders around him.

    How was he supposed to put it?

    He felt like that guy was very mysterious.

    If the surrounding marauders werepared to goblins, then the old man was at least a goblin sorcerer or shaman.

    "Are they going to heal the Deathw?"

    Confusion was written all over Old White¡¯s face.

    <em>That¡¯s not possible, right?</em>

    ...

    Little Seven¡¯s drone returned and brought back aerial photos of the marauder camp. From several photos, it could be seen that at least onepany of marauders was stationed at the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

    To put it bluntly, a maximum of 150 people were there, and there were 100 at the very least.

    They were scattered in severalboratory buildings with people patrolling with dogs.

    As for their supplies¡­ From the aerial photos, it did look like there were 1,000 people, and the unloading point was near Building 2.

    Those marauders seemed to be nning to hide their supplies in the building, so the cleanup of the Slime Mold Mutants in Building 2 had already begun.

    Night Ten had established an observation point nearby and set up his sniper rifle. The agility type yer Ample Time had visual reinforcement and acted as a spotter. Gale was lying in ambush nearby, taking care of the two¡¯s backs while logging out to check the information on the forum from time to time.

    Old White, who was taken as a prisoner, had be their eyes in the marauder camp, always updating the information on the distribution of personnel in the camp.

    However, since the entire experimental base itself was built on rtively high terrain, surrounded by ruins and jungles, Night Ten, who served as a sniper, did not have a good vision.

    However, it didn¡¯t matter.

    The mission they received was not to squat at a high ground to attack those marauders, but to monitor the patrols scattered outside the stronghold and provide cover for yers approaching the stronghold.

    If he discovered a high-threat target, such as a machine gunner or someone with a rocketuncher, he needed to take them down before they threatened the friendly force.

    8:00 in the evening, wastnd time.

    Five light trucks delivered 200 yers to the theater in two batches and assembled 1 kilometer away from the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

    The operation was led by Chu Guang himself, and he arrived at the front line with 6 guards to supervise the battle.

    In addition to this, the former Brigade Commander Vanus was also allowed to go to the front.

    That was his own request, and the reason was that he wanted to see with his own eyes how the people who had defeated them on the battlefield actually fought.

    Chu Guang agreed to his request, took Vanus with him, and allowed him to watch the battle.

    It just so happened that he needed a staff officer. He didn¡¯t necessarily have to refer to Vanus¡¯s advice, but his actualbat experience mighte in handy at critical moments.

    The southwest side of the experimental base was Clearspring City, so the area was also the key defense area for those marauders.

    A machine gun was ced on the third floor of Building 1, the window was stuffed with sandbags as a cover, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the gate of the experimental base where the checkpoint was ced.

    There were sandbags piled up near the checkpoint, and marauders could crouch down behind the sandbags to shoot down the forest below the slope.

    In addition, about thirty ves in shackles were building simple bunkers and fortifications in the base under the supervision of a ten-man team.

    It could be seen that the group of marauders was very cautious.

    They even dug foxholes in the base, taking into ount the possibility of encountering air and artillery bombardment.

    Chu Guang reckoned that those foxholes and bunkers should not be prepared for him, but probably for Boulder Town¡¯s nes, or something else.

    But in contrast, the east side of the experimental base was where their weakness was. There were only 2 patrols, and there was no heavy firepower deployment.

    Perhaps because the terrain there was t and the obstructions were sparse, they were confident that they would be able to respond quickly when they encountered an attack.

    However, they were not facing ordinary opponents.

    Vanus looked at Chu Guang, who was wearing an exoframe, and said with a strange expression. "Are you nning to go to the front yourself?"

    Chu Guang nced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Did I say so?"

    Vanus nced at the heavy breastte, the hammer and Gauss Rifle on his back, and slowly shook his head. "No."

    To be honest, he had fought hundreds of battles of various sizes, but that was the first time he had seen amander who had armed himself to the teeth.

    Well¡­ Lu Yang wouldn¡¯t count.

    In his eyes, Lu Yang was not amander at all.

    Chu Guang ignored him and touched the helmet lightly with his index finger. An orange floating window was then projected on the tactical eyepiece of the helmet.

    The information was also updated on the yers¡¯ VMs!

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Operation Broken Sword<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Content: </strong>The vanguard of the Bonechewer n has arrived at the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, not only capturing our friend, but also ns to build a bridgehead to invade the city! It¡¯s a pity they picked the wrong opponent. We¡¯ll use bullets to prove to them how wrong their decision is!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Brief: </strong>You can get 100 war points by participating in the action, and you can get 10 to 50 war points bypleting themand issued by themander.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>1 silver coin and 1 contribution point per war point<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Rescue The Captive<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Type: </strong>Side Mission<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Brief: </strong>We will not leave anyone behind!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Description:</strong> Rescue the captured shelter resident<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>50 silver coins, 50 contribution points<strong>]</strong>

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 Chapter 198.1: Comprehensive Upgrade of the Battle System

    Outside the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, snow-covered pine trees spread from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town under the gentle slope.

    The buildings there were no more than three stories high, and most of them were single-storied bungalows with garages and swimming pools. asionally, one or two unique-looking houses could be seen, probably belonging to researchers at the nearby research base.

    However, no matter who it once belonged to, it had beenpletely abandoned.

    Frozen vines crept into every house from their front yards, shrubs grew in the dusty garages, roots of vegetation spread through concrete paths and yard walls, and lush trees filled abandoned corners, and even broke out from roofs of some wooden houses.

    asional creaking noises could be heard downstairs, either when a Cruncher knocked something over, or a rat...

    On the half-copsed double-story vi roof.

    Night Ten, who was lying prone in the snow, took a deep breath, and turned the knob on the sniper scope with his index finger.

    The tops of the pine trees on the gentle slope were slightly higher than the outermost roof of the research base.

    With his right eye on the sniper scope, he could only barely see the figures near the checkpoint through the gap between the branches of the trees and the snow.Those marauders were right up front, less than five hundred meters away from him.

    The marauder¡¯s patrol had searched the town once before, but they didn¡¯t search very carefully, so they didn¡¯t find the two people hiding on the roof.

    "Can you see them?" Ample Time, lying prone beside the chimney, holding a monocr, said with the closed left eye.

    "Mhm, but it¡¯s a bit difficult to hit them."

    "Look in your 10:00 direction. Do you see the machine gun near the window on the third floor?"

    "I can only see his sandbag and tripod... His head is blocked by a tree branch, but it shouldn¡¯t be a problem to shoot through it."

    "Okay, he¡¯ll be yours in a moment. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and shoot an inch above the me."

    "Got it."

    Taking his right eye away from the sniper scope, Night Ten took a moment to nce at the VM that was on the back slope of the roof.

    When the brightness was turned to the lowest, only a little light could be seen in the opposite direction, so there was no need to worry about their position being exposed.

    It was actually very useful.

    After calcting the distance from the map, he tapped the screen with his index finger and cut to the mission column.

    <strong>[Time to Battle: </strong>31 mins 21s<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission:</strong> Reach the sniper point (Complete). War Point +10<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Mark high threat targets on the VM map (In Progress)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission:</strong> Covering the east offensive squad after the start of the war (Inactive)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Vition conditions: </strong>Firing and exposing your position before the order is received.

    Punishment: All war points will be deducted, and the vitor will be banned for 14 days.<strong>]</strong>

    [Vition conditions: 50 war points will be deducted each time for refusing to execute the order, 100 war points will be deducted for the second warning, and the third time...] ?

    There were quite a few missions on his VM interface.

    Night Ten calcted silently. If he couldplete all the branch missions, he could get a total of 270 silver coins and 430 contribution points.

    If he was lucky, he may be able to take out a few more NPCs, his reward may be over 400 silver coins.

    Wouldn¡¯t this be more exciting than<em> "Cheatingfield V" </em>and <em>"Call Of Hack 6"</em>?

    It would be even more perfect if the shooting sound effects of hitting the target could be enhanced.

    For example, if they added some shaking effect to the grip when hitting the target.

    "¡­ Hang in there, Old White."

    "When we save enough money, we¡¯ll buy you new equipment!"

    Not far away, a group of yers in light-colored hunting suits was advancing toward the experimental base along the ruins at the edge of the town.

    The mud smeared on the bay hid the cold gleam on the white snow, but it couldn¡¯t hide their murderous aura.

    The enemy was right in front of them!

    All the eyes hidden in the dark night flickered with excitement, and that high fighting will couldn¡¯t be weakened even by the howling north wind.

    A battle was imminent!

    ...

    Meanwhile, at Brown Farm more than 20 kilometers away, sentries with iron-barreled rifles were patrolling the fence made of garbage. Different from the sparse figures in the past, the farmhouse was a little more lively.

    Inside a country-style mansion.

    There were a dozen or so people sitting in the spacious living room, each with a heavy gloomy expression on their faces, like a dark cloud that could rain at any time.

    An old radio was ced on the round wooden table. The noisy electric sound and the host¡¯s glib words were ipatible with the atmosphere in the living room, but they were especially suitable for the asion.

    "This is the Voice of Boulder Town, and I am your dearest radio host, Mr. House. I am now bringing you an update on the situation in the northern suburbs."

    "ording to unreliable information, a marauder force called the Bonechewer n is rising at a ce out of our sight. We are not making you worry for nothing, their strength is not weak, at least much stronger than the viins who hide in the ruins and do not dare toe out."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    "Those marauders not only absorbed the remnants of the Army, but also took over some of their equipment, and are now recruiting throughout the middle of the River Valley Province... It seems that they intend to establish a kingdom of marauders."

    ¡°If they keep advancing south, there is no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City will survive, and the militia will never waste a bullet on those who haven¡¯t paid their taxes. If you happen to be in the northern suburbs, and don¡¯t want to watch your wife and daughter be kidnapped and sent to the ranch, Boulder Town Voice Radio rmends the Wind From Afar Hotel to you!¡±

    "That¡¯s a super 5-star hotel specially opened for refugees by the generous Mr. Reston. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of Boulder Town. Although it is outside, legally, it also belongs to the territory of Boulder Town, so the militias will not sit back and watch anything happen to that ce... You can stay there all day with just one chip."

    Hearing the sound on the radio, the people sitting at the round table only responded with silence.

    A single chip may be an hour¡¯s sry for citizens living legally in Boulder Town, or a bottle of beer that was mixed with water.

    But for them, it would cost 1 kilogram of grain or more valuable garbage to get their hands on a single chip.

    Seemingly fed up with this dead silence, a middle-aged man with a strong appearance and a hunter¡¯s hat said slowly. "The Bonechewer n is growing, so we should unite! The Morrowind Community is willing to dispatch twenty hunters."

    Seeing that someone took the lead, the chubby man who was sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his rounded forehead with a towel, and responded. "We can dispatch nine..." Seeing everyone on the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know this number may not be a lot, but that is all we have!"

    "Tsk tsk, did you all hear that? The lucrative Red Train Inn only has nine men," the strong man with a burn scar on his face sneered and said in a mocking tone, "If your men are all dead, we can help you."

    There was a trace of annoyance on the chubby man¡¯s face, but being intimidated by the strong man, he just narrowed his eyes into a cold gaze and didn¡¯t dare to say anything.

    The Red Train Inn had been receiving merchants from Red River Town to Clearspring City all year-round. Compared with the poor man sitting here, he definitely had more chips in his pocket.

    However, in this hellish weather, those chips did not give him much sense of security, and it was not even enough to pay for the militia to visit his ce once.

    Staring at the ugly scar-faced man, the boss of the inn formed a sinister thought.

    <em>Just you wait! When this winter is over, I will invite mercenaries to your ce!</em>

    The atmosphere in the living room was a little stiff.

    Mr. Brown, who was smoking, looked a little annoyed.

    Although he knew that these neighbors could not be counted on, he didn¡¯t expect that they were still arguing with each other at this juncture.

    <em>It¡¯s really over!</em>

    At this time, sitting at the corner of the round table, a thin-faced man who had been silent from the beginning suddenly spoke up. "It¡¯s useless. We are not opponents of those people at all. They are just like locusts... They¡¯re plundering from the middle to the south."

    Seeing that everyone including Brown looked at him, the man paused for a moment and continued. "I have a rtive who is from Stone Stele Town, about 30 kilometers away from here. He fled to my ce a few days ago, saying that hundreds of marauders had invaded his town, and those who resisted were killed on the spot, or hanged at the gate, and the rest were either caught and worked as ves, or were tortured to the point of death."

    "When that happened, he was hiding in the ruins, watching the fire burn in front of him as he pretended to be a corpse. In the end, he was lucky to survive."

    The atmosphere in the living room became even stiffer.

    As if to ease the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor let out a soft sigh and muttered. "Working as ves... At least they didn¡¯t weren¡¯t eaten. It seems that these people are still a little civilized."

    "I haven¡¯t finished yet... Both the old man and the child were beheaded," the thin man¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple moved slightly and he continued with a numb expression, "They only need able-bodied people and those who are able to have children."

    The fire in the firece was burning fiercely in the living room, but the air was terribly cold.

    "Enough!" Mr. Brown patted the table, the cigarette ash was shaken off from the corner of his mouth and fell beside his boots.

    He pinched the half of the cigarette butt, pressed it into the ashtray, nced at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly continued to speak, "This is our home, and we¡¯ve lived here for generations. Run? Where can we go? There¡¯s no way we can go back. The only way is to fight to the death¡­"

    "It¡¯s just you who have nowhere to go. After all, you have such a big farm." The scar-faced man who had ridiculed the boss of the inn before, exposed his grand-sounding words, and snorted aggressively.

    Mr. Brown¡¯s expression froze for a moment before gradually turning livid. He red at the man and growled, "What do you mean that I have nowhere to go? I can go to Boulder Town with my chips. I¡¯ll be a hundred times morefortable there than I am now, do you want me to do that?"

    "Going to Boulder Town? Like the town mayor of Baker Street?" The Scarface man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "I heard that he¡¯s not having a good time in thest two months... Didn¡¯t you have an agreement with him? Why didn¡¯t you help them when they were attacked by the blue coats?"

    Brown¡¯s face darkened.

 Chapter 198.2: Comprehensive Upgrade of the Battle System

    Finally, someone else spoke up. "Why don¡¯t we go to those blue coats for help? They even dealt with the Bloodhand n, and they had a fight with the Army before, maybe they can deal with those marauders..."

    Before Brown could speak, someone next to him said in a mocking tone, "Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it¡¯s a matter of life and death, they will hide in their rat¡¯s nest as soon as possible, close the door, and hide for decades beforeing out. Isn¡¯t that what they did two centuries ago? I¡¯ve heard many stories about them."

    The boss of the inn said nervously, "Then¡­ Then we¡¯ll ask Boulder Town to take action..."

    The man with the hunter hat shook his head. "We¡¯ve run out of money."

    "Then give them grains!"

    Seeing everyone staring at him, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desires in the eyes of these poor bastards. "Grains? Where do you want me to get the grains? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can¡¯t eat grass for a whole year."

    "Then what are you going to do? We can¡¯t do this, we can¡¯t do that. Then are we just going to waste our time arguing?"

    "I have no problem with running away. Anyway, we aren¡¯t going to survive long like this. If we are lucky, we may be able to find a ce to grow crops in the south before the spring of next year."

    "Let¡¯s have a show of hands, those who approve of running away, please raise¡­"At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.

    Brown, who was about to snap, took a deep breath to hold back his anger and said. "Come in."

    The person who entered the room was Liu Zhengyue, the head of security under hismand.

    Shaking off the snow at the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm room. "Sir, our neighbor has sent you a letter..."

    Brown looked at him and asked. "What¡¯s in the letter?"

    Liu Zhengyue nced at everyone at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to read it here?"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    A sh of impatience shed across Brown¡¯s face. But perhaps he felt that it was really inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he suppressed his impatience and waved his hand, signaling Liu Zhengyue to hand over the letter.

    He opened the envelope as soon as he got his hands on it.

    After pulling out the letter, Brown nced through its contents and a hint of surprise immediately appeared on his face, but it was quickly reced by suspicion and seriousness.

    The middle-aged man with the hunter hat looked at him and asked, "What¡¯s in the letter?"

    "The invitation from our neighbor. But it¡¯s nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, while carefully folding the letter and stuffing it into his pocket.

    The people sitting at the wooden table looked at each other and exchanged distrustful nces.

    Of course, they wouldn¡¯t believe the old fox¡¯s nonsense, but that was his territory, and if he didn¡¯t n to say it, they couldn¡¯t force him.

    "Okay, that¡¯s enough discussion. We have been talking about this since dinner time. If you still want to continue arguing, please change ces, and don¡¯t do it here... It¡¯s getting pretty irritating."

    Although the guests in the living room were dissatisfied with his attitude, since the owner here had asked them to leave, it didn¡¯t look good for them to remain. Getting to their feet, they left with displeased expressions.

    Outside, the snow was heavy, but it didn¡¯t feel as cold as when they were in the room earlier.

    As the group walked out of the farm, the thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, nced at the others around him, and said in a low voice, "Like I said, we won¡¯t be able to defeat the Bonechewer n... We have only one option, that¡¯s to run away like other survivors."

    With a frown on his face, the older survivor asked, "Where did those people go?"

    Hearing the question, everyone was dazed for some time. After exchanging nces, someone who understood the situation said. "I heard that some refugees seem to have gone to Longevity Town, which is a little further north of our ce¡­"

    "A little further north? Longevity Town?"

    "Mhm, that town seems to belong to the blue coats. They had helped the Enterprise to deal with the Army, so the people from the Enterprise helped them build a town in the wilderness... That¡¯s what I heard."

    Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man with the hunter hat suddenly spoke, "I¡¯m going to go to those blue coats¡¯s wend park in the north."

    The inn owner looked at him in surprise. "Now? It¡¯s getting dark..."

    Although there were not many mutants going out to forage in winter, if he was going to visit the blue coats in the north, no one knew when he would be back.

    It was true that they were all survivors from the northern suburbs, but they didn¡¯t have much contact with those blue coats, so they couldn¡¯t just take the liberty to ask them if they could stay for one night as soon as he met them, right?

    "It¡¯s not scary when it¡¯s dark. What¡¯s scary is that you won¡¯t live to see the light of day again." Swallowed, the man with the hunter hat continued, "If we don¡¯t want to be refugees, this may be ourst hope."

    ...

    In the mansion in Brown Farm.

    Brown, who had sent off the guests, turned around and went to his closet. He took out his favorite coat and put it on his body, carefully adjusting the cor.

    But soon, as if he thought of something, he took off the coat, stuffed it back before wearing one that was a little more worn.

    As soon as he did, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "It¡¯s veryte now. Are you still going somewhere?"

    Brown responded perfunctorily, "Our neighbor has invited me to watch a movie, so I have to go. At least I have let them know that there¡¯s nothing left for them to squeeze out of us."

    "Can you not go?" Mrs. Brown asked.

    Brown¡¯s fingers adjusting the cor of his coat stopped suddenly. He was silent for a moment as he tried topose himself. "I don¡¯t know." He replied with uncertainty, "But I think... going is better than not going."

    ...

    In the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

    At the foot of the gentle slope, next to the road on the north side.

    Two marauders in fur coats threw the picked-up dead branches into the burning iron bucket before sitting around it to gather their warmth.

    Looking at the fire sparks floating up from the me, the marauder, who had a trench stick hanging on his waist, couldn¡¯t help but curse, "This damn weather... No one wants to be stuck on sentry duty¡­"

    The marauder next to him heard it and nced at the checkpoint on the slope involuntarily, "Shh, don¡¯t let the captain hear you."

    "So what if he heard it? He¡¯s allowed to sleep with a woman in his bed, but I¡¯m not allowed toin?"

    Thinking of the woman he met at thest survivor gathering point, he unconsciously licked his cracking lips.

    <em>Those are some big boobies¡­</em>

    He still remembered the expression of that woman changing from pain to despair. It was a pity that his superior went too far, and that woman didn¡¯t survive in the end.

    "Why do I feel that it¡¯s getting colder today..."

    "I¡¯ll go pick up some more firewood." With that said, the marauder tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the calf-deep snow, and walked into the woods beside him.

    It was pitch-ck everywhere.

    However, it wasn¡¯t a big problem for him to collect firewood because there were many dead branches falling on the snow.

    He leaned down and touched the ground, and when he felt extreme colding from the ground below, he was stunned.

    <em>Huh?</em>

    <em>Why is it so hard?</em>

    Two guns that stretched out from the darkness pointed against his forehead.

    He realized what he was holding was no branch, but a bay that was smeared with mud, revealing a cold gleam.

    Faced with the man lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as snow.

    The yer who he was staring at was also dumbfounded.

    Originally, he was well-hidden in the snowdrift, but who would have thought that the idiot would ignore so many dead branches near him and grab his gun instead.

    <em>God damn it! What should I do now?</em>

    Sideline ckingmunicated with the teammates next to him with his eyes.

    Eye Owe Money was also at a loss for what to do.

    <em>How about¡­ You wait for him to fire the first shot?</em>

    At this time, there was a shout from the fire beside the road, "Xiu, what are you dawdling at there?"

    "I, I¡­" The marauder who was at gunpoint stuttered with trembling lips.

    Hearing the trembling voice, the marauder who was near the fire immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly raised the rifle in his hand while squatting before pulling the bolt. He yelled, "Who¡¯s there!"

    Seeing the scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the yers in the forest could no longer stay hidden anymore.

    However, it didn¡¯t matter.

    It was the feint group that was discovered. Although it was discovered a few minutes earlier, it did not affect the overall operation.

    <em>It¡¯s time to test my micro-control!</em>

    Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and swiped in the air, the prpiled mission was immediately sent out.

    <strong>[Time to Battle:</strong> 0s<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Fire At Will! (Involved: All Teams in Group A)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Shell the target area! (Involved: Support Groups)<strong>]</strong>

    "Light em up!"

 Chapter 199.1: Feint, Ambush, Support, and First Blood

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Shell the target area!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Launch 10 rockets at the target area on the map.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>Each rocket that falls within the area will be rewarded 5 war points, and 10 war points will be rewarded if yound within the precise range.<strong>]</strong>

    "Fire!"

    In the dark ruins, there was an excited cry.

    Following Mosquito¡¯s order, their Ratman brother, who was standing beside the rocket artillery, immediately lit the fuse with a match before running away.

    mes spewed out from the tails of the rockets!

    Apanied by the whistling sound, the rockets dragging the tail mes shot out from the barrels of theuncher, drawing a beautiful parab in the night sky, and mmed into the marauder¡¯s position.

    Illuminated by the rockets¡¯ tails, Mosquito¡¯s face was full of excitement. "Hahaha! Hell yeah! This is so satisfying!"Make Me had admiration written all over his face. "This is awesome! Boss, did you make this Katyusha?"

    He had long heard about the power of Goblin Technology on the forum, and now he could finally see it with his own eyes.

    <em>This is too hardcore!</em>

    "What do you mean Katyusha? I call it Tempest 1.0!"

    The production of Fliegerfaust had failed because the speed of the rockets could not be improved, and the pration depth and power werecking. So Mosquito simply gave up the original design n and went back to make what he was good at making the most. He changed the caliber from the original 20mm small water pipe to 90mm and increased the weight of the warhead from 20 grams to 6 kilograms.

    But what he didn¡¯t expect was that the new design n not only passed the review, but also received the support of the research and development funds from the outpost, as well as the order of 20 rockets.

    The cost of each rocket was 120 silver coins, and the purchase price was 140 silver coins, so the profit was as high as 20 silver coins for each rocket! This order alone earned him 400 silver coins!

    <em>Sure enough¡­ </em>

    <em>The bigger the better!</em>

    The 6 kilogram TNT payload was no joke, and its power was much stronger than the warhead he made with ck powder before!

    And most importantly, the rockets had been bought by the outpost, so what he fired wasn¡¯t actually his money.

    Looking at Make Me who was still standing there waiting for the explosion, Mosquito immediately urged, "Hurry up and reload! When the eastern front starts to attack, we have another round of shelling!"

    Make Me immediately came back to his senses and nodded excitedly. "Okay, bro!"

    ...

    "Fire!"

    South of the experimental base.

    In the silent forest, gunshots filled the skies, lighting up the battlefield.

    The moment the attack order was received, Group A, which was in charge of feigning the southern position, immediatelyunched an attack, unloading the bullets at the marauder position on the slope. ?

    yers in the feint group were mostly equipped with bolt-action iron-barreled rifles and Ripper rifles.

    Each of them had received 40 rounds of ammunition before the fight began.

    And they only had one mission¡­

    That was to make every effort to contain the main force of the marauders on the south side of the experimental base and buy time for the sixteen teams ambushing from the east!

    The marauders on the top of the slope fired into the woods with their machine guns, bullets whizzing past the yers¡¯ heads.

    yers scattered in the forest instantly fell into a tough fight.

    At this moment, there were whistling sounds suddenlying from overhead. yers raised their heads and saw several rockets flying across the forest and mming into the high ground ahead!

    The slope was lit up and the sound of the explosions rang out.

    Those marauders were obviously stunned by the artillery strike as their firepower was instantly reduced greatly.

    Seeing the explosion nearby, the yers lying in the woods were also surprised.

    "Holy shit, Mosquito is really awesome!"

    "God, damn... I almost thought the rocket would fall on top of my head!"

    "A few seem to have flown a little bit too far..."

    "That¡¯s fine! We just need one to hit them!"

    There were constant explosions in the experimental base.

    The explosives tied to the hyenas were detonated by the hot shrapnel, instantly killing the marauders, who were holding the ropes, and wounding many others nearby.

    The man with the tattoo on his face looked out the window.

    Seeing the chaotic position, his face, which was illuminated by the firelight, showed a trace of surprise and disbelief.

    Although he had expected that the group of people he met in the morning might run back to get reinforcement, he didn¡¯t expect them toe so quickly andunched an attack that night.

    Moreover, theyunched such a fierce offensive!

    The marauder, who followed behind him, had a quiver in his voice. "Could it be someone from Boulder Town?!"

    Ka pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It doesn¡¯t look like it... Listen to their gunfire."

    The man who calmed down came back to his senses. "Ripper rifles?"

    Ka nodded, a sharp look shed in his eyes. "It should be the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City."

    Without hesitation, he ordered, "Pass down my order, I want all the people to defend their positions at all cost! Our reinforcements will arrive before dawn. As long as we survive the night, the victory will belong to us!"

    Meanwhile, on the southern front line.

    Five mutant brown bears locked in iron cages were brought to the edge of the battlefield.

    Listening to the gunshots around, the mutant brown bears let out angry roars, struggling desperately, causing the steel bars as thick as a thumb to squeak loudly.

    The marauders pulled thetch that locked the cage, pushed the cage down the slope with all their might, and quickly fled back behind cover.

    The mutant brown bears broke free from the cage and rushed towards the yers¡¯ fronts, driven by Molotov Cocktails and machine gun fire.

    Seeing the brown bears rushing towards them, Eye Owe Money was instantly shocked. "Fuck! This group of marauders has no honor!"

    "Use the Molotov Cocktail to block their path! Don¡¯t let them rush over!" Sideline cking shouted, and threw out the Molotov Cocktail in his hand at the same time.

    The Molotov Cocktail was smashed on the pine tree, and the ignited kerosene instantly sttered everywhere.

    The nearby yers were obviously thinking the same thing and threw out the Molotov Cocktails in their hands.

    A barrier of mes quickly formed across the slope.

    The mutant brown bears did not dare to run down the slope anymore, worried that the furs on their bodies would catch on fire and they could only flee to the side. As they were running, two of them had already been killed by bullets flying around on the battlefield.

    However, there was a repercussion to the fire the yers had set.

    Although the me prevented the mutant brown bears from rushing toward the yers¡¯ positions, it also exposed their positions.

    Two exposed yers instantly attracted the fire of the marauders on the slope, and soon, their bodies were covered with bullet holes.

    Casualties on both sides were on the rise.

    And the battle situation on the southern front fell into a deadlock!

    Inside the temporarymand post, Vanus, who was staring at the VM screen, said thoughtfully, "This n is very risky... If the southern front positions copse and your opponents chase down from the high ground, even if your men gain an advantage on the eastern front, your opponents can also easily prate the nks of your eastern positions from the southern side of the high ground to nk you with the troops on the slopes."

    Vanus didn¡¯t finish his sentence. He believed that Chu Guang must know the consequences.

    If he was inmand, he would definitely not take such a risk, but would divide the force into 4 groups andunch attacks from 4 directions at the same time.

    In this way, even if one front was defeated, as long as the other three fronts gained the upper hand, he would still be able to win the battle.

    Of course, that was based on the absolute advantage of the troop size or equipment.

    If there was no obvious advantage, he would definitely not let his subordinates fight a battle that was impossible to win.

    Well¡­ Unless his superiors ordered him to.

    "Your assumptions won¡¯t happen."

    Hearing the confident voice, Vanus raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

    Chu Guang said without hesitation, "Unless their force is three times stronger than my force, and they annihte my four squadrons on the eastern front with a total of forty infantry on the hillside."

    "There¡¯s no need for aplete annihtion, as long as more than half of your men are¡­"

    "Let¡¯s make a bet."

    Hearing what he said, Vanus hesitated slightly. "What do you want to bet on?"

    "10,000 Dinar," Chu Guang said with a soft smile, "Let¡¯s bet that my people will fight until thest moment, even if there is only one person left. They will never retreat."

    He trusted his yers.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    After experiencing several wars, they were already experienced veterans, and some had even died on the battlefield.

    What they had was more than just the courage to stand up to death.

    If the battle went well, and each team sessfullypleted their missions, Chu Guang nned tounch the guild system and mercenary system in the next version, so that some yers with strong organizational skills could serve as themander of the team and work with familiar teammates to dominate the local battles in the campaign.

    Among the 100 yers, there would at least be a dozen or 20 high-level yers with outstanding abilities.

    Letting them y to their strengths was more valuable than keeping them in the trenches.

    At that time, Chu Guang would consider focusing his work more on training junior officers and his guards.

    Also, his guards would be mainlyposed of native people.

    After all, it was a very boring job, and yers were unlikely to be interested in it.

    Chu Guang¡¯s firm tone made Vanus unsure, but he naturally wouldn¡¯t refuse free money.

    Fear of death was the nature of life, even the clone infantrymen of the Army would fear death because of their survival instinct.

    There were only 40 people on their side. In the face of overwhelming firepower, if they were able to maintain the casualty rate at around 30%, they would already be considered elite troops.

    He didn¡¯t believe that a group of pampered shelter residents would be brave enough to keep fighting with their friends dying beside them.

    Shrugging, Vanus agreed. "Then let¡¯s bet."

    Besides, even if he lost, it wouldn¡¯t really matter.

    Anyway, his 2 million ransom couldn¡¯t be paid in a short time...

    ...

 Chapter 199.2: Feint, Ambush, Support, and First Blood

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Impetuous Charge<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Remarks: </strong>Therades on the southern front have bought us precious time, and the firepower of the marauders has been pinned to the south! It¡¯s time to give them a heavy blow, when the whistle sounds, all yers must charge toward the enemy positions!<strong>]</strong>

    In the east...

    A harsh whistle suddenly sounded from the original calm forest.

    In the forest that was still silent a few seconds ago, the boiling killing intent and the roar of the charge rushed to the high ground like an overwhelming force.

    The marauders standing behind the covers had a hint of panic on their faces.

    For a while, they even lost count of how many people were below the slope!

    "Charge!"

    "Oorah!"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om"Brothers, go, go, go!"

    "Demacia!"

    "Take the point! Take the point!"

    What rushed out of the forest with yers were the bullets that were poured down at those marauders like an endless shower!

    The machine gunner at the window on the third floor turned the machine gun and pulled the trigger. However, he only managed to fire two shots before a blood mist suddenly burst out from his head. He fell on the sandbag, motionless.

    The marauder, who was squatting next to him, hurried forward, took the machine gun, and was about to fire. But just as he aimed the gun, a bullet sted open his skull, sshing the brain everywhere around the window.

    On the roof of the double-story vi 500 meters away.

    Night Ten, who pulled the bolt, calmly exhaled a warm breath, an excited expression appearing on his face.

    "I got them! That¡¯s 20 points easily..! By the way, are there any extra points for headshots in this game?"

    "Stop thinking about other things... Focus on aiming!"

    The distance of hundreds of meters had exceeded the range that an arrow could reach. So Ample Time simply acted as a spotter and reported the enemy position to the Night Ten next to him.

    "Our people have advanced to the front... Shall we follow along?" Night Ten asked.

    The fastest team had rushed to the high ground.

    The progress of Group B was smoother than expected. There were nearly 160 people in the 16 teams, and they tore a hole directly in the defense line. The marauders there werepletely stunned.

    There were no other marauders near the machine gun points.

    Well, they were probably all dead anyway.

    Holding the telescope, Ample Time observed calmly. "Wait for the order, our position has not moved."

    Since the order had not been updated, it meant that they still had to guard their assigned position.

    But it didn¡¯t matter.

    As the support group, they were the same as Group A on the southern front. As long as they stayed in their positions, they would get war points.

    ...

    "C¡¯mon, Roro! Run fast! Our teammates have all charged. If we don¡¯t go now, we will fall behind!" Riding on the back of a big white bear, Tail was pulling the fluffy fur of the white bear, waving the iron-barreled rifle in her hand, and shouting loudly.

    Although her voice was not loud, it was full of energy.

    "Wo-won¡¯t you be shot if you stand so high?"

    Just as she was talking, a bullet swished past the big white bear¡¯s ear, frightening her so much that she almost turned around and ran away.

    Tail pulled her back with difficulty and said, "Don¡¯t be afraid! If I¡¯m shot, Sisi is still there!"

    Sisi, who was charging next to her, gave the white bear a thumbs up. "That¡¯s right, don¡¯t worry, just charge. For Xiaoyu¡¯s smile, we will take turns riding you!"

    "I, I, I don¡¯t want to be ridden at all!"

    The white bear, with a steel te hanging on her chest and above her head, looked like she was about to cry. However, she still mustered up her courage and rushed forward.

    However, after she charged to the top of the slope, she was surprised to find that the marauders seemed to be scared silly after seeing her; they even forgot to fire their guns for a while.

    <em>Maybe...</em>

    <em>Maybe they¡¯re right¡­ I am strong!</em>

    Just as the White Bear Knightsunched their charge, the marauder¡¯s eastern front hadpletely copsed.

    The yers who attacked the high ground had no intention of wasting time with this group of marauders. They rushed into the marauder¡¯s defense position like a swift wind.

    Killing a regr target would get them only one war point.

    But if they followed the VM¡¯s mission prompt, reached the target point, and upied the favorable terrain on the map, everyone on their team would get 10 war points!

    In a team of ten, even if only one person reached the position, the mission would be consideredplete.

    And if they were able to hold the position for more than three minutes or get the new order, they would get another 10 war points.

    That would be 20 points in total!

    In the battle, it would not be too much to capture 5 positions, right?

    That was simply the best chance to make money!

    Different from Group A, which was dominated by people holding bolt-action rifles, the 16 teams in Group B were moreposed of yers equipped with automatic rifles, and each team was equipped with at least three Sickle assault rifles!

    The yers, who acted as the main siege group, received 60 rounds of ammunition and two grenades before attacking.

    In addition, each team was equipped with a support soldier carrying an Armor Fist Bazooka.

    Army-produced bazooka like that with TNT charges in its warhead was very easy to use, whether it was anti-vehicle or anti-infantry.

    Especially dealing with the target hiding in the building or behind a bunker, one shot could easily blow up the person with the bunker in a nice buy one get one freebo!

    ...

    After the eastern front suddenly encountered fierce firepower, the marauders who were guarding the high ground finally reacted.

    It was not because of their superior firepower that the group of people who had been pinned down by them in the woods did not dare to move forward.

    It was because those people were the bait for the feint attack...

    The yers in Group A had already prepared to sacrifice themselves, so no matter what the casualties were, they didn¡¯t take a step back.

    The marauders, who were located on the high ground,unched two consecutive offensives towards the bottom of the slope, but they were all pushed back.

    The troops in the experimental base began to be mobilized. The marauder team guarding the southern front, under the leadership of the squad leaders of each team, quickly moved towards the eastern front for support.

    However, at this moment, the second round of artillery strikended on their heads.

    The buzzers hanging on the side of the rockets made a piercing sound as they whistled through the air, like the long cry of a grim reaper, creating a series of explosions in the open space in front of the experimental base.

    Not many people were killed on the spot, but there were countless people who were frightened.

    "Ahhh!"

    "My! My arm!"

    "Help me¡­"

    There were constant painful wailings from the chaotic defense position.

    Old White, who was standing in front of the window, looked at the bright explosions outside the window, with a surprised expression on his face. "Damn¡­ They¡¯re really noisy..."

    <em>Are these two rounds of rockets the masterpiece of Brother Mosquito?</em>

    <em>This is simply incredible!</em>

    Hearing the footstepsing from the corridor outside the door, Old White suddenly had an idea in his heart. He stretched out his handcuffed hands, grabbed the sheet, and quickly went to the wall beside the door.

    The door was mmed open, and two marauders with rifles rushed in.

    Before the two found him, Old White threw the sheet in his hand directly at the two of them, and then used all his force, restraining one with handcuffs, and mming the other against the wall with his shoulders.

    With 17 points of strength and the explosive power of Limit Breaker, the two of them didn¡¯t even have time to react when they were squashed into meat paste.

    After breaking the neck of the man in his arms, Old White immediately delivered an elbow strike, ending the stunned marauder on the wall.

    "Fuck, the wound on my stomach is cracked again."

    <em>My 7 points of constitution isn¡¯t considered too low, but why hasn¡¯t it healed yet!</em>

    Without looking at the corpses on the ground, Old White picked up a pistol from the ground and shot and shattered the chains of the handcuffs and shackles. He then threw the pistol, picked up the Army¡¯s standard Ripper rifle on the ground, and walked directly out the door.

    There was a chaotic sound of footsteps downstairs; no one had spare time for a captive.

    Swaggering down the stairs, Old White was about to slip away through the back door, but he didn¡¯t expect to run into an acquaintance in the corridor as soon as he arrived on the lower floor.

    After Ka and his subordinate behind him saw Old White, a moment of surprise shed across their faces. The two marauders immediately raised the automatic rifles in their hands and were about to fire. However, Old White, the ability user, reacted a step faster. He grabbed the nearest rifle with his left hand and stabbed the man behind Ka with the Ripper rifle with his right hand.

    <em>Puff¡­</em>

    The bay directly went into the man¡¯s chest and came out from the other side.

    Old White quickly twisted the gun, causing the blood to gush out from the man¡¯s body. The man¡¯s pupils dted in pain, and he fell into a pool of blood.

    After taking out one marauder, Old White looked at the man with the tattoo on his face. "You saved my life, and I saved yours too. So surrender."

    Ka couldn¡¯t understand what Old White was saying. After discovering that he was not able to pull the rifle away from Old White¡¯s hand, a fierce look shed in his eyes. He immediately pulled out the dagger with his left hand and stabbed Old White in the throat.

    However, he soon realized what a terrible mistake he had made.

    The swift blow in his eyes was as slow as an ant crawling in the eyes of Old White.

    Old White raised his foot and kicked him in the chest without saying a word, sending him flying across the corridor. He fell heavily to the ground and tumbled a few times.

    Ka only felt as if his chest had been hit by a truck. The air in the chest cavity was squeezed empty, and he didn¡¯t know how many ribs were broken. He coughed violently, but instead of coughing up water, he coughed up blood.

    "I already told you that I would spare your life, why attack me?"

    Throwing away the Ripper rifle in his hand, Old White picked up the automatic rifle that the marauder leader had dropped on the ground, stepped forward, and picked him up from the ground.

    At this time, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly rushed in from outside.

    Leading the way into the lobby of Building 3, Battlefield Cheerleader was about to rush into the corridor, but he bumped into Old White who was standing in the corridor.

    "What the heck? Old White?" His eyes instantly lit up.

    <em>Wasn¡¯t he a captive? Why is he here?</em>

    <em>He also managed to capture one marauder!</em>

    Old White, who was carrying the marauder leader, also saw Battlefield Cheerleader. There was a look of surprise on his face. "Holy shit, you guys are really fast."

    Battlefield Cheerleaderughed. "Of course! We don¡¯t want to see our brother suffering in the hands of marauders, so we rushed all the way over to save you!"

    <em>Come on man, there is a 50 silver coin reward¡­ How can we not be fast?</em>

    Not knowing about the mission, Old White simplyughed and told him to stop with his nonsense. After a pause, he continued, "Those marauders seem to have run to the ecological park below Building 3. There is an elevator and a fire escape on the first floor that can get you there. By the way, how is the battle outside?"

    Battlefield Cheerleader said with a smile, "It¡¯s basically over! Our guys pushed up directly from the eastern front and surrounded the marauder troops deployed in Building 5. It is estimated that the siege is over by now. There are about ten teams left to be transferred to the southern front for reinforcement, and the battle has almoste to the end... Did you hear that? That¡¯s the charging signal, the brothers in the feint group also rushed at the enemy."

    The piercing whistle echoed in the marauders¡¯ defense position, bing thest straw that overwhelmed their psychological defenses.

    Their defense lines began to crumble. As stubborn resistance gradually turned into a dying struggle.

    Those marauders who were devastated were either killed by axes and bays in meleebat, or were shot behind cover in foxholes just half dug.

    The team led by Spring Water Commander fully upied Building 3. After cutting off the elevator power, they forced the two gates of the fire escape to open.

    Cold air from the first floor was poured into the passage and the yers lit a fire at the entrance.

    Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard, who was wearing an exoskeleton, walked to the front of the position and shouted at the marauders who were surrounded inside the ecological park.

    "Your leader has been captured, surrendering is your only way out!"

    "Put down your weapons, raise your hands, ande out on your own!"

    "Ten minutester, we will not spare anyone when we go in!"

    On the other side of the battlefield.

    After retrieving his VM with the help of Battlefield Cheerleader, Old White rushed into the tent directly opposite Building 3 with a rifle.

    In the tent, there was a dying Deathw, with a metal box of unknown purpose iid on the back of its neck.

    Next to the Deathw stood an old man.

    After seeing him, the old man did not hesitate at all, immediately stopped his work, and simply raised his hands. "I surrender."

    After participating in so many battles, Old White understood the words "I" and "surrender". But he didn¡¯t know how to deal with the monster.

    Just when Old White was hesitating whether to take the first kill, his VM suddenly vibrated, and a light blue pop-up window appeared.

    <strong>[Congrattions to yer Old White forpleting the first kill of a Deathw]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>10 silver coins, 50 contribution points<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Please choose whether to broadcast on the server: </strong>Yes/No<strong>]</strong>

    Seeing this line of words, Old White, who was about to kill the monster, was stunned for a moment.

    <em>What the heck?</em>

    <em>I haven¡¯t done anything yet?</em>

 Chapter 200.1: I Suggest You Move

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>Congrattions to yer Old White forpleting the first kill of a Deathw!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Achievement will go into the Hall of Fame]</strong>

    Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base

    yers who were clearing up the battlefield received these two messages from their VMs at almost the same time. They were dumbfounded by its contents.

    "What the heck?"

    "Old White?"

    "What the fuck, wasn¡¯t this guy captured by the marauders?"

    "What¡¯s going on? Why was the captive able to break out and steal our first kill?"

    "I¡¯m going to leave a bad review! I strongly request developers to find another yer to y the role of a captive next time!""<em>Wuu wuu</em>, my first kill."

    On the roof of a two-storey vi, 500 meters away from the experimental base.

    Looking at the VM on his arm, Night Ten¡¯s eyes widened with disbelief. "Holy cow, Old White is really badass!"

    Not only did he manage to escape by himself, but he even killed a Deathw!

    That monster was four-meter-tall and its ws were as long as arms. Night Ten really couldn¡¯t figure out how Old White was able to take it out.

    "It¡¯s probably the one we encountered in the morning. I remember that before we came out, that Deathw seemed to have been hit by a marauder with a bazooka." Ample Time tried to analyze the situation.

    "That¡¯s still very ridiculous!" Night Ten sighed, "I know everyone is always saying that the strength type sequence is an early stage powerhouse, but this early stage is a bit too long, right?"

    The longer the battle was, the less useful the perception type sequence was, and if the neural connection equipment could not be made avable for all intelligence type yers soon, their hope would bepletely dead.

    The constitution sequence and the agile sequence had never been buffed before, and they would always take turns to be the weakest sequence.

    Only the strength sequence was strong from Alpha 0.1 all the way to Alpha 0.9. Not only was it the fastest when it came to leveling up, they were extremely fierce inbat. Even when moving bricks, the strength sequence would be able to move more than other sequences. ?

    <em>How is this reasonable?</em>

    If Old White wasn¡¯t from his group, Night Ten would have mored to nerf the strength sequence like other jealous yers on the forum.

    "Uh, maybe before LV10 is considered the early stage?" Ample Time¡¯s expression was also a little awkward.

    It was actually really embarrassing to talk about it.

    Every time the version was updated, he predicted that the intelligence sequence was about to rise. However, he had been predicting from version 0.5 to 0.9, but nothing happened to the intelligence sequence as if the whole sequence had been forgotten by the game developers.

    <em>Where are the imnted prostheses they showed us?</em>

    <em>Where are the neural connection devices?</em>

    <em>The strength type yers are simply having too much fun in this game!</em>

    <em>Sure enough, muscles are the main theme of this game!</em>

    "Sigh, we gotta make Old White pay us!"

    Ample Time nodded. "Yeah, and it shouldn¡¯t be a small amount too!"

    Night Ten said impatiently, "Speaking of which, how long should we wait here? Can I kill the mutant hyena crouching in the corner? I¡¯ve seen it baring its teeth there while staring at us for a long time."

    Ample Time nced at the VM. "I haven¡¯t received a new mission for the time being, but judging from the green dots on the map, our people should havepletely controlled the battlefield... So let¡¯s just wait a little bit longer."

    Anyway, the equipment that was dropped in the team battle would belong to everyone, so other yers could clean up the battlefield first.

    Besides, it wasn¡¯t that bad to ck off while other yers were busy doing the hard work.

    However, just when Ample Time was thinking about not doing anything, his and Night Ten¡¯s VM received a new mission at the same time.

    To be precise, not only the two of them, but also Gale, who was in charge of watching over their backs.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Head to the target area to establish a reconnaissance point<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>50 war points<strong>]</strong>

    "What¡¯s the situation? Isn¡¯t this battle over?" Night Ten looked at Ample Time involuntarily with a confused expression.

    He asked Ample Time every time he didn¡¯t understand the situation.

    However, this time, Ample Time was also a little confused.

    "Don¡¯t look at me, I¡¯m not Light. Logically speaking, this battle should be over¡­ But I¡¯m not sure if there will be another."

    <em>Who knows?</em>

    <em>Maybe Light is working overtime recently and has no time to take care of us. And the other developers probably discovered that we are leveling up too fast, so they want to weaken us. </em>

    <em>This is very possible.</em>

    <em>After all, Isn¡¯t there another developer called Xiaoqi or something?</em>

    However, Ample Time was still more inclined to believe Light¡¯s statement.

    <em>The plot and missions in the game arepletely dynamically generated by the server AIs. Like the settings of the VRMMORPG novels, developers generally will not interfere with the game process.</em>

    As forplete non-intervention, that was unlikely. Just like the so-called 100% realism nonsense in the advertisements, no one would really believe it, right?

    Ample Time cut to the map, slid the index finger on the VM¡¯s screen, and quickly found the mission marker.

    It seemed to be an amusement park, located about 10 kilometers north of the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base. It was no longer a problem of distance, that location was so remote that it was almost the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City!

    Moreover, it was an unexplored area, and no one had ever traveled that far from the resurrection point.

    "Can I save my progress first? I had two kills." Apparently, Night Ten also noticed the location of the mission marker on the map. He had a look of tears on his face.

    "It¡¯s very unlikely that we will be able to save the progress. We¡¯re at least 16 kilometers away from the resurrection point, and the round trip is more than 30 kilometers..."

    Ample Time gulped. He swallowed his saliva, and continued. "Anyway, let¡¯s meet up with Old White first."

    ...

    Meanwhile, at the outpost 16 kilometers away from the front line.

    With Liu Jiuyue and three bodyguards, Brown, who was wearing a coat, rushed here from the farm braving the wind and snow, he greeted immediately, "I am the owner of Brown¡¯s farm, and I came to discuss the countermeasures for the Bonechewer n¡¯s invasion. Here is my invitation letter... Why are you here?"

    Seeing the people surrounding the southern gate of the outpost, Brown was stunned.

    The people he saw were none other than the ones he drove away from his living room before!

    "What a coincidence." Looking at Brown, the scar-faced man folded his arms around his chest, whistled at him, and then continued in a mocking tone. "I didn¡¯t expect Mr. Brown toe here. I thought someone said that those blue coats are unreliable."

    "Does that mean that I can¡¯te here?" Brown¡¯s face shed a trace of annoyance.

    Liu Jiuyue, who was standing behind him, took a half step forward, staring at the scarred-faced man, his hands already on his waist.

    Not taking this man¡¯s actions to heart at all, the scarred-faced man looked at him calmly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

    The atmosphere at the scene became tense.

    The two guards standing at the gate have already set their sights on the two people, ready to use guns to persuade them to stand down at any time.

    At this moment, Brown saw an old maning out of the south gate.

    The old man looked familiar to him, but Brown couldn¡¯t remember where he had seen him for a while.

    <em>Strange.</em>

    <em>I can¡¯t remember at all!</em>

    Just as Brown was distracted, the middle-aged man wearing a hunter hat stepped forward and nodded slightly to the old man standing at the gate. "I am Du Conglin from the Morrowind Community. Please allow me to meet your administrator. I have something important to discuss with him!"

    The scarred-faced man also stepped forward. "I am Ye Xiao, from Highway Town, I also want to meet your administrator to discuss the matters regarding the Bonechewer n."

    Afraid of falling behind, the chubby man also hurriedly stepped forward and said. "Red Train Inn, Doru... For the sake of us all survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, please help us."

    Others said simr things, looking at Luca with a hint of eagerness.

    Brown, who was excluded by others, and Liu Jiuyue and the guards who were following behind him, were all confused at the moment.

    <em>Who was the person that was invited by their administrator?</em>

    Luca didn¡¯t favor anyone.

    Although there were ten more people than the original n, he still received them with the identity and attitude of a butler ording to the instructions of the administrator.

    "The administrator is not in at the moment, but he will be back soon. If you are willing to wait for him, you cane with me."N?v(el)B\\jnn

    After saying this, Luca nced past the crowd, and his eyes eventuallynded on Brown.

    Without changing his expression, he said in a businesslike manner. "Mr. Brown, you cane in too."

    "Okay." Brown nodded quickly and walked into the outpost with the other survivors.

    On the way to the reception room, Brown was pondering in his mind, where on earth had he seen the man before. In the end, he couldn¡¯t help but wink at Liu Jiuyue, signaling him toe closer.

    "Is that the administrator¡¯s butler? Or is he someone else¡­ Why does he look so familiar to me?" He whispered to him in a low voice.

    Liu Jiuyue smiled bitterly in his heart. Of course he knew why Brown would find him look familiar, but he was afraid that Brown would me him, so he had to pretend to be dumb. "I don¡¯t know, sir. Thest time I came here to deliver a message for you, it was the first time I met him... Maybe you mistook him for someone else?"

    Although Brown was suspicious, he really couldn¡¯t remember where he had seen the man, so he didn¡¯t ask any more questions, and said casually, "Maybe you are right."

    ...

 Chapter 200.2: I Suggest You Move

    The group was ushered to the reception room.

    The decor here was very simple, and the most expensive things were probably the bear skin on the ground and the radio on the wooden table next to it.

    Brown recognized the radio.

    He had been a guest at the old town mayor¡¯s house on Baker Street, and the agreement of mutual defense was even signed in the old town mayor¡¯s study.

    Brown still remembered that at that time, the Boulder City Voice¡¯s program, "Ways of Getting Rich," which was about Camu Tree nting techniques, was ying on the radio.

    It was because of that that Brown felt a little restless.

    Although he had sent a batch of food back then, no one could guarantee that the ruler would not suddenly remember this and use it as an excuse to extort more food from him.

    It was a good thing to be able to give food to buy peace.

    But the problem was, he really had nothing left to be squeezed out of.After the crowd sat down, Luca looked at the survivors in the reception room and said. "We didn¡¯t expect so many guests, and the conditions here are a little rough, so I hope you wouldn¡¯t mind."

    Du Conglin from the Morrowind Community shook his head and said politely. "Not at all. After all, it¡¯s us who came without being invited."

    Although the decor in the reception room was a bit simple, no one doubted the strength of these blue coats.

    On the way here just now, Ye Xiao had been observing the people here. What surprised him was that along the way, he actually saw several survivors who were showing signs of awakening.

    <em>Since when did awakening be so easy?</em>

    Ye Xiao clearly remembered what a cruel price he had to pay and what a dangerous life-and-death test he had to go through before he was lucky enough to obtain that hard-won power.

    "... Originally, we nned to invite everyone in turn to discuss the situation in the northern part of Clearspring City, but since everyone is here, we can discuss it together."

    After a pause, Luca continued. "I believe you all should have noticed that the chaos brought by the Army is spreading southward from the middle of the River Valley Province. Countless survivors have been disced in the war, and a huge marauder n is rising in the chaos. They burned viges, destroyed the settlement, plundered and enved everything in sight."

    The thin man shuddered and said timidly, "Bonechewer..."

    Luca nced at him and nodded. "That¡¯s right, that¡¯s what they call themselves."

    "We originally thought that they would march to the northern suburbs of ?Clearspring City in the spring, but what we didn¡¯t expect was that they came earlier than we thought." After saying this, Luca nodded to the assistant beside him.

    The young man immediately understood, and sent the prepared instructions to each of the survivors in turn.

    Looking at the VMs in their hands, everyone in the reception room was confused. And just when they were wondering why the blue coats gave them VMs, a video appeared on the screen.

    It was the aerial view from the drone they had sent out.

    In the research base dotted with campfires, there was a group of marauders, who had already upied the ce.

    They were well equipped, with bolt-action rifles and automatic rifles. There were machine guns welded on top of trucks, bulletproof vests over their fur coats, and Bazookas on their backs... Those were Army¡¯s equipment!

    After witnessing this video, all the survivors present, including Brown, did not have very calm expressions on their faces.

    "They are... They are from the Bonechewer n?"

    "Where is this?"

    "It seems to be the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base... I¡¯ve heard of this ce. It¡¯s at the northeast of Clearspring City!"

    "What?! The Bonechewer n is already in Clearspring City?!"

    Everyone panicked.

    <em>The Bonechewer n had already arrived on their doorsteps?</em>

    <em>Didn¡¯t the radio say that there was still some distance?!</em>

    "It¡¯s about 15 to 16 kilometers away from us. It¡¯s not very close, but it¡¯s definitely not far." Luca responded to some of their questions, signaling them to stay calm, and continued to watch the video.

    On the screen.

    Next to the road below the high ground, a sh of fire suddenly flickered.

    Without the slightest warning, the silent forest was instantly lit up by dense gunfire! The battle broke out instantly!

    At this time, the roaring rockets flew across the battlefield and mmed into the south side of the experimental base, bursting into the explosions on the marauder¡¯s defensive position.

    At the same time, the marauder¡¯s machine gunners also began to shoot down the slope; the bullets almost evaporated the air that they passed through.

    The tense atmosphere even prated the screen.

    Brown held his breath involuntarily, the expression on his face as stiff as a stone.

    At this time, with the corner of his eyes, he discovered that a row of soybean-sized sweat beads was oozing out of the forehead of the fat man named Doru sitting not far from him.

    It could be seen that he was also terrified by this scene!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Not far away, Du Conglin and Ye Xiao were not frightened by the brutality of the battlefield.

    It was just that when the battle became fierce, surprise, shock, and even disbelief appeared on their faces at the same time.

    It wasn¡¯t just from the strength those blue coats were showing.

    What made it even more difficult for them to understand was the strength of the marauders who were guarding the high ground in the defensive battle.

    <em>Are these people really just marauders?!</em>

    In Du Conglin¡¯s impression, marauders were all bandits who would only fight with people who were weaker than them, and their way of fighting was simr to the fight between gangs... Well, he was the same.

    However, those marauders were obviously morepetent than the ordinary marauders.

    Thinking that, less than an hour ago, he was still arguing with other people over the number of fighters they could provide, Du Conglin suddenly felt a deep sense of weakness.

    If they had a real fight with those marauders, he could be sure that less than a third of them woulde back alive.

    In the video, as the survivors of the eastern front rushed to the high ground and entered the experimental base, the battle basically came to an end.

    Only sporadic shes of gunfire remained on the battlefield at this point.

    The marauders who retreated into the building were either shot behind cover or were killed by the grenades thrown into the room.

    Some of them suffered an even worse death. Their clothes were lit up by the fire of the Molotov Cocktails, and soon their body was also turned into a ball of fire; they were tortured by the unquenchable mes before they were burned to death.

    The battle was undoubtedly won by the blue coats.

    A group of marauders with their heads in their hands lined up to walk out of a certainboratory building at gunpoint.

    By that point, the video ended.

    There was silence in the reception room.

    Looking at the survivors sitting in the room, Luca continued with a serious expression. "Everyone, we are facing a group of organized marauders, and the danger they pose to us is far beyond our expectations."

    "?The northern suburbs of Clearspring City are veryrge, and it is impossible for us to maintain a line of defense that stretches for dozens of kilometers. This is neither realistic nor possible."

    "The cruel fact is that if we shrink the defense line to just our territory and ignore your situation, all of you that are scattered all over the northern suburbs may only end up with one fate, and that is to be defeated by the Bonechewer n that has an absolute advantage in military force, and be their ves, and even food for them.¡±

    Looking at the survivors whose faces were gradually turning pale, Luca paused for a moment, and threw out the proposal of the administrator. "Our esteemed administrator has considered this point, so we have a proposal here, I hope you can seriously consider it."

    "If you don¡¯t want to be the food of the marauders, and you don¡¯t want to travel far away, you might as well move here."

    The moment the voice fell, there was amotion in the reception room, and the expressions on the faces of the people sitting in the room were all different, each had its own splendor.

    It was especially so for Brown.

    He nearly spat in their face.

    <em>Move here?!</em>

    <em>Are you crazy?!</em>

    Brown¡¯s heart was full of anger and humiliation. <em>These treacherous shameless scums! They even, they even... </em>

    Well, in the end, he didn¡¯t know how to criticize them. But they had obviously epted his tribute. Shouldn¡¯t they do something to protect him?

    Originally, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. That was why he came despite the heavy snow.

    He didn¡¯t expect to hear such a ridiculous proposal!

    Not taking these wonderful expressions to heart, Luca continued in a calm tone, "We know that moving is not an easy task."

    "Butpared to the other two paths and the possible consequences, I think you should seriously consider it, and we sincerely propose this from the bottom of our hearts."

 Chapter 201.1: Itâ€™s A Miracle!

    Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base

    With the surrender of the marauders in the underground ecological park of Building 3, thest bit of sporadic resistance was extinguished.

    When the captured marauder leader, Ka, heard that they were defeated by a group of blue coats, every inch of his face was filled with disbelief.

    But whether he epted it or not, the oue of this war had already been decided.

    From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took a total of 1 hour, 15 minutes, and 7 seconds.

    Amongst more than 200 yers who participated in the battle, 28 were killed and 21 were injured. Except for 4 who suffered serious injuries and chose to finish themselves off, the rest were non-disabling minor injuries.

    Within half an hour after the battle, the wounds of five injured constitution type yers had basically scabbed over, changing from serious injuries to minor injuries, and from minor injuries to a few scratches.

    At the same time, more than half of the battle losses in this battle were paid by the 40 yers in Group A that served as the feint group.

    As a troop that faced the marauders head-on, they were at an absolute disadvantage in strength, terrain, and firepower. But they actually contained more than 80% of the marauder¡¯sbat power and repelled the marauder¡¯s charge two times in a row, creating a decisive opportunity for therge forces in the east.In recognition of their bravery, Chu Guang presented a Medal of Honor to all 40 yers.

    Although the medals in the closed alpha version were not physical objects, and it was just a small sign that could be disyed on the character page of the VM and the personal profile on the forum, for yers who were keen to unlock and collect game achievements, this reward was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise!

    On the marauder side, out of a total of 152 people participated in the battle, 94 were killed, and the remaining 57 were captured and half were seriously wounded.

    They achieved a great victory!

    ...

    "... If I hadn¡¯t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed this battle report." Returning the VM in his hand to Chu Guang, Vanus, who watched the battle from the beginning to the end through the drone¡¯s perspective, maintained an expression of disbelief.

    The equipment gap between the two sides was not obvious.

    Although Shelter 404 provided two rounds of artillery support, the effect of the morale blow was significantly higher than the actual killing effect of those bombs.

    On the other hand, the marauders on the higher ground had more equipment.

    Through the aerial imagery of the drone, Vanus saw at least five light machine guns. That was not counting the guns on the four trucks!

    In terms of terrain, marauders were on the higher ground, relying on existing buildings and walls to act as cover.

    But the shelter residents under the hillside could only rely on the roots of the pine trees and the snow piled around... Those couldn¡¯t even be considered reliable covers at all.

    It was hard for Vanus to imagine how those shelter residents took down the entire defensive position on the top of the slope at the cost of only more than 30 people.

    Compared to Vanus¡¯ disbelief, Chu Guang had an expression as if he had expected everything.

    Although the casualties in the battle report were much lower than what he had estimated, they basically met his expectation.

    Taking the VM from Vanus and putting it away, Chu Guang didn¡¯t mention the bet for the time being, but looked at him and asked, "What do you think of those marauders?"

    Vanus pondered for a moment beforementing, "They¡¯re not like the average marauders."

    However, Chu Guang was not satisfied with his answer. "Isn¡¯t that obvious? I know that they are not ordinary marauders. What I want to know is whether they remind you of something else."

    Vanus was dazed for a moment, then frowned and thought for a moment. "... Now that you said it, it does remind me of them. Although those marauders had certain ws in tactics, it can be seen that they had received professional training." ?

    And the people who trained them were likely to be his former colleagues!

    At this moment, there were footstepsing from outside the door of the temporarymand post.

    A guard stopped at the door, standing at attention, saluting. "Report! The results of the interrogation havee out. They are only the vanguard, and the main force is still behind. Their leader ordered them to hold on until dawn, saying that the reinforcements will arrive before tomorrow morning¡­"

    <em>Tomorrow morning?</em>

    A strange expression appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    <em>Just how confident can you be to feel that this group of rabble canst until tomorrow morning in front of my yers?</em>

    "How many people are in their main force?" Chu Guang asked.

    The guard shook his head. "It can only be determined that they have a Brigade, but the exact number is not clear."

    Chu Guang looked at Vanus. "What is the general size of the Brigade of the Army?"

    Vanus thought for a moment before responding, "The average number is around 2,000. If it is a smaller Brigade, it would be around 1,000 people. If it¡¯s a bigger one, it may reach 5,000. The specific number depends on the configuration of the Division to which it belongs. For example, the Brigade I led before was made up of 2,000 people, mainly light infantry, equipped with two howitzers. If they¡¯re confident that the reinforcements will arrive before dawn, then they are probably equipped with wheeled vehicles, or something that can allow them to maneuver quickly."

    Chu Guang asked tentatively, "Are there tanks?"

    "How would I possibly know that?" Vanus couldn¡¯t help chuckling, "I sincerely suggest that you send a team of scouts to search northward along their supply line."

    "I¡¯ve already sent someone." Chu Guang nced at the map and saw that Ample Time¡¯s group had left the original observation point and moved to the experimental base.

    There he had prepared some equipment for them and it shoulde in handy.

    ...

    Meanwhile, in the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base.

    On the messy battlefield, Ample Time and his party finally received the equipment that the administrator prepared for them. There were two bicycles waiting for their arrival.

    "Are you serious? He just gave us two bicycles?" Night Ten, who waspletely dumbfounded looking at the rough-crafted and material-saving bicycles in his hand, didn¡¯t know where to startining.

    <em>There are three people! At least give us three bicycles!</em>

    Old White, who had joined them a few minutes ago, smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "The trucks have been sent to transport supplies. It¡¯s already not bad that you have two bicycles, you should be grateful. Many people came here by truck, but they have to use their legs to travel when they go back."

    Unlike the picky Night Ten, Gale didn¡¯t have a problem with the vehicle in hand.

    After all, he rode it to ss every day.

    "Old White, are youing?"

    "Do I look like I can go? You fucking idiot." Old White lifted his clothes up, revealing the bandage on his stomach.

    There were two big patches of blood there.

    Even though it had dried up, it was still shocking to look at!

    Looking at the wound, Night Ten was shocked. "Holy shit, are you alright?!"

    Old Whiteughed. "What can happen in the game? I just need to lie down in the nurturing cabin for a while. Maybe it will bepletely healed by tomorrow."

    At this time, Ample Time suddenly remembered something, looked at him and said. "Speaking of which, Old White, I just wanted to ask, how did you get that first kill?"

    Hearing the question, Old White¡¯s expression suddenly became a little subtle, and he looked away awkwardly. "Uh, if I tell you that I didn¡¯t do anything, would you believe it?"

    Ample Time rolled his eyes at him and threw the question back. "What do you think?"

    ...N?v(el)B\\jnn

    In the experimental base.

    Five trucks drove up the slopes, with the four trucks seized from the marauders, a total of nine vehicles parked in a row in the clearing.

    Under themand of the Deputy Captain of the Guard, yers were carryingrge and small bags of loot, loading them onto trucks happily.

    Cleaning up the battlefield was also part of the campaign.

    Although the captured supplies were mission items and were owned by the shelter collective, those mission items could provide additional war point for all yers participating in the battle during the reward settlement segment after the battle.

    It was also for this reason that yers were so hardworking.

    If it weren¡¯t for the guards watching, these guys might have even moved the desks and chairs in theb!

    Battlefield Cheerleader yelled, "Wait, why aren¡¯t corpses considered loot? Can¡¯t they be used to produce resurrection coins?"

    Darkestined at the side, "That¡¯s really unreasonable!"

    Construction Boy mumbled, "I can help drive the truck, let¡¯s make a few more trips, and make sure that not even a single piece of loot is left for this experimental base!"

    The yers next to the truck chattered loudly.

    Walking over not far from the side, Lu Bei couldn¡¯t help sighing when looking at the boxes of supplies on his truck. "We should be able to have a good new year celebration this year!"

    Nearly 50,000 rounds of ammunition filled dozens ofrge boxes. And there were many bundles of winter coats and beddings.

    15 tons of green wheat, 15 tons of shofar potatoes, enough to fill several trucks!

    It could be seen that it took a lot of time for the marauders to transport those supplies from the rear.

    In addition, there were more than 30 boxes of dried mice, cockroaches, dried mysterious meat, and arge number of nutritional pastes with unknown ingredients.

    However, the administrator did not seem to intend to keep those suspicious foods of unknown origin.

    Those nutrient pastes were poured down the hillside, and dried rats, cockroaches, and dried meat were thrown into the fire to be burned. As much was destroyed as they could.

    The order given by the administrator was to evacuate before 12:00 noon, and take all the supplies that could be used first. As for those that were not needed and inconvenient to take away, they would be destroyed on the spot. yers must make sure that nothing would be left behind to those marauders!

    At this time, Lu Bei suddenly saw a few strange boxes, and when he opened the lid, he was shocked.

 Chapter 201.2: Itâ€™s A Miracle!

    They contained cannonballs!

    "Why are there still cannonballs here?"

    Lu Bei counted them and realized there was quite a number. There were actually more than 50 rounds, and the caliber was not small either. He measured it with his hand, and found that they were about 10 centimeters.

    Surprisingly, he didn¡¯t catch sight of any artillery.

    <em>Did those marauders use them as grenades?</em>

    Standing next to him, the slightly older guard said, "Maybe the artillery is in the back. I heard that the vanguard got here first."

    "Just the vanguard?!" Looking at the shelter residents who were about to evacuate, Lu Bei said nervously, "What if those marauders attack us? Wouldn¡¯t it be too early for us to evacuate now?"

    The slightly older guard continued with a smile. "What are you afraid of? We have dismantled the fuel rods in the reactor and taken their supplies, so what if they snatch the position back? They won¡¯t be able to produce any food."

    ...Next to the construction site where supplies were loaded and unloaded.

    Chu Guang, who was wearing an exoframe, finally saw the 4-meter-longrge lizard in a dirty tent.

    Speaking of which, after traveling to the wastnd for so long, it was the first time Chu Guang had seen a Deathw with his own eyes.

    Moreover, he was looking at it from up close!

    Looking at the beast in front of him, Chu Guang fell into deep thought.

    <em>If you look at it this way...</em>

    <em>Garbage indeed looks a bit like this.</em>

    "Little Seven."

    "Hm¡­ Yes, master, do you have any orders?"

    "Help me take a picture with this Deathw."

    "...?"

    Although confused by its master¡¯s request, Little Seven lowered the drone and took a photo of Chu Guang and the Deathw at the entrance of the tent.

    After the photos were sent to the helmet, Chu Guang admired his appearance for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

    <em>Good. I¡¯ll post this selfie on the official website!</em>

    The next second, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that the Deathw¡¯s eyes had opened at some point, and it was ring at him with a pair of amber pupils.

    Chu Guang, who was being stared at, didn¡¯t panic at all, and calmly pulled out the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer that was on his back. His index finger had already touched the button.

    As if sensing the danger from the hammer, the Deathw lying on the ground instantly became obedient.

    ncing at the metal cor around Deathw¡¯s neck, Chu Guang then looked at the robed old man standing in the tent.

    As Old White mentioned on the forum, that person was obviously different from those marauders in terms of dress and temperament.

    Especially his gray robe with a hood. It gave Chu Guang a feeling that the old man was concealing something.

    Without talking nonsense, Chu Guang got straight to the point. "What¡¯s hanging around its neck?"

    The old man replied softly, "It¡¯s Miracle, sir."

    Chu Guang was slightly dazed, and then red at the old man. "Can you speak in anguage I understand?!"

    The old man exined calmly, "The name of this device is Miracle, sir. If I have to exin it, it allows us to establish psychologicalmunication with mutants." ??

    Through the old man¡¯s determined eyes, Chu Guang could now confirm that the dude probably also didn¡¯t know how to exin how it worked.

    <em>Well, that¡¯s fine. </em>

    It just happened that there were two experts in the shelter, one was proficient in mechanical devices such as imnts, and the other was proficient in biology.

    Chu Guang believed that one of them would be interested in it.

    Putting aside the question about the Deathw for the time being, Chu Guang looked at the old man and asked, "I¡¯ll change the question, who are you?"

    The old man replied in a soft voice, "Apostle of the Torch Church, sir, you can regard me as a neutral third party."

    <em>Torch?</em>

    <em>¡­Church?</em>

    Hearing the familiar word, a strange expression appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face as he looked at the old man in front of him who didn¡¯t seem to understand the situation.

    "You were captured by me in the marauder¡¯s camp, and you have the audacity to tell me that you are a neutral third party?"

    Looking at the stunned old man, Chu Guang continued, "We¡¯ll settle the ount with Torchter. Now, take your stuff and follow me. I¡¯ll take you to where the captives are supposed to go."

    ...

    The day was breaking.

    With the roars of the engines, three pickup trucks welded with steel tes circled around the outside of the experimental base, but in the end they didn¡¯t have the courage to drive up the slope and left towards the north.

    Another few hours passed.

    At noon, three pick-up trucks welded with steel tes came back again.

    In addition to these three trucks, this time, there were more than 200 marauders, who were divided into 20 teams under the leadership of 20 squad leaders, and pressed onto the high ground from the east and west sides at the same time.

    A man with only a tuft of hair on his head, holding the telescope in his hand, looked at the direction of the experimental base, with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth. "Looks like those people have run away."

    His name was Steel Teeth. He was a Company Leader in the Bonechewer n, belonging to Brigade under ck Snake. Moreover, he also worked directly under the family of the current Bonechewer n leader.

    Standing next to him was a man wearing a thick navy blue coat and a blindfold on his left eye. This man was called Kevin. He used to be the squad leader of the Army that belonged to the Expeditionary Force.

    After the defeat of General as, he happened to meet the people of the Bonechewer n while fleeing south.

    Those marauders were very interesting.

    After seeing the navy blue coat on him, they did not attack him, but instead took him in happily.

    Kevin was confused by their actions for a while.

    After all, after the average marauders caught the people from the Army, they would make them into human leather sofas or other things, and show them off as trophies.

    However, those marauders were very pragmatic.

    The incorporated Army deserters were allowed to take up positions such as staff officers and instructors in the Bonechewer n.

    There, Kevin also met many deserters who had no hope of returning home like him.

    Thinking that he had nowhere to go, and he had no other skills to make a living besides fighting, he decided to stay with those marauders.

    Looking at Steel Teeth who was overexcited, Kevin felt that he should warn him, so he coughed lightly and said, "This is not a good sign... Since they chose to withdraw, it means that in their eyes, this ce has lost its original strategic value."

    Hearing this sentence, the excited Steel Teeth¡¯s expression instantly turned gloomy.

    At this moment, his subordinates trotted over and sent him the battle report from the front line.

    As Kevin said, the worst had happened.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    His men recaptured the experimental base with ease, but there was only an empty shell left.

    Those who attacked them not only took away the supplies prepared by their troops, but even dismantled the fuel rods located in the ecological park!

    The only ones left were the 20 or so seriously injured who were left in the lobby of Building 3. They were now lying on the floor dying and groaning in pain.

    <em>These shameless thieves!</em>

    <em>Cowards who fear war!</em>

    <em>And those idiot teammates! They can¡¯t even hold a defensive position for one night!</em>

    Steel Teeth clenched his fists and looked in the direction of the experimental base, anger evident in his eyes.

    Those were the supplies they saved after looting many survivors¡¯ strongholds, and there was even his share among them. But what was more important was that all of this was to pave the way for the main force that was going to arrive soon.

    Kevin understood what was on Steel Teeth¡¯s mind, but he still advised cautiously, "Without supplies, even if we send arge army here, we can only suffer from cold and starvation here... This ce has lost its strategic value, so let¡¯s retreat."

    "I will not forget this!" Steel Teeth squinted his eyes menacingly, and said angrily, "They should be the survivors in this area! We have to get the supplies back!"

    Kevin looked at him, startled.

    <em>Take it back?</em>

    <em>From those lunatics who captured this high ground in just one night?</em>

    <em>Does this guy really know what he¡¯s talking about?!</em>

 Chapter 202.1: Battle Settlement, Permissions for Shelter 117

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Operation Broken Sword (Complete)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission Settlement]</strong>

    <strong>[Base Score: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Loot Score: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Personal Score:</strong> ¡­<strong>]</strong>

    After the battle, the settlement interface of mission rewards and the battle report of the entire battle were sent to each yer¡¯s VM.

    Although there was no direct rtionship between the battle report and the yers¡¯ rewards, Chu Guang still asked Little Seven to send it to the yers, and set up several titles like "The Best Team In Game" and "The Highest K/D Team In Game" ", "The Highest Individual Kills in Game", for yers to use to show off.

    Of course, in Chu Guang¡¯s words, this couldn¡¯t be called showing off, it should be called sharing the joy of victory.

    Among them, group A, which was the feint group, had the highest average score, reaching 300 points, which was equivalent to 300 silver coins and 300 contribution points.Group B, which was put on an assault mission, had a very high upper limit, although the average score was only 280 points.

    Among them, the team led by Spring Water Commander not only took the lead in capturing 8 defensive positions, but also took the lead in taking Building 3. So they had a total score of an astonishing 455 points!

    In their group, the team member Battlefield Cheerleader whopleted the side mission received the highest personal reward of 505 silver coins by virtue of the side mission that rewarded 50 silver coins.

    Of course, the same as the highest upper limit, Group B also had the lowest limit.

    For example, Midnight Pubg¡¯s team; his whole team only cared about shooting the marauders and were scattered everywhere. In the end, some of the team members even found out that they had been following the wrong team. What was even worse that was not only did they not regroup after that, but they simply continued to follow the wrong team. As a result, although they had eliminated two entire teams, they only captured two defense positions; so their final total score was only 242.

    Chu Guang believed that after the battle, these yers who could already be considered veterans should have enough knowledge about the new version of the gamey and the positions they were good at.

    Next time when there was a simr situation, he believed they would be more aware of how to use their strengths and choose positions that suited them the most.

    In terms of the support team that served as the assistant, they had a rtively random score.

    For example, the reconnaissance team led by Ample Time. Because Group B rushed too fast, Night Ten only fired two shots in the whole process. It was only the subsequent reconnaissance mission and the mission to disrupt the march of the marauder reinforcements that allowed them to show a little sense of presence.

    On Mosquito¡¯s side, the scores were also not outstanding.

    Although the shelling circle set by Chu Guang wasrge enough, only 12 out of the 20 rockets hit the target area.

    Among them, there were only 2 pieces that met the standard of a precise strike, and each counted as 10 points. The remaining 10 were barely passable, and each could only be counted as 5 points. ?

    Including the base points and loot points, they only got a total of 252 points.

    However, Mosquito himself was quite satisfied with the result.

    It didn¡¯t matter how much he scored, he was not a Combat Profession yer after all!

    Before the campaign started, he, the main Lifestyle Profession yer, had already earned 20 silver coins from each rocket.

    Since the inventory of rockets in the outpost had beenpletely depleted, and the administrator was very satisfied with the performance of his Tempest 1.0 on the battlefield, the upper limit of rockets in the arsenal had been increased by the administrator from 20 to 100.

    With such a big order, it was enough for him to be busy for some time!

    ...

    On the official website forum.

    They experienced a bted offline peak period due to the battle.

    As the yers on the frontline brought the first-hand battle reports back to the official website, the forum where philosophy and art were being exchanged a second ago became lively in an instant.

    Tail: Damn, my butt hurts, I have to put a cushion on Roro¡¯s back next time! (`-§Õ-£»)©g

    Roshan: Go away, don¡¯te here. QAQ

    Sisi: Oh, Roro is great this time, please keep working hard next time.

    Sideline cking: It¡¯s over! This battle is so freaking exciting!

    Escaping Mole: +1, damn, that idiot Spring was running so fast!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Him? Nonsense. It was me who was rushing in the front, alright? He was the slowest on our team. Wearing an exoframe and dawdling in the back, he could¡¯ve just given that equipment to me.

    Spring Water Commander: Fuck you! I¡¯m an intelligence type yer, and the captain of the group. Was there a problem with my leadership? Also, mine is an exoskeleton! Not an exoframe! It¡¯s not that strong.

    Darkest: So weak. Such a pussy. How are you going to be part of the strongest yers if you act like this! Why don¡¯t you give it to me?

    Spring Water Commander: Go away! (£à§¥¡ä)

    Although he was taunted by his teammates, frankly speaking, Spring Water Commander¡¯s on-the-spotmanding ability was still pretty good.

    In the absence of radio, he could gather his teammates around himself, concentrate his strength and prate the enemy¡¯s front line. In addition, while the other teams were still dawdling at the third and fourth defense positions, they quickly jumped to the sixth attacking point with their team members, helping other teams to get out of the difficult situations. From that, it could be seen that his organizational ability was at least at the B-tier. It might even be considered to be in the A-tier if they were pushing it.

    Even Battlefield Cheerleader who was charging the fastest would also agree with the evaluation.

    It was their team¡¯s outstanding performance that the battle ended so soon. The only regret was that, after failing to intercept marauders before they retreated into the underground ecological park of Building 3, the captive they were supposed to rescue also stole their chances and captured the enemy¡¯smander.

    This kind ofrge-scale team battle was not only satisfying for the yers who participated in the battle, but also for those yers who did not participate in the battle at the rear.

    Especially those newbies who were still moving bricks and trying hard to increase contribution points, levels, and skill proficiency in Novice Vige. All of them were very envious.

    Kakarot: 300 silver coins?! Wtf!

    Magical Girl Baldie: This isn¡¯t fair! Do the devs know how long it took me to make 10 silver coins? Is it appropriate for the battle ie to be so high?

    Elf Wang: Are you envious? Don¡¯t be. Because the price is very high. (Smh)

    Irene: I can testify, Brother Fugui is too miserable. When I collected his body, I searched for the VM for a long time, and finally found that it had rolled down the mountain with his arm. ( ?

    Elf Wang: I suspect you are lying, but I have no evidence.

    Feel The Pain: Wait a minute, why did Make Me also participate in the battle? Isn¡¯t that rat also a newbie?

    Darkest: It can be confirmed now that there¡¯s definitely something shady going on behind the scene!

    The soldier profession was different from other professions. Its entry requirements were even higher than that of the hunter profession.

    Thetter could be qualified as long as the skill proficiency met the requirements or passed the exam, but the former had clear requirements for the yer level and contribution points.

    To be more specific, it was required to be a citizen and obtain a VM to be a qualified blue-coated shelter resident.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    In addition, the yer also needed to reach LV3.

    Because ording to Chu Guang¡¯s observation, most yers would have 1 attribute point allocated to other attributes other than the main attribute when they reached level 3. For example, strength type yers would usually allocate 1 point to their constitution, and agility type yers would allocate 1 point to their strength. This would increase the yer¡¯s battlefield survivability to a higher level.

    If the conditions were not met, the yer could only join the guard as a new recruit and perform some missions such as patrolling. Unless they were mobilized at the highest level, there was basically no chance of being sent to the front.

    Seeing that someone was demanding to nerf him, a newbie, Make Me couldn¡¯t bear it anymore, and typed out hisints with grief and indignation.

    Make Me: I didn¡¯t go to the front line at all, alright! I only helped Mosquito to light a fuse. Damn it! I¡¯m so envious of their mission ie. From tomorrow, I¡¯ll start to farm contribution points!

    Mosquito: No bro, isn¡¯t it fun to help me test weapons? ( ?

    Make Me: You just gave me 2 silver coins! Do you think it¡¯s appropriate?! (Angry)

    Tomato Eggs: I don¡¯t know why, I¡¯m not surprised to hear that number. (Squint eye)

    Irene: +1, it¡¯s Brother Mosquito after all. ( ?

    Neers could stillin enviously on the forum, but those cloud gamers who were not able to get into the game had already given up, falling silentpletely.

    Many of them had been queuing since the promotional video of the Continental Vessel expansion came out, and they had been checking in on the forum every day. But even until now, they still couldn¡¯t get the testing qualification. They could only stay on the forum, praising how awesome the yers¡¯ performance in the game was, or taunting some in-game yers to give up their testing qualifications.

    - Hello!? Does this gamepany still want to make money? It¡¯s been tested for more than two months! Please fast forward to the public beta!

    - 200 versus 150? Doesn¡¯t that mean the total number of people is more than 300? Can the server handle it?

    - We strongly request a new server when the public beta is avable! The first kill titles have all been taken by these alpha testers!

    Just when the official website was very lively, a post by Light suddenly appeared on the forum.

    - Hello everyone, I¡¯m your dearest developer, Light. I¡¯ve been working overtime before, and now I¡¯m finally done.

    - Although I didn¡¯t bring you a new version today, I can report on the progress of our development team!

    - Many yers may have noticed that as the number of yers continues to rise and the situation in the wastnd continues to be in turmoil, the scale and difficulty of the battles are also gradually increasing. At first, we could easily win the battle with just a trench and a fearless charge, but now our opponents have changed from a rabble to a well-trained group. If you want to continue to win the battle, you not only need to rely on individual performance but also pay attention to the cooperation with your teammates.

    - There¡¯s a famous saying that goes like this. <em>People will die if they are killed.</em> This is also true in Wastnd Online. Whether it is ability users or mutant humans, it is impossible for them topletely ignore the hail of bullets. Increasing your attributes can make you one step ahead of others, but it is not enough to make you subvert Darwin¡¯s and Newton¡¯s theories.

    - Our opponents will be stronger and stronger, and this strength will be reflected in various aspects. So how to make yers adapt to the new rules and content of the game is a considerable challenge for our development team.

    - Therefore, in this update of Alpha 0.9, after drawing inspirations from some FPS games with open world design and RPG elements, we have further strengthened the campaign system in the game, and enriched the mission system as well as yers¡¯ tactical choices. How to win the entire battle with your teammates will now depend on your choices on the battlefield.

    - In the current version, we try to let yers take the position of squad leaders. They can lead their teams to capture a strategic point under themand of the campaignmander.

    - In the future version, we will try to let the yers be themanders of the campaign and lead the battles on a scale of 100 people.

    - At the same time, the guild system and mercenary system are also in our follow-up development n. For more details, please look forward to the epic version 1.0!

    ...

 Chapter 202.2: Battle Settlement, Permissions for Shelter 117

    After returning from the front line, it was already past 1:00 in the morning.

    On the way back, Chu Guang took the time to make a post to announce the future update to the yers. After returning, he did not go to see Brown in the neighboring farm and the representatives of the survivors¡¯ settlement in the northern suburbs, but let them rest in the guest rooms on the second floor of the nursing home for one night.

    Moving was no small matter. They also needed some time to think about the things Luca told them.

    Chu Guang understood their feelings at the moment. It felt like choosing the best of two very bad options.

    Many people were destined to be unable to sleep tonight...

    Taking the fuel rods from the ecological park, Chu Guang went to the power room of Shelter 117.

    After unlocking the door through the VM of the previous administrator, Chu Guang inserted the fuel rod the size of a thick forearm into the circr port ording to the instruction manual.

    After leaving the power room, Chu Guang pressed the ignition switch.

    There was no earth-shattering reaction as imagined, and as the temperature and sma density reached a threshold, the reactor started running smoothly.Everything happened as naturally as breathing.

    <strong>[Remaining energy: </strong>36%<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Estimated Lifetime: </strong>115 years<strong>]</strong>

    "How can 36% of the energy be used for so long?" Looking at the text disyed on the console, Chu Guang¡¯s expression was slightly surprised.

    Of course, it was also possible that the reason why it could be used for so long was that the current energy consumption of Shelter 117 was very low.

    If there were a few more people living there, it might be another story.

    Shelter 117 had 50 soilless cultivation units. Its theoretical nting area was the same as Shelter 404. So the nting facilities there could be put to use.

    In addition, Shelter 117 could also be used as a save point for yers to conquer the underground world.

    Chu Guang intended to deploy 10 clone nurturing cabins there first, and then decided whether to increase the number ording to the situations in the future.

    After yers cleared through the subway tunnel from level B3 of Shelter 404 to the ce, the new nurturing cabins obtained after unlocking the new floor or the clone nurturing cabins produced by the ck box could also be dragged here.

    "... If I use this ce as a novice vige for Combat Profession yers, it seems to be a good choice. The subway tunnel is just right outside the gate. yers can get into a battle immediately as soon as they step outside."

    "But I have to prepare some novice-specific weapons for them, as well as a few guards and old yers to serve as novice guides!

    The difficulty of the subway was still higher than that of the surface, and it could still be very dangerous for newbies even if they were in teams.

    Especially when encountering a Creeper¡­ It was very likely that the entire newbie group would be destroyed.

    Even for old yers, without the protection of equipment and the cooperation of teammates, it was not an easy task to take out a Creeper.

    The reactor continued to operate for a while.

    Soon, the light blue pop-up window showing thepletion of the mission appeared in Chu Guang¡¯s field of vision.

    <strong>[Mission Complete]</strong>

    <strong>[You have now obtained the administrative authority of Shelter 117]</strong>

    "So I¡¯m now the administrator of Shelter 117 as well?" Chu Guang looked at his right hand, looked around, and didn¡¯t seem to notice any changes.

    It wasn¡¯t until he yelled, ¡°Turn off the lights,¡± that the whole corridor fell into darkness, and when he finally told the lights to switch on, it did. He gained a more intuitive understanding of the administrative authority of the new shelter. ????

    Like in Shelter 404, he who could control all facilities here was like an omnipotent God!

    "But then again, it is incredible that the system of Shelter 404 can actually issue a mission to take over Shelter 117."

    <em>Speaking of which, since this administrator¡¯s authority, was so powerful, how did the previous administrator of Shelter 117 get overthrown by a few shelter residents?</em>

    Chu Guang felt that if it were him, such a situation definitely wouldn¡¯t happen.

    He would not be soft-hearted.

    As long as there was a sign of rebellion, even if it was just a tiny spark, he would definitely stub it out before it could evolve into a tiny me, much less an inferno that would swallow him whole.

    <em>Toads with three legs are hard to find, but there are many people with two legs.</em>

    <em>Rebelling? Want to run away with resources? If you can get out of this shelter, I will admit defeat! </em>

    <em>I doubt you will be able to step out of the shelter before I take out your oxygen supply.</em>

    <em>s, it¡¯s such a pity. If I could take over this shelter 200 years ago, I would definitely be able to manage it well.</em>

    Of course, Chu Guang was just fantasizing about it in his heart. He didn¡¯t mean to look down on the previous administrator. He knew very well that humans wereplicated animals, and the situation at the time might not be as simple as he thought; it might even be moreplicated than what he had heard from Hyrja.

    He once heard Luo Hua say that there was no identical shelter in the world, so it was understandable that there were differences in the permissions between administrators.

    What really happened twenty years ago, only the dead knew best. In terms of what people said after they died, no one would be able to disprove it.

    After ying with the air conditioner switch for a while, Chu Guang thought for a moment and called out, "Little Seven."

    An energetic voice soon came from the speakers on the side of the corridor, "Yes, Master."

    Chu Guang continued, "If I share the permissions with you, can you take over the control of the shelter?"

    Hearing that its master nned to hand over the new shelter to it, Little Seven responded cheerfully like a child, "Hmmm! Of course, Master, please leave it to Little Seven! Hehe, Little Seven will take care of your new house!"

    <em>Mhm, I like this response.</em>

    Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction, "Mhm, I will leave it to you"

    <em>It is so great to have a secretary. I can just leave the troublesome things to it.</em>

    Chu Guang released an errand mission through VM, and asked the yers on level B3 to go to the nting area to fetch the cotton seeds he ced there.

    Eating wasn¡¯t the only important thing he had to take care of. Clothing was also important.

    Now that there were 800 people in the server, Chu Guang¡¯s yers actually only had a few blue coats and animal skin coats in their wardrobes, and a few could afford silk and beautiful clothes. Even if it was some old yers, they also dressed like savages when they went out hunting.

    <em>It can¡¯t go on like this.</em>

    <em>A civilized person must at least look like a civilized person. Otherwise, they might be regarded as marauders when they head out¡­</em>

    The mission was edited and then posted on the public screen soon after. But it took less than a second for someone to ept it.

    <strong>[Mission has been epted]</strong>

    <strong>[epted By: </strong>Makka Pakka<strong>]</strong>

    When Chu Guang saw the ID, he was slightly stunned.

    <em>My goodness. Is he staring at the VM 24/7 to wait for a mission?</em>

    <em>It is just an errand mission with a reward of 5 silver coins and 10 contribution points¡­</em>

    <em>There is no need to be this hard-working, right?</em>

    ...

    It was around 2:00 to 3:00 in the morning when Chu Guang came back from Shelter 117.

    He returned to his room, yawning. Without saying a word, he went to sleep all the way until 8:00 the next morning.

    At night, he had a weird dream. The ultra rare NPC with silver hair his dream chased after him with arge syringe for drawing blood and constantly screamed, ¡°Give me a little!¡±

    Chu Guang originally didn¡¯t even n to run away, but somehow the person that chased after him suddenly became a mutant human, which woke him up.

    He would¡¯ve slept a little longer otherwise.

    Chu Guang opened his heavy eyelids.

    Before he got up from the bed, he could already feel the dampness permeating his surroundings, and the pain and relief umted under his skin.

    Without even thinking about it, he knew that he leveled up again.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV12¡úLV14<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong>14¡ú15<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong>13¡ú14<strong>]</strong>

    "It actually went up two levels in a row..."

    In the administrator¡¯s office.

    Chu Guang, who used the medical equipment to examine himself, looked at the examination form on theputer screen with surprise written all over his face.

    With 15 points of constitution, in terms of recovery ability, he was almostparable to half a mutant human.

    Aside from agility and slightly weaker perception, he was now a bnced warrior of all stats!

    The only weakness was that he couldn¡¯t be resurrected. So no matter how strong he was, he still had to be cautious all the time.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "The reward points seem to be enough for drawing loot boxes again."

    After confirming the properties panel, Chu Guang opened the Administrator Menu and switched over to his loot box page.

    Seeing that the reward points had umted to 132, Chu Guang used them all up on one advanced loot box, three intermediate loot boxes, and two basic loot boxes without any hesitation.

    "System¡­"

    "... For the sake of my hard work¡­"

    "... It¡¯s not too much to give me an exoframe, right?"

 Chapter 203.1: Why Do You Have So Much When Weâ€™re All Starving?

    In the Bull and Horse Club chat group.

    Mosquito: Strange, where have all the idiot administrators gone? I didn¡¯t see them all day.

    Old White: Ample Time and the others went on a mission. I guess they haven¡¯t been offline yet. Btw, is it really okay for you to say this in front of me? (Smile)

    <strong>- Group member Mosquito retracted a message.</strong>

    Mosquito: WTH! They are still online? Are the characters not tired?

    If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that the characters in the game also needed to sleep, many people would be online 24 hours a day in the game.

    Old White: It seems like they are taking turns to sleep. I just saw Ample Time on the forum.

    Tomato Eggs: Speaking of which, have you seen the post that Light posted on the official website? It seems that version 1.0 is about to release the guild system. Should we start a guild?

    Mosquito: Is there even a need to ask? Absolutely! Combat Profession yers and Life Profession yers from the T0 echelon are all in our group. If we join forces, won¡¯t we be invincible in the world?! (Big Smile)Night Ten: I got a question, is the T0 echelon Lifestyle Profession yer you are talking about yourself? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Mosquito: Yes! Do you have a problem with Goblin Technology? (angry)

    Night Ten: I don¡¯t. Your technology is so powerful that it terrifies me. ( ?

    Tomato Eggs: (nce)

    Old White: Haha, don¡¯t mock Mosquito, some of the gadgets he made are still very strong. If it were me, I might not be able to make them. By the way, Night Ten, why are you offline? Is the mission over?

    Night Ten: Yes, we¡¯re on our way back, and we¡¯re taking turns riding bicycles. I was riding the bike earlier, so now, Gale is now carrying me, while I¡¯m leaning against his back to rest. Quit Smoking hasn¡¯t mastered the knowledge of logging out yet. He is probably still dawdling online. I just washed my face, and after eating, I¡¯ll go online to take over Gale¡¯s shift.

    Earlier, after Old White rejected the invitation to join them, Night Ten called Quit Smoking over.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    The bike produced by Steel nt 81 had arge frame and was more than enough for two people. So four people could take turns to ride the two bicycles.

    Tomato Eggs: By the way, what mission are you doing?

    Night Ten: Reconnaissance! Another group of people came to the north of us. There were about 6 trucks. 5 of them had machine guns and steel tes welded on them. Their equipment is obviously better than the group of people we metst night. Most likely, they are troops led directly by the leader of the Bonechewer n. They went around the experimental base twice before going up. Right now, they must be furious. I think I heard a few gunshots. ( ?

    Old White: Haha, the fuel rods and supplies were all taken away by us, and the ones that couldn¡¯t be taken away were burned. If it were me, I would be pissed off too!

    Mosquito: Don¡¯t change the subject. We were just talking about the guild. We have to think of a cool name, right?

    Night Ten: Isn¡¯t that obvious? ( ?

    Old White: Yep, there¡¯s no need for a question mark at the end of your sentence.?

    The name Bull and Horse Club was about to be an urban legend in Wastnd Online in the gamingmunity.

    It would be too wasteful for the guild to not be called that!

    ...

    "Damn it! So stingy¡­" In the shelter resident lobby, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help cursing when he saw the reward from the loot boxes.

    He didn¡¯t get an exoframe.

    He obtained two lollipops, three healing syringes, and an Active Matter Extractor.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t understand why the Active Matter Extractor was considered a weapon.

    Was it because of its ability to produce Active Matter used to make clones? And clones were considered as consumables ssified under weapons?

    Wouldn¡¯t this categorisation be a bit too far-fetched?!

    Chu Guang felt that if the logic could be established, androids should also be considered weapons.

    After all, it could be used as a human bomb, cannon fodder on the frontline, and could consume the enemy¡¯s physical strength when captured. If that didn¡¯t make them a weapon, then what were they? ??

    <em>So¡­</em>

    <em>Can I get one?</em>

    "Forget it, one more Active Matter Extractor is not that bad."

    When there were only a few dozen yers in the past, there was on average less than one death per week. Now that the number of yers had increased, and the new underground map wasunched, there would be natural downsizing every now and then. In fact, the original Active Matter Extractor has not stopped working since it was turned on, and it has been running at full capacity every day.

    Chu Guang did the math. If he ignored the time for refilling and getting raw materials to throw into the extractor, on average, 1 to 3 units of Active matter could be produced per hour.

    If he used Slime Mold mutants, the recovery speed would be much slower than that of mammals, and the output per hour would be 0.9 to 1.5 units.

    At the same time, factors such as the integrity of the material, moisture content, temperature, degree of decay, and other factors, would have an impact on the amount and speed of recycling.

    After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang made a decision. "The new Active Matter Extractor will be deployed outside level B3."

    This also saved the mutants¡¯ bodies from having to be cut into pieces, packed, and then sent to the surface for further recycling.

    Chu Guang had long regarded Shelter 404 as his home.

    Bringing those bloody things home made him feel a little ufortable.

    ...

    Level B3, Shelter 404.

    Two guards carried a big pitch-ck coffin and walked out through the cog-shaped gate.

    Outside the gate, there was an underground tunnel not marked on the map, which was connected to the Clearspring City subwaywork, and extended outward, with no one knowing where it led to.

    At present, the progress of the yers¡¯ mission in the underground tunnel was about 1km to the north and 800 meters to the south. But due to the existence of a hive in the center of Clearspring City, the mission would be more difficult as yers pushed near the city center; even though it was still quite far away from the city center.

    The construction team at the outpost had built a checkpoint using cement and bricks and sandbags in the tunnel.

    There were two guards on duty in the checkpoint, responsible for issuing missions to the shelter residents, but also preventing these residents from bringing some strange things back to the shelter, or attracting some difficult to deal with mutants.

    Although there had been no idents so far, the administrator had deployed a machine gun and 300 rounds of bullets, as well as a simple 12 kilowatt wood powered generator and four searchlights.

    In addition, there were two Armour Fist Bazookas in the sentry, which were ced in a locked wooden box, and the key was kept by the captain on duty.

    It was like a small bunker in the underground tunnel.

    With this, even if yers ran into a Tyrant, they would be able to hold on for a minute or two for the gate of the shelter to close.

    Carrying the big jet-ck coffin-like item into the checkpoint and cing it next to the wood powered generator, the young guard straightened up and wiped off his sweat.

    Watching the superior pull out a wire from the generator and connect it to this weird-looking device, he couldn¡¯t help but ask curiously. "Sir, what is this box used for?"

    Liu Ding, who pped his hands to remove the dust, nced at the new recruit, grinned and said. "You wouldn¡¯t want to know."

    While they were talking, two shelter residents came over with a pitch-ck Cruncher.

    "We just saw the mission update!"

    "Can the body of the Cruncher be recycled?"

    ncing at the subtitles on the VM, Liu Ding followed the administrator¡¯s instructions, looked at them solemnly and nodded, "Yes, brave warriors, we will leave this device to you."

    With a happy expression, the two yers walked forward happily, opened the cover of the Active Matter Extractor skillfully, and threw the corpse inside.

    They were no longer newbies.

    They could now produce and synthesize their own resurrection coins!

    Wiping the sweat from his forehead, and staring at the Active Matter Extractor that had started working, Elf Wang couldn¡¯t help but ask. "By the way, how many resurrection coins can this thing produce in a day?"

    Escaping Mole replied casually. "I heard that one per hour... But the synthesis efficiency of Crunchers is very low, and the specific output is not clear."

    "Damn! That¡¯s all?"

    "Welp, I heard that mammalian synthesis efficiency will be higher."

    Elf Wang suddenly thought of something and asked, "Say... How many coins can you get from a living person?"

    Escaping Mole nced at him. "I don¡¯t know? Why don¡¯t you get in and try it?"

    "Are you a devil?"

    Liu Ding nced at the VM, but he didn¡¯t see any subtitles written for him. It seemed as though they weren¡¯t talking to him.

    The young guard on the side looked at these warriors with admiration.<em> When will I be as strong and brave as they are, fighting those terrifying mutants alone...</em>

    ...<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    [Announcement: Happy 2025!]

    [Blip: Has only been a short run so far but here¡¯s to longer chapters and funnier interactions!]

    [Little Seven: Hmm... Happy New Year... Those who didn¡¯t wish me a Merry Christmas, I won¡¯t talk to you for 24 hours! Hmph!]

    [Garbage: WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I¡¯M BACK, I¡¯M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!]</blockquote>

 Chapter 203.2: Why Do You Have So Much When Weâ€™re All Starving?

    The east gate of the outpost.

    About 100 meters away from the trench in front of the wall, the members of several tribes were walking towards Linghu Lake in the west with buckets on the snow under the rising sun.

    A new day started with fetching water.

    It was already December, the surface of Linghu Lake had frozen, and people could even run on theke near the shore. Those tribesmen needed to make a hole on the icyke surface to get the fresh water they needed.

    If they were lucky, they might even catch some fish that surfaced to breathe.

    Some time ago, a new tribe of refugees came to settle here, and their tribesmen who had been separated during the journey also found this ce one after another. With more people settling near the output, the originally sparsely popted camp also looked a lot more lively.

    However, although the positions of the two tribes were next to each other and there was only a small road in the middle, they were notpletely integrated to form one vige.

    Even though they were still friendly to each other, and recently, four people from the two tribes even formed two couples, the two sides have tacitly maintained a certain distance, neither too distant nor too close to each other.

    The new patriarch of one of the tribes had inserted a spear at the door of his camp as a symbol of their tribe.Seeing this, Iron Axe Wu followed suit. He found a wooden stake and ced it at the gate of the camp, and then stuck an axe on it.

    Thus, the Frost Spear and Iron Axe tribes were born.

    Carrying rifles on patrol outside the outpost, two guards stopped for a while at the east gate, nced at the camps of the tribes and chatted casually. "Recently, it has be more and more lively around the base."

    "Yes."

    "I heard that among the new recruits from the guards recently, several came from these tribes?"

    "Yes. I remember they are two skinny two young men. I don¡¯t know if they are mature enough. I¡¯m really worried that they will be scared into peeing their pants when they see bullets flying over the trenches."

    Wetting their pants in this damn weather was no joke, it might be life-threatening.

    "Speaking of which, is there going to be a war soon?"

    "Mhm, very likely, I heard from the brothers who came backst night that they had a fight with the Bonechewer n more than ten kilometers away. There were rockets flying in the sky and many people were killed!"

    Speaking of war, although people were worried, none of the boys in the guard was afraid.

    After all, even a powerful enemy like the Army was defeated by them, let alone a group of bloodthirsty barbarians¡­

    They had no doubt that the wise and powerful administrator would lead them to victory, and those hyenas and jackals who dared to show their fangs would be definitely crushed under the hammer of justice!

    Just then, a young guard trotted over from not far away. "The north side needs manpower! Are you free? If you are not busy,e help us."

    The two patrolling guards¡¯ expressions immediately became serious. They clenched the straps of their rifles. "We¡¯re on patrol, what¡¯s going on up north?"

    Seeing the nervous expressions of the two, the young guard immediately smiled and said. "Don¡¯t be nervous, it¡¯s not marauders, it¡¯s to move the spoils! Last night, some of them were transported to Longevity Town, and now a batch has been delivered to the north gate of the wend park. The truck can¡¯t enter the park, so we need to find some strong guys to help with moving and unloading."

    Hearing that, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and rxed their grip on the straps of their rifles. "I¡¯ll notify the warehouse manager, wait here for a moment."

    The mission of transporting goods could only be issued by the warehouse manager. They did not have authority to issue such missions.

    The young guard nodded vigorously. "Mhm, we don¡¯t need a lot of people. 10 is more than enough!"

    In the battlest night, more than 30 tons of grain were seized from the marauders, as well as arge number of weapons, bullets, and even artillery shells!

    Some of the supplies stayed in Longevity Town, while others were towed to the outpost.

    At this moment, in the center of the nursing home, Brown, who had just woken up, kneaded the nose bridge between his eyes and couldn¡¯t help yawning.

    The whole ofst night, the aerial images from the VM kept appearing in his dreams over and over again, causing him to lose sleep.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "Hey, our oldndlord also got up so early."

    Hearing the voiceing from behind, Brown turned his head subconsciously, and saw the person talking to him, his brow furrowed immediately. "You still have such a foul mouth. It¡¯s really hard to imagine how you are able to live to this day."

    Ye Xiao, who was holding his arms, didn¡¯t take those words to heart, and showed a slightly mocking smile on his scared face. "Don¡¯t get me wrong, I wasn¡¯t mocking you. Anyway, let¡¯s talk about serious business. So, have you made up your mind?"

    Brown lifted his chin slightly. "I refuse toment until I hear a specific relocation n."

    <em>Relocation n?</em>

    <em>What kind of n does he need?</em>

    "You¡¯re still that difficult to talk to... I¡¯ll be honest with you, I¡¯m going to move here."

    To his childish remark, Brown sneered and replied indifferently. "Is that your decision? Or is that a decision of those under you?¡±

    Ye Xiao shrugged. "It doesn¡¯t matter, I will convince them."

    "And now are you going to do it?"

    "We are not the opponents of those marauders, and Boulder Town doesn¡¯t care about us. If we don¡¯t unite, we will be defeated one by one."

    Hearing the naive speech, Brown couldn¡¯t help but sneer. "Are you sure that those blue coats will guarantee your safety? Even if they have that ability, can you guarantee that they will not use you as cannon fodder and throw you on the front lines to consume the bullets of those marauders."

    Honestly, Brown had also hoped that the sudden rise of blue coats would solve the troubles that were getting closer and closer to the north; otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have been here.

    But the n he envisaged was that the blue coats would organize a coalition army, appear at their doorsteps when necessary, and deal with the marauder¡¯s attack with them.

    For that, he was willing to pay a small price, whether it was food or something else.

    However, Brown never imagined that the n proposed by those blue coats was to let all of them move in with them.

    That was simply absurd!

    If he really epted the arrangement, he would lose everything he had!

    Even if he had to run, why not run to Boulder Town where it was much safer?

    It was noticeably more civilized there, and their army was stronger!

    Just when the two of them were about to bicker, there was amotion at the north gate.

    Then they saw a group of shelter residents dragging wooden and iron trailers, bringing in bales of grain from outside.

    From their rough estimation, there were about 10 tons of grain.

    It just so happened that Doru walked out of the nursing home at this time, rubbing his eyes shortly after waking up.

    Staring at the grain that was transported to the warehouse one by one from the north gate, his mung bean-sized eyes instantly became the size of coins, and he couldn¡¯t help muttering, "Where did they get so much food from?!"

    Everyone was starving in the winter, but why did they have so much food?!

    "Most likely from the marauders." Stepping out of the door of the nursing home, Du Conglin wearing a hunter hat had a mixed expression on his face.

    The good news was that the group of blue coats was very strong. Judging from these trophies, at least the video they saw wasn¡¯t fake. They did have a fight with those marauders, and they also won!

    However, from the amount of these grains, the marauder force who had their eyes on the northern suburbs of Clearspring City was probably not small!

    Thousands of kilograms of grain were transported to the granary with carts, and those that could not fit could only be piled up in temporary sheds.

    There was so much rations that it had to be transported by truck several times, and it didn¡¯t seem to be prepared for one or two hundred people at all!

    It wasmon knowledge that those marauders didn¡¯t farm, at least not by themselves.

    Being able to gather so much food, there had to be many ruins along the way...

    Coming out of the guest rooms one after another, the representatives from other survivor settlements in the northern suburbs looked at the shelter residents who were busy carrying the loot with different expressions on their faces.

    Some were envious, some were worried, and others didn¡¯t know what to do.

    At this moment, a man wearing an exoframe walked out from the main entrance of the nursing home.

    After removing the visor, Chu Guang looked at the nearest unfamiliar survivor and said in a friendly tone. "How¡¯s your restst night?"

    Hearing the ruler talking to him, Du Conglin from the Morrowind Community said with a cautious expression, "Thank you for your hospitality, I slept soundlyst night."

    "That¡¯s good."

    With a faint smile, Chu Guang paused for a moment, then looked at the representatives of other surrounding survivors¡¯ settlements, and continued. "It just so happens that everyone is here. Pleasee with me."

 Chapter 204.1: Relocation Plan and Reinforcements

    "Is the battle situation so tense now?" Staring at the dark blue exoframe on Chu Guang¡¯s body, Ye Xiao couldn¡¯t help but mutter in a low voice.

    Not understanding what he meant, Du Conglin tilted his head slightly and asked. "What do you mean?"

    "Why did he put this on early in the morning?" ncing at the exoframe, Ye Xiao smacked his lips and said, "If it were me, I wouldn¡¯t wear such a cumbersome thing around the house."

    <em>At most, I would only wear it when I go out.</em>

    Doru, who was walking beside him, couldn¡¯t helpughing. "Haha, do you have one?"

    Ye Xiao red at him, and just when he was about to say something, the administrator¡¯s voice came from the front. "We have arrived."

    The room they had arrived at was the reception room of the outpost. They hade here once yesterday and watched a "movie" at the invitation of Luca.

    After asking everyone to sit down, Chu Guang stood in front of them.

    Because he was wearing an exoframe, he did not sit down with everyone, but chose to stand while speaking. "Regarding the relocation, my subordinates should have conveyed our suggestion to youst night. I would like to know what your thoughts are."The room was quiet for a while.

    After a moment of silence, Brown slowly raised his head and asked, "Is this a negotiation, or an ultimatum?"

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Of course it is the former. Even if you have your own ns, as long as you are not helping our enemies, we will not interfere in any way."

    Of course, there was another meaning to what he said.

    That was, they would also not be responsible for other survivors¡¯ safety, let alone send reinforcements when other survivors were attacked.

    The survivors present exchanged nces, with slightly embarrassed expressions on their faces.

    Seeing the concerns on their faces, Chu Guang continued, "I know you are worried whether you will be treated unfairly by moving in, or whether we will keep our promise to keep you safe."

    "It is human nature to have these worries. My subordinates did not make a promise to you for me out of strict consideration. Here, I promise to you as the administrator of Shelter 404 that whoever relocates to Longevity Town will be fairly protected by us and live with dignity under our rules."

    Hearing these words, the survivors sitting in the reception room whispered to each other.

    Some people had already been moved, and some people were still on the fence, but it was obvious that their attitude had been shaken a little.

    Like Chu Guang said, as outsiders, they were only worried about two things.

    One was whether they would be treated fairly, and the other was whether their own safety would be guaranteed.

    At present, it seemed like there was no need to worry about the first point. These blue coats even took in nomads, so there was no reason to treat them differently.

    As for the second point, there was even less need to worry.

    Although they didn¡¯t have a deeper understanding of these shelter residents¡¯ strength, since there was an exoframe, they were certain that those shelter residents weren¡¯t weak.

    In fact, it was not a bad thing to join a strong force, as long as it was worth it. At least, it was far better for the smaller, decentralized survivor camps that needed to fend off attackers by themselves.

    It was just that the proposal that was friendly to other survivors may not be so good to a certainndlord. The ambiguous expressions on the faces of other survivor representatives around him made Brown feel a little nervous.

    If everyone except yourself epted the olive branch thrown by Shelter 404, would his opinion still matter?

    He could almost foresee what would happen to him.

    Who knows if these blue coats would take the opportunity to settle the matter of him paying the protection fee to Bloodhand n before, and take over his house before the Bonechewer n targeted them.

    No one could guarantee that such a thing would not happen.

    "Will you keep your promise?" Brown said nervously, looking at Chu Guang, "I¡¯ve heard that you invaded Baker Street." Brown regretted it as soon as he said it, but it was toote to take it back.

    The survivors in the room whispered to each other again.

    Not paying attention to those voices, Chu Guang looked at Brown without hesitation, and the moment thetter met his gaze, he avoided his eyes in fear.

    "Invade? If you¡¯ve been there, you wouldn¡¯t say such things."

    "Once our people arrived on Baker Street, the residents of Baker Street volunteered to open the gates to wee us. We ended a leech¡¯s rule and returned the street to their people, allowing them to live under a new order. Now they don¡¯t have to endure the exploitation of the old town mayor, and they don¡¯t have to use their own flesh and blood to try to feed a pack of jackals that can never be satisfied."

    "I prefer to call it a liberation to an invasion."

    The reception room fell silent.

    When they heard the second half of Chu Guang¡¯s words, many of the survivors¡¯ faces were flushed, and they all showed embarrassed expressions.

    <em>Using their own flesh and blood to try to feed a group of jackals that could never be satisfied. Wasn¡¯t he talking about them?</em>

    If it weren¡¯t for the protection fee for Bloodhand n, they wouldn¡¯t have to be so tight on resources this winter.

    "You and your inhabitants are a noble bunch, I never doubted that." Du Conglin looked at Chu Guang and continued with a solemn tone. "The Bonechewer n¡¯s vanguard has arrived at the border of Clearspring City, and the crisis is imminent. The current situation does not allow us to argue with each other any more. We, the Morrowind Community, are willing to ept your proposal, and we are very grateful for your willingness to take us in."

    "Me too," Ye Xiao, who was sitting next to him, also raised his hand, "One hundred residents of Highway Town also have no objection to this!"

    The other survivors also nodded their heads in agreement.

    Brown originally wanted to say something, but in the end he didn¡¯t dare to speak again, holding back the words that had already reached his tongue.

    Only Doru couldn¡¯t help but ask in a low voice, "Can you tell me the specific resettlement n... I mean, in terms of our property allocations."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Of course, that¡¯s what I¡¯m going to say next. I¡¯ll convince you that it¡¯s not a bad thing to ept our cement."

    After saying that, Chu Guang took out a map and drew a circle in the northern part of Linghu Lake and Elm District, enclosing arge area of ?nd.

    "It is ten kilometers from the north of Linghu Lake to Elm District, and the usablend area exceeds 66,600,000 square meters. I have visited this area before. It is rich in fresh water resources and fertile soil, which is a good ce for farming. Although there are variations of mutants like jackals, mutant hyenas, and even Cracklew Crabs, it¡¯s not a big problem, our guys will take care of it for you."

    "I hope you can relocate to Longevity Town, where the garrison and the wall can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent, and in theing year, I will give you some arablend. In addition, the forest farm in Elm District will also be open to you. There is a natural hunting ground, and it is also one of our main sources of meat at present."

    "Your property is still all yours, we will not take any action against it. There are only two things you need to pay attention to, one is to obey ourws, and the other is to use our currency on ournd. If you have any questions, it¡¯s better to ask now.¡±

    Hearing this, Brown immediately asked, "What about ves? ves are part of our property, but yourws don¡¯t seem to allow ves."

    Knowing in advance that someone would ask this question, Chu Guang decisively used the rhetoric he had already thought of. "Shelter 404 advocates equality. We advocate employment and prohibit anyone from enving others in any form. Of course, we will not ask you to give up your ownership of ves for free. You can free them voluntarily or sell them to us. Here, a young adult from 16 to 35 years old can be exchanged for 3,000 square meters of arablend, and the rest can all be exchanged for 1,800 square meters ofnd.¡±

    "They will be incorporated into the pioneering team as semi-free workers, ept the transformation of their minds throughbor together with our captives, and reintegrate into our society as free people after a period of time."

    It was not realistic to expect these wastnders to understand the benefits of the employment system and voluntarily release ves. They neither had the ideological awareness, nor was there a realistic foundation in the wastnd.

    Swapping ves fornd was a good idea.

    That was the method that Chu Guang summed up from practice when dealing with refugee issues.

    Some refugees who held ves had also resisted handing them over in the past. They would rather kill them than to let them go, but when they learned that the ves could be exchanged fornd, they immediately handed over the tethered ves with joy on their faces.

    With thend, they could settle down, and once they settled down, they could get rid of their status as refugees and no longer had to live a precarious life of wandering.

    As for Chu Guang¡¯s side, he happened to have arge area of ?nd waiting for people to farm. It was not a problem to give them somend. Not to mention that it could also reduce his workload.

    After those refugees hadnd, they would immediately change from a time bomb that endangered order to a shield that maintained order.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Of course, when ites to thend issue, Chu Guang did not take the initiative to discuss the tax he had nned out.

 Chapter 204.2: Relocation Plan and Reinforcements

    It was only the early stage of the rebuilding of civilization. He needed people to make the cake bigger. It was meaningless to collect one or two silver coins. Anyway, the money in their hands was distributed by him and it was better to let them flow into the market and drive the development of the economy.

    When Longevity Town developed, the farnd outside the stronghold was saturated, and the originally worthlessnd became valuable. When that happens, tax collection would be the next step.

    After listening to Chu Guang¡¯s answer, Brown made a silent calction in his heart.

    ves were not valuable, and in winter they were evenpletely useless assets. If he didn¡¯t want them to freeze to death or starve to death, they had to spend food and fuel to support them.

    He had more than 20 ves, and if all of them were reced bynd, he could get more than 3600 square meters ofnd.

    This arablend may be a little less than thend he owned at the moment, but the administrator¡¯s attitude towards thend gave him a glimmer of hope.

    The location of his farm was actually not very good. It was too close to the city, and the cost ofnd remation was too high. He had not expanded the nting area for many years.

    If he could buy some morend from the administrator, he might have a bigger farm than the one he currently had.

    Of course, that was not without risk.No one had really dealt with this group of blue coats, and no one could guarantee that they would obey the rules and would not break their promises after taking over their properties.

    Brown weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

    At this time, Ye Xiao from Highway Town asked, "What about weapons? Do we need to hand them in too?"

    Chu Guang replied. "Guns are banned in settlements, but there are no restrictions outside the settlements. Private armed forces who stay in our jurisdiction for a long time need to be registered, and their businesses and tasks mustply with ourws. Apart from these, there are no other restrictions."

    None of the survivors in the room spoke.

    These conditions may sound harsh, but at least they would be able to survive.

    Seeing that no one was talking, Chu Guang continued, "If there are no more questions, then that¡¯s all the dos and don¡¯ts for the relocation."

    "We will provide you with a Resident Handbookter, which contains all the things you need to be aware of in our settlement, you can understand it as ourw."

    ¡°In addition, I hope that the relocation work can start as soon as possible. ording to the information sent by our investigation team from the front line, the reinforcements of the Bonechewer n have arrived in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and are now about 16 kilometers northeast of us. Will they do something irrational after they discover that their supplies were either taken away or destroyed by us? We don¡¯t know."

    Noticing that the expressions of several survivors changed slightly, and they became restless, Chu Guang continued. "I¡¯m not sure if any of you live around there, and if so, you¡¯d better tell them to leave as soon as possible¡­"

    Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the reception room.

    A few momentster, someone knocked on the door.

    After getting permission, a guard walked quickly into the room, gave Chu Guang a military salute, and reported with a serious expression, "Sir, ording to the report from Longevity Town, we saw a lot of smoke in the northeast direction... It seems that something is burning!"

    Hearing this sentence, Chu Guang was dazed.

    <em>What the heck?</em>

    <em>Did I jinx it?!</em>

    With an ominous premonition in his heart, Chu Guang said immediately. "Can you determine the exact location?"

    "Captain Wrench has sent someone over there to check things out. We can only specte about the approximate location..."

    At Chu Guang¡¯s instruction, the guard stepped forward, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and drew a circle on it with charcoal.

    Looking at the circled location, Ye Xiao, who was closest to the map, was slightly taken aback, and blurted out subconsciously. "Winter Willow Camp?"

    This was the first time Chu Guang had heard that term.

    However, judging from the reactions of other survivors around, they were obviously no strangers to this ce, and they all looked at the skinny man sitting in the corner. ?

    Chu Guang also looked at the man.

    That person¡¯s sense of presence was very low; from the beginning of the relocation work meeting to the present, he had not said a single word during the whole process.

    The sudden bad news made his face turn pale like the snow on the ground outside. His lips trembled uncontrobly, and his dted pupils were filled with fear.

    "No, this can¡¯t be real!"

    ...n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    In the open field northeast of the outpost..

    Two heavy bicycles were struggling to move forward on the snowy ground.

    In some ces where the snow was not very deep, things were still fine; they could at least slide forward with the bicycles with the help of their legs. But in the kind of snow where even the wheels were buried, they could only get off the bicycles and push them forward.

    "Bicycles are useless in this damn weather, why don¡¯t they give us a few sleds?!" Night Ten couldn¡¯t helpining as he stepped down hard on the pedals.

    Gale, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the VM screen and asked casually, "Do you know how to sled?"

    "No! But I can learn!"

    Ample Time, who was sitting behind Quit Smoking, was also refreshing his VM, casually interjected, "I know a little bit. But it¡¯s still a bit difficult to sled in this terrain unless you have two huskies running in front."

    Night Ten nced at him. "What the heck, howe you know a little bit of everything?"

    Ample Time thought for a while and said. "Emmm... Maybe it¡¯s because I have too much free time?"

    The north wind howled past them, making them feel very sleepy.

    Yawning uncontrobly, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help feeling dissatisfied. "This game is too realistic... Our characters in the game can actually get sleepy."

    Gale, who was sitting in the back, nodded. "<em>Mhm</em>, it¡¯s really ridiculous. I already have the fatigue debuff, but the 5% debuff effect is not obvious... Wait, it seems that a new mission has been triggered."

    Upon hearing the new mission, Night Ten, who had not been sluggish a second ago, suddenly regained his spirits. "Mission?!"

    Ample Time, who was also staring at the VM screen, responded. "I also received a mission¡­ The mission wants us to go to Winter Willow Camp, one kilometer away, to support the survivors there, preventing marauders from getting supplies from the local areas, and buying time for reinforcements to arrive."

    <em>Winter Willow Camp?</em>

    <em>What the hell is that ce?</em>

    Ample Time dragged the map with his index finger and found a green tent icon on the map.

    The icon was in a forest that no yer had explored before, so they didn¡¯t know anything about what was going on there. However, judging from the pre-war map, it should be a forest park or something, with a ranger¡¯s hut and a tourist rest stop.

    It was a ce where birds wouldn¡¯t bother shitting.

    Gale touched the bridge of his nose and said calmly, "... Additionally, the number of enemy is unknown, it is best to be prepared to encounter elite monsters or even trigger a boss battle. Fortunately, the battlefield is in the forest, which is half of our home field."

    Originally, Quit Smoking, who was pedaling on the bicycle, was huffing and puffing. He didn¡¯t have any spare energy to chat with them. But the next moment, he couldn¡¯t help asking breathlessly, "Brothers, just give me a direction, do you want me to turn around?"

    Staring at the VM screen and thinking for a moment, Ample Time said. "No, just keep going. I will tell you in advance where you need to turn right... Tsk, this mission actually has a time limit."

    They were in the middle of dense forestry, and its terrain was undting. So it would be difficult to find a suitable sniper point. The terrain on its west side was rtively high, but it would take some time to get around.

    Ample Time had a rough n in mind.

    Gale tapped Night Ten¡¯s shoulder and urged. "The mission will end after 30 minutes, so hurry up. Can¡¯t you learn from Quit Smoking?"

    Night Ten snapped instantly, "Screw you! I¡¯m a perception type! How can youpare me to a constitution type?!"

    Looking at the expanse of white snow in front of him, Ample Time sighed silently in his heart. "It would be great if we had a motorcycle."

    Thinking about it carefully, the road conditions on the wastnd might not be great for four-wheeled vehicles, but it wouldn¡¯t be a problem for a two-wheeled motorcycle! It could even be used as a snowmobile in winter after some simple modification.

    The only pity was that the difficulty of making an engine was a little high.

    He could only hope that Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot from Steel nt 81 would be able to create some miracles!

    "There¡¯s a lot of smoke in the front!" Quit Smoking suddenly shouted, "Do you want me to turn around?"

    "I can see it with my eyes! So stop shouting and lower your voice!" Ample Time growled and took thepound bow off his back.

    While he was talking, there was a faint sound of gunfireing from the forest not far from them.

    Ample Time spoke decisively, "Stop."

    "Gale and Night Ten go to the high slope on the west side. Quit Smoking, follow me and release the safety on your gun, but remember not to pull the trigger identally!"

    "It¡¯s very likely that we will engage with the enemy within 700 meters, so we will walk the rest of the way!"

 Chapter 205.1: Fierce Battle of Winter Willow Camp

    About twenty marauders, led by two squad leaders, took advantage of the thick fog in the forest in the early morning, split up into two groups, and surrounded Winter Willow Camp.

    Without any warning, gunshots rang through the skies!

    As soon as the old guard at the gate of the vige was shot dead, five Molotov Cocktails were thrown toward the vige and smashed onto the wooden fence and the houses near the gate of the vige, officially kicking off the looting as fire lit up the entire vige.

    Those marauders were wearing coats made from hyena skin on their bodies, essories made of human bones and tusks around their necks, and holding Ripper rifles with bays.

    The terrified screams came one after another, and the cruelughter and gunshots never stopped, turning the ce into purgatory on earth.

    After the fierce fire engulfed the wall of the vige, it continued to spread rapidly from north to south. No one in the vige knew exactly how many people were attacking them as their views werepletely blocked by the raging fire and thick smoke.

    Men and women ran out of the vige desperately. In the panic, people fell from time to time and were caught up by the marauders who were chasing them.

    Those that were worth being kept as prisoners would be beaten, tied up, and then thrown on the side of the road. Those that were not would be cut in the neck or stabbed in the back and executed on the spot.

    At first, some people still tried to resist. They took up shotguns and bows, and fought back bravely; some even had the idea of fighting those marauders to death. They even charged at those marauders with the axes that were used to chop down trees.The harsh reality, however, was that almost all their struggle was in vain.

    Fighting with cold weapons, those survivors were no match for marauders in terms of skills and equipment.

    The hunters who picked up the guns and resisted were only able to fire a few shots before being suppressed by the dense bullets flying at them behind the covers, forcing them into a position where they were unable to fight back. In the end, they were either shot dead in the street when they retreated or were chased down and stabbed by countless bays.

    Actually, the survivors of Winter Willow Camp were not weak.

    But unfortunately, they ran into the Bonechewer n.

    These people were nothing like the marauders they¡¯d encountered before!

    They were not only well-equipped, but also well-trained.

    They would fire cover shots for theirrades when they advanced, and they knew when to group up and when to split up as they charged.

    Even if they had already broken into the stronghold, they did not scatter around, but swept around and eliminated the resistance forces in the vige in an organized manner. Only when everything was clear did they split up and surround the fleeing survivors, pushing them to the northwest corner of the vige.

    There stood a mud wall, and it was the thickest part in the whole vige.

    The house next to it was far away, and there was no ce to step on. The survivors who were driven there were likembs going to a ughter, and could only be at those marauders¡¯ mercy.

    With a skull the size of a fist hanging from his neck, the man with a protruding jaw, carrying an automatic rifle wrapped in tape, fired two shots into the sky. He then yelled fiercely at the panic-stricken survivors, "Put your hands on the back of your heads and kneel on the ground! If I see any movements, I¡¯ll smash your skulls with the butt of my gun!" ??

    His name was Yu, and he was the squad leader under Steel Teeth. He had been instructed to join another squad leader named Iron Knee to lead his troops to the nearby area to search for supplies.

    ncing over the vigers, Yu¡¯s gaze stopped at a few women who were pretty good-looking.

    A glint of greed shed in his eyes, but he calmed down quickly. He cursed and turned to signal his men to search for supplies.

    "Hurry up! Take away all the valuables and food, and burn the rest!"

    "Don¡¯t fucking dawdle!"

    "If you want to have fun, wait until you return to the base. You will have plenty of time when the timees.

    The supplies prepared for the main force were snatched away by a group of unidentified survivors, but their leader did not intend to give up. He decided to loot food, cotton coats, and fuel they needed from nearby survivor settlements.

    Before setting off, the staff officer in the navy blue coat especially warned them not to spend too much time attacking one settlement, let alone waste time messing around.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

    If it weren¡¯t for the prestige of the officer, Yu definitely wouldn¡¯t leave so easily, and he would definitely take his brothers to have fun.

    Within the Bonechewer n, those who wore navy blue coats were of high rank.

    Thanks to them, those marauders were now almost invincible, not only taking out their enemies but sweeping across the entire central region, with few survivor settlements able to stop them.

    The culture of marauders was the worship of the strong. Anyone who was able to help them obtain more ves and treasures would be their alpha wolf!

    Even his superior Steel Teeth respected that staff officer, so Yu didn¡¯t want to offend that man in any way, lest his superior use him to set an example.

    He knew exactly what the nature of his superior was, be it dealing with the enemy or his own men, he would never be soft-hearted.

    More than 20 seriously injuredpanions found this morning had all been ordered to be killed. Yu still remembered what his superior said when he ordered for them to be disposed of.

    "They¡¯re just burdens. They¡¯re not worthy of life!"

    The vigers were taken to the well in the center of the vige where the Vige Square was.

    Food, clothing, tools... All the valuable loot found from the house were thrown into the open space to be piled up.

    Two marauders stepped forward, pushed those vigers with bays under their guns, and divided the vigers into two groups ording to how useful they were.

    They would kill a group of people who couldn¡¯t move to be used as their meat reserve. THey would then let the remaining people carry their spoils and follow them back to the stronghold.

    There, a cruel hell was waiting for them...

    Seeing a marauder carrying a bag of shofar potatoes from his own house, an old man kneeling on the ground suddenly crawled forward desperately, hugging the marauder¡¯s calf and begging bitterly, "That¡¯s thest bit of food in our family, please... At least leave us a little."

    The marauder was stunned for a moment, not expecting the old man to have the courage to resist. But a momentter, he grinned menacingly and knocked the old man to the ground with the butt of his gun. "Get lost, you old fuck!"

    <em>Leave a little?</em>

    <em>You better think about how to remain alive first¡­</em>

    With a bang, the old man fell into the snow, blood seeping from his head.

    The marauder then grabbed his cor with one hand, dragged him from the middle of the road to one side, and threw his clothes among the loot after stripping them off the old man.

    Everyone fell silent.

    The ferocity of those marauders made their limbs tremble; no one dared to speak up and resist.

    Blood seeped from the entrance of the vige all the way to the well in the center of the vige, and also to the depths of vigers¡¯ hearts.

    <em>These people are devils!</em>

    Looking at his grandfather who was lying in the corner motionless, the boy tightly covered the mouth of his little sister who wanted to scream, and red at the man who killed his grandfather with hatred in his eyes.

    Seemingly noticing the boy¡¯s gaze, the marauder nced at him with interest. As if he had found something interesting, he walked in front of him. "Is that old fuck your father?"

    The boy didn¡¯t speak. He simply just red at the marauder.

    The marauder squinted his eyes, and suddenly noticed the girl in his arms, a trace of evil shed in his eyes.

    As if thinking of something fun, he pulled out a rusty dagger from the edge of his boot, threw it in front of the boy, and said in a teasing tone. "I¡¯m giving you a chance. If you win, I¡¯ll let you go. If you lose, she belongs to me."

    The neighbor kneeling next to him hurriedly pulled the boy and pleaded. "He¡¯s still a kid¡­ Please spare him."

    "Was I speaking to you?" The marauder pulled the bolt impatiently.

    However, before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, he felt as if he had been hit by something, and a string of blood mist burst out from his back.

    <em>Bang!</em>

    The thunder-like gunshot came from afar, echoing in the forest.

    The blood burst out of the marauder¡¯s chest and sttered the faces of the surrounding survivors. Panicked, some people got on the ground, some fled into the buildings, and some hid behind cover.

    The surrounding marauders didn¡¯t have time to stop them, their faces were also full of panic, and they all looked around and opened fire at the slope outside the vige.

    However, they chose the wrong direction, and the bullets they firednded on the snowdrifts about 100 meters away from Night Ten and Gale.

    Seeing that no one was watching him, the boy suddenly picked up the rusty dagger on the ground, jumped on top of the marauder, who was shot in the chest like a rabbit, and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest like a madman.

    The marauder was still twitching at first, struggling and trying to dodge, until the blood poured out from his nose and mouth, his eyes lost focus, and hepletely stopped moving.

    Not far away, one marauder noticed what the young boy was doing. He immediately raised his rifle angrily and fired at the young boy.

    Amidst the chaos, bullets whooshed through the air and disappeared behind the boy. The boy rolled over to the right side of the corpse, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

    "Fuck it, I can¡¯t take it anymore!"

    Everything else in the game was pretty good, but sometimes it was unnecessarily realistic.

    Night Ten cursed as he pulled the bolt, aiming at the marauder who was firing at the boy, and pulling the trigger again.

    <em>Bang!</em>

    This time it was a headshot!

    The marauder, whose head was sted to pieces, fell silently into the snowdrift beside the stone well.

    "It¡¯s okay, Ample Time and Quit Smoking have also arrived... So it doesn¡¯t really matter if youunched the attack a second earlier." After taking a deep breath, Gale calmly held the binocrs before his eyes. After searching the vige for a while, he quickly focused on the man whose jaw was protruding. "Look at your 2:00, do you see the shack with the red cloth hanging on it? The man next to it has a skull hanging on his chest. He looks like the leader of this group of marauders."

    "I saw him."

    "Kill him¡­" Just as he was speaking, Gale suddenly saw the man looking straight at him.

    At the moment their gazes met, the man suddenly pounced to the side like a leopard.

    <em>Bang!</em>

    A gunshot rang out. The bullet hit the snowdrift, kicking up the snow from the ground.

    Bewildered, Night Ten, who was pulling the bolt, looked away from the scope. He couldn¡¯t believe that the man managed to dodge his shot.

    "What the heck? What happened?"

    "We¡¯re on the west side..." Gale looked up at the rising sun in the east, with a solemn expression, "I¡¯m too careless."

    The west side was on a high slope, but it was also facing the sun!

    Now that the sun had risen and the morning fog had dissipated, most likely, the reflection of the sniper scope exposed their position!

    Of course, Gale also had a sneaking suspicion that things weren¡¯t so simple.

    The man¡¯s perception and reaction speed were fast enough to shock him.

    At this time, Gale suddenly remembered Bear who had been taken out by the administrator with a hammer during the previous decisive battle with Bloodhand n.

    <em>Is he...</em>

    <em>Is he an ability user!?</em>

 Chapter 205.2: Fierce Battle of Winter Willow Camp

    Night Ten didn¡¯t stop after missing the shot. He immediately adjusted the gun to aim at the next target, and shot and killed the marauder lying beside the well.

    "3!"

    <em>If I can¡¯t kill that leader, it¡¯s not bad to kill some of his men.</em>

    However, just at that moment, several bullets flew over their heads.

    Although they weren¡¯t hit, Night Ten and Gale had to retreat to the back of the slope.

    "Damn it! They have really strong firepower¡­¡± Night Ten cursed.

    "..." Gale didn¡¯t speak. He silently took a wooden-handled grenade from his waist, carefully reached out of the cover, picked up the binocrs to search in the vige, and quickly locked the source of bullets that were fired at them.

    The man held an automatic rifle in his hand, with a bipod hanging from the barrel and a disc-shaped magazine.

    <em>My goodness.</em><em>A squad automatic weapon modified from an automatic rifle?</em>

    "A distance of 250 meters, time to explosion is 6 seconds. The initial velocity of the throw needs to be more than 41 m/s... No, it needs to be faster." Gale said quietly in his mouth and calcted silently.

    Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to throw a projectile that far, and it was even less likely for a grenade to reach the same initial velocity as a javelin.

    <em>But¡­</em>

    His right hand was not an ordinary right hand!

    What he was going to throw was no ordinary javelin either.

    It wasparable to the speed of a cannonball!

    Raising his arm and swinging it forcefully, the grenade was released from Gale¡¯s hand, drawing a parab and smashing towards the vige.

    The bullets from the machine gun quickly rained down at him and forced him toy down again. However, as a loud explosion came from far away, the ferocious firepower was directed into the skies as it swept across the treetops. The next second, it stopped abruptly.

    The snow falling from the treetops buried both of them.

    Night Ten shook his head, got out of the snowdrift, and said excitedly while steadying his sniper rifle again. "Holy cow, brother. That¡¯s more than 200 meters! You are just like a human mortar!"

    Even movies wouldn¡¯t dare to shoot ridiculous scenes like that!

    Picking up the binocrs again to observe what was happening in the distance, Gale replied casually with an expressionless face. "I can adjust my strength of my right hand¡­ It¡¯s pretty good once you get used to it."

    "Awesome! But what are you going to do if you drop your equipment? Will you be ufortable with your old hand¡­"

    "Hush!"

    Their location had been exposed when the leader dodged their shot earlier, and logically, they should have been moving to a new position.

    However, they were in a forest environment, and only a slope on the west side could provide an overview of the vige. Even if they could move to another location, there would be no better sniping point than the spot they were currently at.

    Besides, Ample Time and Quit Smoking had already sneaked to the east gate of the vige. That was when they needed support the most!

    Perfectly on cue, Quit Smoking held a Sickle assault rifle in his hand and took the lead to rush in through the gate. He charged forward with the support of Ample Time¡¯s arrows.

    Night Ten, who had rearranged the position of his sniper rifle, pulled the trigger quickly, taking out a rifleman who was targeting the two of them. He provided amazing cover fire as they pushed deeper.

    The simultaneous attack caught the marauders in the vige by surprise.

    In just 5 minutes of fighting, the group of more than 20 marauders had already lost 40% of their men.

    The remaining marauders could only hide in the buildings, relying on covers and obstacles to avoid the deadly bullets of the sniper rifle, and stand in a stalemate with uninvited guests who entered the vige.

    Their morale started to shake!

    "I feel like we can take them out just by ourselves!" Night Ten said excitedly, pulling the bolt, "We don¡¯t need reinforcements at all!"

    "Don¡¯t be careless, and keep an eye on your target..." Before he finished speaking, Gale suddenly saw a red signal re rising from the vige into the sky.

    An unpleasant feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

    "It¡¯s time for us to move."

    "Move?"

    Night Ten was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was really necessary. Those people had been forced to hide in the building by them and didn¡¯t dare to move. What else could they do?

    However, the next moment, the roars of the engine came from a distance.

    Gale was startled, and immediately held the binocrs before his eyes to look in the direction where the engine sound came from.

    There, he saw two trucks stopped at the edge of the forest on their north side, about 500 or 600 meters away.

    About 40 people jumped out of the trucks and splitted up into four teams, advancing rapidly from north to south. Their current position was exactly on the route of those on the hill!

    Also noticing the situation in the north, Night Ten¡¯s expression changed instantly. "Fuck... this is bad."

    Forty people! They would not be able to fight off so many people at all!

    Gale¡¯s expression was pretty dim as well. "Can you hit them?"

    Night Ten swallowed nervously, "I can hit¡­ Hit my ass! I don¡¯t even have forty bullets!"

    Not to mention that it was extremely difficult to hit a moving target, even if each shot was a headshot, he still wouldn¡¯t be able to take out so many people!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    After hearing Night Ten¡¯s answer, Gale only took a second to make the decision. "Then, there¡¯s no other way but to withdraw!"

    While the rewards of the mission were tempting, the strength of the enemy had gone beyond the scope they could handle.

    If they withdrew, they would only waste some ammunition. But if they continued to fight, they might lose their equipment.

    However, almost at the same time as he made his decision, the VM on his arm suddenly vibrated.

    A line of notifications appeared.

    <strong>[Mission:</strong> Reinforce Winter Willow Camp (Complete)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission (new): </strong>Cooperate with your reinforcements to defeat the marauders! (In Progress)<strong>]</strong>

    Gale was dazed for a moment before ecstasy emerged on his face.

    He looked up suddenly to the south, noticing that in the forest, the outlines of dozens of figures had already emerged from the forest!

    Night Ten, who was lying on the ground, also saw the situation in the distance, and shouted out, overjoyed. "It¡¯s our guys! Our reinforcements are here!"

    Before he finished speaking, the sound of battle had already rang out in the distance along with the signal to charge.

    "Brothers, charge!"

    "Go, go, go!"

    "Die!"

    ¡°Demacia!¡±

    The earth-shattering shouts swept from the south to the north, as if thousands of troops were rushing in the forest.

    Before the yers arrived, their overwhelming aura had already frightened the marauders in the vige to the point that their courage hadpletely shattered, and they were sweating profusely.

    A drop of sweat fell from Yu¡¯s forehead.

    Being pinned by the sniper rifle in the wooden house, he didn¡¯t dare to poke his head out, and he didn¡¯t know how long it would take for reinforcements toe.

    He only knew one thing, and that was if they didn¡¯t withdraw, he and his brothers would die miserably!

    "Let¡¯s retreat! From those battle cries, there are at least a hundred people!" Iron Knee, who was hiding in another log cabin, yelled at him.

    Reaching a consensus with another squad leader, Yu immediately made a decision and shouted loudly, "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

    In Winter Willow Camp.

    The marauders couldn¡¯t hold on any longer. They left their covers and woundedpanions, fled from the upied cabins and sheds, and escaped to the north.

    The gunfire faded away.

    The survivors who were hiding in the cabs, under the beds, and in the ruins, came out of the hiding spots.

    Looking at the destroyed vige and the corpses scattered on the ground, their faces had a nk expression. But soon someone began to cry, or silently knelt on the ground.

    It was not so much despair as it was numbness.

    No one knew how to face what had happened, and no one knew what to do next.

    The boy found his little sister, patted her on the back of the head, and muttered something tofort her.

    Ma Zhanqiu, the vige chief of Winter Willow Camp, found his eldest son who was shot dead by the marauders on the street leading to the north gate.

    He was holding a shotgun in his hand, his eyes were wide open, and there were still two unloaded bullets in his hand.

    The old man¡¯s Adam¡¯s Apple moved a few times, but eventually, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

    Ample Time, who was carrying a mechanicalpound bow, and Quit Smoking, who was carrying a rifle, walked out from the side of the street.

    Looking at the messy and tragic state of the vige, Quit Smoking swallowed and said "Is this game always so realistic?..."

    "It¡¯s always been, and before you came, we¡¯ve seen worse. Fortunately, there are emotion dulling filters, and taking off the helmet is like waking up from a lucid dream. The parts of the dream that make your brain feel ufortable will be blurred out, so you don¡¯t need to worry," Ample Time patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder and said, "Just get used to it."

    If he couldn¡¯t get used to it, there were easier ways to y this game.

    For example, fishing, hunting, and mushroom picking.

    This game did not stipte how yers had to y. In fact, the gamepany had been encouraging yers to find their own style that fit within the rules.

    Quit Smoking nodded nkly.

    <em>Indeed¡­</em>

    If it was in reality, even if he wouldn¡¯t be scared to the point that he would pee his pants at this moment, he would definitely be scared silly. There was no way he would still be able to talk andugh with his teammate like this.

    After all, no matter how bloody the game he yed, he was still an ordinary person.

    But at the end of the day, yers¡¯ bodies in the game were not the same as the ones in reality.

    If their bodies in the game were as weak as in reality, who would still be able to enjoy the game?

    Just take his body, which was enfeebled by tobo and alcohol in reality, as an example, he would have to gasp for air after running 20 to 30 meters, not to mention charging while holding a rifle.

    With his physical condition, any scavengers would be able to kick his ass...

 Chapter 206.1: Brother Spring Water, Where Are We Feeding Today?

    The sound of gunfire in the distance continued for some time.

    After leaving a total of 7 dead bodies and 3 wounded people who could not be taken away, the marauders retreated in a hurry back to their trucks.

    The machine guns on the top of the two trucks raked the forest, and another patrolling pickup truck with a machine gun on top in the distance also drove over to assist them, covering their retreat while firing into the forest.

    The yers did not chase out of the forest.

    Their transportation tool was on the south side,pletely opposite to where they were.

    Out of the forest was a gentle slope. Without fast and motorized transportation, it was impossible to chase down those trucks on foot.

    "Damn it, those fuckers are running really fast!" Carrying an Armor Fist Bazooka, Battlefield Cheerleader looked at the distant snowy cloud. After aiming for a while, he finally put the rocketuncher down with a sigh.

    At a distance of 200 to 300 meters and a speed of more than 30 miles per hour¡­ It would be really difficult to hit without using cheats.

    Thinking that taking out a truck would get him 100 war points, he couldn¡¯t help but smack his lips.<em>What a pity!</em>

    <em>If only we could arrive a little earlier just now!</em>

    Spring Water Commander came from behind and patted him on the shoulder. "It¡¯s already very good, our mission is just to drive the enemy away. So it was alreadypleted the moment they started to retreat. As for the secondary goal, it depends on whether our enemy is stupid or not. But those AIs are quite smart. They actually turned around and ran away when they found out that the situation was not right."

    To be honest, it was a bit cowardly, but it was also very realistic.

    A battle between the two sides in this kind of terrain could easily turn into a stalemate, and at that time the oue of the battles wouldpletely depend on who had quicker reinforcements.

    At the end of the day, they were still in Clearspring City.

    In the case of not knowing the strength of the opponent, it was reasonable for themander of the opponent to make the most prudent choice based on the limited information.

    However, that was not like the style that those marauders should have.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Spring Water Commander thought silently in his heart and gave an evaluation to these marauders.

    <em>These monsters are not easy to deal with!</em>

    Meanwhile...

    The captain of the guard d in an exoskeleton, walked to the center of Winter Willow Camp and found the vige chief there.

    Looking at the wrinkled old man, he said in a serious tone, "... The people that attacked you were the marauders from the Bonechewer n. They have recently expanded from the middle of the River Valley Province to the south, and while we had the upper hand this time, I¡¯m not sure if they wille back."

    Looking around, Wrench continued, "I¡¯m sorry this happened, we¡¯ve done our best."

    The vigers had dragged the corpses of their fellow vigers to the square. Roughly counted, there were at least twenty of them.

    Many of them died in a tragic and shocking way, making Wrench frown.

    <em>What a bunch of animals!</em>

    He couldn¡¯t imagine what would happen if he had arrived a few minutester.

    "Sir, please don¡¯t say that," Ma Zhanqiu shook his head and said, "If it weren¡¯t for you... our fate would¡¯ve been even worse."

    Next to the old man, a man in ragged clothes stumbled over. Half of his face was burned, and his forehead was covered in blood. As if he was scared out of his mind, he kept murmuring, "I¡¯ve said it long ago... We should¡¯ve escaped from here. This time it was just a wave of thugs, but the more terrifying demons are still yet toe. No one will be able to defeat them, no one!" ?

    Wrench looked at him. "Who is he?"

    Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly. "He is a distant rtive of mine who escaped from Heavenly Water City. His name is Ma Shan. His family was destroyed by those marauders¡­ so he isn¡¯t stable mentally."

    Wrench was struck speechless.

    <em>Encountering those marauders twice in a row? This is really unfortunate.</em>

    Seeing the man wearing the exoskeleton in front of him looking at him with pity, Ma Shan said agitatedly as if he was trying to prove that he was not crazy, "I¡¯m not kidding! They have big, big guns and big cars... The worst part is that they enved a Deathw! I know I sound crazy, but I saw everything with my own eyes! There is no doubt that they are all minions of the god of death, otherwise it is impossible to exin why those Deathws are standing with them!"

    As the most ferocious beast in the wastnd, a Deathw was regarded as a symbol of death, and was even worshiped as a servant of the god of death by many ignorant tribesmen.

    Wrench¡¯s frown slowly grew deeper. Although he didn¡¯t understand what nonsense the man was talking about, his intuition told him that this person might have some very important information. "I¡¯ll take you to see the administrator."

    Ma Shan looked bewildered. "Administrator...?"

    Only then did Wrench realize that he hadn¡¯t introduced himself. "I apologize, I forgot to introduce myself, we¡¯re from Shelter 404."

    "Shelter?" Ma Zhanqiu was dazed, looking at Wrench with a surprised look on his face, apparently not expecting that he was rescued by blue coats.

    The ragged man¡¯s face lit up after hearing what was said. He quickly stepped forward and said incoherently, "Please, please take me there! As long as we close the door, those marauders won¡¯t be able to get in!"

    ...

    Back in the outpost.

    The skinny man sat in the reception room, fidgeting on the chair, with a worried expression on his face. His eyes looked out of the window and the door from time to time, extremely anxious.

    Through questioning, Chu Guang learned that the man¡¯s name was Ma Li, the second son of the Winter Willow Camp vige chief.

    He also had an older brother named Ma Yong, but such trivial matters were not important.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t want to swallow them whole, but he had to admit that the tragedy at Winter Willow Camp sounded the rm in the hearts of all survivors in the northern suburbs.

    After seeing the tragic situation there through the drone, the representatives of the other survivors¡¯ settlements were terrified, and finally recognized the reality.

    The Bonechewer n had reached the northern suburbs of Clearspring City!

    They were brutal, well-equipped, and well-versed in tactics. Ordinary survivor settlements were no match for those hungry wolves at all!

    People who were still hesitant at first, and even nned to relocate, had now made up their minds and begged Chu Guang to help them, hoping to start the relocation work as soon as possible.

    The rest of the negotiation went much smoother.

    ?There were thirteen survivors¡¯ settlements in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, spread over an area of ??nearly 500 square kilometers.

    Chu Guang quickly made a relocation n, evacuating them in three batches. The furthest would start moving first.

    The five survivor settlements closest to the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base were included in the first evacuation n.

    Among them include Chaowei Battery Factory, Hope Mountain Cooperative, Home of Scavengers, Highway Town, and Winter Willow Camp... a total of more than 600 households with a total poption of more than 1,000, equivalent to six Baker Streets.

    There were only nine trucks that the outpost could use, and that was including the four newly seized!

    People didn¡¯t have to take trucks, but someone had to move the goods.

    It was especially so for food.

    Other things could be left behind, but they had to bring food with them!

    Otherwise, when so many people arrived in Longevity Town, Chu Guang wouldn¡¯t be able to find enough food for them, and the famine would probably find him before the Bonechewer n.

    Chu Guang found Liu Ding, mobilized 50 strength type yers to form a transport team, and 100 soldier yers served as escorts for the evacuation.

    They would start with the outermost survivor settlements and assist the local survivors to evacuate.

    All personnel and supplies would be evacuated to New United Gas Station 10 kilometers away from Longevity Town before heading to Longevity Town in batches.

    As for what should be done after that...

    They would cross the bridge when they got there.

    The priority now was to bring the people and their supplies back.

    If those marauders got supplies, who knows how many more woulde?!

    The door to the reception room opened.

    Looking at the administrator who came in from outside, Ma Li, who was sitting on the stool immediately stood up and hurriedly greeted him. "Sir, is my home... alright?"

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "My subordinates saw your father. He should be fine, but¡­ Your vige has suffered some heavy losses. My people are assisting your vigers to evacuate. If everything goes smoothly, you will be able to see your father in Longevity Town as soon as tomorrow evening."

    Hearing that his father was still alive, Ma Li was relieved, and his tense shoulders rxed. However, when he heard what Chu Guang saidter, his heart couldn¡¯t help but twitch.

    Winter was already tough enough¡­

    Now that they had lost their vige and their home, it was foreseeable that their days ahead would be more difficult than before. But no matter what, the other party had saved his life.

    Ma Li lowered his head and said sincerely. "Thank you¡­"

    Chu Guang shook his head. "You are wee. We¡¯re really helping ourselves by helping you."

    Winter Willow Camp had more than 70 households, nearly 200 people including the old and weak.

    From those marauders¡¯ perspective, they would be enough food for a long time...

    Ma Li looked at Chu Guang and asked sincerely, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

    Chu Guang thought for a second and said, "The outpost has limited capacity. We n to evacuate the first batch of survivors from the relocation n to the New United Gas Station ten kilometers from Longevity Town, and then transfer them to Longevity Town in batches. If you want to help, you can go there. I can arrange some work for you, or you can try to appease the survivors, so that you can also see your father soon."

    Of course, that also meant that he would be at the frontline.

    Ma Li took a deep breath, overcame the fear in his heart, and nodded solemnly. "I would like to go!"

    Chu Guang looked at the man who had gathered his courage in front of him with approval, reached out, patted him on his arm. "Go."

    "The boarding point is at the north side of the park. My guys will take you there!"

    ...

 Chapter 206.2: Brother Spring Water, Where Are We Feeding Today?

    Outside the east gate of the outpost.

    At the gate of the nomadic camp, Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves were standing beside the wooden stake with an axe, each carrying a wooden basket and stretching their necks to look ahead.

    Inside the wooden basket was a basket full of raw silk wrapped around wooden sticks.

    Seeing Teng Tenging from the outpost, their eyes lit up.

    Especially the extroverted younger sister, she couldn¡¯t help standing on tiptoe. She beckoned to Teng Teng before trotting over in excitement to hug her. "Teng Teng!"

    "Autumn Leaves, good morning... Ah! Don¡¯t, don¡¯t spin me in circles, it¡¯s so weird!"

    After her feet finally touched the ground, Teng Teng blushed and brushed her messy hair.

    Autumn Leaves looked at her apologetically like a child who had done something wrong. "Teng Teng?"

    "It¡¯s, it¡¯s alright¡­ Just don¡¯t do this next time."Autumn Leaves nodded quickly.

    Although she was not yet familiar with thenguage of the shelter residents, Autumn Leaves was very proficient in calling her name.

    Thanks to the kind-hearted Teng Teng, they learned how to reel silk, and she even gave them a set of silk reeling tools. Now there were not only many beautiful and durable ropes, silk and cloth in the tribe, but also one additional way to generate extra ie.

    Every morning, Teng Teng woulde to them and buy from them the raw silk produced the day before.

    Everyone in the tribe was very grateful to the kind Teng Teng, and the tribe leader specially instructed her and her elder sister to give Teng Teng the best raw silk in the tribe. As for those of average quality, they could just keep them for themselves. After all, they didn¡¯t need to use good silk.

    Autumn Leaves wasn¡¯t much interested in those coins, but those Devil Moth¡¯s chrysalis were really delicious!

    She had never eaten such delicious bugs.

    Its meat was white and tender, yet its skin was crunchy. Whether it was grilled or boiled, they were all very delicious!

    Just when Autumn Leaves was thinking that she had to find a chance to invite Teng Teng to taste the delicious food she made, her elder sister Autumn Weed, who came over, reached out and knocked on the top of her head. ??

    "Ow!" Autumn Leaves covered her head and looked at her elder sister with an aggrieved expression, but thetter red at her and scolded softly. "You can¡¯t be so rude to others, not to mention that she¡¯s our benefactor."

    Saying that, Autumn Weed looked at Teng Teng apologetically, lowered her head, and said seriously with a not so urate pronunciation. "I¡¯m sorry for the trouble."

    "It¡¯s, it¡¯s alright, there¡¯s no need for such a formal apology..." Teng Teng, who was not good at dealing with this kind of situation, looked a little embarrassed. Especially when she saw the pitiful expression of Autumn Leaves, which made her feel even more sympathetic. She quickly changed the subject, "That¡¯s right, raw silk."

    With that, she took a bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to Autumn Weed.

    Autumn Weed was stunned for a moment, then politely took it and picked up the wooden basket on the ground. "We have already packed them up. We can help you bring it over."

    "It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay, I can take it back myself, it¡¯s not too far."

    Looking at Autumn Leaves standing behind her elder sister with a look of grievance, Teng Teng stepped forward, touched her head lightly, and said happily. "Thank you for your hard work! These materials will definitelye in handy!"

    With those materials, she would be able to make a lot of clothes!

    "Thanks!" Autumn Leaves¡¯ eyes lit up, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

    She understood that word too!

    It meant thanks and affirmation!

    The next moment, there was a suddenmotion at the north gate of the outpost. Arge number of people carried rifles and marched northward in an imposing manner.

    It was the same the day before.

    The tribesmen in the camp stopped their work one after another, looked towards the north, and began to discuss in a low voice.

    "What¡¯s going on?"

    "I heard it¡¯s going up north."

    "North? Has the chaos spread here?"

    "Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors, may those warriors triumph."

    "I hope the war doesn¡¯t spread here... We finally found a good ce to live."

    The days of wandering were too hard. No one wanted to go back to living like that again.

    Looking north, Autumn Leaves huddled nervously beside her elder sister.

    Autumn Weed patted her younger sister¡¯s head gently,forting her softly. "Don¡¯t be afraid, the administrator will protect us."

    Although she couldn¡¯t understand what the two sisters were saying, Teng Teng could feel the unease in their eyes.

    Giving them a firm look, Teng Teng reassured the two with an encouraging tone. "Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯ll be alright. Everyone in the shelter will protect you!"

    ...

    At the north gate of the wend park.

    The two trucks stopped.

    Sideline cking, who was carrying a Sickle assault rifle, beckoned his teammates to get on the truck.

    "Brothers, hurry up and get on the truck! It¡¯s mission time!"

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Go to Chaowei Battery Factory (Ongoing)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Assisting the relocation of residents (Not yet started)<strong>]</strong>

    Eye Owe Money, who was also carrying a Sickle semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight on his back, jumped onto the truck and shouted. "Let¡¯s go! Let¡¯s follow the cker to put out the fire!"

    Sideline cking rolled his eyes. "Screw you, can you not call me that? Can¡¯t you just call me Sideline?"

    It was fine when he didn¡¯t protest, but the moment he protested, more and more yers began to call him that way.

    Construction Boy was the first to speak. "Okay, cking fool, where are we going to have some fun today?"

    Makka Pakka grinned. "Yes, cker, who are we going to feed today?"

    "Fuck!¡±

    Due to the absurdly high battle losses, Sideline cking¡¯s team was well-known on the forum, and was often ridiculed by yers and cloud gamers as a team of feeders.

    When there was a tribe of mutant humans near the outpost before, they fought with them twice, but both times, they ended up with heavy casualties. In the end, even the developers also found it unbearable to watch and sent a team of friendly troops d in exoframes to help them out. Otherwise, their entire team would¡¯ve been wiped out.

    It was also the same during the night raid on the experimental base the night before. As a feint team, their team¡¯s battle damage was as high as 50%.

    Although everyone knew that he wasn¡¯t the one to be med for so many losses, he was indeed a bit unlucky to always encounter big scenes and plot kills.

    But oddly enough, that fucking noob would survive every time!

    Because of this, many people were still arguing on the forum whether high perception would add dodge or luck, otherwise it waspletely unreasonable.

    When he got into the truck, Eye Owe Money still couldn¡¯t stop talking, and chatted with Construction Boy next to him.

    "So do you want to make a bet? A small bet wouldn¡¯t harm anyone, so just bet 1 silver coin and guess today¡¯s deaths."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Construction Boy put out five fingers coolly without thinking. "Five, five people are going to die today."

    As for why he chose that number¡­

    Because he only had five fingers, and the other hand was still in his pocket, and he was toozy to take it out.

    "Tsk," Eye Owe Money tutted, "then I¡¯ll bet on six."

    Another yer next to him heard it and shivered. "Fuck¡¯s sake, can you not jinx us?"

    "Yes, I almost want to get off the truck!"

    There were 10 mobilized teams in total, two of which were led by Sideline cking and headed to Chaowei Battery Factory 22 kilometers away.

    The battery factory was located in a small town. It produced safe, reliable and environmentally friendly solid-state hydrogen batteries. Its products were rtively well-known before the war. The two public elementary schools and kindergartens in the town were all funded by it.

    More than two centuriester, the only rtionship between this battery factory and the battery was probably the signboard that was barely legible.

    Most of the houses in the factory area had copsed, and only the walls were barely usable. There were no dangerous mutants nearby, so people came to settle down in that ce over time.

    Survivors had been living there for many years, building houses with salvaged materials, mending fences, scavenging waste and farming for a living.

    Two trucks stopped at the gate of the factory.

    Survivors withrge bags and even trolleys had already gathered at the gate.

    There were nk stares everywhere. Although the rumors about the Bonechewer n arriving in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City had been circting for a while, no one thought that everything would happen so suddenly.

    The young guard jumped out of the truck, walked quickly to the gate of the factory, and saw the vige chief of the survivors¡¯ settlement.

    It was an old man with a hunchback, and his face was weather-beaten, but he still looked very vigorous.

    Lu Bei stood in front of him, his expression serious and his words sinct. "I am Shelter 404¡¯s Guard, Lu Bei! By the order of the administrator, we havee to support your evacuation!"

    Although he felt a little apprehensive about the young man¡¯s appearance in front of him, the soldiers behind him still made the old man feel relieved.

    Nodding, the old man said, "My name is Li Zhong, and I¡¯m the vige head here. I¡¯ve heard about the situation from my child. We¡¯ve packed everything up and can leave at any time."

    "We will abide by your rules, and I hope you will keep your promises and abide by the agreement between us."

    Lu Bei nodded and said faithfully. "Don¡¯t worry about this, the administrator has already nned a bright future for you, now please follow me¡­"

    Before the words could be finished, the sound of gunfire suddenly came from a distance, and the bullets whooshed towards the entrance, hitting the concrete wall, leaving a series of holes on the wall and dust flying everywhere.

    Startled by the sudden sound of gunfire, the surrounding survivors fled from the entrance.

    However, there were also a few people who were calm in the face of danger. They squatted at the entrance and fired in the direction of the bullets.

    Looking to the north suddenly, Lu Bei¡¯s eyes widened slightly, only to see a pickup truck with steel tes stopped at the corner of the road.

    The ck barrel of the gun on top of the truck was aiming straight in his direction!

    Sideline cking, not far away, had already yelled and led someone to rush up, firing to attract firepower, while instructing the team members to disperse.

    "Enemy attack!"

    "Driver, don¡¯t get out of the truck! And drive the truck into the factory!"

    "Team A defends this spot. Team B,e with me! Before they surround us, we have to break out!"

    "Prepare the rocketuncher! Aim, and take them out!"

 Chapter 207.1: Biological and Technological Singularity

    "<em>Hum...mhm mhm hum...</em>"

    At the entrance to Highway Town.

    Holding a rifle, and leaning against the rusted road sign, Tail leisurely hummed a tune that Sisi had never heard before.

    Strangely, it was quite a pleasant tune.

    "Tail, what tune are you humming?"

    Seeing Sisi looking over, the corners of Tail¡¯s mouth curled upwards, and she said proudly. "The song I heard on the radio!"

    "Radio?" Sisi fell into a daze for a moment.

    <em>What kind of ancient setting is this?</em>

    Tail said with ardent eyes. "There is a radio in the reception room on the first floor of the nursing home. In the evening, it will y some strange things, and in the afternoon, it will y several repeated singles on a loop, which is suspected to be the original soundtrack built into this game! I¡¯ve been observing it for a whole day! Oh, you actually didn¡¯t find this easter egg?"<em>Why should I pay attention to such boring stuff?</em>

    Sisi helplessly looked at the slowly moving clouds in the sky, and said with a sigh, "By the way, is it really okay for us to loaf around like this every time?"

    Tail gave Sisi a dissatisfied look. "What do you mean that we are loafing around?! Didn¡¯t I work hard?"

    Sisi reminded, "I heard that loafing around while standing guard is a death g."

    Tail didn¡¯t care. "Don¡¯t be afraid, I¡¯m an agility type yer. As long as I¡¯m fast enough, death will always be one step behind me!"

    "..."

    The team they were in at the moment was on an inter-provincial highway leading to the east.

    The terrain of the road was high, with gentle downward slopes on both sides. As it was an inter-provincial highway, buildings were rarely seen nearby, and outside the guardrail were swathes of pine and cypress, as well as leaf litters and shrubs dotted in the forest.

    The name of this survivor¡¯s stronghold was Highway Town, which, as the name suggested, was a town built on a highway. The onlyndmark building here was probably the road sign with a height of about three stories behind Tail, which was how the survivor settlement was named.

    Survivors there had built a long and narrow settlement along the road using materials removed from scrap cars and wood obtained by cutting down trees.

    One advantage of doing so was that in rainy weather, they didn¡¯t have to worry about soaking their houses. When there were wolves and hyenas wandering over, they didn¡¯t dare to rashly attack people living on the slopes from both sides.

    The architecture here was pretty wild, just like the temperament of the people who lived here.

    They didn¡¯t usually grow crops and mainly raised goats as tall as horses. The only difference between them and the nomads was probably that they would not move their camp easily. They would asionally nt some cash crops such as the Camu Tree, and sell the rubber and Camu fruit that could be extracted to the passing traders.

    To be honest, Sisi admired the developers of Wastnd Online for making each survivor settlement very different. And this difference was not only reflected in the modeling and texture of the game, but also deep in the core logic of what they were experiencing.

    These survivors had their own unique culture and customs, and had different moral codes and worldviews and beliefs than others.

    Level of detail like that was not even reflected at the collective level, but was urate to each individual in the collective.

    While they were standing guard, a child in a fur coat was standing under a small tree, seemingly saying goodbye to something. Men and women who had already packed up their stuff stood at the doors of their houses, looking lost at the newly repaired new home.

    Not far away, an old man over fifty was arguing fiercely with the scar-faced man because he wanted to take away the Camu Trees wrapped in hemp rope and stic.

    All of the people they were interacting with seemed to be alive...

    Not only did they have a life that only belonged to themselves, but the trajectory of their lives was affected by countless variables, and as a result, a tree diagram with countless possibilities was evolved, rather than a one-way line that could be seen at a nce.

    It was much better than the open world games she¡¯d yed in the past.

    In fact, it might be even more powerful than reality!

    She even wanted to set off immediately and went on a trip.

    But then again¡­ Wouldn¡¯t she be considered a deserter?

    Sisi unconsciously nced to the side and found that no one paid attention to them.

    Maybe the other team members didn¡¯t expect much from them from the beginning. Darkest and another yer of the perception type took the initiative and went out to scout.

    Battlefield Cheerleader, who was carrying his rifle, couldn¡¯t help wandering around in the distance, trying to find someone to fight, but the weather was so cold that he couldn¡¯t even find a mutant hyena.

    Captain Spring Water Commander, who was currently wearing the only orange exoskeleton in the entire server, always stood in the most stable position to takemand, and super-prudently arranged specific missions for each team member. His ns included using Battlefield Cheerleader and Darkest as bait outside.

    In general, this team was still rtively reliable, at least more reliable than Sideline cking¡¯s feeder team and Midnight Pubg¡¯s madman team.

    Sisi often thought about the purpose of her and Tail staying with them.

    ncing at the time on the VM screen, Tail stretched and yawned, "Sisi, it seems that there won¡¯t be a fight today, and we can only wait for tomorrow to show off our skills."

    "Tail, please quickly recall the fact that you are actually a girl¡­"

    There was a sudden explosion in the distance, interrupting Sisi¡¯sint.

    The two of them looked in unison in the direction of the explosion and grabbed the weapons in their hands.

    "The enemy ising?!" Tail was full of energy, and her eyes were sparkling.

    Sisi nced at the map and pondered for a moment. "No... I feel that the explosion is quite far away. Most likely, it came from other teams."

    At this time, the scolding of Battlefield Commander came from a distance, which confirmed her conjecture. "God damn it! Why didn¡¯t we trigger the plot! This game is terrible!"

    Unlike the regrets of the yers, the survivors of Highway Town were obviously frightened by the explosion, and they stopped what they were doing and looked towards the northeast with a look of worry.

    "What happened?"

    "That sound..."

    "Did something explode?"

    "It might be the marauders from the Bonechewer n!"

    "Those goddamn marauders! If I catch them, I¡¯ll twist their heads off!"

    There was a bigmotion among survivors.

    Ye Xiao, who was standing in the Camu Tree Garden, frowned, and the burnt scars on his face were pressed together. He subconsciously put his hand on his waist, but quickly pulled it back.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The sound was at least 4 kilometers away from where he was, with arge area of ??ruins and wastnd in between. It would take some time for those marauders to arrive.

    The old man, who was still arguing with him a second ago, also looked in the northeast direction with sharp eyes and muttered to himself. "It¡¯s the direction of the Battery Factory."

    His name was Hooke, and he was 56 years old. When he was young, he was a skilled hunter until he was shot in the knee and became the Old Hooke of Camu Tree.

    Although he was not an ability user, to live to his age, his rich experience was not inferior to those ability users who had inborn strength.

    With a serious expression, Ye Xiao looked at him and asked, "The cksmiths?"

    Hooke closed his eyes and nodded slightly. "It should be... If you listen carefully, there are still gunshots, and there are quite a few of them."

    Ye Xiao held his breath, listened carefully for a while, and then frowned. "There are at least 40 people."

    "At least double it." ncing at the two fields of trees, the old man sighed as if he had finally given up, and shook his head regretfully. "Go to your father."

    "Let¡¯s move faster!"

    ...

    Outside the west gate of the outpost, not far from the guard¡¯s shooting range, there was a red brick house with only one iron window facing the outpost.

    This was the prison of the outpost, which was holding several prisoners who had just been sent from Longevity Town.

    In addition, there was a special prisoner locked there.

    In the wooden shed, the four-meter-long Deathw curled up in the corner.

    It was wrapped around a rope made of iron chains and devil¡¯s silk, and its amber pupils reflected a dangerous light, scanning the few people at the door.

    After being nced at by the beast, Xia Yan unconsciously took a step back and nervously held the Sickle assault rifle in her hand.

    A Deathw was much more dangerous than a Creeper!

    "You¡­ Why did you bring this so close to our shelter?"

    Chu Guang, who was standing beside her, said without thinking. "Obviously, for research."

    He was wearing an exoframe with the Carbon Nano Body Armor he got at the start, and a Nitrogen-Powered Hammer hung on his back, so he was armed to the teeth.

    Not to mention a mere Deathw. If a Queen Cracklew Crab stood in front of him, he was confident that he would be able to leave alive.

    "By the way, you don¡¯t actually need toe along."

    "What are you talking about? It¡¯s so dangerous¡­ How can I let youe alone?¡±

    Chu Guang nced at the tense Xia Yan with interest, and couldn¡¯t help but think when she became so brave.

    <em>Is it because of that leg?</em>

    <em>Looks like the money was well spent.</em>

    "Unbelievable¡­ It¡¯s incredible!" Muttering to herself, Hyrja walked forward with a zealous expression on her face, frightening Chu Guang so much that he quickly pulled her back.

    "Are you crazy?"

    <em>My freaking ultra rare character!</em>

    <em>No, it should be the yers¡¯ ultra rare character¡­</em>

 Chapter 207.2: Biological and Technological Singularity

    "Crazy? No, the world is crazy, I¡¯ve never seen such an amazing creature!" Looking at the lizard with fascination, Hyrja continued, "I checked its DNA. It most definitely belongs to the Reptilian order of the Chordates! It has evolved its own body temperature regtion mechanism, which can maintain a high metabolism in winter like mammals. As long as it wants, it doesn¡¯t even need to go into hibernation!"

    "Even a Tegu Lizard can only maintain a constant body temperature for a period of time during breeding... Is this really because of radiation mutation?"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t know how to answer her question. After all, he had only been in the world for less than a year, and this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying monster.

    Yin Fang, who was standing at the side, also had an incredulous look in his eyes.

    It was just that his focus was different from Hyrja¡¯s, his eyes fixed on the jet-ck device on Deathw¡¯s neck.

    It looked like arge ring!

    "It¡¯s really incredible... The device installed on the back of its head can really make it connect with the human mind?"

    "The result of the interrogation is indeed this. Do you want to try it?" Having said that, Chu Guang took out an item with the same shape as the headset and threw it in Yin Fang¡¯s hand.

    After Yin Fang took it, he pondered with it for some time in his hand before putting it on his head.He then switched on the power..

    After turning the knob all the way up, a slight electric current sounded like a current flowing through in the brain.

    But other than that, there seemed to be no other feeling.

    "How do I use this¡­ Ow!" The stinging pain that came from the back of his mind made Yin Fang let out a painful cry. He subconsciously reached out and pressed his temple.

    But the pain came and went quickly, and soon he got used to the tingling sensation and put his hand down.

    Watching Yin Fang recover, Chu Guang, who had already tried it once, continued, "You could try giving the monster an order¡­ For example, you can order it to stand up."

    Holding the mic at the corner of his mouth, Yin Fang took a deep breath and stared at the Deathw. "Stand up!"

    Body trembled, the Deathw lying on the ground, although resisting the order, still dragged its scarred body and slowly stood up from the ground.

    <em>Holy shit?</em>

    <em>It really works?!</em>

    Yin Fang was shocked, even forgetting about the headache, and continued to give orders to the mic at the corner of his mouth. "Sit!"

    Deathw sat obediently on the ground.

    The expression on Yin Fang¡¯s face became more and more shocking, and he continued to order it with excitement as if he had discovered a new continent.

    "Stand Up!"

    "Jump on one foot!"

    "Draw circles on the ground with your tail! Tsk, can¡¯t do this? Then bark like a dog!"

    "..."

    The Deathw, who was repeatedly messed around, gradually showed a painful expression on its face, the neurons in its body were highly active, and its brain waves began to be disordered. ?¨¢

    Chu Guang could clearly feel that if it weren¡¯t for the iron chain, this beast probably would¡¯ve torn the guy in front of it with its ws!

    But Yin Fang didn¡¯t seem to care about that.

    He just wanted to figure out where the limits of the device were.

    He tried almost all themands he could try, and just when he was thinking about what othermands he could try, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell back as his shoulders trembled uncontrobly.

    Chu Guang gently pushed forward with his left hand, holding Dr. Yin who fell backwards, and took off the headset on his head with the other hand. "It¡¯s best not to use this thing continuously... It will not only cause a mental load on the subject being manipted, but also on the person using the device."

    Chu Guang had tried it once.

    Rather than mind control, the device functions more like a kind of hypnosis.

    It did not allow the user to directly manipte the actions of the controlled person, but through the pressure on the spiritual level, in the form of a spiritual suggestion to make the mutants that were put on the ring execute a few simplemands. For example, they couldmand it to attack.

    Another example would be going forward, backward, or running in a certain direction.

    Hopping on one foot could barely be performed, but things like drawing circles on the ground with its tail or barking like a dog couldn¡¯t be done.

    This device couldn¡¯t allow the controlled person topletemands beyond its cognition, unless it had actively done simr things at a certain moment in its life.

    Even so, the setup was great. But it was far from the morphogic field in his shelter.

    yers from different worlds could directly possess clones, which was much more awesome than indirect control.

    If the clones didn¡¯t die, the yer would be able to keep fighting.

    It waspletely unlike the monster they obtained.

    After breaking the ring around its neck, it would probably go out of control.

    "Sorry, I got carried away. I¡¯ve never seen this kind of technology before..." Yin Fang shook his head and regained his footing.

    Chu Guang said thoughtfully, "Is there technology that even the academy doesn¡¯t know about?"

    Yin Fang said helplessly. "The academy is not omnipotent, and we also have things that we don¡¯t know much or don¡¯t understand at all."

    After a pause, he continued. "I should have told you before, in order to facilitate the remodeling work, we¡¯ve divided the technology into seven levels of F, E, D, C, B, A, and S for management ording to the difficulty of remodeling, and allocate personnel and budget reasonably."

    Chu Guang nodded. "You did say it once."

    Yin Fang continued, "In fact, in addition to the well-known seven levels, there is an eighth level outside the system. It¡¯s what we call the singrity."

    "Singrity?" Chu Guang frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

    Yin Fang exined, "It¡¯s the most cutting edge, a nk te of the future. These techniques are like a singrity in calculus, an unanalyzed point in aplex function, an ind independent of a set... They¡¯re like our bottlenecks with the future.¡±

    "For example, the neutrino channel that you may have never heard of, or the mutant human flooding the wastnd... They are all singrities, although immature, they usually have extremely attractive prospects behind them. Oncepleted, it will predictably set off a round of technological revolution. For example, the former corresponds to superluminal travel, we will be able to go to further gxies faster and cheaper, and thetter corresponds to super life with full environmental adaptability. "

    After reaching that point, Yin Fang shrugged. "Of course, the technological revolution mentioned here is based on the premise of social integrity. What we need now is obviously not innovation, but revival. So... the Academy doesn¡¯t know much about the singrity, and only selectively retains some topics worth continuing, and the focus of recycling work is mainly on the mature technologies in the system.¡±

    An isted individual outside the system, future technology that was notpleted even before the war¡­

    To use an inappropriate analogy, it was probably simr to forbidden spells in a fantasy setting.

    Chu Guang could only understand it this way.

    "I¡¯m suddenly a little curious, are the clones of the army a singrity?"

    To Chu Guang¡¯s surprise, Yin Fang nodded decisively. "It can be considered one, but only half of it. The full name of the whole project should be ¡¯full life cycle adjustable technology¡¯. If it can bepleted, theoretically we can shorten or extend the time of any life cycle of any life, and control evolution in the truest sense."

    "If you want, you can be a child for life, or an adult, and you will be immortal at the gic level. Our species willpletely get rid of backward R/K selection theory[1]">https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/R/K_selection_theory#:~:text=r%2FK%20selection%20theory%20describes,elephants%20(K%2Dselection).[/ref], no longer ept natural selection, but reaching a state of self-defining."

    Hyrja, who was standing next to him, was stunned. "Can this kind of thing be done?"

    "Who knows?" Yin Fang shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not, only the future knows everything about the future."

    Yin Fang and Hyrja started an academic discussion on whether this kind of thing could be realized. Clearly, Hyrja didn¡¯t believe it, saying that such a thing was unheard of.

    Yin Fang simply disdained her opinion. "You¡¯re really young... Didn¡¯t your mentor teach you not to jump to conclusions about unknown things?"

    Hearing that Yin Fang actually talked about her mentor in such a disrespectful tone, Hyrja instantly snapped.

    Xia Yan was stunned throughout the whole conversation. She couldn¡¯t even remember exactly when she started to get confused.

    As for Chu Guang¡­ He was lost in thought.

    He suddenly thought of that recording where he heard the expression about the morphogic field.

    After organizing his thoughts, Chu Guang interrupted the argument between the two and said, "If there is a technology that can create a strong connection between two different dimensions of consciousness and transmit information across the boundaries of space and time..."

    "What the hell is that? Magic?" Yin Fang, who was in a heated argument, replied without thinking, in a tone that sounded like pure mockery.

    But perhaps realizing that he shouldn¡¯t have talked to Chu Guang in such a tone, he closed his mouth immediately afterward.

    But Chu Guang didn¡¯t take what he said to heart.

    That was because he felt the same.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    It was unheard of, and it sounded like a miracle.

    However, seeing Yin Fang¡¯s reaction, Chu Guang roughly understood.

    A certain technology hidden in Shelter 404 had obviously surpassed the cognition of the Academy, and naturally it couldn¡¯t be included in the F, E, D, C, B, A, and S ssification system.

    There was no doubt that it had reached the realm of singrity!

    And it seemed to have matured...

    Just when Chu Guang was about to chat with Hyrja about the Torch Church, the voice of Little Seven suddenly came from themunication channel. "Master, something happened to your yers!"

    Hearing the hurried cry from the little bin, Chu Guang was dazed for a moment. Without asking for further information, he immediately closed the visor of his helmet. He flicked his index finger in front of the tactical eyepiece a few times, and cut to the map interface.

    Xia Yan, who was standing next to him, realized something when she saw Chu Guang¡¯s sudden movement, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

    Chu Guang, who was staring at the map, frowned and said in a deep voice. "Something happened!¡±

    Almost as soon as his voice fell, a guard trotted over from a distance.

    Standing in front of Chu Guang, he gave a military salute and said with a serious expression. "Administrator, the team you sent to the Battery Factory to cover the evacuation of the local survivors was attacked by a group of marauders!"

    "Understood, I have arranged for someone to assist them."

    Chu Guang looked up at the nursing home, and saw a spare Hummingbird drone flying into the air and quickly disappeared in the northeast direction.

    Just a second ago, he had mobilized the team that was executing the mission nearby to support the members in the Battery Factor. He also issued a defensive mission to the yers on the front line.

    They had to hold on until reinforcements arrive!

    "Don¡¯t let me down!"

    1. ?

 Chapter 208.1: They Are The Real Warriors

    Outside the Battery Factory.

    The gunshots rang in the air, and bullets ripped through the streets.

    Suddenly, a marauder came out of the cover and aimed the Armour Fist Bazooka on his shoulder at the gate of the Battery Factory.

    Although he quickly attracted the gunfire, the trigger was pulled.

    "RPG!" Makka Pakka yelled and jumped aside.

    Almost at the moment when the voice fell, a rocket swooped through the street and hit the outer wall of the Battery Factory. It exploded into fire, scattering the cement fragments in all directions, and exposing arge area of steel bars.

    A yer leaning near the wall was caught off guard and fell to the ground after being hit by an iing bullet. The yer who was squatting next to him immediately grabbed his cor and dragged him back to the cover under the cover of the other team members.

    On the street outside the Battery Factory, objects caught on fire sporadically.

    A pickup truck with welded steel tes broke down in the middle of the road. The steel te at the front of the car had been dented, and the antifreeze was flowing out of the gap under the hood and spreading all over the ground.The marauder sitting in the driver¡¯s seat was as sted into pieces as the destroyed bulletproof windows, and there wasn¡¯t anyplete piece of flesh on his body. However, the fixed machine gun at the back of the truck was unscathed, and was still shooting frantically at the Battery Factory, continuously venting its firepower.

    "Their firepower is too fierce!" The strength type yer Construction Boy, tried to set up a light machine gun to return fire, but was pressed back before he could do anything.

    The marauders, holding rifles, leaned against both sides of the street and pressed forward in the direction of the Battery Factory.

    Under the suppression of the machine gun fire, Sideline cking had to retreat to the Battery Factory with his team to shrink the line of defense.

    Just with one exchange, they lost three team members, leaving seven people in Team B!

    Although the marauders also suffered five casualties,pared to the ferocious offensive, their casualties seemed insignificant.

    "Fuck!" Leaning on the back of the cover, Sideline cking cursed and changed the magazines while ncing at the pickup truck that was stuck in the middle of the road.

    <em>That one shot didn¡¯t blow up the truck!</em>

    <em>How strong is its fuel tank?!</em>

    <em>Or¡­ Were we just really unlucky?</em>

    "We have to figure out a way to take out their machine gun!"

    Seeing the captain looking at him, Construction Boy, who was holding a light machine gun, yelled, "Where¡¯s our sniper! You need to stop taking so long to aim, time to fire!"

    Eye Owe Money snapped angrily, "Sniper my ass! How do you want me to snipe with a semi-automatic rifle?! Not to mention that I made the reticle of the scope!"

    Construction Boy yelled, "cker, what do we do now!"

    Sideline cking looked at the other team next to him. "Does your team still have rockets?"

    Drumhead Washing Machine replied instantly, "One left!"

    Sideline cking gritted his teeth, and just when he was about to order the other team to use the rocket to take out the truck, Makka Pakka¡¯s shout suddenly came from the side. "Wait, I got something better. Use mine!"

    After speaking, Makka Pakka ran back, disregarding the bullets flying behind him, and quickly took out a tube with a caliber bigger than his face from the truck.

    To be precise, this should not be considered a rocketuncher, but more like a portable rocket pod!

    Inside the rocket pod were 12 steel pipes, each of which was about 1,100mm long and 20mm in diameter. All the steel pipes contained a rocket that weighed more than a pound!

    Seeing it, Sideline cking was shocked. "What the fuck? What the hell is this?!"

    "Flier Fist. But that¡¯s not important. Watch this!" Saying that, Makka Pakka pulled the trigger excitedly.

    Immediately afterward, twelve steel pipes shot out all twelve slender rockets, bombarding the center of the street indiscriminately.

    Honestly, the weapon had extremely low uracy.

    But in the face of absolute power, it was no longer important to be urate!

    Half of the street covered by rockets burst into mes in an instant. At least three rockets hit within three meters of the truck, and one of them directly hit the steel te in front of the fixed machine gun!

    The charge of 144 grams of TNT was not much, but its power wasparable to 2 to 3 grenades.

    The machine gunner standing on the gun emcement was instantly blown up and the machine gun ceased fire instantly.

    The pressure on the yers and survivors in the factory was immediately reduced by a lot!

    Makka Pakka, who threw away the rocketuncher, threw his fists in the air excitedly and shouted, "Nice!" Then he picked up his rifle again and ran behind cover.

    Including the guard, Lu Bei, several local survivors who fought alongside the yers werepletely stunned.

    <em>What weapon is this?!</em>

    <em>It¡¯s a little too crazy¡­</em>

    Construction Boy seized the opportunity, set up the light machine gun, and raked the street with gunfire; the marauders¡¯ offensive was instantly repelled.

    The administrator had given him 200 rounds, and there were still about 100 left; so it shouldst a while if he used it sparingly.

    Looking at Makka Pakka who was squatting beside him, Sideline cking¡¯s eyes almost popped out. "You gotta be kidding me? That is Mosquito¡¯s rocket?"

    Makka Pakkaughed. "Haha! 12 20mm Flier Fists! Is it Awesome? I bought it from the market for 20 silver coins."

    Sideline cking roared, "20 silver coins?! Freaking awesome! You got more?"

    <em>It¡¯s so damn cheap!</em>

    Makka Pakka shook his head. "No. It was a one-off deal. It is said that it cost 200 silver to make it! After Mosquito gave it to me, he said that he would never make such weapons that are not cost-effective again!"

    Sideline cking was struck speechless.

    The marauders squatting on the street were all scared silly by this bombardment. Obviously, they didn¡¯t expect that their opponents still had such a powerful killer ace up their sleeves.

    But the deterrent of that bombardment didn¡¯tst long, though.

    Under the curses of the squad leader, someone quickly reacted and rushed to the pickup truck under the cover of his teammates to rece the dead machine gunner.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    However, soon, the marauder jumped out of the truck while cursing and ran into the ruins beside the truck.

    Eye Owe Money, who was holding a semi-automatic rifle, yelled with excitement when he saw their reaction. "Their machine gun is broken!"

    "I saw it! Brothers hold on, our victory is in sight¡­"

    Halfway through the words, Sideline cking¡¯s face turned ugly.

    The same was true for the other yers around. Before they could get excited, they saw another pickup truck with welded steel tes emerging from the end of the street. It parked directly behind the destroyed pickup truck, using its wreckage as a cover to hide the truck and driver.

    The fixed machine gun once again vented its firepower and raked the yers¡¯ cover with each burst of three bullets.

    Unprepared, the Construction Boy holding a light machine gun was shot dead. After finally getting rid of the fire suppression, the marauders began to push forward again.

    Feeling the bullets flying above his head, Sideline cking couldn¡¯t help but curse in his heart.

    <em>Damn developers! Are they trying to kill me!?</em>

    "How many marauders exactly did the server spawn?!" shouted Eye Owe Money.

    "At least 4 teams! I heard that the marauders at the experimental base seem to have three or four armored pickup trucks in total!"

    "Fuck! This is like half of their force!?"

    At this time, the shouts of another team of yers came from behind, "They went around the back of the factory!"

    At the same time, gunshots came from the rear and south of the factory area, and the marauders who circled from the front battlefield to the back broke out in a fierce exchange of fire with Team A.

    Grabbing the army-style light machine gun from the body of Construction Boy, Eye Owe Money couldn¡¯t help saying, "Should we try to fight our way out? Maybe there is still hope if we do that! If we are surrounded by them, we will be finished!"

    "Trying to break out now is like intentional feeding! Their machine gun is aiming at us on the outside!" Sideline cking gritted his teeth, bayed his rifle, and shouted. "Prepare to abandon the wall, we will withdraw into the factory building in a moment!"

    Honestly, that was not a good idea.

    The more they were surrounded, the more they should try to break out of the encirclement. Only by breaking out would they still have a chance. If they kept waiting behind the cover, it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out by those marauders.

    These marauders were very smart. They even knew how to use the tactics of attracting frontal firepower and splitting a team of people to attack from the side. It was the tactic that yers once used on them.

    If there were more yers, Sideline cking would definitely choose to let a group of people break out through the weakest point and find a way to get around the back of the machine gun pickup truck.

    But now, he had run out of ideas.

    Unlike the situation now, although the battle the night before was also a situation where they were facing a group of enemies that were superior in number, they only needed to hold on at all costs; even if there was only one person left in the end, it would be considered a victory.

    Whatever it was, there were more than 100 vigers behind him!

    "Damn it!" With a curse in his mouth, Sideline cking shouted loudly. "Team A takes cover, Team B withdraws into the factory building!"

    "Copy!" Without a radio, they could only rely on roaring at each other to givemands.

    But fortunately, they were all the old yers here, and they cooperated very well. With just one look and a few simple gestures, they could understand what the other teammates wanted to express.

    The yers on the edge of the wall retreated back in an orderly manner. After evacuating into the factory building, they then covered Team A.

    When the marauders saw the survivors on the edge of the wall retreating, they didn¡¯t speed up their push immediately, but cautiously sent a few people forward to find out what was going on inside the factory.

    Taking advantage of the brief respite, Sideline cking brought the two teams together and counted the casualties.

    Of the two ten-man teams, Team A¡¯s situation was a little better, losing four team members. Team B, which tried to break out earlier, had only four people left, suffering 60% of losses!

    Moreover, most of the people who were alive were also injured.

    But even so, no one was afraid!

    "The ammunition can be divided into 20 rounds per person. Let¡¯s distribute the bullets evenly. Take off all the VMs and put them together. There is a positioning function on them, so our people will find them for us."

    Taking a deep breath, Brother Sideline nced around at the yers standing in front of him, and said in a sonorous voice.

    "This is ourst line of defense!"

    "We must hold on!"

    "We¡¯ll fight until thest man!"

    What responded to him was a high fighting spirit. There were even excited roars and shouts.

    "Roar!"

    "Ahh-wooo, awwooo!"

    "Yee-haw!"

    Outside the factory building, the marauders had surrounded the ce.

    Sideline cking asked the young guard to evacuate the factory survivors into the warehouse behind the factory building.

    It was enough to squeeze the survivors into the area of ??hundreds of square meters. But its connection with the outside world was only one row of vents and an entrance.

    If the yers sessfully blocked the marauder¡¯s attack, then all the survivors would be able to live.

    But if they failed...

 Chapter 208.2: They Are The Real Warriors

    However, since there was no way to escape anywhere else, there weren¡¯t any opposing voices, and the evacuation was done quickly.

    Still, 10 survivors voluntarily stayed behind, picking up their only iron-barreled rifles and shotguns, ready to fight alongside them.

    However, Sideline cking didn¡¯t expect much from theirbat effectiveness. After all, in terms of equipment, abilities, and psychological quality, they were far inferior to those cunning hungry wolves outside.

    In the shortest possiblenguage, Sideline cking asked the guard NPC to take them to the second line of defense lest they would cause trouble to yers when they didn¡¯t understand hismand.

    All the deployments werepleted quickly, and the footsteps and loud shouts outside were getting closer.

    Pulling the pin of the smoke grenade, Sideline cking and other yers threw the smoke grenade into the open space of the factory building.

    The factory building was soon filled with smoke.

    Almost at the same time, marauders with rifles rushed in.

    Sideline cking let out a roar, threw out a lit Molotov Cocktail, grabbed the assault rifle hanging from his chest, and shot out of cover."Die motherfucker!"

    ...

    Outside the factory building.

    Listening to the sound of gunshotsing from the battery factory building, Beaver, the squad leader in charge of the operation, felt extremely heavy-hearted.

    This was supposed to be a textbook raid.

    ording to the n, they should¡¯ve ended the fight in five minutes, then spent twenty minutes packing up their spoils, and retreated quickly before enemy reinforcements arrived.

    But no one would¡¯ve expected that¡­ Those survivors would be able to hold back their attack off for more than half an hour!

    The original raid had turned into a brutal assault.

    He couldn¡¯t understand why these survivors were so tenacious. Obviously, he had left two escape routes for them, as long as they went east or west, they would be able to escape.

    Yet they didn¡¯t seem to think about escaping at all, so many of his arrangements becamepletely useless.

    What Beaver couldn¡¯t figure out the most was that he had clearly gathered two armored pickup trucks and fifty soldiers, and even broke through the wall of the factory area and entered the factory building, but those people still didn¡¯t surrender!

    What Beaver also didn¡¯t know was that the brutal battle had just begun!

    The marauder, whose arms were broken, wailed in pain, and was dragged out of the factory building by hispanions.

    Ignoring the painful expression on his face, Beaver strode forward, grabbed him by the cor, and asked, "How¡¯s the situation inside? Why haven¡¯t you dealt with them yet!"

    The wounded man was unable to say anything because of the pain.

    The marauder who dragged him out was not seriously injured, but the frightened expression on his face clearly showed that he had been scared silly

    No matter how Beaver asked, the marauder just kept repeating one sentence incoherently. "They are crazy! Those people are maniacs!"

    Beaver frowned.

    There were wounded groaning in pain all around.

    Injured marauders were constantly being carried out of the factory building.

    10 people¡­

    20 people¡­

    Explosion and gunfire continued.

    Even though their people had rushed in countless times, they could notpletely upy the entire factory building no matter what.

    As if they had lost their mind, the people inside didn¡¯t seem to be afraid of death at all.

    Even if they were shot several times, they would still try to kill one more person before they died.

    After learning about the battle situation from the mouth of one of his subordinates, Beaver felt his fingers going cold and forgot to breathe for some time.

    <em>What monsters is he fighting against?</em>

    At this time, a marauder ran from behind. "Boss, Lord Steel Teeth wants us to retreat!"

    "Retreat?!" The Beaver stared at him in disbelief, bloodshot eyes in his dted pupils, "We¡¯re about to capture this ce and you are telling me to retreat now?!"

    The marauder, who was grabbed by the cor, said with a hint of panic on his face. "This is Lord Steel Teeth¡¯s order... The enemy reinforcements are approaching and will arrive in 10 minutes if they hurry..."

    The raid had failed. Even if they captured the factory building, the remaining time would not be enough for them to retreat with supplies. Instead, they would encounter the encirclement and suppression of the enemy¡¯s main force.

    An armored pickup truck, 27 corpses, and countless wounded... Too many of them had died in the battle!

    Beaver gritted his teeth. He was not willing to give up.

    Even if he couldn¡¯t take anything away, it would make him feel much better to hang those people on the wall than just withdraw like cowards!

    However, he quickly calmed down.

    His n allowed defeat, but not disobedience.

    If he refused to carry out the order, even if he paid a heavy price to capture the factory, there would be a bullet waiting for him when he returned.

    Beaver gritted his teeth and looked at the factory building with thick smoke and the chaotic open space in front of the factory building.

    No matter how unwilling he was, he eventually still gave the order. "Withdraw!"

    ...

    It wasn¡¯t long after the explosion, Spring Water Commander received a mission to reinforce the Battery Factory and immediately rushed over with his team.

    He was probably the first to arrive.

    However, just as he saw the factory, he found that the battle was already over.

    With his heart sinking, he whispered and gestured to his teammates to spread out and approach the mission location.

    "Hopefully, we are not toote..."

    The factory area was filled with the smell of blood and scorched flesh.

    Just after crossing the gate, Spring Water Commander saw a bloody corpse not far away.

    The VM was missing from the corpse¡¯s arms. Probably, it had been taken off and gathered together by some yers. The lower body of the corpse could not be found, but the corpse looked calm before he died.

    Unable to confirm the corpse¡¯s identity, Spring Water Commander sped up with a heavy heart and stepped into the factory building.

    Following the traces of the battle, he arrived at the warehouse behind the factory building. At the door of the half-open warehouse, he saw a bloody man.

    The man¡¯s legs were gone and his bones could be seen visibly under the bloody broken trousers, but he still held a rifle in his hand. One of his eyes was half-squinted, and the other eye couldn¡¯t be opened, not knowing whether it was scratched by shrapnel, or stuck with blood.

    Spring Water Commander didn¡¯t even recognize who he was for a while, but he still hurriedly stepped forward.

    "Brother, are you alright?" As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it.

    No one would be alright in that kind of condition.

    Seeing that their reinforcement was finally here, Sideline cking chuckled, coughing out a mouthful of blood. "I¡¯m fine... It¡¯s just that thework connection is too fucking bad. I lost connection twice."

    "Wait, I¡¯ve got bandages here¡­"

    Sideline cking quickly stopped him. "Don¡¯t! It¡¯s not a minor injury. Don¡¯t waste it!"

    Spring Water Commander frowned. "You don¡¯t want to save your progress?"

    "Sigh, it¡¯s as transient as clouds.," Sideline cking sighed helplessly, "And I don¡¯t think a bundle of bandages can keep me alive all the way back to the outpost. You might as well find a ce to finish me off..."

    Just as he was about to let Spring Water Commander finish him off, his eyes suddenly fell behind the crack of the warehouse door. What he saw were many pairs of anxious eyes staring straight at him.

    <em>The game is a little too realistic sometimes...</em>

    Especially those NPCs, they were too human-like.

    So that he always had an inexplicable sense of immersion in inexplicable ces.

    <em>Speaking of which¡­ There is smoke everywhere here.</em>

    <em>It feels like I¡¯m stuck in a fire or something¡­</em>

    Swallowing his breath , Sideline cking looked at Spring Water Commander and muttered, "Let¡¯s change to another ce."

    Spring Water Commander immediately understood what he meant, and nodded his head solemnly. "Okay, I¡¯ll take you out."

    Sideline cking scolded with augh and put his hand on his exoskeleton. "Don¡¯t be so serious... Damn, it makes me feel like I¡¯m really going to die."

    Well, whatever it was, they were simply made up or some strange material.

    Three dayster, he would respawn again.

    The earlier he died, the earlier he would be able to get back into the game.

    If it weren¡¯t for the fact that he was worried that the marauders hadn¡¯t left, he would have already killed himself.

    ...

    Back in the outpost, through the hummingbird drone, Chu Guang had a panoramic view of the tragic situation in the Battery Factory.

    The survivors had been evacuated from the factory, and the evacuation continued with the help of reinforcements.

    ording to the battle report sent from the front line, the 2 teams, a total of 20 yers, responsible for the evacuation n of the survivors of the battery factory were killed! Not a single person was left!

    As for the marauders who besieged the battery factory, there were 5 teams of 10, in addition to two armored pickup trucks carrying fixed machine guns.

    After dropping nearly 30 corpses, the marauders upied the factory building for a time, but were quickly pushed back by the yers in the factory building heroically.

    "They were a group of true warriors." Liu Ding held his breath and said slowly.

    "Yes." Chu Guang, who was wearing an exoframe, nodded slightly, staring at the tactical goggles, seemingly thinking of something.

    Liu Ding looked at Chu Guang and said earnestly, "Sir, their people have suffered heavy casualties, we should give chase. The marauders stationed at the experimental base are short of supplies. We just need to surround them on the high ground, and for a week at most, they will have to surrender!"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Mhm, this is a really good idea, and this is also exactly what they are thinking I would do."

    Liu Ding was stunned for a moment, but didn¡¯t react for a while.

    Chu Guang paused for a moment, then continued. "The marauders stationed at the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base are retreating, heading towards Heavenly Water City."

    Just half a minute ago, Chu Guang received a report from the Bull and Horse Squad.

    The marauders, stationed at the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, have begun to retreat north.

    To be honest, this was also expected by Chu Guang. Otherwise, he would not have sent the Bull and Horse Squad to check the situation.

    In just one day, the two battles both in the morning and the afternoon caused the marauders to lose 20% of their personnel. Not only did they fail to grab any supplies, but they also lost an armored pickup truck.

    It was a pity that there was no vehicle that could maneuver quickly through the wastnd, otherwise, it would be a good time to pursue them.

    Chu Guang secretly sighed in his heart.

    The good news was that since the group of marauders chose to withdraw, it meant that there were probably no more reinforcements avable, and they likely wouldn¡¯te back for some time.

    They needed to recover their force and develop a new n of aggression.

    On his own side, he also gained a little time to breathe.

    Hearing that the administrator said that the group of marauders had withdrawn, Liu Ding¡¯s face was full of surprise, and then a look of joy spread. "They withdrew?! This is great!"

    Chu Guang nced at him. "Don¡¯t get too excited now. At most, we just pulled out one of the jackal¡¯s teeth. They will definitelye back again."

    The battle was definitely going to develop into arger conflict.

    Thetter was the key to solving all problems.

    Arge wave of refugees was approaching, and they were muchrger in numbers than those stationed outside Longevity Town.

    Food, water, shelter, and warmth for those people would be a big problem for Chu Guang once he epted them into the settlement.

    The evacuation of the second group of survivors could not begin until the first group of survivors had been settled in.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    There was still a lot of trouble waiting for Chu Guang to solve.

    Also¡­ The most important thing for him was that he was actually running out of silver coins¡­

 Chapter 209.1: Second Generation Currency, Medal System

    Well, that wasn¡¯t to say that Chu Guang was running out of money.

    As a game developer, how could he be short of money? He just needed to move his finger and change a few values, and money wouldn¡¯t be a problem for him again.

    The foreign currencies such as Boulder Town¡¯s chips, Enterprise¡¯s CR, and the Army¡¯s Dinar were another matter. In terms of silver coins, it was really just a number to Chu Guang.

    He could give out as much as he wanted, as long as it was needed.

    Of course, in order to prevent hyperintion, he still asked Little Seven to help make a report, to count the production and material consumption of the shelter on a monthly basis, and to make a budget table in a nned way to ensure that Shelter 404, their growing organization, could run smoothly.

    The problem was that while silver coins could be issued at will, he no longer had enough physical currency!

    At first, because there was no shortage, Chu Guang adopted a method simr to that of Boulder Town, using coins as an equivalent exchange.

    The coins they were using were simr to chips. Its surface texture and pattern were recognizable to a certain extent, and the exclusive currency and logo design had a strong regionality. In addition, it could only be found in a specific video game city, and this game city was just located outside Clearspring City. Since it had been used on a small scale, it was unlikely to be picked up by scavengers from other areas.

    And most importantly, the coin had a special design, and like Boulder Town¡¯s chips, it had a certain anti-counterfeiting mechanism.With the production process in the wastnd, it was definitely not worthwhile to make an identical one.

    However, the shoring of the currency was also obvious. The inability to reproduce meant that it couldn¡¯t be issued at will.

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t cut one out with maically confined sma. That cost would be too high if he really tried something like that.

    Whether it was the inert gas used as a cutting fluid or the fusion battery that powered the equipment, it was considered a nonrenewable source in the wastnd, the more he used them, the less he would have.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    When he ran out of both, only God knew when it would be avable again.

    But fortunately, Chu Guang gained level B2 permission of the shelter back then and found the VMs piled up in the warehouse. Heter implemented currency electronization through the VM, recovered some of the currency from the yers, and solved some of his problems.

    However, with the influx of new yers and the gradual flow of silver coins into the hands of the surrounding survivors, his hundreds of thousands of coins were evaporating at the speed of light recently, and there were only a few thousand left!

    No matter what, he would need to pay the survivors with physical currency the next month as he couldn¡¯t possibly write an IOU to them.

    It would be hrious if he had piles and piles of resources in his warehouse but he failed to pay their wages!

    Therefore, the issuance of the second-generation currency was imperative!

    At present, the gold reserves of the outpost were about 500 kilograms, and the silver reserves were rtively high, reaching 4,000 kilograms; so he could try to make some precious metal currencies. ?

    The problem, however, was that precious metals in the wastnd were not scarce, and this could be seen from the Army¡¯s gold standard mary policy.

    The weight of a Dinar was 9 grams, and the content of gold was about 4 to 5 grams. In the current market, buying a strong non-instant clone ve would require 1000 to 2000 Dinar, in other words, 8 to 10 kilograms of gold.

    A brigademander could pay a ransom of 200,000 Dinar, which was equivalent to a ton of gold. If that was calcted ording to the price of the yers¡¯ world, it would probably be worth hundreds of millions!

    Obviously, the gold reserves of the pre-war society in the wastnd world were not of the same order of magnitude as the gold reserves in the yers¡¯ world. It was at least ten times or even more than a hundred times more, and the per capita holdings were even more iparable.

    Otherwise, a brigademander would not be able to take out a full ton of gold.

    Therefore, the precious metal standard was difficult to work on the wastnd, and it was diametrically opposite to that on Earth.

    The Army chose to solve this problem with quantity, relying on quantity to support value.

    Enterprise on the other hand used a pure credit currency. It used banknotes with a high anti-counterfeiting mechanism, which was simr to the mainstream currency system of various countries in the yers¡¯ world, and it was convenient to adjust the money supply at any time. The reason why Ideal City¡¯s financial industry was developed was also inseparable from the loose mary policy.

    However, that also led to CR¡¯s purchasing power and influence, which was always erratic outside the East Coast.

    Even Enterprise¡¯s caravans preferred to barter, and some even preferred the Dinar of the Army over a pile of colorful paper.

    After all, in their industrial system, gold was still somewhat useful, but the supply was a little bigger, so it was not worth much.

    In fact, no matter which route he chose, there was no optimal solution, but only the option that best fit the needs of the moment.

    After some trade-offs, Chu Guang synthesized some ideas put forward by yers on the forum during discussions and exchanges, and added a certain scarcity attribute to currency under the premise of adopting a credit-based currency system.

    The currency of the second generation would still follow the setting of silver coins, but it was no longer the silver coins found outside, but silver coins designed and minted by the shelter.

    The new silver coins would have a tentative weight of 10 grams, were made of 90% silver and 10% copper, and were circted with banknotes that represented 100 silver coins.

    As for copper coins, cirction would be gradually suspended until they werepletely withdrawn from the market.

    Old yers could pay electronically, but new yers and most NPCs couldn¡¯t, nor could the wastnders and passing caravans.

    The new version of the currency was mainlyunched for those people!

    At the same time, in order to prevent the value of silver coins from seriously exceeding the value of the metal itself, Chu Guang intended to actively inte it by around 50% within 2 game versions.

    The specific n was to increase the purchase and sale prices of NPC shops for agricultural products, prey, garbage, and other raw materials while maintaining the same resurrection fee, and raising the smallest transaction unit to more than 1 silver coin.

    As for weapons, bullets, and other industrial products, prices would remain unchanged.

    Since the establishment of the new industrial zone, the cost of industrial products has dropped significantly, just to offset some of the impacts of intion.

    Allowing more yers to consume bullets and better weapons was also a disguised enhancement.

    At the same time, with the increase in raw materials, the wages of NPCs and the basic ie of yers¡¯ missions would also increase with the trend, and the prey that hunters captured would almost double the value in the new version.

    After all, those were considerations to bnce the ie gap between different gameys and professions.

    ...

 Chapter 209.2: Second Generation Currency, Medal System

    In the new industrial area.

    In the corner of the abandoned tire factory, in the brick building next to the guard post, arge number of scrapped parts were disyed here, some of which had been assembled into usable machines.

    Several workers wearing fur clothes were adding a special alkaline sizing agent to arge pot of pulp made from nt fibers such as cotton and linen.

    Production was in full swing.

    In the wooden box next to it, a batch of products had been produced.

    Those paper had a linen-gray color in natural conditions and a slight bluish tinge when exposed to light. The main reason for this was that the Blue Umbre Mushroom was dried and ground into the pulp.

    Chu Guang also did not expect that the mushrooms that he kept at the bottom of the warehouse for a long time would actuallye in handy.

    Standing beside the box, Chu Guang held a piece of paper cut into squares in his hand. After rubbing it between his index finger and thumb for a while, he looked at the old man standing beside him to ask, "How many sheets of this can you produce in a day?"

    After hearing the question from the administrator, the old man replied respectfully, "Sir, in addition to Blue Umbre Mushroom, a special kind oftle is needed to produce this paper. Although this is not an umon thing, it is difficult to find in winter. If the supply of raw materials is sufficient, we can produce about 500 kilograms a day."The old man¡¯s name was Wu Mu, from a settlement of survivors in the middle of the River Valley Province. He joined Jiu Li and the others halfway, and came to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City with the other refugees.

    Before bing a refugee, he made a living as a papermaker.

    The profession of a papermaker was quite rare in the wastnd, after all, paper wasn¡¯t something valuable.

    Even if cash ounted for less than 1% of transactions in the days of the Federation of People, there was still an astronomical amount of legacy banknotes that survived.

    Survivors in the wastnd have been burning it for more than two hundred years, but there were still a lot of them left.

    In addition, there were educational facilities such as libraries, schools, and bookshelves in private houses. Those acid-free papers made from synthetic fibers were like stic and couldst for a long time.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Some survivors would even make paper bullets out of the banknotes of pre-war society, or shredded paper into fibers, recing cotton as the lining of clothing or bedding.

    When Jiu Li heard that Chu Guang needed a papermaker, he immediately rmended the old man named Wu Mu to him. And this old man named Wu Mu did not disappoint Chu Guang.

    In less than a week, he used the yer¡¯s recycled parts and equipment to create simple paper-making equipment.

    Using a special alkaline sizing agent and a recipe handed down from his ancestors, the paper made by Wu Mu felt almost the same as the banknotes yers picked up from the wastnd as toilet paper.

    So much so that Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but wonder what his ancestors did for a living...

    After a slight cough, Chu Guang said, "500 kilograms is enough."

    A banknote would weigh about 1 gram.

    After the printing problem was solved, 500 kilograms of paper was enough for him to issue 500,000 banknotes!

    Chu Guang continued after a short pause, "I will find someone to solve the problem of raw materials. After this batch of products is produced, there is no need to rush to produce the next batch. Before resuming production, I need you to solve a key problem."

    With that said, Chu Guang took out a thread thinner than a hair from his pocket and put it in Wu Mu¡¯s hand.

    After scrutinizing the thin line for a while, the expression on the old man¡¯s face instantly showed a surprised expression.

    "Is this... Is this devil¡¯s silk?!"

    That was something much rarer than Blue Umbre Mushroom!

    "Yes," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "since you know it, then I won¡¯t go into details about its features. I need you to find a way to imnt it into the paper, whether it¡¯s by weaving or by pressing it into the paper directly during the paper-making process. There is only one requirement, and that is to be able to reflect part of the characteristics of Devil Silk on the paper. I will say it bluntly, this is mainly used for anti-counterfeiting.¡±

    A troubled look appeared on Wu Mu¡¯s face. After a moment of hesitation, he said solemnly. "Sir, I have never tried this kind of thing before... So I can¡¯t promise you that I can do it, I can only say that I¡¯ll try my best."

    Chu Guang said. "Mhm, you try all the methods you can think of first. If you really can¡¯t solve it, I¡¯ll think of other ways."

    After exining the matter, Chu Guang turned around and walked outside the house.

    But when Chu Guang walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something. Stopping, he turned and looked back at the old man. "By the way, who else but you know how to make paper like this?"

    The old man said immediately. "I personally added the proportions and key additives of the pulpponents. In addition to the detailed proportions written in the form you have, I¡¯m the only one who knows what materials are used and how much is used!"

    Chu Guang nced at him approvingly. "Very good, I hope you keep it that way. Also, I don¡¯t want someone else to create something exactly like us somewhere else, you know what I mean?"

    The old man swore with a nervous expression. "Don¡¯t worry, sir, I promise you that this secret will die with me."

    Chu Guang nodded. "I would hope so."

    It was impossible to expect the form to bepletely secret. There was no technical threshold for something like that, and it was likely to be discovered after a little research.

    However, there was a certain scarcity of the Blue Umbre Mushroom, and it couldn¡¯t be artificially synthesized or cultivated with technology in the post-war era. It was even sold in Boulder Town, and the price was not cheap.

    Moreover, Devil Silk wasn¡¯t easy to obtain as well.

    Combined with these two things, even if there was no watermark anti-counterfeiting technology as powerful as the technology of Enterprise, it could ensure that the people who were going to make counterfeit banknotes would not be able to profit much.

    Whether it was banknotes or coins, they were mainly prepared for NPCs.

    As for the yers...

    Of course, it was still more convenient to pay electronically.

    ...

    On the official website forum.

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>Chaowei Battery Factory, Hope Mountain Cooperative, Home of Scavengers, Highway Town, and Winter Willow Camp, a total of more than 600 survivors have been transferred to New United Gas Station, the first phase of the evacuation n was aplete sess! Thank you for your sincere cooperation!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Event: </strong>Longevity Town Prosperity +200 (Current status: 360) due to the imminent move-in of arge number of refugees<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>In recognition of the outstanding contributions of 20 yers such as Sideline cking¡­ Shelter 404 will award them with a Silver Shield Medal. The electronic version of the medal has been updated into your ount. After the physical version of the medal is released, it can be imed with the mission reward<strong> ]</strong>

    <strong>[Silver Shield Medal: </strong>Unlock bypleting a defense mission on Epic difficulty. (Contribution points + 500, Longevity Town prestige + 1000)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Xiaoyu: </strong>In order to celebrate the arrival of the Alpha 1.0 version, Bank 404 is about to issue its second-generation currency. We are collecting ideas for the new currency patterns. If adopted, there will be mysterious gifts! Everyone is wee to submit their ideas!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Xia Yan: </strong>Light weapons upgrade! The weapon store will soon release a light machine gun suitable for medium and long-range suppression, and a submachine gun for close-quarters street fighting. For more details, please stay tuned!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Luca:</strong> Arge number of refugees are approaching, and we are running out of food, I hope everyone can reduce food wastage.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Today¡¯s rmended recipe: </strong>Boiled shofar potatoes, green wheat porridge<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: Medal?! Wait, does this mean, there will be physical medals in the future?!!

    Quit Smoking: Holy shit! The soldier¡¯s profession has been enhanced at an epic level! Fortunately, I took up soldiering as my second profession! (Smiling)

    Escaping Mole: Collecting enthusiasts must be ecstatic! Doesn¡¯t this deserve an Alpha 0.91 update?

    Night Ten: Ample Time is awesome! ( ?

    Ample Time: What does it have to do with me? (Roll eyes)

    Yaya: By the way, the rmended recipe today is very nd. Is it even enough for the administrator? (*¡¯¡¤v¡¤)

    Irene: Maybe the administrator has eaten too much fish and meat recently, so he ns to try something different this time. ( ?

    Night Ten: Dawn: Huh? How did you know what I was thinking? ( ?

    The topics on the forum were mainly focused on the uing Alpha 1.0 version and theunch of the medal system.

    As for the new weapons that Xia Yan was about to release, nobody seemed to care.

    After all, the barrel and receiver were all made by Steel nt 81. The two factory directors were spamming on the forum every day, and exchanging the production process of seamless steel pipes with someizens who were much more capable than that god damn Mosquito.

    They already knew what the new weapons would be on the shelves, and the only suspense was probably the name of the weapon.

    Last time, it was LD-47 (Sickle), so what name would they give this time?

    <em>They won¡¯t call it Hammer now, will they?</em>

    ...

    In addition to the serious discussion threads, there were also those who were making fun of Sideline cking.

    Worrying that the teammates who went to the forum to wait for the respawning cooldown could not find a home, Eye Owe Money opened a special post and tagged everyone.

    - Time to im your reward! The result for today¡¯s death lotto draw is¡­ Twenty! Unfortunately, I guessed six, which is still too conservative. But it doesn¡¯t matter, because no one guessed it correctly, so the result is a draw! A world where no one loses money is achieved.( ?

    Makka Pakka: Hahaha, a morgue team confirmed! Wait no, what the fuck?! I¡¯m dead too!

    Construction Boy: Damn it! I was having such fun using the machine gun to sweep those marauders, but then I lost my connection! I didn¡¯t even get to finish the free ammunition given by the mission! (Angry)

    Eye Owe Money: It¡¯s okay. I finished them for you. ( ?

    Construction Boy: That¡¯s mine!

    Sideline cking: Hey guys, sorry for not being able to bring you back to the outpost alive.

    Sideline cking felt like he was really torn apart when he said that.

    The first time he led the team was to fight with mutant humans on No. 76 street.

    From then on, as long as he was the captain, the mission would not be smooth, and he often suffered 10,000 tons of critical damage. Some people even ridiculed him, saying that next time, he should just wear a gas mask and cosy the <em>Death Korps of Krieg</em>. But he himself always felt that he must have been targeted by the developers. Otherwise, why would his team always suffer?

    Fortunately, his teammates did not me him.

    Eye Owe Money: It¡¯s alright, I feel much better seeing you waiting for the respawning CD on the forum too.

    Spring Water Commander: <em>Pat head</em>. You did your best.

    Drumhead Washing Machine: Hahaha, +1, what¡¯s the big deal? How can you not die when you y games? Our Makka Pakka has died so many times already, but he¡¯s still smiling all day.

    Makka Pakka: Screw you! What do you mean so many times? I was deliberately nerfed by the developers, alright!

    Construction Boy: Light: nder me one more time, I¡¯ll do it again.

    Makka Pakka: @#%!

    The dead yers were still making shit posts on the forum, but the smart yers had already started to design patterns.

    No matter what the mysterious gift Xiaoyu said was, this was an opportunity to design game currency!

    If adopted, wouldn¡¯t they enter the Hall of Fame?

    In the future, all the yers on the server would use the currency designed by them, which was awesome whenever they thought about it!

    ...

    On the road to the south of Heavenly Water City, a 100 man force was retreating.

    Because they came in a hurry and left in a hurry, everyone looked tired and sat listlessly in the truck.

    Also sitting in the truck, the man with only a tuft of hair on his head had a gloomy expression on his face.

    Opposite him sat Yu, Beaver, Iron Knee, and other squad leaders who lowered their heads and looked at the mud on their boots with their bodies trembling heavily at the moment. All of them were afraid to breathe.

    Kevin, sitting next to Steel Teeth,forted him. "At least we annihted one of their elites, and the situation is not as bad as imagined."

    Steel Teeth gritted his teeth and growled, "Why do they also have the Army¡¯s weapons?"

    "It¡¯s not surprising to see the Army¡¯s weapons here. What you should worry about is that they not only have the Army¡¯s weapons but also have their own standard weapons."

    Looking at the seized assault rifle in his hand, Kevin, who didn¡¯t take the victory or defeat to his heart, had a look of interest in his eyes.

    The design of the rifle was very clever. Especially the casing structure, which was very simple, retro, even.

    However, it was surprisingly durable.

    The Army¡¯s assault rifle adopted a simr design idea, but the number of assault rifles in the army was not toorge, and it was generally issued to elite troops or squad leaders.

    In the Army, arge number of light infantry filling the front line and attacking the enemy line were mainly using long bays and bolt-action rifles, and the supporting firepower was mainly provided by one or two machine gunners.

    After all, the lifespan of a clone infantryman on the front line was too short. Let alone an automatic rifle, giving them an extra pack of bullets would be considered a waste.

    If they had a production capacity that would ignore that kind of wastage, it was much better to produce two more shells for the artillery units.

    "If they can stamp receivers, that means they can also stamp bullet casings... This thing is much more powerful than an iron-barreled rifle."

    Hearing Kevin¡¯s words, Steel Teeth frowned. "Is there any difference?"

    The Bonechewer n could also imitate the Army¡¯s ammunition and weapons; although less efficient, they had a sufficient number of ves.

    In addition to taking over arge amount of the Army¡¯s inventory, and having the support of the Torch Church, he didn¡¯t think it was something impressive to be able to make weapons.

    It was only a matter of time before their main force crushed those ants!

    However, since that was something that his staff officer said, Steel Teeth still took it seriously.

    Kevin nodded and said sinctly. "Yes, and the difference is huge."

    Looking out of the truck and gazing towards the south, the man with the bulging nose bridge narrowed his eyes slightly. "It means they already have some industrial capability, if only a little."

    "These people are not easy to deal with!"

 Chapter 210.1: Sudden Blizzard

    Even without Kevin¡¯s reminder, Steel Teeth knew that the group they were facing wouldn¡¯t be easy to deal with.

    Two consecutive battles in one day, and two consecutive losses. It took out nearly forty of his men, a quarter of his ammunition, and a light pickup truck.

    If they didn¡¯t retreat, probably even the rest of the people would¡¯ve died!

    Just when Steel Teeth took the remnant force to escape the northern suburbs of Clearspring City at dusk, the yers who just went offline were still discussing the Medal System introduced by the soft update.

    In fact, the setting of medals had also existed before. After each battle waspleted, the outstanding team or individual could get one.

    However, that kind of medal did not have a physical entity, and the disy on the website¡¯s personal page was just a number, not even a pattern.

    Having specific medal styles, and also physical medals in the game like what was introduced in the update was actually a first time event in Wastnd Online!

    It was the proof of victory in an epic battle after all. It was much better than those paid skins in other games.

    At this time, many yers were surprised to find that the medals they had received before were all upgraded to a gear-shaped icon after the server announcement.A closer look showed that the total number of teeth on the inner and outer rings was exactly 404, and after selecting the medal, there would be a line of description.

    <strong> [This is where we begin!]</strong>

    The medal system had been overhauled. However, basic medals only seemed to have added patterns and a collection value, and a version number attached. There was still no physical entity, and it was only an electronic version. The change seemed to be just to distinguish it from the special medals.

    But even so, for the vast majority of Combat Profession yers, it could be regarded as a pleasant surprise.

    What if the gamepany changed their mind in the future? For example, adding an in-game physical medal to a previously issued medal, or unlocking a hidden achievement when the number of medals was reached.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    It was not impossible!

    Spring Water Commander: I got it! The Gear medal of the normal campaign is the most basic medal, so there is only an electronic version and not a physical one!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Additionally, the condition for unlocking the Shield medal is to obtain the final victory in the defense mission of epic difficulty!

    Quit Smoking: Wait, that is to say, there are simr achievements in attacking, supporting, or raiding missions? (Surprise)

    Athlete Foot: I¡¯m going to take a blind guess. Since there are silver medals, there should be bronze medals, gold medals, and diamond medals¡­

    Bathroom Goer: Let¡¯s have master and grandmaster medals, or we will not get used to it.

    Eye Owe Money: Do you think there will be a military rank system in the future? (Smiling)

    Escaping Mole: This is unlikely. It¡¯s possible if there are many people, but it doesn¡¯t seem necessary if there are only a few yers. Besides, there is already an identity system. Creating a separate military rank system for the soldier profession will make many yers want to take up the soldier profession. But, it is still rmended that the developers can add amand skill to the skill proficiency, so that its level can be increased like shooting and fighting. In this way, it¡¯s easier to find people who are good at leading a team. Otherwise, once there are more yers in the future, those newbies who don¡¯t know how tomand would take up the leader and lead yers to their deaths or god knows where. (Sighs) ?

    Irene: I suspect you¡¯re trying to insinuate that brother Pubg is trash... ( ?

    Midnight Pubg: (Surprised_pikachu_face.jpg)

    Construction Boy: Hahaha, it makes sense. People like me who don¡¯t like responsibilities don¡¯t like to lead a team at all. It is much easier to follow other people¡¯s orders. So those people who often lead a team should indeed be given some rewards. But then again, it shouldn¡¯t be too much. Otherwise, it will affect the bnce.

    Night Ten: Devs: Yes, yes, you are right. I¡¯ll copy your idea now. ( ?

    ...

    That night, after the offline peak.

    After returning to the shelter, Chu Guang nced at the discussion thread about medals in the forum.

    When he reached the first reply of Night Ten, Chu Guangughed.

    <em>Copy?</em>

    <em>So short-sighted!</em>

    <em>Shouldn¡¯t yers be grateful when developers hear their voices? If I don¡¯t read a single post, you guys would still be using the contribution points as money!</em>

    Arge part of the contribution points and regional prestige actually came from military merit, so it is indeed inappropriate to set an additional military rank. Chu Guang stroked his chin and said after thinking for a long time.

    <em>...However, the proficiency ofmand skills really needs to be added.</em>

    After copying and pasting Escaping Mole¡¯s post into the document, Chu Guang added a line of remarks.

    <strong>[Change: </strong>Skill Proficiency added Command. Themand skill proficiency obtained by the yer in the game will be calcted based on the battle difficulty level, scale, casualties, and War Score.<strong>]</strong>

    Soon, he would ask Little Seven to help design a calction form, which could be considered to enrich the team leader¡¯s gaming experience.

    After all, as many yers said in the forum, leading a team was a very troublesome thing. If everything went well, it would be to everyone¡¯s credit. But if someone went wrong, it would always be the team leader¡¯s fault.

    The proficiency of themand skill would be able to intuitively reflect a yer¡¯s organizational ability.

    When a good leader organized a team, other yers would rush to join in; whereas a bad team leader would often end up not having enough people, and eventually be automatically eliminated by the system. Moreover, after the shit leader was gone, a new team leader would be selected by votes.

    In the future, yers with a highmand skill level and multiple medals would be the resources that the big guildpeted for, or they would be the guild leaders themselves.

    That would also be a hidden benefit for those yers.

    After reading the suggestion posts, Chu Guang turned to the fandom section of the forum, intending to see how everyone was doing with the open tender he put out for the design of the medals.

    What surprised him was that many people had already sent in their designs!

    "How did they all submit their designs so fast?" Chu Guang was curious. But when he clicked on a post and saw the content inside, he almost spat at them.

    The genius poster simply just put Chu Guang¡¯s face on the silver coin!

    They didn¡¯t put a portrait from the side either, but one that was taken from the very front!

    Actually, he couldn¡¯t help but to admit that the portrait of him was quite good, which actually increased the value of silver coins by a lot.

    On the other hand, because of the uncanny simrity, Chu Guang even felt that people would not have a problem finding him if they saw the coin.

    "My goodness, does this guy want to get me killed?" Being too showy in the wastnd was not a good thing. After all, there were far more lunatics than normal people in this world.

    <em>Good portrait!</em>

    <em>But be a little bit smarter next time¡­</em>

    Chu Guang thought to himself that maybe when the Federation of People was revived and the wastnd era ended, it would be fine for him toe back and im the credit. As for now, it was better to stay low-key.

    In addition to the drawing of his head, there were some strange designs. Some people drew Xiaoyu, and some drew Yaya and Teng Teng... Well, those were the more normal submissions. In terms of those abnormal submissions, Chu Guang almost wanted to lock their posts and ban their ounts.

    After browsing around, Chu Guang found that the most reliable person was actually Escaping Mole.

    Since the dude was banned from speaking the previous time, he has thoroughly repented his misdeeds and stopped drawing ero Doujin. Instead, he started to draw some seriously meaningful stuff of high quality and great depth; such as the silver coins.

    In his design, the silver coin had an artistic "N" on the front that looked the same as the number "1" in the game.

    On the back were the ws of a Cracklew Crab, which outlined an "F" around the edge of the coin, and the neat rows of lines looked like a forked olive branch.

    The edge of the coin was designed with anti-counterfeiting teeth, with 202 thick teeth and 202 thin teeth, adding up to 404 teeth. The spacing was very small, which increased the difficulty of counterfeiting.

    Since a silver coin weighed 10 grams, 100 silver coins were equivalent to 1 kilogram. Even if someone copied the material, craftsmanship, and sessfully counterfeited silver coins, they would be quickly discovered when they were in cirction.

    The guards would check the silver coins carried by everyone who entered the survivor¡¯s settlement, and the follow-up market would also increase inspections and other supervisors. Therefore, it was almost impossible to bring arge number of counterfeit silver coins into the survivor¡¯s settlement under Shelter 404.

    "404, Not Found, River Crab[1]¡­ Not bad." Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up after reading the post, and he immediately marked the post.

    The overall design was atmospheric and beautiful, the elements wereplete but notplicated, and there was a certain threshold for manufacturing.

    If he didn¡¯t find a better design when he woke up the next day, he would use the mole¡¯s design.

    ...

    The next morning.

    The yers of Shelter 404 poured out of the nursing home one after another in the early morning sun.

    Almost as soon as the first yers reached the surface, everyone on the server received a notification.

    <strong>[Server announcement: </strong>Congrattions to yer, Escaping Mole, for having his second-generation currency design n adopted by the official bank of Shelter 404!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Because the yer chose to announce the achievement, this achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame]</strong>

    When the yers who were standing in the square saw the notifications, a sense of envy filled their hearts in an instant.

    "Damn it! This isn¡¯t fair!"

    "That¡¯s right! It¡¯s too shady! I even drew the administrator¡¯s portrait, but it didn¡¯t pass!"

    "Damn it, I let a stinky rodent win Xiaoyu¡¯s mysterious gift!"

    The real rat. Make Me, who just came out of the nursing home, raised his head in confusion when he heard people scolding a rat.

    "Huh? Are you talking about me?"

    Shit Names Left yelled, "We aren¡¯t talking about you! We are talking about the mole!"

    "???"

    Unable to bear it anymore, Escaping Mole finally shouted, "Hey! Screw you all! Do you all even have a bit of conscience? I have covered all the elements in my design n, so why would my design not be selected?"

    Failed Sessfully snorted at the side, "I don¡¯t care! As long as my design wasn¡¯t selected, there must be something shady going on behind the scenes!"

    "@#%!"

    ...

    1. River crab is the homonym of the word "Censorship",

    404, not found, and River Crabs are the words Chineseizens used to talk about censorship. ?

 Chapter 210.2: Sudden Blizzard

    Although lucky people would always be envied and hated by unlucky ones, everyone was still curious about what the mysterious gift was.

    Surrounded by a group of people, Escaping Mole came to the door of the bank and unlocked the legendary mysterious gift from Xiaoyu.

    "Thank you, thank you for your contribution to everyone at the shelter!" Xiaoyu, who stood up from behind the counter, thanked him earnestly.

    The unexpected bow made Escaping Mole panic. Only those who were thanked by other people this way knew what it felt like.

    "You¡¯re wee, you¡¯re wee. It¡¯s nothing really..."

    Of course, the so-called mysterious gift was not just a simple thank you. After that, Xiaoyu found a golden coin from the drawer and handed it to him..

    The coin was uniquely styled, with a letter "¦Á" painted on the front and the number 1 next to it, as if tomemorate the end of Alpha 1.0.

    On the back was the gate of the shelter. The pattern was exactly the same as the previously updated medal on the website.

    "This is where we begin!" Mole suddenly had a glimpse of realization. <em>Perhaps this was the second-generation currency that the gamepany originally intended to use. </em>

    He, who realized this, felt an indescribable emotion. His actions had actually changed the game, although only a tiny bit...

    The yers who were around rubbernecking did not have so many psychological activities. Seeing that there were no other rewards, they dispersed in dissatisfaction.

    "Tsk, I thought the mysterious gift would be some kind of precious reward, but it turns out to be just amemorative coin."

    "There isn¡¯t even any attribute bonus. Boring."

    Hearing their short-sighted remarks, Escaping Mole rolled his eyes at the group of yers. "You know shit!"

    <em>How can this kind of out-of-printmemorative coin, which only one was issued in the whole server, be the same as a generalmemorative coin? In the future when there will be more public beta testers, as long as the gamepany does not issue this kind of coin again, the value of this coin can be worth a room of silver coins! How can the collection value of this kind of coin be summed up to be a merememorative coin?</em>

    Carefully putting the coin in his pocket, Escaping Mole nned to put it in the warehouseter on and keep it well hidden. He wanted to padlock it in order to keep it safe.

    That would be his lucky coin from now on. And no matter how much it would be worth in the future, he would not sell it!

    ...

    A new day began with the warehouse manager¡¯s order list and daily missions.

    The yers who received the missions all carried their weapons or tools and set out for the wastnd under the rising sun.

    But¡­

    They were only a small portion of yers.

    Just when some of the yers started to work, some of the yers were currently blocked in the underground of the nursing home.

    In front of the elevator leading to the surface, a long queue had already lined up from the door of the elevator to the door of the shelter!

    Looking at the crowd in front of the elevator, Yaya couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "There are too many people."

    With her cat ears twitching on her head, Sesame Paste, who was also queuing beside her, sighed softly, "I almost began to develop some social phobia."

    Tail not far from the side stared at the cat ears for a long time, and wanted to reach out to grab it, but was stopped by Sisi.

    Spring Water Commander, who was wearing his exoskeleton, stretched his neck and looked ahead. "Can you guys hurry up?! I¡¯m in a hurry to charge my equipment!" He couldn¡¯t help shouting impatiently.

    The people at the front of the line originally wanted to ignore him, but when they saw his equipment, they immediately yelled back aggressively.

    Zhang Hai snorted, "Hurry up? How? You think I want to waste my time here?"

    Elf Wang: "That¡¯s right! Do you think you are the only one who thinks that the elevator is slow?! I can only y this game 16 hours a day at most, but this queue already wasted half an hour of my gaming time!"

    Quit Bullshit, who was carrying the fishing gear, was instantly shocked when he heard this. "What the fuck?! 16 hours? Are you okay buddy? Don¡¯t you need some help?"

    <em>Why would someone y a fishing simtor for 16 hours?!</em>

    Elf Wang gave him a strange look. "WHat do you think? Isn¡¯t it the most basic routine toplete all the warehouse missions after finishing all the daily missions? If you don¡¯t work hard, how do you have the money to buy a gun, how can you increase your gic sequence level, and how can you get stronger? To be honest, 16 hours is too little for me. The gamepany should remove the fatigue value setting!"

    Darkest, who was standing next to him, heard it and couldn¡¯t help shaking his head. "Man, you are crazy! You should seek help immediately.¡¯¡¯

    <em>It¡¯s just a game. Is it really necessary to y it for 16 hours?</em>

    Although he was also online 16 hours a day recently...

    ...

    Standing on the third floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang and Little Seven overlooked the bustling hustle and bustle of the square.

    Although he didn¡¯t hear theints from the yers under the elevator, Chu Guang could already feel the pressure from the increased number of yers on the server from the long queue.

    Fortunately, he still reserved some space, and did not open the remaining 300 nurturing cabins.

    Otherwise, with 1,100 people, the scene would be terrifying to just think about!

    Little Seven raised the camera and looked at Chu Guang who was standing beside it. "Master, Little Seven feels that the elevator¡¯s capacity is not enough."

    Chu Guang nodded, feeling the same. "Indeed, we have to find a way to improve it."

    Although thebyrinth on level B3 had diverted a group of yers, there were still four or five hundred people queuing up in front of the only elevator leading to the underground during the peak hours of yers going online and offline every day.

    At the most exaggerated time, the queue could even line up from the front of the elevator to the door of the airlock room.

    In fact, it was actually not surprising to have congestion that bad. Even if the elevator could lift 20 people per trip, it would take more than 20 round trips to deliver all the yers in the queue to the surface.

    In fact, if yers brought equipment, the limit of a trip may be about 12 to 15 people.

    If it wasn¡¯t for saving the character¡¯s progress, many yers would simply live outside.

    Now, Chu Guang had two options. One was to dismantle the nursing home, make a hole where it was, and build arger elevator that could transport more than 100 people at a time.

    Another solution was to abandon the elevator and dig a slope several hundred meters long, which was nted from the ground to the door of the shelter.

    However, the requirements for those solutions were rather high. Whether it was to demolish the nursing home and drill a hole with a depth of 20 to 30 meters, or to dig a basement entrance hundreds of meters long¡­ It was not an easy task.

    There seemed to be only one feasible way at the moment, and that was to build a few more clone nurturing cabins and send them to the surface, so that the shelter would be a real resurrection point, and the save point would be ced on the surface.

    At present, 67 clone nurturing cabins have been produced. Apart from 30 that were allocated to the industrial area, all of which had been sent to Longevity Town.

    Chu Guang intended to increase the quota of clone nurturing cabins in Longevity Town to 100 units before the next version, as a public save point for yers.

    As for whether there was a more convenient way to archive their progress¡­ To be honest, Chu Guang also hoped to have such a method, but unfortunately, there was no better solution at present.

    Although scanning and recording the development progress of gic sequences sounded easy, it was actually a veryplicated process, because it involved a popr and cutting-edge research field in DNA research, epigics.

    The mainstream view was that humans had 20,000 to 30,000 genes, but not all of those genes were expressed. Most of them were likemented-out code in aputer program.

    How to selectively express specific genes to produce the traits people needed was actually moreplicated than simply modifying a specific gene.

    Although the genes stored in the shelter were all selected from the gene pools of pre-war civilizations, it was clear that even the first administrator did not have the means to fully express these genes.

    If it could be done, it was at least a singrity level technology.

    However, although the first administrator did notplete the job, he provided his sessor with a fairly solid solution before his death.

    That was, to let clones evolve actively under natural selection, and then record the selection and expression process of their DNA through scientific means, and simte this process in the next clone synthesis. This process would repeat again and again until it finally approached the final 100%.

    The scanning principle of the clone nurturing cabin was the same as that of the nurturing cabin. It needed to search and retrieve the cells of the whole body, and this would take about 3 to 5 hours, which could bepleted just when the clone was sleeping.

    As such, it was still impossible to save their progress anytime and anywhere.

    Fortunately, the scanning function was not very energy-intensive rtive to the synthesis of clones, so the power rating of the clone nurturing cabin was much lower than the nurturing cabin.

    Just one 100KW generator would be enough to meet the operation of 100 clone nurturing cabins, which could be said to be quite economical.

    "We don¡¯t have enough electricity. The industrial area is a big power consumer. We have to find a way to solve the energy problem!"

    It was unrealistic to make a fusion generator, and fusion batteries were too expensive and non-rechargeable. The fuel rods were durable, but they were hard to find, and there was no way to steal the electricity from the shelter.

    The best generator currently avable was the wood-powered generator. After all, the wastndcked everything, but not wood.

    Since Mosquito and his buddy were already able to make a steam engine, Chu Guang felt that it should not be a big problem for them to make a portable steam engine if they worked a little harder.

    In fact, the light trucks of the Army also used portable steam engines. They could be powered with just wood, which was very convenient. Lifestyle Profession yers in the new industrial area were already working on imitations, and it was said that they already had some ideas.

    "Hopefully before the next Bonechewer n invasion, they will be able toplete it." Chu Guang intended to set two small goals for the yers.

    One was to build a 1MW-ss thermal power station in the new industrial area, outpost base, and Longevity Town respectively, entering the electric age.

    The other was to solve the problem of the engine and be able to produce the vehicle independently.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    Even if it was not to make the entire motorized unit immediately, at least, there should be a few more trucks in the outpost.

    There were four transport lines, but only nine trucks were avable. If he needed to send troops to a slightly farther ce, he still needed to borrow the vehicles from the industrial area in advance.

    Their capacity was a bit too limited.

    Sitting on the third floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang peeked at his yers through a Hummingbird drone.

    Among them, the Bull and Horse Squad had started a new round of raids on the Greenhouse Ruins, and the current progress had reached level B5, which was very close to the end.

    Escaping Mole¡¯s team also entered the greenhouse ruin, but their raid was pushing upward instead of downward. Their current progress was on the third floor, and there were still two floors left to clear.

    Mosquito, on the edge of the industrial area was testing the improved rocket, trying to make the rocket more powerful, with a fat rat following him.

    Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot of Steel nt 81pletely abandoned the dream of making 88mmrge-caliber anti-aircraft guns and turned to research 20mm small-caliber anti-aircraft guns, just like how Mosquito gave up on the small-caliber Fliegerfaust.

    Although the caliber of 20mm was a bit smaller, as long as the number of barrels was enough, it would stillmand terrifying power.

    If four barrels were not enough, then they would try twelve barrels! With so many barrels, they would definitely be able to light up the entire sky with rockets!

    Seeing his yers work so hard, Chu Guang felt very relieved. With the increasing number of talents, there were fewer and fewer things he needed to do alone.

    Back then, when he needed to buy food, he had to go to his neighbor¡¯s house to barter. If he needed to get something now, all the yers would be running errands for him.

    ...

    When it was past noon, the snow outside the window got heavier and heavier, and the visibility became lower and lower.

    At first, he could still see yers 10 meters away, but soon, he couldn¡¯t even see downstairs when standing on the third floor.

    To be on the safe side, Chu Guang issued a server announcement alerting yers to the bad weather and asked Little Seven to bring the drone back.

    The little device was too small and didn¡¯t have enough power. Chu Guang was worried that if the wind was a little stronger, the drone would be blown into theke.

    Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, Little Seven buzzed with worry, "<em>Hmm¡­</em> Master, the snow outside seems to be getting bigger and bigger."

    "I can see." Staring at the snow outside the window, Chu Guang had a bad feeling.

    The New United Gas Station had gathered more than 600 survivors. ording to the n, the survivors of Winter Willow Camp would arrive at Longevity Town at noon.

    If the impact of the blizzard exceeded their expectations, subsequent evacuation ns would undoubtedly be severely hampered.

    The next moment, Chu Guang¡¯s VM suddenly received a notification.

    The message was from Luca.

    ncing at the screen, Chu Guang¡¯s expression changed slightly. He got up immediately and walked towards the exoframe he left outside.

    Little Seven turned the camera to look at him. "Master?"

    "I have to go to Longevity Town." Entering from the back of the exoframe, Chu Guang, who was wearing his equipment, continued speaking sinctly, "I¡¯ll leave this ce to you."

 Chapter 211.1: Wartime Regulations

    On the streets of Boulder Town, the closed doors and windows were rattled by the wind.

    There were no pedestrians on the street, only a group of poor people in ragged clothes were pushing carts of snow to be dumped outside the city in the middle of the road.

    In the slums on the edge of the outer wall, there were crushed shacks everywhere, and the unkempt people braved the whistling wind and snow, rummaging through the snowdrifts for their missing rtives and friends. Others stood numbly beside copsed shacks, or knelt on the ground in prayer.

    The wooden pole blown over by the wind was left unattended across the gate of the slum, and two loudspeakers tied to it with iron wires intermittently emitted that annoying radio program. "... Hello, dear listeners, how¡¯re you? This is the Voice of Boulder Town, and I¡¯m your dearest host, Mr. House."

    "Just ten minutes ago, a sudden snowstorm swept the southern part of the River Valley Province. This snowstorm is expected tost for two hours, but please don¡¯t worry, in front of the towering giant wall, whether it is the surging Tide or the howling wind, they won¡¯t be able to hurt us! Under the leadership of the great mayor, we are invincible!"

    "However, our neighbors are not so lucky."

    "Although our observation station can¡¯t see what was going on in our neighbors¡¯ homes due to heavy snow blocking the view, I can only imagine what a bleak sight it will be."

    "If your house copses, don¡¯t be sad, the Wind From Afar Hotel will always wee you!"

    "You will be able to find your second home there!"...

    The sudden blizzard made the entire northern suburb of Clearspring City a mess.

    Fortunately, the yers hunting in the Elm District had VMs on them, and those VMs had map andpass functions, otherwise, they doubted they would be able to walk out of the forest.

    There were trenches and foxholes left by the Army everywhere. yers would identally fall into the trenches from time to time, and asionally, they would find some dead people who hadn¡¯t been eaten by jackals, hyenas, or rats...

    Overall, yers were not too affected by the blizzard.

    Even if someone was in trouble asionally, they could send a distress signal through the map function, and when nearby yers saw it, most of them would eagerly rush over to help.

    However, rtive to the situation of yers, native wastnders weren¡¯t doing so well.

    Two of the tribesmen¡¯s wooden houses copsed, as well as a cowshed.

    Chu Guang released a mission, and asked Teng Teng, who often dealt with tribesmen, to send them two boxes of bandages, and asked yers with experience in medical aid and veterinary to help the wounded and livestock.

    As for the brick factory and the industrial area by the river, the situation was rtively good.

    Since they were all brick-built houses, they were not affected much by the blizzard. Workers were staying in the factory, the temperature inside was much higher than outside, and the problem of keeping warm was not too big.

    However, in Longevity Town, the situation was a bit tragic.

    Although the "bubble houses" that the Pioneer helped build were doing fine, and some of the brick houses builtter were all good, when arriving at the refugee camp at the east gate, what people saw was aplete mess.

    The houses of the nomads were made of wood, and most of the houses were fairly resistant to blizzards.

    But most of the shacks those refugees lived in were made of aluminum alloy tes and steel bars picked up from the wastnd. Not to mention the blizzard, even a slightly stronger gust would be able to blow them flying all over the ce.

    In the face of this sudden blizzard, the refugee camp waspletely destroyed!

    The entire camp seemed to have been razed to the ground!

    "Is this our new home?" Looking at the messy camp in front of him, the man standing at the entrance of the camp had a lost expression on his frozen face. ??

    All he could see were the remains of the shacks, garbage buried in snow, and the wounded lying on stretchers...

    Standing behind the man was a group of vigers withrge and small bags on their backs. They were from Winter Willow Camp, and many of them had just escaped from the marauders. Some of them were still wounded and their wounds only had simple bandage over them.

    After an overnight break at the New United Gas Station, they were ced in the first group heading to Longevity Town.

    However¡­

    When they braved the blizzard and arrived with a longing for a new life, what they saw was a scene ofplete destruction. It undoubtedly cast a haze on their longing for a new life.

    "So where is the camp?"

    "Maybe there isn¡¯t any to begin with..."

    "I¡¯m starting to miss my cabin, I just made it a firece... Dammit."

    "Don¡¯t think about it, there is no going back there."

    Just as the vigers from Winter Willow Camp were silently watching everything in front of them, shocked, the refugees standing in a messy camp were also looking at them.

    Those eyes were mostly of suspicion. They werepletely vignt towards the group of neers.

    In the past, although there were asional new refugeesing to join them, never once were there so many peopleing at once; there were more than a hundred people.

    "Is the disaster so serious?"

    "Bonechewer... Chaos is spreading."

    "Oh, the big horned deer watching us, please bless us and provide us peace..."

    Jiu Xun, who led his people to search and rescue hispanions, frowned at the newly arrived refugees, turned, and returned to the camp to find his brother.

    In the crowd, Ma Shan, who was shivering from the cold, opened and closed his lips that were trembling, his eyes full of despair.

    "I told you... We should have fled south a long time ago. Now, it¡¯s hell everywhere. We have nowhere to go."

    The soldier wearing the exoskeleton said that he would take him to see the administrator, but until now, except for the guards who came to ask him a few questions, there were no more updates.

    Maybe the administrator didn¡¯t want to see him.

    There was no hope in entering the shelter. Only despair remained in his heart.

    Feeling the cold north wind shing on his face like a knife, and many pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, Ma Li¡¯s Adam¡¯s Apple bobbed up and down, his neck frozen. "... Maybe, I¡¯ll go to the administrator."

    After all, he represented Winter Willow Camp and agreed to transfer his people.

    Hearing his son¡¯s words, Ma Zhanqiu slowly shook his head. "When everyone is suffering, no one will be able to help us."

    No one was obliged to help them.

    They were the only ones who could save themselves.

    After a while of silence, he looked back at the vigers and shouted in a hoarse but still loud voice. "Looks like it¡¯s going to take a while for a warm nket and hot soup."

    "The wounded, the elderly, and the children can look after the luggage, and the others, follow me!"

    "Our saviors are in trouble, we need to help them!"

    Then the survivors of Winter Willow Camp joined the search and rescue effort.

    Thanks to their participation, more people buried under the snow were soon brought out.

    Many people were still breathing weakly, they were still alive, but they were suffering severe frostbite.

    They were carried into makeshift trenches, where they could shelter from part of the wind and snow. And the guards also temporarily set up a rescue station in the trenches, so they could gather the wounded and treat everyone at the same time.

    Because the truck broke down along the way, Chu Guang was dyed for a while, and he had to travel the second half of the journey to Longevity Town on foot.

    After arriving at the town, he quickly found Luca, who was instructing the search and rescue work at the east gate.

    It just so happened that the captain of the guard, Wrench, and Jiu Li, the head of the refugee camp, were also there.

    Skipping the pleasantries, Chu Guang went straight to the point. "How is the situation?"

    Luca looked solemn and said in a heavy tone. "Sir, the situation in the refugee camp is very serious, and almost all the shacks have been destroyed. I have arranged for the workers in Longevity Town to drop their work and go to support the search and rescue work. So far, 7 people have been confirmed dead and 21 are injured. There are two people who haven¡¯t been found¡­ and the chances of finding them alive are very slim."

    Chu Guang¡¯s mood sank slightly.

    Jiu Li, who was standing beside him, followed closely. "Sir, the original camp is no longer habitable. I implore you to allow us to move into the town. We can assure you that we will not cause you any trouble."

    Before Chu Guang opened his mouth, Wrench looked at Jiu Li and spoke for him. "Even if we let you move in, there will not be enough rooms for you to live in. The new houses are still under construction, so you will still have to sleep on the ground in the open space, which will not solve any problems."

    Jiu Li said anxiously, "But at least the wall can block some of the freezing wind..."

    "Don¡¯t be ridiculous?" Wrench shook his head and said, "The roof of our guardhouse was also blown away by the wind, and I just had someone get it back."

    Jiu Li was reduced to silence for a while, and just when he wanted to say something again, Luca persuaded, "Wrench is telling the truth, and even if we let you all in, it won¡¯t make it any better."

    Wrench was telling the truth, Longevity Town simply couldn¡¯t hold that many people.

    The scale of the refugee camp had grown from 187 people at the beginning to nearly 300 people now. Together with the more than 100 vigers of Winter Willow Camp, the poption might exceed 500.

    There were only 200 single rooms in the dormitories left by the crew of the Pioneer before, and more than half of them had been rented by yers in the Longevity Town and Elm District as a ce to go offline. In terms of the other half, it was used for those who had found jobs in the Longevity Town,N?v(el)B\\jnn

    The two refugee home apartments currently under construction had only a total of around 400 rooms. Even if construction of the third one started immediately, it would not be ready until the next spring at the earliest.

    Allowing the people in was to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It wouldn¡¯t solve any problems, but at most, it would give them some psychologicalfort.

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and looked at Wrench. "?Do you have the map of the northern suburbs of Clearspring City with you? I mean, do you have a physical copy of the map?"

    "Yes, sir." Wrench immediately took out a map from his pocket and handed it to Chu Guang.

 Chapter 211.2: Wartime Regulations

    Chu Guang unfolded the map, stared at it for a while, and finally locked on the abandoned department store not far from the new industrial area

    The Bull and Horse Squad had previously found a personal shelter there, where Xia Yan¡¯s workbench was found.

    Chu Guang still remembered clearly that there was a two-story underground garage, which was veryrge, and the radiation and Slime Mold mutants there had been cleared out a long time ago.

    Although a small number of mutants may have taken up habitation there, the number should not be many, and it would not be difficult to clean up.

    In particr, the most important thing was that the location of the department store was not too far away. It was only about 5 kilometers, and it was close to the new industrial area, where some of the refugees might be able to find work.

    The only downsides were probably venttion and hygiene issues, but those were minor issues in the face of a harsh snowstorm.

    Before the spring of next year, Chu Guang intended to temporarily settle the refugees there. The conditions here were not very good, but it was better than being left alone in the wilderness.

    After drawing a circle on the map with a pen, Chu Guang handed it to Jiu Li, who was standing beside him, and ordered. "The area around the Longevity Town is all wastnd, except for withered low trees and shrubs, there are only some muddy bumps. There is no ce to shelter from the wind and rain, and there is not enough material for you to rebuild a settlement in a short time."

    "I don¡¯t know when this blizzard wille again, so rebuilding a camp is not a wise choice. Before winter is over, we must use the ruins of pre-war society to build a temporary shelter. I know it will not be easy. Mutants, disease... A lot of problems need to be ovee, but this is the only option right now that will keep more people alive.""I need you to organize people to bring the refugees to the resettlement area on the map, and I will arrange for the guards to help you build a temporary shelter there."

    "Afterwards, a batch of wood will be sent to you, and I will arrange people to help you make fuel. I will try my best to find a way to solve the problem of food, and the ration will be the same as when you were here. I can¡¯t guarantee how good it will be, but I can guarantee that no one will die of starvation and cold."

    Although his heart was heavy, Jiu Li knew that it was the most realistic choice. Nodding slightly, he said respectfully, "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

    Whether it was to appease the emotions of the refugees or arrange the transfer work, Jiu Li did not dare to dy. He quickly turned and left with the map and the administrator¡¯s promise.

    After asking Luca to assist him, and after exining the work, Chu Guang was not idle either. He used the administrator¡¯s authority to publish a mission with no restrictions on the mission channel.

    The mission would be posted on the door of the warehouse at the same time, for neers who had not yet obtained a VM.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Longevity Town needs wood<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Target yer: </strong>All yers<strong>]</strong>

    ...

    Back in the outpost.

    A group of neers gathered in front of the mission notice board at the door of the warehouse, staring at the words on the list, eyes bulging out with excitement.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Longevity Town needs wood<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Chop down the marked trees in the selected area, and drag the felled tree to the designated ce for loading<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: </strong>2 silver coins, 5 contribution points, and 10 regional prestige per tree (Longevity Town)<strong>]</strong>

    There were noisy discussions all around, and all the voices were full of surprise without exception.

    In fact, they seemed to be in a state of disbelief!

    "Fuck me? 2 silver coins per tree?!"

    "5 points of contribution and 10 points of prestige?"

    "Damn, is this a limited-time event? Why are the rewards so high?"

    After all, it was a well-known fact that, for an LV0 hardworking yer, they could only earn 10 silver coins in a day at most.

    After LV3, their single-day ie would gradually increase to 15 to 20 silver coins.

    The reason was that the mechanics of the game determined that early contribution points would y a bigger role than silver coins. After reaching the level of a Citizen, the benefits of money would rise ordingly.

    The gamepany¡¯s exnation was that only those who had made enough contributions to the shelter deserved to enjoy the fruits of their predecessors¡¯ efforts and possess more social resources.

    In an ordinary daily mission, the reward for cutting down a tree was only 5 copper coins, and smaller ones would only get them 2 copper coins.

    Now¡­ The price quadrupled! There was no ie cap!

    Not only the new yers, but also many old yers above LV6 were excited to see such an inted reward.

    Escaping Mole yelled when he saw the mission rewards, "Could it be that the AI ??made a mistake when it issued the mission? This ie is too unreasonable. Are they not scared that the strength type yers will abuse this?! I strongly request developers to release a mission that can also help agility type yers to make money quickly!"

    Spring Water Commander grunted at the side, "Yeah, I agree. Intelligence type yers are going to cry."

    Midnight Pubg was yelling at the side while they wereining. "The logging team is going to leave soon! Anyone who wants to join the team, please look for me quickly!"

    Kakarot ran up to him. "Brother Pubg, take me with you! Hahaha, I¡¯m a strength type yer!"

    Elf Wang ran over from the side. "Let¡¯s go, brothers! Let¡¯s farm as many silver coins as we can before the developers discover this bug!"

    "I¡¯m so ready to chop down all the trees!" Sword Execution also walked over from somewhere.

    Quit Smoking seemed to be hyping himself up as he addressed the rest, "Hurry up and stop taking nonsense! My axe is already thirsty for trees!"

    Soon, a big group of yers marched to the Elm District in a mighty manner.

    Especially the strength type yers, they were all excited like they were on some kind of drug. The logging axes in the warehouse were all sold out, and many yers vowed to fall the entire forest.

    Different from the previous logging missions, this time, the logging area was regted, and only the trees marked by NPCs could be chopped down and exchanged for rewards.

    The mission area was about 6,660 square meters, which was a rectangr area on the map. Pine and cypress trees over 30 centimeters in diameter and over 10 meters in height were listed.

    3 guards and 8 NPCborers had set up a temporary camp next to the felling area. They would use simple cutting equipment such as saw des to process the wood, load them into trucks in sections, and then drag them to Longevity Town and the abandoned department store where refugees were temporarily housed.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    Some people definitely wanted to ask what if the yers cheated by marking the trees themselves and cutting down slightly smaller trees to exchange for rewards?

    To that, Chu Guang not only would not stop them, but also encouraged yers to try it.

    As long as the NPCs were blind, they would definitely be able to seed...

    Within an area of 6,660 square meters, the NPCs Chu Guang sent out to mark trees ced a total of 6,000 marks.

    The default duration of the entire mission should be one week. However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that without using any modern logging tools such as chainsaws, his yers actually cleared all 6,000 marks by relying only on a simple axe in just three days.

    Based on the price he set, in just three days, Chu Guang issued a total of 12,000 silver coins!

    There were a total of 170 yers that participated in this mission, and the average ie was as high as 70.5 silver coins each!

    The best yer of the mission, Midnight Pubg, broke two axes, contributed 120 trees, and earned 240 silver coins in three days all by himself. In addition, his logging level also rose from level 5 to level 6. Chu Guang almost couldn¡¯t help but want to give him a forest destroyer achievement.

    If this continued, he would probably be the second ability user in the shelter.

    ...

    In the temporary office of Longevity Town.

    Looking at Chu Guang sitting behind the wooden table, Luca reminded cautiously, "Sir, we have enough wood at present, and the fuel reserve has returned to above the reserve line you set, but food is still a big problem."

    "The weather is getting colder and colder, and the prey we can catch is getting fewer. We now have nearly 2,000 mouths to feed. If the food is consumed at the current rate, we may only have enough food tost until the end of this month..."

    After listening to Luca¡¯s report, Chu Guang fell into deep thought, and tapped his index finger on the table.

    It would take another two months before the first batch of corn would ripen in the Greenhouse Ruin. The actual nting area over there was about 40x666 square meters, and the estimated yield was 700 to 800 kilograms per 666 square meters, which was about 30,000 kilograms in total. As for whether the actual yield would be the same as the estimated or not, Chu Guang was still quite confident. After all, the seeds sold by Pioneer were said to have a guaranteed yield.

    When the breeding of the nting area on level B3 of the shelter waspleted, and the entire Greenhouse Ruin was cleared, a new batch of seeds would be avable for nting.

    However, the aid was too slow ining to be of any help. He could print banknotes at will, but he couldn¡¯t exchange the printed banknotes for food.

    After pondering for a moment, Chu Guang said, "We need to hold on for another two months. As long as we can persist until the end of January next year, victory will belong to us!"

    There was no more grain to scavenge around, and Chu Guang even sent someone to Brown Farm to have a look. There was indeed not much left in the granary, and the farm owner did not lie.

    In the forest farms of Elm District, it was indeed difficult to find prey as well, and in the city¡­ Even mice were almost wiped out.

    Those Slime Mold mutants couldn¡¯t be eaten, and even if they were refined into Active Matter, those paste-like liquids couldn¡¯t be absorbed by the human digestive system at all.

    If he didn¡¯t intend to break through the bottom line of morality, then there was only one way left...

    Sitting behind the desk, Chu Guang pondered for a long time and finally made a decision. He opened the drawer to find a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote two words down.

    <strong>[Wartime Regtions]</strong>

    "Include some varieties of grain under control, restrict purchases, distribute them evenly, and centralize supply."

    It shouldst for two months, and perhaps, he should have done this a long time ago.

 Chapter 212.1: The Fuck? Things Are Getting More Expensive? Bah... Get Used To It!

    <em>Pssst¡­</em>

    The hatch opened.

    Climbing out of the nurturing cabin, Construction Boy raised his head to face the ceiling and howled as if he had been reborn.

    "Hell yeah! I¡¯m finally back!"

    Three days! He had been unable to log back into the game for three days straight! No one except himself knew how he survived for so long.

    The first thing aftering out of the nurturing cabin, of course, was to take a shower to get rid of his bad luck.

    So he quickly put on his clothes, picked up the VM that was ced next to the nurturing cabin, and put it on. Then he rushed into the bathroom at the speed of light, and came out refreshed after a while.

    However, when he saw the water bill, his happy mood instantly disappeared without a trace. "What the fuck! I¡¯ve only used the shower room for ten minutes, how did it cost me 1 silver coin?!"

    He clearly remembered that he had stepped out of the shower room at exactly 9 minutes and 59 seconds!The next moment, arge lizard came out from the shower room next door.

    Garbage nced at him andughed. "Brother, how long have you been offline?"

    Construction Boy nced at him. "Three days! What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Three days, no wonder you don¡¯t know. The shower fee went up yesterday, now it costs 1 silver coin every 10 minutes, and 2 silver coins every minute after 30 minutes."

    Construction Boy was instantly shocked. "10 minutes of shower time for 1 silver coin?! Why don¡¯t they rob a bank?!"

    Garbage seemed to have expected this reaction, and said calmly. "Calm down, although the shower fee is expensive, the mission ie has also increased in the past two days. Now you can ept the tunnel cleaning mission once a day every day. As long as you can kill 40 crunchers, you will get 50 silver coins!"

    Construction Boy looked at him in disbelief. "50 silver coins?! Are you kidding me?"

    Garbageughed. "Why would I joke about this kind of thing? If you are short of money, I can take you down the tunnel. The monsters below are so dumb, and there are so many of them, it is so much fun to farm silver coins by ughtering them!"

    Intion finally came into the game.

    Well, it was a good thing for the yers nheless.

    yers didn¡¯t need to take a shower every day, but they would do missions every day!

    What had been adjusted was not only the mission ie, but also the type and number of missions.

    Before, Construction Boy¡¯s daily ie from the underground tunnel mission was just over 50 silver coins, but now it has increased to more than 100, which means that it has doubled!

    And it was not just him whose ie had risen, even the neers had enjoyed the increase of ie.

    Now, if yers epted the Corpse Hunter mission and took the Crunchers to the recycling point next to the Active Matter Extractor, the original 1 silver coin per 10 corpses rewards increased to 1 silver coin per 5 corpses.

    Many newbies now followed behind the teams of high-level yers to do the mission to deliver corpses, and if they were lucky, they could even earn 20 silver coins a day.

    This was much easier and morefortable than earning 10 silver coins by working hard for the whole day before!

    After checking the mission column through the VM, Construction Boy finally understood what Garbage meant.

    Mission ie had indeed risen a lot.

    Originally, the mission with the lowest reward was settled in copper coins, but now the copper coins seem to have disappeared from the mission column. Even the lowest-paying errands were rewarded with more than 1 silver coin, and if it was an errand mission across survivor settlements, the reward would be 5 silver coins.

    <em>Looking at it this way...</em>

    <em>It doesn¡¯t seem to be too outrageous that the water bill has gone up a little.</em>

    "I haven¡¯t been online for just three days... But why do I feel like I¡¯ve been away for three months?" After putting down the VM, Construction Boy sighed with emotion.

    Garbage tapped him on the shoulder. "It¡¯s the closed alpha, so it¡¯s normal, just get used to it."

    "I remember yesterday, Escaping Mole also made a special post to analyze the increase in the revenue of missions this time. In fact, the signs are already very obvious. The second-generation currency system only revised silver coins and did not mention copper coins at all. So most likely the gamepany ns to reduce the amount of money circting in the market, so they just ditched the copper coins!"

    Construction Boy didn¡¯t understand what Garbage was saying at all.

    After a long time, he asked, "So is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

    Garbage shook his head. "I don¡¯t know, I have mixed feelings. Those who have a lot of money are definitely not going to be happy for a while, but rtively, from now on, the equipment will be easier to get, which is definitely a good thing for most yers."

    "Especially 7mm bullets, its price actually didn¡¯t increase. It is still 1 silver coin per bullet! I used to see a lot of people reluctant to fire in burst mode even though they have fully automatic rifles, but now they would asionally do that."

    However, that didn¡¯t seem to have anything to do with him.

    He couldn¡¯t operate a normal rifle at all, and it was impossible for the weapon shop to design an exclusive weapon for him.

    At present, amongst the released mutant sequences, only the Ratman did not have the debuff of using equipment.

    While they were talking, Sideline cking, Eye Owe Money, and other yers walked out of their respective rooms one after another.

    Seeing Brother ckinging out of the room, Big Eye immediately walked up with a smile and patted him on the shoulder. "cker, who are we feeding today?"

    Sideline cking rolled his eyes. "Go away, don¡¯t bring your bad luck to me. If you want to feed those NPCs, you can do it yourself, I have to increase my level in the next few days! Damn it, I won¡¯t be so reckless next time. I felt like I was going to lose my mind when waiting for the cooldown to end on the forum."

    Eye Owe Moneyughed, "Understood brother, so you are saying that you will do it after you level up!"

    "Fuck you! Go away!"

    Although he hadn¡¯t yed the game for the past three days, Sideline cking had been checking on the forum to keep abreast of thetest progress of the game.

    The vanguard of the Bonechewer n had been forced to withdraw from Clearspring City due to the heroic battle he and his team had fought.

    In the past three days, there had been strong winds and heavy snow every day, and the snow in many ces had even piled up from the knee high to waist high.N?v(el)B\\jnn

    Due to the snow on the roads, transportation routes from the Longevity Town to and from the Elm District were all stopped, and the industrial area was barely able to operate. Even the route from the outpost to Longevity Town was affected.

    It was foreseeable that the people of the Bonechewer n would not continue to march south until next spring.

    "By the way, who knows where to get the medal?"

    Sideline cking opened the VM and then found a message in his personal mailbox. "I read on the VM that it was issued by the administrator himself in the administrator¡¯s office..."

    Halfway speaking, an announcement suddenly popped up on Sideline cking¡¯s VM.

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>The war between Shelter 404 and marauders has reached fever pitch. In order to ensure the supply of wartime materials, the Wartime Regtions are now issued to control some necessities of life. The situation is severe, and I hope everyone can ovee it together.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Duration: </strong>60 days<strong>]</strong>

    Everyone was stunned for a moment, and surprised expressions appeared on their faces.

    <em>This is¡­</em>

    <em>Is there a new expansioning out?!</em>

    ¡­

    <strong>[Wartime Regtions]</strong>

    <strong>[Article 1: </strong>Green wheat and shofar potatoes are listed as controlled varieties, individual purchases are suspended, and they are uniformly rationed by the warehouse.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Article 2: </strong>The benchmark prices of staple grains such as corn, wheat, rice, and flour will be increased by 200%, and the benchmark prices of by-products such as cabbage will be increased by 150%.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Article 3: </strong>Survivor settlements and temporary shelters under the direct jurisdiction of the shelter will provide residents with the necessary nutrition for survival, and each person can receive two servings per day.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Article 4. </strong>Residents who receive relief food are obliged to participate inbor. Including but not limited to engaging in production work, building shelters, and responding to mobilizations when necessary.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Article 5. </strong>...<strong>]</strong>

    There were a total of 18 Wartime Regtions, of which one-third was mainly rted to yers, and the rest were mainly aimed at refugees.

    Including arranging them to build houses, make fuel, and work in factories.

    With enough food to eat and fuel to keep warm, the refugees were fairly stable.

    On the yer¡¯s side, the impact was even smaller.

    Many yers even regard the Wartime Regtions as the third expansion in the game, as a continuation of Wastnd Online¡¯s first expansion.

    Back on the official website forum.

    Gossip discussion subforum.

    Just after the peak log off time, the topic of Wartime Regtions became lively.

    Night Ten: Is there any yer representativeing out to interpret it? What is Light nning? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: I¡¯ll help you @Ample Time @Escaping Mole. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Escaping Mole: What¡¯s the use of tagging me, you need to tag Light. (Roll eyes)

    Ample Time: Emmm... At present, the luckiest yers of the version should be Lifestyle Profession yers, but the unluckiest ones are also Lifestyle Profession yers. If anyone can figure out a way to feed the most people with the least food, it is estimated that they will be heavily rewarded, I guess.

    Tomato Eggs: How about we stir-fry the noodles. If we ignore the taste, that thing can be quite filling and the ingredients are simple.

    Sword Execution: That¡¯s just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. What iscking is food, not how to eat food. I think we should develop more food options!

    Old White: Like?

    Irene: How about cockroaches? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Elf Wang: Damn, ina, you have such a hardcore taste! (horrified)

    Old White: +1, even in the game, I would never eat that stuff!

    Drumhead Washing Machine: How about rats? That thing is famously delicious in my area. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Make Me: Trembling.

    Tail: How about we eat Roro(£à?¦Ø? ¡ä)

    Roshan: Please no! Although my gic sequence is mutant, I am human too! (horrified)

    Midnight Pubg: Bear paws! (¡¥¦ê¡¥*)

    Roshan: QAQ

    ...

 Chapter 212.2: The Fuck? Things Are Getting More Expensive? Bah... Get Used To It!

    Near the new industrial area, in front of an abandoned department store.

    Pieces of untreated wood were piled up in the open space in the shape of a pyramid, and the refugees kept walking past the piles, busy with their work.

    Some people carried axes and choppedrge logs into small firewood. Others sawed them into nks and carried them into abandoned department stores to repair broken walls and seal damaged windows and doors.

    The venttion of the underground garage was worse than expected. After they arrived, they found that it couldn¡¯t hold so many people. The refugees who were transferred here could only temporarily live on the first floor of the department store.

    Fortunately, the blue coats brought them a batch of wood and some bricks to make stoves in time by trucks.

    Thanks to the wood and bricks, it really helped them a lot!

    With brick-built stoves and smoke vents, they were able to get the smoke out of the building without having to risk poisoning and fire by cing burning charcoal next to their beds.

    Fuel consumption had also dropped considerably as broken walls and windows were sealed.

    The chef set up arge pot at the door, and porridge was boiled in it.Although the smell of grass permeated the surroundings, the tumbling bubbles still ignited a glimmer of hope for the future life among the survivors with red noses to some extent.

    That administrator in the blue armor didn¡¯t break his word!

    Those blue coats didn¡¯t abandon them.

    Life here was not as good as it should be, but at least they could survive.

    As long as they could survive, there would be hope!

    ...

    After three days of evacuation, the survivors of the five survivor strongholds, including Chaowei Battery Factory, Winter Willow Camp, and Highway Town, had all been transferred.

    ?The outermost periphery of the northern suburbs of Clearspring City waspletely wiped out. Next time those marauders came again, they would probably only find some useless garbage nearby.

    The n of building strong walls and clearing of wilderness finally reached thepletion of its initial stage.

    However, due to the blizzard in the past few days and the shortage of food, fuel and other supplies, the relocation n of the second and third batches had to be suspended.

    Chu Guang made promises to the remaining seven survivor settlements that if they were attacked, reinforcements from the shelter would arrive within half an hour, they only needed to hold on for half an hour, and the rest could be handed over to the soldiers of the shelter.

    But to be honest, in that damn weather, they were less likely to be attacked than if they were frozen to death.

    Even on the repaired road from the outpost to Longevity Town, trucks passing by would asionally break down, not to mention marching in the wilderness.

    With the pitted road conditions on the wastnd, arge army would probably be trapped in the snow before they could march a few kilometers.

    What¡¯s more, the Bonechewer n was located further north, and the situation they were facing at this moment would not be better than them. The temperature in the further north would be more than just minus ten degrees; it might be minus twenty or thirty degrees.

    Even if they were cannibalistic, they still had to cook the meat...

    The cold winter that came was not only colder than previous years, it could only be described as worse than anyone could imagine.

    Chu Guang went to Baker Street before, and while inspecting the situation there, he chatted with Old Charlie for a while.

    Old Charlie told him that he had been living there for several years. But a situation as bad as this year had only appeared twice in his memory...

    ...

    The second day after the implementation of the Wartime Regtions.

    The suddenly tight food supply made life a little worse than before, but it did not have an unbearable impact on the yers¡¯ gaming experience.

    The restricted purchases were mainly green wheat and shofar potatoes, while rice, potatoes, wheat, corn and various flours were not included in the purchase restriction.

    With yers¡¯ ie, they could easily afford the more expensive crops.

    However, the doubling of the benchmark price still put a lot of pressure on Lifestyle Profession yers who set up stalls in the market.

    It was time for dinner at the North Gate Market.

    The yers sitting in front of Zhang Hai¡¯s Ramen stall shouted loudly, "Boss Zhang, why has the price of your noodles increased again?"

    "That¡¯s right! Even the meat is cut thinner than paper, and it costs 2 silver coins for a bowl of in noodles!"

    "Twice as expensive as before! This is outrageous!"

    Annoyed by the shouting, Zhang Hai tapped the cauldron for cooking noodles with adle and said impatiently, "Don¡¯tin to me, goin to the flour seller in the warehouse! 1 kilogram of cornmeal is sold for 5 silver coins now, so is it too much for me to charge you 2 silver coins for a bowl of noodle? <em>Mhm</em>?"

    <em>If youin again, it will be 3 silver coins tomorrow!</em>

    However, what Zhang Hai didn¡¯t expect was that the diners sitting in front of the booth didn¡¯t buy his noodles and continued to shout.

    "Damn it! I don¡¯t care how much your ingredients are, I want more noodles!"

    "Yeah, of course it is too much!"

    "Where¡¯s the Market Supervision Bureau? I want to call the police, there is a ck-hearted businessman cutting corners here!"

    "@#%!"

    <em>Those fuckers! I will definitely sell a bowl of noodles for three silver coins tomorrow!</em>

    Not only ramen noodles, but also barbecue and steamed buns had gone up in price.

    Only then did they start to miss Yaya¡¯s mushroom soup.

    The bowl of mushroom soup, which cost only one silver coin, was simply a glimmer of hope in the cold winter.

    They used to think it was expensive, but now they finally realized that it was really cheap.

    When the spring came, the mushroom stall would resume business. Many yers hoped that Yaya would keep some good memories alive, and not increase her price...

    Walking in the market at the north gate, Chu Guang listened to the voices of the yers while thinking about what to eat.

    It was also part of the administrator¡¯s job to observe his people¡¯s sentiments.

    After all, if he only looked at one report, he would easily be a map strategist who had no understanding of the real situation.

    In general, the impact of his first round of price hikes was still manageable, and the effect had met Chu Guang¡¯s expectations.

    The average daily ie of yers would increase by 50% to 100%, the price of food, clothing and daily necessities would increase by 100% to 150%, and the prices of industrial products such as weapons and bullets would remain unchanged, which was equivalent to a price reduction.

    All in all, Lifestyle Profession yers were not weakened, Combat Profession yers were epicly strengthened!

    At present, the only thing that had not increased in price was the milk sold by nomads and some jerky made from prey.

    The nomads of the Frost Spear tribe brought the craft of making dried meat from afar, and the dried meat they made had a unique vor. Because it was easy to carry and cheap, it was very popr with some yers who liked to y the jungle role. Although the taste was slightly inferior, it was very cost-effective as dry food.

    After all, green wheat was now a controlled product, and green wheat cakes had disappeared from the market.

    Since they couldn¡¯t eat cakes, yers could only use jerky as dry rations.

    Walking beside Chu Guang, Xia Yan murmured, "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that my sry disappears faster and faster?"

    Her dinner actually cost her 7 silver coins!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    It was the first time that she had a sense of crisis and felt that her sry was not enough.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t feel much, and replied in a rxed tone, "Looking at it from another angle, yers can now buy more guns from you, and your performance will also increase. Soon you will find that your sry has more than doubled."

    Xia Yan frowned. "But a gun can be used for a long time, right? It¡¯s impossible for your yers to buy guns every day."

    Chu Guang exined patiently, "You can¡¯t think like that, you have to buy bullets when you buy a gun, right? And since you have a gun, you also need to purchase some essories. Sights, body armor, helmets, frag grenades, more durable backpacks, bandages, etc... These cost money."

    In the past, the productivity of the shelter was insufficient, so Chu Guang had to be cautious when setting mission rewards to avoid flooding the market.

    Now, the productivity of the shelter has reached a new stage. Chu Guang needed yers to consume and buy the weapons and armor produced by the factory, so that the factory could expand production and further reduce the cost.

    That way, a virtuous circle of supply and demand bnce could be formed.

    Seeing the confused look on Xia Yan¡¯s face, Chu Guang smiled lightly. "It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t understand, these things are too difficult for you."

    Xia Yan nced at Chu Guang and said with some caution. "Why do I feel like you¡¯reughing at me?"

    Of course, Chu Guang would not admit it, and replied casually, "I never said that."

    After strolling around the market, Chu Guang finally bought three meat buns and went to Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves sisters¡¯ stall to buy two bottles of milk for his dinner that day.

    It was too cold, so he didn¡¯t have much appetite.

    Besides, everyone was cutting down on food and clothing consumption, and as an administrator, he should not have an extravagant lifestyle.

    Once he was done, he started to walk towards the nursing home.

    Just as Chu Guang walked to the door, he saw Yin Fanging out of the elevator.

    He was holding a cubic metal gadget in his hand, which looked about the size of a basketball. There were 4 mechanical legs under the chassis, which made it look like an octopus.

    Taking a bite of the bun, Chu Guang looked at him curiously and asked. "What are you holding?"

    Seeing Chu Guang, Yin Fang¡¯s eyes lit up and said excitedly, "A quadruped robot based on neural connection technology! Remember the ck box you picked up from Shelter 117? Based on the neural connection device it generated, I modified it a little with VM and some other parts, and then I made this stuff. Isn¡¯t it awesome? I made it myself!"

    <em>The fuck?</em>

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect him to be so creative!</em>

    No longer interested in eating, Chu Guang looked at what he was holding and immediately asked, "How are you supposed to use it?¡±

    "It¡¯s easy! Just put on the special connected device¡­ Right, it just happens that I was about to test its performance!"

    Saying that, Yin Fang took out a thumb-sized wireless earphone from his pocket and threw it in Chu Guang¡¯s hand. "You¡¯ll know when you put it on!"

 Chapter 213.1: Intelligence Type Players, Your Time Has Come

    It was impossible for Chu Guang to try it himself. How could someone as cautious as him treat himself as a guinea pig?

    Without saying anything, Chu Guang called over an intelligence type yer and passed what Yin Fang had given him. "Try it on."

    Eye Owe Money, who received the earphone, was confused at first, but he quickly reacted and wore it with excitement.

    <em>Hidden mission</em>!

    And it looked like the kind that would give him equipment as a reward!

    There was no way he would decline such a mission!

    After putting on the equipment, he immediately asked impatiently, "Dear administrator, what¡¯s the next step? What should I do?"

    Chu Guang looked at Yin Fang.

    Although feeling helpless about Chu Guang¡¯s cautious behavior, Yin Fan didn¡¯t say anything. He turned around and walked into the nursing home. After finding a t ground, he put the robot down and turned on the power switch behind it.pping his hands and getting up, Yin Fang signaled that it was ready and said in a way that he thought was concise. "First, flip the switch on the connected device, and then try to imagine that you are a... <em>Uh¡­ </em>A four-legged animal, and then use a strong mental impulse to wave your limbs forward, do your best to project your mind on the machine."

    "...?"

    Due to too many areas that made him speechless, Chu Guang didn¡¯t know where to startining.

    Xia Yan¡¯s reaction was much more straightforward. After listening to what Yin Fang said, sheughed out loud and mocked while folding her arms before her chest, "Aren¡¯t you just going to imagine yourself as a dog?¡±

    Yin Fang shrugged, not taking the ridicule to heart. "Although I added a gait adaptation program to the robot, the basicmands still have to rely on neural signals to convey. Moving the limbs is the most convenient choice, if you really can¡¯t master the trick of mind-control¡­"

    Xia Yan continued to mock, "I always feel that what you are doing is superfluous. You might as well give me a tablet to control it."

    Of course, she couldn¡¯t afford such expensive equipment, but some mercenary groups in Boulder Town were able to afford it.

    Although she hadn¡¯t tried it herself, she had seen others use it, and it seemed very easy.

    "What do you know?" Yin Fang chuckled and said, "Once you can master the tricks of using it, theplex operations it can achieve are far beyond your imagination!"

    Looking at the expectant yer, Chu Guang was silent for a while and decided to express it in a more euphemistic way.

    Adjusting the look on his face, he said with a serious expression, "Turn on the switch on your earphone and feel it with your heart."

    Eye Owe Money fell into a daze.

    <em>What does it mean to feel it with my heart?</em>

    Although he was confused, he still reached out and pressed the switch.

    After the signal light flickered slightly, the red light turned green.

    Then, an incredible scene happened!

    It was as if the robot hade to life, it bounced up from the ground with a jolt, moving clumsily on its four mechanical legs, trying to stop its cubic body from swaying left and right.

    Covering his ear with his right hand, Eye Owe Money was dazed, staring at the four-legged robot with a surprised expression on his face. "Ho-Holy shit! What¡¯s this?!"

    The feeling was amazing!

    It was like a part of thinking was projected onto the circuit board, and then the circuit board converted part of the electrical signal into a neural signal, creating a mirror in his brain!

    He could perceive the existence of the robot, and even the rotation of the motor, but this was not a perception based on a series of conventional senses such as touch, vision, etc., but a perception that was closer to intuition!

    Slowly, he began to figure out the trick to control the machine, and the quadruped robot that was moving its limbs at random, gradually became obedient.

    Eye Owe Money simply closed his eyes and recalled the teaching of the administrator, trying to feel the unprecedented sixth sense with his heart.

    When he started to understand the feeling, the quadruped robot seemed to be his arm, a part of his flesh and blood!

    The VMser sensors distributed on the robot could continuously map the space within 5 meters by intermittently emittingsers of a specific frequency, and disy the surrounding terrain, doors, windows, obstacles, bunkers, etc. in a format of a 3D mesh image.

    He could clearly see the image in his mind!

    Although it was not through his eyes, it was more urate than what he could see through them!

    Standing aside with arms folded, Yin Fang looked at the yer who was gradually familiar with the operation in surprise, a look of interest evident in his eyes. "Huh? This person¡¯s nervous system is a little more active. To be honest, it exceeded my expectations. I thought he would have to spend a lot of effort to raise a mechanical leg."

    In the end, it only took less than a minute for this person to havepletely mastered the know-how of using neural ess devices!

    <em>This is too incredible!</em>

    It was so incredible that Yin Fang felt a little outrageous.

    Even in the pre-war society, such a talent was definitely one of the best geniuses! If he was in the Academy, there would definitely be someone willing to take him as a disciple and train him as a level-F researcher or prospector.

    Chu Guang smiled lightly, thinking that he still had a dozen more yers like him.

    After a pause, he ordered,"Try to move the robot into the room."

    Chu Guang needed to understand the robot¡¯s ability to move beyond his field of vision.

    "Okay!" Eye Owe Money responded excitedly.

    After receiving the order, he who had his eyes closed immediately controlled the quadruped robot to get into the room on the side, cross the obstacles on the ground, andplete the scan of the environment in the room.

    The scanned images could be synced to his VM and shared to nearby teammates.

    If it was within the shelter¡¯s signal coverage area, it could also be uploaded to the shelter server and shared with other yers synchronously.

    After the two-minute test, Chu Guang gave an evaluation in his heart.

    <em>This is simply perfect for reconnaissance! It would be perfect if I could solder an LD-47 on top of its head!</em>

    "Enough, let him stop. I¡¯m worried that his brain can¡¯t take it any longer. Any neural connection device will put a load on the nervous system, especially the external connection device." Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang and reminded him.

    Chu Guang asked, "How long is the limit?"

    "Limit?" Yin Fang was dazed for a moment, then continued hesitantly. "I don¡¯t rmend using it for more than 60 seconds, but the specific limit... I don¡¯t know, it varies from person to person. Some people have an active nervous system so they can hold a little longer, but if some people¡¯s innate nervous system is defective, maybe they can¡¯t even hold on for 60 seconds."

    Chu Guang checked the attribute panel of Eye Owe Money and found that he was a LV7 intelligence type yer.

    ording to statistical observation, from LV0 to LV9, the regrity of adding points to each attribute was usually 5 to 6 points for the main attribute and 3 to 4 points for other attributes.

    Generally, for yers LV6 or above, their main attribute would surpass 10 points.

    This yer named Eye Owe Money had an intelligence attribute of just 10, which was quite a reference.

    Chu Guang wanted to know where his limits were so he said. "It¡¯s alright, I want to see how long he canst."

    Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang with a look of shock, as if looking at a lunatic.

    Xia Yan didn¡¯t feel anything, after all, she was used to it. She, who often saw dead bodies, could somewhat perceive that these yers may be clones, or simr existences.

    <em>But so what?</em>N?v(el)B\\jnn

    <em>Human clones aren¡¯t something new in the wastnd either.</em>

    She still believed in a certain rumor to this day that there was certain technology in this wastnd that could synthesize a normal person in a day, and such technology was likely to be hidden in the small Boulder Town.

    Otherwise, it waspletely inexplicable that even after so many people died in the slums every year, there was still no shortage of people there.

    That just didn¡¯t make any sense!

 Chapter 213.2: Intelligence Type Players, Your Time Has Come

    Regardless of what the two of them thought, Chu Guang was very calm.

    He not only knew all the secrets of these yers, but also knew that they were not afraid of pain. In theory, their ability to withstand damage would be stronger than that of ordinary wastnders.

    Sure enough, the yer in front of him did not disappoint him, and he persisted for ten minutes before he began to feel a slight dizziness.

    Noticing his reaction, Chu Guang immediately ordered him to turn off the power of the earphone and disconnect the link with the little robot.

    After losing the link, the quadruped robot did not shut down immediately but entered the standby mode. ording to the presetmand, it retracted its four mechanical legs, disguising itself as a square-headed, ordinary metal brick. Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was not a simple brick.

    "I¡¯m feeling a little dizzy, administrator," Eye Owe Money shook his head, and looked at Chu Guang nervously out of concern for the failure of the mission, "... I think I should be able to hold on for a little longer, so I can try it again?"

    Chu Guang gave him an approving look and said, "No need, you¡¯ve done a good job, you can rest for a while."

    "Okay." The yer nodded, he indeed needed to take a break.

    A moment earlier, he was actually disconnected from the game.If it weren¡¯t for his speedy re-login, he would have been lying on the ground.

    "Unbelievable... He managed tost for ten minutes!" With an expression of disbelief on his face, Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang in surprise, and couldn¡¯t help asking, "Has his pain nerve been removed?"

    When the neural connections were overloaded, the first symptom would be a headache. The brain would start to sound the rm, and then the pain would be unbearable. In the end, the user would either fall into a trance or even aa.

    Almost no one couldst until the end, and many would often take off the earphone when the pain became unbearable.

    However, the person testing itpletely skipped the first two stages!

    Honestly, he didn¡¯t think it was a good thing.

    Losing the sense of pain would also mean losing their warning system.

    However, Chu Guang, who was standing next to him, was thinking of somethingpletely different.

    <em>Obviously, yers with higher intelligence attributes had the ability to manipte and control neural connection devices longer.</em>

    <em>If so...</em>

    It should be reasonable to set the minimum attribute requirement of the equipment to 10 points of intelligence.

    Stroking his chin, Chu Guang answered Yin Fang¡¯s question perfunctorily, "It¡¯s possible, but my guess is that it¡¯s not that he doesn¡¯t feel pain, it¡¯s just that the transmission of pain signals to the conscious body is blocked, so he simply can¡¯t feel it... But let¡¯s not discuss this question for now."

    After a moment¡¯s pause, Chu Guang withdrew his gaze from Eye Owe Money who was shaking his head against the wall and looked at Yin Fang. "This duration is still a bit worrying. Ten minutes isn¡¯t enough to do anything, can¡¯t you find a way to make it longer?"

    Yin Fang was speechless. "You aren¡¯t dissatisfied with getting ten minutes of pseudo-intellectual AI?"

    "Intellectual AI?"

    "Singrity technology is very troublesome to exin... In short, the original purpose of the neural ess device is not to let you keep it on all the time, but to operate the device instead of AI at critical times, and aplish some tasks that cannot be done by AI."

    After a pause, looking at the robot on the ground, Yin Fang continued, "This is just an experimental machine. Later, I will develop a set of practical elementary AI for it, so that it can recognize a few simplemands, and carry out operations such as auto-return, standby in ce, and follow the target, etc., when the neural connection is interrupted. <em>Mhm</em>, and I n to put a camera on itter to use withser mapping."

    Hearing what he said, Chu Guang¡¯s face lit up and he immediately asked, "You have a way to make cameras?"

    Yin Fang gave Chu Guang a strange look. "Of course, is there any difficulty in that? Security cameras of various models and resolutions can be found in many facilities, and some are still working two hundred yearster... Although most of them are broken, as long as parts can be found, they can be fixed. It¡¯s not too much trouble."

    Themunication chip was also easy to handle.

    A VM was like a tinyputer. Manyponents were integrated on a graphene circuit board, and it could have many applications just after a simple modification.

    Including the processor andser mapping system on this quadruped robot, it was all removed from the VM.

    Chu Guang stared straight at him for a while before speaking. "Is it that simple?"

    Yin Fang scratched the back of his head. "Uh, a little bit of basic knowledge is required, but nothing too profound. The Academy always gives each prospector a Wastnd Survival Guide, which records some essible and usable parts on the wastnd in the form of pictures and texts, as well as more advanced modification knowledge, such as making some simple weapons, explosives, fuel and emergency medicines. The use of opticalponents and graphene circuit boards may be a little more advanced and requires some basic tools, but it is still not a big problem for prospectors above E-level."

    Chu Guang was struck speechless. "..."

    <em>What the hell! Why didn¡¯t you say it sooner that you have such a good thing?!</em>

    It was not that Chu Guang had never thought about recycling the cameras in the bank buildings and other facilities before. He had even asked the knowledgeable yers to take a few back to study them, but after taking them apart, none of those yers knew how to fix them.

    In the electronic devices of the pre-war civilization, the poprity of carbon-based chips was very high, and it had even reced traditional silicon-based chips to arge extent. And this kind of camera adopted neither the CMOS technology in the traditional sense, nor the CCD technology.

    Many yers on the forum had discussed the problem and tried to fix it, but the final conclusion was nothing more than it was a technology that was realistically impossible.

    After all, there was a generation gap in technology, and the real world was more than a century behind; there may even be a "technological explosion" in the middle.

    This kind of technology was simply beyond the scope of yers¡¯ understanding.

    In the end, only the coated lens of those cameras could be recycled. Many optical sights in the weapon store of the outpost were made from them.

    Xia Yan, who used to be a mercenary, was very good at making stuff like that, and her proficiency was probably simr to Yin Fang¡¯s proficiency in analyzing pre-war civilization data.

    Looking eagerly at Dr. Yin Fang, Chu Guang immediately asked, "That skill book... I mean, did you bring that Wastnd Survival Guide with you?"

    Yin Fang was dazed for a moment, nodded and said. "That? I haven¡¯t used it since I was promoted to D-level. I guess it¡¯s still at my home... But if you need it, I can sort it out for you, but it may take a while."

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes sparkled. "It¡¯s okay! I can wait!"

    It was a skill book that may increase the Scavenging Skill by a few points¡­ Oh no, maybe by 5 points!

    How would he let such a good thing go!

    Not only could the yers use it as a reference, but his NPCs could also use it as teaching materials.

    It didn¡¯t matter if they couldn¡¯t master the essence of it, at least they would know what garbage was valuable in the wastnd, and how useful they were.

    That alone was already worth it!

    The yer standing next to Chu Guang looked at themunication between the administrator and Dr. Yin Fang with a confused expression.

    Since there were no subtitles, he didn¡¯t understand the cutscene after watching for a long time.

    <em>Speaking of which, is this missionplete or not?</em>

    Finally unable to hold back, Eye Owe Money cleared his throat and was about to ask.

    However, at this moment, the two NPCs seemed to have reached a consensus. Among them, Dr. Yin Fang picked up the robot, and the administrator looked at him with a serious face. "Thank you for your help! Thanks to your help, we now have a whole new understanding of neural ess devices, and it won¡¯t be long before a new batch of gear hits the weapon store shelves. The mission reward has been distributed to your VM, I wish you a happy day!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

    "???"

    <em>That¡¯s it?</em>

    <em>There¡¯s no other reward?!</em>

    Seeing that the administrator took back the earphone and turned around to leave, Eye Owe Money panicked. Suddenly, an idea shed in his mind, and he shouted in a hurry. "Wait! Administrator, I think that equipment has a serious design w!"

    Hearing this sentence, the administrator really stopped and looked back at him strangely. "What design w?"

    Eye Owe Money said immediately, "Inte connectivity w! No, I should say dizziness! When I was operating the robot just now, I suddenly felt a strong dizziness and almost fainted!"

    <em>Oh, this.</em>

    <em>I thought it was something else.</em>

    Chu Guang smiled, looked at the warmhearted yer and said, "Neural ess devices will cause that to happen. Long-term use will cause a certain degree of load on the brain, not to mention the equipment that has not yet been developed¡­"

    "I would like to be a tester for new equipment!" Before he could finish speaking, the yer said solemnly, "Dear administrator, as a member of Shelter 404, I am ready to sacrifice myself for our cause! Please allow me to contribute to the research and development of the shelter equipment for the great cause of the revival of the Federation of People!"

    Seeing the eager expression on the face of the yer in front of him, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what the guy was thinking.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>After giving such a high-sounding speech, it turns out that he just wants free equipment!</em>

    <em>But¡­</em>

    <em>It is not impossible.</em>

    Chu Guang was also curious about how the little guy who Yin Fang was holding in his arms would perform on the battlefield.

    <em>Since someone volunteered to be a guinea pig¡­</em>

    <em>Guess there¡¯s no need to issue a mission then!</em>

    After thinking for a while, Chu Guang looked at Yin Fang and said, "Do you need equipment testers?"

 Chapter 214.1: Not Enough Firepower?!

    After finally receiving the coveted hidden mission, Eye Owe Money hugged the new toy he just got, and left happily.

    <em>Neural Connection Gear!</em>

    <em>The only robot in the entire server that can be controlled by brain waves!</em>

    <em>Thanks to the developers, this opportunity is given to those who are prepared, and my 10 points of intelligence attributes can finallye in handy!</em>

    Seeing his yer so happy, Chu Guang was also very happy.

    As a game designer, it was his honor to make yers happy.

    Chu Guang was looking forward to him being able to fully utilize the little robot.

    However, Yin Fang¡¯s expression was one of worry. "To be honest, I don¡¯t really rmend sending immature equipment to the battlefield. This is irresponsible for the life of the tester."

    Chu Guang said with a slight smile, "Take it easy, don¡¯t you think that man is very happy? You got the experimental data, he got¡­ <em>Umm¡­ </em>He became happier? I think it¡¯s a win-win."<em>Happy?</em>

    Yin Fang was dazed for a moment. He didn¡¯t quite understand what Chu Guang was saying. He didn¡¯t understand where the joy of testing such immature equipment was, but he didn¡¯t ask any further questions.

    He still had a lot of things to do, whether it was the work arrangement of the scientific expedition team or the improvement of the robot; he had no time to dy.

    After ending the conversation, Yin Fang took the elevator back to the shelter.

    Instead of going down with him, Chu Guang went upstairs and carried Little Seven down.

    After a day of hard work, Little Seven should go back to the shelter to recharge.

    However, just as Chu Guang, who was holding Little Seven, was about to get on the elevator and return, trouble came to him.

    There was a crowd of people in front of the elevator and they were all yers of the intelligence type.

    Seeing those ardent eyes, Chu Guang instantly understood their intentions, and he suddenly had a severe headache.

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>How did I forget about this?!</em>

    "Dear administrator, I am also a level 7 intelligence type yer! And I have 11 points of intelligence! Please allow me to contribute to the shelter!"

    "Dear wise administrator, look at me! Although I don¡¯t have 10 points of intelligence, I think I¡¯m much smarter than Eye Owe Money!"

    "The invincible and eternally great administrator¡­"

    "Damn! Is it really necessary to use such a long title?"

    "Hehe, in order to get the hidden mission, you have to praise the administrator in any way possible!"

    "..."

    Those pairs of longing eyes were like baby birds waiting to be fed.

    No doubt, they were all intelligence type yers.

    Chu Guang could easily guess that the yer earlier must have shown off the quadruped robot to other yers.

    <em>God damn it!</em>

    <em>In the future, when testing equipment, I must find a sneaky bastard to do it!</em>

    Seeing that Chu Guang, who was surrounded by the noisy yers, was troubled, Xia Yan who was waiting for him at the elevator door, couldn¡¯t help smiling gloatingly.

    <em>Humph.</em>

    <em>You deserve it!</em>

    <em>Now you realize how annoying it is to be surrounded by your noisy yers!</em>

    ...

    Back on the official website.

    <strong>[Server Announcement:</strong> Due to the continuous snowstorm, the transportation route to Elm District has been suspended, and the trucks at the outpost will also be suspended for personal rental business, sorry for the inconvenience caused.<strong>]</strong>N?v(el)B\\jnn

    <strong>[Yin Fang: </strong>First chapter of the Wastnd Survival Guide has been updated. The cheats from the Academy will teach you how to scavenge more efficiently!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Dawn: </strong>Wartime Regtions have been implemented for five days, everyone must persevere. Victory is in sight! (Remaining time: 55 days)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Xiaoyu: </strong>The weather is getting colder, please keep warm!<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: I¡¯m taking Xiaoyu away! (*/¦Ø£Ü*)

    Elf Wang: Sigh, can¡¯t go to Elm District anymore, hunter yers are going to cry.

    Quit Bullshit: Fishing yers are going to cry as well, I can¡¯t even break the ice on thiske!

    Yaya: Wuwu... Devs, can you skip the winter season? I¡¯ve been unemployed for a long time. QAQ

    Construction Boy: +1! I¡¯m going to die without mushroom soup.

    Makka Pakka: Hahaha, let¡¯s all farm! Farming yers are the best! Greenhouse Farm wees you!

    Irene: Sigh... It turns out that a Cruncher¡¯s flesh really can¡¯t be eaten.

    Elf Wang: What the hell? ! ina? What did you do?

    Irene: Uh, I was just curious, after all, I¡¯m a constitution type, so I just tried it... and it turned out, you know. (Embarrassed)

    Night Ten: It is rmended that the official website update an achievement for the ruthless man who dares to eat raw Crunchers. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: Fuck off! I cooked it, okay? Who¡¯s going to eat that stuff raw?! (`§¥*)9

    Night Ten: That¡¯s hard to say. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Elf Wang: ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Since the beginning of December, the snow in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City had been getting heavier and heavier, and the yers¡¯ activity range was like a shrinking toxic gas circle, shrinking again and again, and even gradually retreating from the surface to under the ground.

    To be honest, Chu Guang was even more anxious than them.

    His yers used to be able to hunt and catch fish or something, but recently they couldn¡¯t hunt anything, let alone catch fish.

    The ice on theke had to be sted with explosives before it would break!

    However, thanks to the heavy snow, the progress of the raid on the underground tunnel on level B3 continued to advance, and the progress towards the south had connected with the ?Clearspring City subwaywork.

    From level B3 exit, it was now possible to move to the Flower Garden Street subway station on the edge of the fifth-ring, and Shelter 117.

    This was undoubtedly a boon for yers who wanted to explore the city.

    Previously, if a yer wanted to move from the outpost to the edge of the fifth-ring, the straight-line distance was nearly 5 kilometers. Even if it was the shortest route, it would take 2 to 3 hours, and it would take half a day to go back and forth.

    Now, along the subway, they could directly cross the ruins, and if they were fast, it wouldn¡¯t even take an hour.

    In order to reduce the time yers spend on the road, Chu Guang deployed the newly produced 50 clone nurturing cabins to Shelter 117, which was convenient for yers to save progress on the front line.

    However, as the yers¡¯ progress in the underground tunnel continued to advance, the consumption rate of bullets was also rising.

    In order to keep the supply of bullets in line with the increasing consumption, Chu Guang had to re-n arger ammunition factory in the new industrial area and ordered two sets of processing equipment specially used for stamping shells and primers from Steel nt 81.

    Thanks to the machines he obtained from the Enterprise, they were able to make more equipment. Otherwise, many things would not have been possible, even if the blueprints were avable.

    In addition to the bullet itself, there were nitrocellulose and short-column lead azide needed to produce the bullet.

    These things were done by Mosquito¡¯s Goblin Technology before and were the main source of ie for him.

    Sadly, the production capacity of Mosquito¡¯s small workshop was too small, and due to personal characteristics, it was difficult to standardize the specifications and quality of his products, and he gradually was unable to keep up with the needs of arms factories.

    For the sake of efficiency, Chu Guang nned a special chemical nt in the new industrial area to produce various types of chemicals and gunpowder to supply raw materials for the arms factories in the new industrial area.

    This chemical nt was not handed over by Chu Guang to a single yer to manage. Instead, several NPCs were appointed as factory managers and deputy factory managers, and Lifestyle Profession yers with relevant chemical experience were hired as technicians to guide production.

    At present, there were almost 30 yers with chemical experience on the server, and they were all high-quality yers carefully selected by Chu Guang from the forum.

    Although many people on the forum were keyboard experts who had no practical experience, and their abilities couldn¡¯t be guaranteed, when there were search tools for reference, they were still more reliable than those on the wastnders who had no theoretical basis and relied entirely on experience.

    What¡¯s more, there was always a husky that looked more like a wolf in a group of huskies, and so were his yers. asionally, one or two real experts would appear in a group of idiots.

    Currently, the number of Lifestyle Profession yers active in the new industrial area has reached 71, and the number of NPC workers employed has reached 240.

    This number was still not enough, whether it was the former or thetter, there was still room for improvement.

    While the heavy snow blocked the road, Chu Guang had to seize all the time and use all the resources avable to make the fire of industrialization burn more vigorously on the wastnd.

    It was impossible for the Bonechewer n to give up ?Clearspring City.

    Even if they couldn¡¯t bite the hard bones of Boulder Town, those marauders would definitely try their best toe and take a bite at the northern suburbs.

    There was bound to be a war between the two sides.

    And it would definitely be right after the snow melted!

    The oue of the battle would also determine who was the master of the northern suburbs!

    ...

 Chapter 214.2: Not Enough Firepower?!

    In the first week of the implementation of Wartime Regtions, although the yers did not get a reply regarding when the winter would end, they still got a piece of good news

    Xia Yan, who had been ying riddles for a whole week, finally put up two brand-new weapons in the weapons store. A light machine gun and a submachine gun independently developed by Shelter 404.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    However, after seeing the style of the new weapons, almost all the yers surrounding the weapon store let out a wailing of disappointment.

    "Damn it! Thispany is addicted to copying CF!"

    "Why is it another AK?"

    "This is really bad. I can let the light machine gun pass, but what is this submachine gun?!"

    "I¡¯m begging the developers to add the two AR series of weapons!"

    Compared to the wailing of the FPS yers, Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot looked dismissive, as if they were watching a group of idiots.

    "Tsk, these people are really fussy, and they make it sound very easy. Do they think it¡¯s easy to make a receiver?!""Yes! They don¡¯t know anything about the cost of mass production!"

    "But¡­ After we get the 20mm machine gun, we can consider making a fixed machine gun."

    Bathroom Goer proposed, "How about a water-cooled Maxim?"

    Athlete Foot¡¯s eyes lit up: "Great idea! That thing shouldn¡¯t be too difficult to make!"

    The mystery weapons finally revealed were LD-47J and LD-47C.

    Except for the two factory managers of Steel nt 81, almost all yers¡¯ predictions were wrong.

    On the basis of the original Sickle assault rifle, the barrel of the LD-47J was extended with a cooling pipe attached, and a bipod underneath.

    Since it was a 75-rounds drum feed, there was no doubt that it was a machine gun.

    The LD-47C was even more crudely made. Its barrel was still the original Sickle assault rifle¡¯s barrel, but with a part sawed off, and its wooden stock was changed to a morepact foldable steel bar.

    Because of the short rifling, it was unquestionably a submachine gun.

    However, the gamepany did not design those two weaponspletely perfunctorily. Anyway, they gave the two new guns a more powerful name.

    The light machine gun was called Alliance Harvester and the submachine gun was called Short Sickle.

    Based on the naming abilities...

    The previous semi-automatic gun should be called a Long Sickle, right?

    All in all, the prices of both new guns were very affordable, with 300 silver coins for machine guns and 250 silver coins for submachine guns.

    However, the price of the gun itself was of little significance for weapons with such a high rate of fire.

    The key was the speed of ammo consumption. If it was not a war campaign that gave out free bullets, probably only a few people would be able to afford to use such weapons.

    Staring at the weapons on the shelf for a long time, Sideline cking couldn¡¯t help butin after most of the people around had left. "It¡¯s one thing that the machine guns use full-power cartridges, but why are the submachine guns also use full-power cartridges?!"

    Eye Owe Money with a big bag on his back asked curiously, "Question¡­ What are full-power cartridges?"

    Construction Boy, who was standing on the side, exined, "In those World War II movies, the bolt action rifles use full-power cartridges. With 50mm shell length and arge charge of powder, it¡¯s basically a bit excessive to use them when fighting 1 on 1."

    Eye Owe Money¡¯s eyes lit up. "Understood! The kind of bullet used by 98k[1], right?"

    Construction Boy mumbled, ¡°Well, if that helps you understand."

    Drumhead Washing Machine nodded at the side. "Although, I think the effect of these two guns should be good against mutants."

    The damage of full-power cartridges would indeed be a bit excessive, but it was just right for mutants such as Creepers.

    In the past, when they used a small 5mm revolver, they were only able to scratch the Creeper. Although it was still very dangerous to encounter one, at least they would be able to do some damage to it.

    Sideline cking shook his head. "Although that¡¯s true, you can take another look, how many people other than the strength type can hold it down?"

    He was a perception type, and his gic sequence had reached LV8. But even with one additional strength point added, he could still only barely hold down the recoil of the LD-47.

    However, he could also understand why such bullets were used.

    From a realistic point of view, it was not easy to build a receiver production line with the industrial capabilities of the outpost base, and this was under the premise of giving priority to the development of the arms industry.

    Adding an additional weapon production line meant that the cost of the entire logistics supply would also increase.

    Even if Chu Guang wanted to enrich the variety of light weapons, it was not something he should do at the current time.

    Sufficient equipment and sufficient quantity. This was the only guarantee that the shelter that was still in its infancy could provide to them.

    After buying an LD-47J from Xia Yan and holding it in his hands. Construction Boy stroked the barrel of the gun and couldn¡¯t help sighing, "If only I could get a mortar."

    Mosquito¡¯s rockets were always unreliable. More people were scared of them than killed by them.

    Even the marauders¡¯ equipment was better than theirs. They could even deploy two armored pickups in a local battle, and their firepower was so overwhelming that yers werepletely suppressed.

    They needed support fire really badly!

    Eye Owe Money nodded in agreement. "Yes, if we had brought two more rocketunchers, we wouldn¡¯t have been buried by the copsed building."

    Sideline cking shook his head, and after some selection, he finally chose the LD-47.

    Not only because the basic model was the cheapest, costing only 200 silver coins, but the most important thing was also that it was easy to use.

    "Let¡¯s not talk about the aftermath, I hope our Lifestyle Profession yers won¡¯t let us down."

    After purchasing weapons and ammunition, Sideline cking¡¯s team left the outpost and walked towards the greenhouse ruin, fully armed.

    Escaping Mole¡¯s team had reached an average of LV5, which was the very top of all the yers.

    Due to the abundant natural light, the psychoid leaves flourished, and the density of Devil Moths was much higher than the otheryers, it could no longer be handled by a single team.

    Out of prudence, Escaping Mole called for reinforcements, and it happened that Sideline cking and the others had no other mission, so they nned to team up and split the profit fifty-fifty.

    Meanwhile, in the shelter.

    Old White, who had just logged in, was led by Night Ten and Gale towards the preparation room.

    Along the way, Old White kept asking, "What is it that you guys are making so mysterious?"

    Night Ten was unusually restrained this time. He didn¡¯t disclose anything along the way and just urged. "Stop, don¡¯t ask me anything. You¡¯ll know when you get it."

    Gale, who was next to him, also nodded and said sinctly. "Yeah, just keep quiet and continue walking."

    "...?"

    With curiosity in his heart, Old White, Night Ten, and Gale came to the preparation room.

    Soon, Old White discovered that Ample Time was standing in there with the deputy captain of the guard, Liu Ding, who was wearing an exoskeleton.

    And next to him, stood a brand new orange exoskeleton.

    Facing Old White walking from the airlock room, Liu Ding opened his mouth expressionlessly and said in a solemn tone, "Your bravery and loyalty have proven that you are worthy of this gear. Your friend wants to give it to you, do you ept it?"

    For a moment, Old White held his breath, and his eyes widened in shock.

    <em>Miner Type I exoskeleton?! An exoskeleton that cost 2000 silver coins! And the most expensive equipment on the server at present! Only the yers that reach LV10 and with the contribution points reach the Citizen level are able to purchase it!</em>

    Before he could speak, Ample Time, who was standing beside him, said, "The value of silver coins will be deprecated soon. If we don¡¯t spend it now, it will be wasted. So before the price of the exoskeleton increased, we unanimously decided to buy you, the only ability user in our team, a set."

    It was not just exoskeletons that hadn¡¯t gone up in price.

    Many pieces of equipment, with a unit price above 500 silver coins and couldn¡¯t be produced by the shelter, should have increased in price. However, it still remained unchanged at the moment.

    Obviously, the developers decided to be more kind this time and leave some buffer time for those yers withrge deposits, allowing them to hand over their money before intion caught up.

    Ample Time certainly wouldn¡¯t waste Light¡¯s kindness. It was not a big problem for him, Night Ten, and Gale to gather together 2,000 silver coins from their savings. And they didn¡¯t even need to use the dividends from the Bull and Horse Brick Factory.

    "How can I ept this?! Even if you want to buy me something, you don¡¯t have to get me such an expensive exoskeleton! This is too much!"

    Hearing that everyone was going to pool money to buy equipment for him, Old White, who finally recovered, shook his head and refused to ept it.

    "Don¡¯t say anything like this," Gale shook his head and said, "If you didn¡¯t cover our retreat, our losses would¡¯ve probably been far more than 2,000 silver coins. So it is reasonable for us to buy you a new set of exoskeleton."

    "That¡¯s right! That¡¯s the truth," Ample Time nodded in agreement. "As expected of a teacher, so eloquent!"

    Gale coughed. "What does this have to do with being a teacher..."

    Old White: "At least let me contribute a little¡­"

    "Contribute your ass. We told you that we bought it for you, why do you still want to contribute?" Interrupting Old White¡¯s words, Night Ten smiled and said, "Of course, if you want to buy me equipment, I will not refuse."

    Listening to everyone¡¯s words, Old White was so moved that he didn¡¯t know what to say for a while.

    Seeing that Old White was still thinking about what to say to them, Ample Time put his hand on his shoulder and said with a hearty smile, "Okay, don¡¯t say anything cringy! And don¡¯t forget what you said yourself. You shouldn¡¯t restrain yourself in a game, and since we have already bought it, you need to use it well! It is a gift that we bought for you, so don¡¯t think too much about it!"

    Night Ten also said with a smile, "That¡¯s right, there are still four floors waiting to be cleared in the Greenhouse Ruin. We are just waiting for you to regroup!"

    Old White¡¯s gaze gradually firmed, he took a deep breath and nodded seriously, "... In that case, I will skip all the pleasantries, but I¡¯ll keep this gratitude in my heart. Everyone, pack up your gears, in 10 minutes, we will set off on time and head to level B6 of the Greenhouse Ruin!"

    Gale nodded with a smile. "Got it!"

    yers headed towards thebyrinth in the wastnd and started a new day of adventure.

    At this moment, Chu Guang was sitting in the administrator¡¯s office, looking at the gadgets in his hands, with an expression of interest on his face.

    It was a small digital camera, which integrated two functions of taking pictures and video, and it was only the size of a pen.

    It had a concave groove on both sides that fit into both ends of the VM, and could also be clipped on the cor or chest pocket like a pen, which was very convenient.

    That was a small tool that Chu Guang entrusted Yin Fang to help make, and it could be used with VM.

    After looking at it for a while, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but nod while admiring it silently. "It¡¯s a nice camera. It¡¯s a pity I can¡¯t make a phone call with it. It would be even better if an instant messaging system could be integrated into it!"

    1. 98K is the sniper rifle you can pick up from airdrops in PUBG ?

 Chapter 215.1: They Will Be Your Eyes

    "Do you think I¡¯m a ck box?" Yin Fang felt quitefortable when he heard the first half of Chu Guang¡¯s words, but when he heard the rest, he couldn¡¯t help but reply angrily.

    <em>The camera is pretty good.</em>

    <em>Too bad I can¡¯t make a phone call with it?!</em>N?v(el)B\\jnn

    <em>Does it sound like something any decent human being would say?</em>

    However, Chu Guang obviously did not reflect on whatever he said. "Can it be done?"

    Seeing that he was serious, Yin Fang was silent for a moment and nodded reluctantly. "Yes! But I¡¯ll be frank with you, you should go to someone else for this kind of low-tech thing, instead of wasting my precious time¡­"

    "Sure, I will find others to make it, but I need the final product that other people can make a copy. So I can only trouble you to design it."

    Seeing that Dr. Yin Fang didn¡¯t seem to take this matter seriously, Chu Guang pondered for a moment and continued in a gentle tone, "Don¡¯t underestimate this work. Imagine that the members of your scientific expedition team have earphones attached to their ears, and can report new discoveries to you anytime, anywhere, as well as feedback on the situation in the ruins of the pre-war civilization. And you don¡¯t need to go out personally, just sit in an air-conditioned room, and double-tap your finger on the screen to switch to their perspectives¡­ They¡¯ll be your eyes¡­ Doesn¡¯t that sound interesting?"

    After saying that, Chu Guang hung the pen-like camera on his ear, and slightly adjusted the direction of the pen head, pointing forward. "I need a headset with an integrated camera, like this, with the camera just facing the front. The wider the angle of view, the better. It can take pictures, video, and make calls. Those are the three most critical functions, it would be even better if they could be used with a VM.¡±Of course, he didn¡¯t do it for any kind of online live broadcast. Did heck yers now?

    Obviously not.

    Food, clothes, fuel, and resources were all prioritized before nurturing cabins, and the new yers who had made the applications but were still waiting to get into the game were waiting for them. Chu Guang didn¡¯t need six billion people in the world to work for him, nor could he get so many nurturing cabins. He only needed to ensure that there was a 5:1 to 10:1 difference between the number of yers who were still waiting to get into the game and the number of the yers in the server.

    In fact, the ratio was now almost 30:1, and there were even moreizens who hadn¡¯t made an application, so Chu Guang was not worried that there would be no new yersing in.

    What should be considered when he was a game designer?

    Of course, it was to enhance the experience of yers in the game!

    A headset with integrated camera functions would not only facilitate yers tomunicate on regional channels and team channels, but would also be his eyes, allowing him to see what they saw and capture some key elements that were easily overlooked by others.

    At the same time, it had both the functions of the action recorder and the walkie-talkie. In the future, he could also consider adding the simultaneous interpretation function. Therefore, the significance of this thing was too important!

    If nothing else, at least the cooperation between the teams would no longer have to rely on shouting at the top of their lungs!

    Even if the cost was expensive and not everyone could have it, Chu Guang had to ensure that each squad leader could be equipped with one in the event of a battle.

    <em>Mhm, the NPCs of the guards have to wear it too!</em>

    After listening to Chu Guang¡¯s words, Yin Fang fell into deep thought.

    The fact that he could make the members of the scientific expedition team his own eyes moved him.

    To be honest, although the scientific expedition team had been established for so long, its work efficiency had not been very high.

    On the one hand, due to the influence of objective factors such as heavy snow, many ces were indeed off-limits to him.

    On the other hand, the yers didn¡¯t have an urate concept of what was important and what was not. Many times when key details were missed, he could only re-issue the mission and let the yers make another trip again. ?????????§§?

    This back and forth not only wasted time, but also wasted a lot of budget.

    Being able to control the actions of scientific expedition team members in real time, and micromanage them in action, sounded like a very attractive proposition indeed.

    After all, those yers were sometimes smart, sometimes dumb, and their erratic performance levels really made him, a former middle-level cadre in the Academy, a little anxious.

    Stroking his chin, Yin Fang mused, "I¡¯ll think of a way..."

    Chu Guang smiled slightly. He knew that his persuasion had seeded. "Mhm, I¡¯m counting on you!"

    ...

    Day 10 of the Wartime Regtions, outside the concrete wall of Longevity Town.

    Looking out at the expanse of white snow, there was a straight line of pitch-ck figures, different from the color of the snow.

    They were new recruits to the guards.

    The day before, a new batch of Arbiter I rifles and jet-ck uniforms were shipped from the new industrial area to Longevity Town, and distributed to each of them.

    These uniforms were designed by Teng Teng¡¯s Hut and were modeled after 19th century military uniforms, incorporating the style of the shelter uniform with simple lines and textures.

    As for the production, it was stitched by the refugees from the survivor settlements such as Winter Willow Camp, Battery Factory, Highway Town and the rest.

    The fabric of these uniforms was a cloth woven from Devil Silk, dyed ck with a dye made from shec. There were twoyers on both the inside and outside, and the middle was stuffed with shredded banknote paper.

    The thermal performance of the coat they were given was very good, and it was not very heavy. Moreover, it looked very neat as well. The only disadvantage was that it could not be washed.

    After all, no matter how waterproof the banknote paper was, it was still broken fibers. Even if it would not immediately turn into pulp when soaked in water, it would easily ruin the pores of thermal instion, which would greatly weaken the thermal instion performance.

    But no matter what, this coat was better than wearing hyena skin.

    The color difference of the fur itself determined that no matter how good-looking the clothes made of fur were, they were not suitable to be uniforms.

    After all, a group of people wearing fur coats, even with a standardized rifle on their shoulders, would look a bit like a puppet army.

    From this point of view, the design of the current uniform was much better.

    Dressed in neat ck uniforms, a hundred guards lined up in front of the wall, carrying heavy-barreled Arbiter I rifles on their backs. The bays underneath the gun barrels reflected cold gleam, and the entire group looked like a menacing dark forest. Just looking at them, one could feel the chilling aura rushing to their face!

    Walking at the front of the team, the former Army brigademander, Vanus, let out a breath of cold air and shouted at the new recruits, "Everyone, attention!"

    He was answered by a uniform salute.

    "At ease!"

    Looking away from the new recruits, Vanus walked over to Wrench and asked the captain of the guard, "What do you think?"

    Wearing an exoskeleton, Wrench¡¯s eyes stopped for a while on the neat line of new recruits.

    He did not immediately give an evaluation, but said, "I will give you an answer after the review by the administrator."

    Vanus pressed, ¡°I want to know what you think."

    Wrench answered without hesitation, "What the administrator thinks is what I think"

    Disappointed by the boring answer, Vanus gave up the questioning. He looked back at the neat line of new recruits, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

    His eyes narrowed slightly, and he mumbled, "Citizens of the Army enroll at the age of six, receive basic education, including literacy and numeracy, and decide at the age of 12 whether to be a technologist or go to the military academy for a militarized education."

    "If you enter the military academy, you will graduate at the age of 16. The outstanding performers can be promoted to the squad leader and go to the front line to be assigned to each brigade as an adjutant. The remaining people are incorporated into the youth corps as young soldiers, and sent to the most dangerous front lines to fight side by side with the front-line troops, and they could not be a squad leader until they obtained merit there."

    Wrench nced at Vanus and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to say?"

    Vanus continued. "If the Bonechewer n absorbs not only the equipment of the expeditionary force, but also some low-level officers, you will be in a very dangerous situation."

    Wrench smiled faintly. "You actually started to worry about us?"

    "After all, I have to think about my own safety." After a pause, Vanus continued, "What¡¯s more, you are a group of worthy opponents. Your story should be an epic legend, and it should not end abruptly in the hands of a group of savages."

 Chapter 215.2: They Will Be Your Eyes

    This question was actually difficult to answer, and Vanus also didn¡¯t know what he was thinking, so he only gave such an ambiguous answer.

    He had no doubts that only the Army could bring true order to the chaotic wastnd, but on the other hand he had to admit that those blue coats were indeed different from the blue coats he had seen.

    They were not only more brave, but also more responsible. Under their governance, even the lowest-ranking brick-burners and scavengers lived with dignity.

    Especially when he saw loyalty in the faces of those uneducated people!

    In his view, it was something unimaginable.

    Wrench nced at Vanus in surprise, but he didn¡¯t say anything. He was not someone who wascent, but he also had no doubt that victory would be on the side of the administrator.

    After all, they had defeated even a formidable enemy like the Army, and more than once defeated the marauders who had migrated from the north.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om

    <em>Bonechewer n?</em>

    <em>Try to mess with us if you dare!</em><em>Let me see how many teeth you have left in your mouth after this!</em>

    ...

    In the Greenhouse Ruins.

    Next to the brightly lit rows of soilless culture boxes, the narrow aisles were crowded with the corpse of Devil Moth, and the scattered cilia.

    Leaning against the gate on level B8, Ample Time, covered in sweat, raised his sore arm to rub his forehead, gasping for breath, "I feel like¡­ It¡­ It¡¯sing."

    Standing next to him with an LD-47C in his hand, Night Ten said with a teasing smile. "What¡¯sing? Your period?"

    From the beginning, he noticed that something was wrong with Ample Time, so he kept following him.

    Not having the strength to deal with the annoying fellow, Ample Time rolled his eyes and growled, "Get lost."

    Wearing the modified Miner Type I exoskeleton, Old White walked over to Ample Time, stared at him for a while, and suddenly said. "Are you feeling hot all over? And is your heart beating extremely quickly?" R??§à??¦¥??

    Ample Time nodded. "Yes."

    A look of surprise immediately appeared on Old White¡¯s face, and he reached out to support his shoulder.

    "Congrattions, brother!"

    Looking at the expression on Old White¡¯s face, Ample Time suddenly realized something. "Could it be... The awakening?!"

    Old White nodded with a smile. "Correct!"

    After receiving an affirmative answer, Ample Time¡¯s face immediately followed with a touch of ecstasy.

    He looked at his hands, his tone full of excitement. "... Is this what it feels like to awaken?"

    It was so difficult to reach this point!

    Perhaps it was to emphasize that the gic sequence level was not the whole content of the game. The game didn¡¯t give experience points in doing missions. In addition to money, it only gave some contribution points, regional prestige and skill proficiency at most.

    If yers wanted to improve their gic sequence, they must find evenly matched monsters to fight, or repeatedly practice skills rted to their main attributes.

    For example, for the strength type yer, the easiest way was to chop down trees, but they could also fight with a rifle.

    The intelligence type could make clothes or make handicrafts... In short, all tasks that required concentrated thinking could umte experience in a small amount.

    The method to level up perception type was simple, yers just needed to follow the team.

    Although there were different methods for leveling up the constitution type, it was not too difficult to level up in general.

    There were people who ate anything they could think of to ¡®practice internal skills¡¯ in the novels like Irene, and there were those who rushed to the front row to take damage to hone their bodies¡­

    However, the method to level up the agility type was a bit cumbersome.

    Mainly, training reaction speed was difficult to quantify.

    Ample Time had been researching his progress thee entire time, and he had only roughly summed up a method, that was, ying darts or archery.

    yers could also use thermal weapons, but not random raking, it must be an effective shot after aiming.

    But how to judge specifically, the game didn¡¯t give a clear standard, in short, it was full of chance and randomness.

    Looking at Ample Time who had fallen into a deep thought, Old White recalled his situation at that time and continued, "My situation was simr to yours. When I was about to go offline, I felt ufortable in the game, but the VM didn¡¯t tell me that I had a debuff. I went back to the nurturing cabin to lie down for a while, and went offline for a meal. When I came back, I couldn¡¯t log back into the game, and I waited 5 hours before I could log back into the game again."

    Ample Time raised an eyebrow and asked, "And then you awakened?"

    Old White nodded with a smile. "Kind of, anyway, I now have the second stagebel on my attribute panel. I estimate that the agility type should be simr to the strength type, with the main attribute increased by 5 points and each of the other secondary attributes increased by 1 point."

    Although it was known for a long time, upon hearing it again, Night Ten and Gale still had envious expressions on their faces. "Holy cow! That¡¯s too much!"

    "It¡¯s really a bit outrageous... Speaking of which, what does it feel like to be twice as fast as ordinary people? How fast is that?"

    Ample Time said with a slight cough. "Actually, it¡¯s not that fast. The main strengthening areas for the agility type sequence is the speed of reaction and visual ability, and the enhancement of athletic ability mainly depends on strength."

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but grumble at the side, "Please stop, please stop making me envy you even more!"

    Gale also chimed in, ¡°Yeah¡­¡±

    Old White smiled and patted Ample Time¡¯s shoulder. "The benefits of awakening are not just an increase in attributes. You can look forward to it when you go offler. Maybe it¡¯ll unlock some interesting talents."

    Ample Time said with a smile, "Hope it¡¯ll be something awesome."

    Night Ten asked curiously, "For example?"

    "For example, the Thermal Vision Elf Wang has¡­ That thing is simply a cheat in night warfare... Sigh, it¡¯s a pity that that guy doesn¡¯t know how to use it at all."

    Every time he talked about Elf Wang, Ample Time would feel pity for him.

    There were quite many lucky yers in this game, not to mention those mutant sequences, which were the luckiest among the luckiest, a small number of yers were born with a talent, and the cost was only 1 fewer point in their main attribute stat.

    Like Elf Wang¡¯s Thermal Vision, Makka Pakka¡¯s nt Whisperer, Yaya¡¯s Toxin Intuition, Quit Bullshit¡¯s Insect Pheromone Detection... Any one of them was a magical skill in his opinion!

    Sadly, his luck in this game was really far away from being realistic.

    Old Whiteforted him, "Don¡¯t think too much, the developers are already treating us very well."

    Ample Time nodded. "That¡¯s true."

    Honestly speaking, Light had always been good to them, and the contribution points that were given in the early game had not been cleared away. asionally, he wouldmunicate with them in the group about problems in the game.

    Such an amiable developer was really rare, and it was much better than some certain games.

    "Let¡¯s stop it here for today... Only level B9 and B10 are left," Old White confirmed with a nce at the VM and looked at the gate in front. "If there isn¡¯t any ident, the reactor is right below us."

    "To be safe, let¡¯s go back and save our progress."

    "Okay!" Night Ten put away his gun, smiled and looked at Ample Time who was leaning against the wall, "Come on, let¡¯s carry Ample Time back."

    Old Whiteughed heartily. "Good idea, bro, what pose do you want to try?"

    Rolling his eyes angrily, Ample Time walked away from the wall, "Fuck off, I can walk by myself!"

    "Hahaha!"

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 Chapter 216.1: New Ability User and Preparation for War

    Chu Guang¡¯s luck has been pretty good recently.

    As of the 10th day of Wartime Regtions, his yers had created a total of 371 bonus points for him, which was even a bit beyond his expectations.

    It stands to reason that as the blizzard continues, the range of activities for the yers should decrease.

    However, thepletion rate of the daily life mission didn¡¯t decrease in the slightest.

    In addition to being moved, Chu Guang also made up his mind to make good use of the wealth that his yers created for him.

    Considering that the medicines were temporarily enough, except for the three advanced loot boxes, Chu Guang used all the remaining 71 reward points on basic loot boxes.

    It was not that he believed in luck all of a sudden. It was mainly because he had bought a single draw before and got a bag of high-yielding rice seeds.

    It was the second time he got seeds from the loot box after cotton seeds.

    Without saying a word, Chu Guang immediately used the bag of seeds in the soilless nting units that had just harvested a batch of Pak Choi for nting.As for if it would have a higher yieldpared to the rice seeds given away on level B3, he would know byparing them in the future.

    Anyway, back to the results of opening the loot boxes. Although no seeds were drawn, the results were quite gratifying.

    From those 71 reward points, in addition to 25 lollipops, 15 chocte bars, and 8 boxes of canned meat, Chu Guang actually got 10 packs of 500 grams salt, 8 bottles of soy sauce, 2 bottles of vinegar, and 3 bags of cornmeal.

    Although those materials could not fundamentally solve the food crisis, it was undoubtedly good news for those yers who had stalls in the market.

    There were new seasonings avable!

    It was an epic enhancement for Lifestyle Profession yers!

    The other three advanced loot boxes did not disappoint Chu Guang either.

    A Type 5 Light Cavalry exoskeleton, a Hummingbird drone, and a Carbon Nano Body Armor.

    To be honest, the system was so generous that he almost couldn¡¯t believe it.

    He now owned three Hummingbirds and could split one to do reconnaissance missions while the other two could overlook the outpost and Longevity Town.

    After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang decided to leave the Type 5 Light Cavalry exoskeleton on the shelf of the NPC shop.

    Since the performance of the Type 5 was more than twice that of the Miner Type I, Chu Guang simply added one more zero to the Miner, which was 20,000 silver coins, and used it as the price for the Type 5 exoskeleton.

    As for the purchase threshold, one also needed to be Awakened (LV10) and to be a Citizen.

    Just when Chu Guang was enjoying the joy of the harvest and admiring the Administrator Allowance sent from the conveyor belt, the voice of Little Seven suddenly came from the speakers on the wall. "Master, you have two more yers reaching LV10."

    "Two?" Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then immediately opened the administrator menu and cut to the yer list.

    On the list, the gic sequence level behind the two names was marked with the LV10 mark, and the login status was also the same.

    <strong>[Locked for 5 hours]</strong>

    "Ample Time and Midnight Pubg?"

    It was these two brothers.

    The awakening of Midnight Pubg was to be expected. He was one of the yers who entered the game early, and he was also a strength type, and was very capable.

    Chu Guang still remembered the feat of this guy cutting down more than 200 trees in three days.

    "Sure enough, it¡¯s easier and quicker to level up the strength type sequence."

    "And the agility type appears to be second quickest."

    At present, the highest intelligence type yer in the entire server was Gale, who had just reached LV9.

    Night Ten, who was a perception type yer, had stopped at LV9 for a while, and it was estimated that he would also be able to awaken soon.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang sighed in his heart. His yers were really hard-working. It was time that he needed to start working harder!

    Otherwise, some yers would think he was just lucky that he was able to survive alone in the wastnd for five months, and any yer would be able to assassinate him easily.

    <em>Humph, don¡¯t be foolish.</em>

    <em>Does cheating in other games all the time give you an illusion that you will be invincible in this game as well?</em>

    <em>Not to mention my magical outfit, even without it, I can still beat you guys easily.</em>

    So far, the only person in the entire server who had really ripped off a Creeper by hand was Chu Guang himself. Saying that Chu Guang could beat those yers easily wasn¡¯t an overstatement.

    However, it was still necessary to maintain the superiority in levels. But it was not entirely out of prudence, but mainly out of concern for yers¡¯ gaming experience.

    After all, as we all know, the leading NPC of a force in any MMORPGs always has the highest level.

    If the level of the leading NPC was not as high as that of the yer, then the game would be too unrealistic!

    ...

    On the official website forum.

    Quit Bullshit: It¡¯s the 10th day, brothers! There are only 50 days left until the end of winter!

    Elf Wang: Damn it! There are still 50 days to go!

    Tail: Since we can¡¯t go out to fight those marauders, let¡¯s have a snowball fight! (£à?¡ä)¦·

    Sisi: Oh, that¡¯s a good idea.

    Night Ten: Hahaha, doesn¡¯t that mean the strength type will win all the time? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Tail: Nonsense, I¡¯m super fast!

    It was the peak offline period and as everyone was logging onto the official website to exchange strategies as usual, an announcement suddenly popped up on the forum.

    <strong>[Server Announcement:</strong> Congrattions to yer Ample Time for bing the first LV10 agility type yer in the entire server<strong>!]</strong>

    <strong>[This achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame since the yer chose to make it public]</strong>

    The moment the announcement came out, the atmosphere on the forum instantly reached a boiling point.

    Tail: !! Someone is faster than me! w(?§¥?)w

    Sisi: Tail, wake up, he is a T0 boss after all. What do you have that you canpare with him?

    Tail: QAQ

    Elf Wang: Damn, damn Beater! I¡¯m actually not the fastest! (Frustration)

    Lightning Professor: You are all Beaters, alright. I can¡¯t even get into the game! T.T

    Silver Hand: Strongly request developers to reset the data after the officialunch of the beta version! (Screaming)

    Silver Sword: Agree! (Screaming)

    Sideline cking: Get lost, don¡¯t even think about it!

    Eye Owe Money: That¡¯s right! Do you know how hard it is for the cker to be a feeder? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Sideline cking: Fuck off!

    Only on whether to reset data, in-game yers and cloud gamers could never reach a consensus.

    The same was true on that day.

    The two sides were divided into two factions, and they were arguing non-stop about whether to clear the data in the beta testing stage.

    The two ability users didn¡¯t show up from beginning to end, seemingly wanting to avoid the limelight.

    After reading the posts in the forum, Chu Guang, who was lurking on the forum, showed an old father-like smile on his face.

    <em>Reset data?</em>

    <em>Nonsense!</em>@@novelbin@@

    That was what a serious gamepany would do. When did he say that he was working for a serious gamepany?

    These ounts were all his treasures!

    However, since yers who entered the game early began to awaken one after another, it was foreseeable that in the next two months, yers would usher in a wave of awakening peaks.

    After the winter passed, maybe he could have apany of ability users.

    With the quality of individual soldiers like that, as long as the equipment was able to keep up, the strength of the entire group would be unimaginable.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help feeling excited.

    ...

 Chapter 216.2: New Ability User and Preparation for War

    In Steel nt 81.

    The production was in full swing, and it was a lively scene as far as eyes could see.

    With the mobilization of the Wartime Regtions, more and more refugees were put into production work. The number of workers in Steel nt 81 had expanded to 90, and was divided into multiple workshops ording to different production missions.

    Workers who had mastered production skills were promoted to foreman and led inexperienced apprentices to learn how to use the equipment in the factory to recycle the garbage picked up by the scavengers from the wastnd into what they needed.

    At this moment, in the No.1 workshop of Steel nt 81, a 20mm caliber autocannon was disyed in the center of the workshop.

    The box-type receiver structure had simple buffers on both sides, and there was an air-cooled box at the root of the gun barrel for heat dissipation.

    The magazine was located directly behind the receiver, close to the trigger position, which was convenient for the gunner to load, and could be operated by one person, which was very convenient.

    In order to ensure the safety of the gunner and the ammunition rack, the front end of the receiver also had a groove, which could be installed or welded with a 20mm steel te.

    This thickness was sufficient to withstand most bullets and explosive fragments, providing the gunner with a rtively safe firing environment.Standing next to Chu Guang, Athlete Foot, one of the managers of Steel nt 81, was introducing the product to him proudly. "20mm caliber, 1500mm long barrel, 1300mm long rifling, one magazine can fit 10 bullets, and it can be emptied in less than 5 seconds! As you can see, this equipment can definitely be the nemesis of helicopters!"

    Bathroom Goer, who was standing on the other side, said with the same excitement, "That¡¯s right, dear administrator, it¡¯s not just the nemesis of helicopters, I dare say that even Creepers and mutant humans running on the ground will definitely not be able to withstand a shot that hits them head-on!"

    If they actually withstood the first shot, they could simply shoot another!

    "Considering variousbat needs, we also designed phosphorus-containing incendiary bullets, steel-core armor-piercing bullets, and high-explosive bullets for it! Unfortunately, we have not made a proximity fuze, so the high-explosive bullets that trigger the fuze in advance have a small probability of misfire, but it is not a big problem!"

    "That¡¯s right, but wouldn¡¯t 10 shells in a magazine be too little?" Looking at the autocannon in front of him, Chu Guang had an expression of interest on his face.

    As if guessing that the administrator would ask that, Athlete Foot said with a smile, "It¡¯s not a problem at all! We can put four autocannons together and fire intermittently! That¡¯s 40 rounds!"

    Bathroom Goer followed suit. "That¡¯s right, if the firepower is not enough, we can also install the eight-unit base and tow it with a truck!"

    Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

    But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and then asked, "By the way, what about the 88mm cannon you got before? Isn¡¯t there an experimental version? Why didn¡¯t I see it?"

    In addition to anti-aircraft firepower, he also needed a sufficiently reliable support weapon at the moment.

    The support mentioned here was not the unreliable pieces of shit Mosquito came up with. Well, the dude was able to create some amazing stuff once in a while, but most of his inventions might kill you before you killed the enemy.

    It was the kind that could cooperate with the infantry on the front line and drop the explosives on the enemy¡¯s head with precision.

    For some reason, after hearing Chu Guang¡¯s words, the expressions on Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot¡¯s faces turned a little awkward.

    Thetter coughed softly, "The speed of that artillery¡¯s shells can¡¯t go up... At first, we nned to change to a howitzer, but we didn¡¯t have time. Mosquito came over and gave us an offer, saying that he was going to continue our research. So we sold all the unrifled barrels to him."

    Speaking of this, Bathroom Goer looked indignant. "But we didn¡¯t expect that he didn¡¯t n to continue our research at all. Later I learned that he cut the barrel into small sections and nned to make a short-caliber 88mm mortar."

    Athlete Foot shook his head and said. "That little fucker does whatever he wants¡­!"@@novelbin@@

    Chu Guang was stunned by what he said before feeling a little dumbfounded.

    <em>Modifying anti-aircraft guns into mortars</em>?

    <em>Does this work too?!</em>

    ...

    The southern suburb of Heavenly Water City.

    In the abandoned North Slope Industrial Estate.

    Dpidated factories and buildings were all around, and there were as many concrete fragments scattered on the ground as there was snow falling in the sky.

    In a factory with a rtivelyplete wall.

    Ragged and scrawny ves, under the watchful eye of marauder overseers armed with weapons and whips, brought supplies from the warehouse into the workshop.

    There was also a veryrge boiler hanging in the workshop.

    The furnace was filled with boiling molten iron, and the ves next to it were still using shovels to bring coal to the heating room, making the whole room as hot as summer.

    The workshop next door was just as hot.

    More than 30 iron anvils were disyed in the wide workshop, and the shirtless ves were swinging their hammers and beating the red-hot castings on the anvils hard.

    After hot forging, these rough castings were sent to another workshop, processed by a group of skilled craftsmen using simple tools such as files, and sent by porters to the final workshop for assembly.

    The looks in the eyes of the overseers looking at these ves struck fear in their hearts, and their calves couldn¡¯t help shaking.

    It didn¡¯t look like they were looking at a human.

    Rather, they looked like they were staring at meat on a chopping board.

    However, if they could work, at least they wouldn¡¯t be eaten. As long as they worked hard, they would live... That was the promise given to them by the overseers.

    And the survivors who were kept in captivity in underground cells were much worse.

    They only had two types of endings.

    Either became cannon fodder, or food rations.

    In winter, thetter was much more likely than the former.

    In the office on the second floor of the factory, it was as warm as spring.

    Sitting behind an old desk was a scruffy man in a leather jacket with a wooden pipe in his mouth.

    The smoke from the psychoid leaves burning made him squint his eyes in ecstasy.

    His name was ck Snake, a brigademander of the Bonechewer n, and he was ordered to lead a brigade south, but stopped because of the heavy snow.

    Although the status of the Snake Tribe he belonged to was not as good as the Fang Tribe in the Bonechewer n, it was still under the directmand of the n leader, and each of the nine Company Leaders under him was a ruthless man who could conquer and fight well.

    Actually, there were ten before.

    However, the Company Leader named Ka was attacked by local survivors in Clearspring City on the way to ?Clearspring City to establish an outpost, and his whereabouts were unknown.

    ck Snake didn¡¯t feel bad about losing a merepany leader, he could promote another one at any time as long as he wanted.

    What really distressed him was the loss of nearly one hundred and fifty brothers in that battle, as well as nearly one hundred rounds of 100mm shells and dozens of tons of rations.

    ck Snake got angry every time he thought about it.

    <em>Those damn prodigals!</em>

    They even poured all his nutritional cream into the sewer, and set fire to his dried rat and meat strips!

    <em>Waste is a shameful act.</em>

    He swore that he would definitely get the lost supplies back from them.

    "It¡¯s so beautiful to hear the sound of the hammer... When the winter is over, we¡¯ll have two morepanies¡¯ worth of equipment!"

    With nearly 1,000 ves, the logistical problems of 1,500 people were solved.

    These ves were not only used asbor, but also as food.

    ck Snake felt like a genius.

    The staff officer, Vaders, standing aside looked at him, but the expression on his face was not very optimistic. "This battle should not be dragged on for too long, you should have noticed that when your subordinates attacked the local survivor settlements, they encountered strong resistance on both asions... Obviously, those survivors were aware of the danger. They even formed alliances and relocated outlying settlements."

    "Isn¡¯t that great?" ck Snake¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, smoke wafted from his nose, and he continued. "Since they now huddle together like rodents, we can just kill them all altogether. It saves us the time to chase them around!"

    Hearing this, Vaders shook his head.

    He was thinking about it too simply!

    He had learned from Kevin before that the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City were suspected to have mastered the technique of making punched receivers.

    This meant they could produce reliable weapons and ammunition inrge quantities in a short period of time and at an extremely low cost.

    On the other hand, on their side, due to theck of production equipment and effective logistical support, even if those ves yed a small role, they were quite limited to be honest.

    The longer the war dragged on, the more dangerous it was to them!

    However,pared to Vaders, ck Snake, a brigademander, was very optimistic. "Rx, my friend. I know they might be tough, but we have that guy."

    100mm howitzer!

    A 20-kilogram shell strike would dissipate grass within 30 meters, and a half-meter-thick concrete fortification would be easily shattered!

    That terrifying firepower was enough to make any survivor colony under the scale of 10,000 despair!

    And they had two of them!

    ck Snake leisurely added some sun-dried psychoid leaves to his pipe, as there was nothing else to do in the winter.

    Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

    After getting permission toe in, a marauder in a fur coat walked in, gave an inadequate military salute, and said. "Report! The Lion Fang brigademander has sent someone to bring you a message saying that they¡¯ve built an infantry fortification in Remote Creek Town, and they want to invite you to join them in the spring hunt!"

    "Remote Creek Town?" ck Snake nced subconsciously at the map on the wall, but couldn¡¯t see where it was.

    Vaders, who was standing beside him, reminded, "Remote Creek Town is located just north of Clearspring City, about 10 kilometers away from the Elm District and about 20 kilometers away from the concrete fortifications built by the survivors in the northern suburbs."

    The southern suburb of Heavenly Water City, where they were now, was probably located in the northeast of Clearspring City.

    After a moment¡¯s pause, Vaders performed his duties as a staff officer and gave advice. "?The survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City are not easy to deal with. It is a good choice to concentrate troops against them."

    With two brigades, what he was worried about would no longer exist.

    With so many people, they could easily defeat the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City even if they used the human wave attack tactic.

    However, his superior apparently didn¡¯t think so¡­

    "Why should we be with them? We can take the northern suburbs of Clearspring City by ourselves." ck Snake¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly.

    ording to the marauder¡¯s rules, whoever took down the territory first would have the right to loot!

    If he acted with the people of the Fang Tribe, he would only be able to get leftovers.

    But if he was able to capture the northern suburb of ?Clearspring City alone, he would be able to have a chance to eat meat to his heart¡¯s content.

    He had artillery, armor, and enough infantry to deal with a bunch of scavengers.

    Why should he let other people share his victory?

    "Although Lion Fang is also a brigademander like me, his status in the tribe is higher than mine. If we act together, his level ofmand is higher than mine. The survivors in the northern suburbs are easy to deal with, but Boulder Town is a tough one. If we follow them, we might be sent as cannon fodder."

    Squinting those serpent-like eyes, ck Snake continued slowly. "Not only can we not follow them, we must also get ahead of them and kill the prey in the shortest possible time!"

    Vaders had a look of helplessness on his face.

    He was very clear that this man would not listen to him when making decisions at the strategic level.

    Most of the marauders were the same, they only had the spoils in their eyes, and it was the brutality and ferocity etched into their bones that drove them to fight, and nothing else.

    Even if the people of the Bonechewer n looked a little different, there was not much difference in essence.

    It was like a dog that wouldn¡¯t stop eating shit.

    Looking at Vaders who fell into silence, ck Snake revealed a rxed smile, and said a few words to soothe him. "Rx, my friend, I didn¡¯t underestimate our opponents. I made this judgment only after I learned about their strength from the brothers who hade back from the front."

    He still respected this military advisor who had helped him win many battles.

    If it were someone else, they might have been eaten already.

    "Do you want to give it a shot? You are no longer a member of the Army. There is no need to obey the rules of the Army. You can have fun with us." ck Snake said while handing over the cigarette in his hand.

    Looking at the cigarette ck Snake handed over, Vaders shook his head and said, "No, I need to keep my mind clear."

    The people from the Army wouldn¡¯t smoke.

    At most, they would drink wine.

    For him, having wealth, beauty, and wine was more than enough.

    ck Snake smiled and waved his pipe. "This thing does exactly that. Psychoid leaves can make you a hundred times more energetic and awake, but since you don¡¯t like it, forget it."

    Leaning back on the chair, ck Snake looked at him and muttered suddenly, "I need you to make a n to help me win this war in the shortest time possible."

    Vaders pondered for a while and asked cautiously, "How about mid January?"

    "The blizzard should stop by then, the impact of the weather will not be great, and we can give them a surprise before the spring starts."

    When the winter just ended, those survivors should not have too many fortifications. The impact of this cold winter on everyone was equal, whether it was those attacking or those defending.

    ck Snake snapped his fingers. "Alright, we¡¯ll do as you say!"

 Chapter 217.1: Ninth Floor of the Greenhouse Ruins

    "Our enemies are not going to wait until winter is over and then swagger over to our trenches."

    "They are marauders, and they are the best at sneak attacks. If they are quick, maybe when this snowstorm is over, their army wille to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City."

    "My guess is... in early January, maybe even on New Year¡¯s Day."

    After reviewing the guards¡¯ new recruits, Chu Guang returned to the guard¡¯s station in Longevity Town with Liu Ding, Wrench, and Vanus.

    There was a temporary bunker-likemand post, thickly covered with snow, and only a tunnel was essible.

    Thest batch of supplies seized from the marauders contained a hundred 100mm high explosive shells.

    Each shell weighed 11 kilograms in total, contained a 2 kilogram warhead, and had a mix of TNT and Cyclonite charges.

    As long as it hit something, the damage would probably be quite astonishing.

    Although it was not known how many howitzers they had in their hands, those shells alone were enough to make Chu Guang alert.The marauders he would be facing were not easy to deal with!

    At present, Shelter 404 was relying on the information obtained by those on the forum. The continuous research of 30 Lifestyle Profession yers with chemical-rted experience could count as him unlocking the production process of Cyclonite, but unfortunately, the output was not very high.

    It was still too difficult to develop reliable heavy support firepower before New Year¡¯s Day. What needed to be solved was not only the problem with the barrel, but also many other problems including ballistics. That relied more on the experience in actualbat than theoretical knowledge.

    It might be more practical to count on Mosquito¡¯s damned rockets in the war with the Bonechewer n than to count on the current imperfect heavy artillery they were working on.

    Wrench and Liu Ding looked at each other subconsciously, their expressions slightly dazed.

    <em>What¡¯s New Year¡¯s Day?</em>

    Although Vanus also didn¡¯t understand what New Year¡¯s Day was, his focus was not on such trivial matters, but on Chu Guang¡¯s prediction of the next round of marauder¡¯s offensive.

    Staring at the paper map hanging on the wall of the temporarymand post, Vanus said after pondering for a long time. "If it were me, I would choose to go on the offensive in mid January."

    Chu Guang looked at him and asked, "Why?"

    Vanus quickly exined, "This is out of careful consideration. The snow on the road will make it difficult for trucks to move, and the logistical pressure will be greater than expected. As themander of the front line, I first have to assume that you have evacuated all the survivor settlements in the northern suburbs that can be plundered in advance, and built enough fortifications to fight us to the end with the determination to fight to the death.¡±@@novelbin@@

    "At that time, our troops will not be able to obtain any resources locally, and can only rely on our own supplies to fight a tough battle that may be dragged on for a long time."

    Eyes fixed on an abandoned city in the northeast, Vanus continued, "I will first establish an operational base, deploy artillery, then send mobile troops to harass your positions using the advantages of vehicles, direct artillery bombardment, weaken your defenses with multiple raids, and finally concentrate forces from multiple directions tounch an attack at the same time."

    Liu Ding and Wrench held their breaths involuntarily.

    If those marauders used the same approach, the battle would undoubtedly be tougher than imagined.

    Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully. "That sounds like a good idea."

    He certainly didn¡¯t expect the Bonechewer n to be like Bloodhand n, foolishlyunching a suicide charge towards his position, and then being harvested like wheat with automatic weapons by the yers crouching in the trenches.

    Those goblin-like creatures were very cunning, especially now that they had acquired the tactics of the Army¡­ Even if only a small part of it.

    But¡­

    Too bad they ran into Shelter 404!

    Attrition method of continuous attack like that may be useful against others, but it was simply useless to yers who could respawn in three days.

    He only needed to defend the new industrial area located in the abandoned city and ensure the supply of weapons and equipment, and then those marauders would soon experience the nightmare of being dominated by the undead.

    When necessary, he could even abandon the big factory, dismantle the production equipment into pieces, and withdraw into the endless ruins. Then, the yers could take advantage of their individualbat power and start to fight in the streets with the marauders in the city.

    Noticing an expression of calm on Chu Guang¡¯s face, Vanus raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. "Looks like you already have a n."

    "That¡¯s right."

    "I¡¯m a little curious. If you don¡¯t mind, can you tell me what the n is?" Vanus asked.

    Chu Guang smiled lightly. "You will know in the next few days."

    He had thought of many ns, but the situation on the battlefield would always change rapidly, and he was not sure which n would be used in the end.

    After all, it also depended on which tactic the enemy used.

    Vanus didn¡¯t continue to ask, but just shrugged and no longer bothered with him. After all, he was just a prisoner of war.

    If Chu Guang asked for his opinion, he would speak his mind and offer suggestions for reference. But if Chu Guang didn¡¯t intend to let him know, in his position, he really shouldn¡¯t keep asking for sensitive information.

    It was just that Vanus was still curious.

    <em>What is this man going to do?</em>

    The other party had 100mm howitzers, and the specific number was not known.

    In addition, the number of marauders was more than 1,000, and the number of vehicles was unknown. Whether it was equipment or troops, they had an absolute advantage.

    They were not ordinary marauders. After the two previous battles, the man in front of him was obviously clear about this.

    The odds of them winning were not really high, but the expression of calm on the administrator¡¯s face was really iprehensible.

    Just then, there was a knock on the door of the temporarymand post.

    After getting permission, a security guard in a ck coat walked in from the door and performed a military salute with his right fist on his chest. "I¡¯m here to make a report!"

    Chu Guang said concisely, "Speak."

    The guard immediately replied, "The sentries we sent out to patrol the north found a group of marauders in Remote Creek Town, just north of Longevity Town. We suspected them to be people from the Bonechewer n!"

    After hearing the report, Chu Guang looked slightly surprised, and immediately looked at the map on the wall.

    Remote Creek Town was about 20 kilometers away from Longevity Town, adjacent to the north side of Elm District. In terms of administrative division, it belonged to the southernmost township under the jurisdiction of West Continent City, close to Heavenly Water City¡¯s West District.

    This distance was not very close, but it was definitely not far.

    However, what puzzled Chu Guang was why those marauders would appear in Remote Creek Town.

    ording to the marching route of those marauders, it was obvious that their station should be northeast of Clearspring City and south of Heavenly Water City.

    <em>Did they relocate?</em>

    Vanus stared at the map, the expression on his face gradually became solemn. "Administrator, although I don¡¯t want to say it¡­ But I¡¯m afraid we have to prepare for the worst."

    Inside the temporarymand post, four pairs of eyes looked at him in unison.

    Chu Guang had vaguely guessed something, but he did not speak and waited for him to continue.

    Vanus paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly let out a cold breath. "The troop due north of us is obviously not the same group as the marauders in the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City. You will probably face more than just a brigade¡­ You might be facing 2 of them¡­"

    ...

    <strong>[Wartime Regtions Day 14]</strong>

    Confirming the information on the VM, Old White wiped off the slimy liquid stuck to the steel arm guards and the cilia dropped from the moth¡¯s wings. "The difficulty of the raid on level B9 is surprisingly small."

    "After all, this is where the reactor is ced, there is no incubator, and the area is not veryrge." Ample Time put away the mechanicalpound bow on his hand and said casually.

    Four days ago, his level reached LV10, and he became the first agility type ability user on the entire server.

    As Old White guessed, his primary attribute increased by 5 attribute points, and the remaining 4 secondary attributes increased by 1 point each.

    Agility of up to 17 points allowed him to have almost three times the reaction speed of ordinary people, and he also gained the ability of dynamic vision.

    And the skill he acquired was also very satisfying to him. It was simr to <em>bullet time</em> in <em>Max Payne</em>!

    That did not mean that he could be faster, but based on the bonus of agility attributes, everything around him would be shown in slow motion when he was highly focused.

    Maybe as long as the agility attribute was high enough, maybe one day he could see the trajectory of the bullet clearly.

    In any case, this could be called a magical skill for a shooter.

    <em>Praise for the developers!</em>

    Since unlocking the bullet time, although his teammates didn¡¯t feel that he had any obvious improvement, Ample Time felt that he had almost be invincible.

    The mission had entered the final stage.

    Carefully searching every corner on level B9, Old White used a melee knife to clear the remaining Devil Moths that went into hiding.

    Night Ten, who was walking behind, said in a chatty tone after discovering there was no chance for him to fire his gun. "What do you guys think will be on level B10?"

    Gale, who was walking aside, thought for a while and said. "I don¡¯t know, but what is certain is that the Devil Moth¡¯s hive is there."

    Night Ten frowned. "Will there be a moth the size of a mutant human?"

    Gale thought for some time before replying, "It¡¯s not very realistic from an evolutionary point of view, the oversized body is not suitable for arthropods to survive... At least, that¡¯s considering the oxygen content and gravity of the earth. However, this is not absolute. After all, the wastnd is not a normal natural selection environment, let alone a game."

    At this moment, Gale suddenly paused and looked up to the front. "But... This game is too realistic."

    The group stopped, and in front of them was a closed gate.

    Judging from the sign on the gate that was simr to the power room on level B3, and from the mark on the VM map, they should be at the the reactor.

    Through a long, transparent window, Gale could see the cylindrical reactor inside the room.

    A working reactor after two centuries of operation¡­ Even in a game, it was still pretty unbelievable.

    It seemed that it wasn¡¯t the type of reactor that required water.

    "Is this a Tokamak or a Sterator?" Night Ten asked curiously.

    Gale thought for a moment, then shook his head. "It doesn¡¯t look like either... It looks unremarkable from the outside, even smaller than a nuclear fission reactor."

    <em>It is much smaller!</em>

    Night Ten chuckled. "Maybe it¡¯s just that the gamepany simply ran out of creativity... I thought it would be something a bit cooler."

    "This design actually makes sense. After all, in the pre-war society depicted in the game¡¯s background, the prevalence of controlled nuclear fusion continues to rece fossil fuels, and in some areas even rece chemical batteries. Their understanding of energy technology ispletely unknown to us, and it is more reasonable to present it in a more concise way than we imagine."

    Gale was curious about the design of the reactor that the gamepany hade up with. After all, it involved a field he was familiar with.

    However, he was a sane person, and it was impossible for him to risk the lives of his teammates.

    Moreover, he didn¡¯t have the ability to break it apart¡­

    If he wanted to destroy the first wall that could block neutron rays, at least several hundred kilograms of explosives were required. That stuff wasn¡¯t made of tofu after all.

    Just the alloy door leading to the reaction chamber was at least half a meter thick, not to mention the wall, which was probably made into part of the entire load-bearing structure.

    Even if they blew up the entire level, they might not be able to scrape off ayer from the reactor.

 Chapter 217.2: Ninth Floor of the Greenhouse Ruins

    Feeling a slight tingling between his eyebrows, Gale felt a burning sensation spread to his body, causing him to frown.

    Night Ten, who was standing beside him, seemed to have the same reaction, and with an exaggerated scream, he grabbed his right arm.

    "Oh my god! This burning sensation¡­ I feel like the God of Chunibyo finally answered my prayer and granted me the power of anime!"

    Ample Time gave him a speechless look. "Can you be a little more normal?"

    Reaching out to hold Night Ten, Old White noticed Gale¡¯s state at the same time. He was dazed for a moment, before his expression lit up. "My goodness, we got two new ability users today!"

    The first intelligence type and perception type ability users in the entire server were born at the same time!

    The members of the Bull and Horse Squad were going to be in the Hall of Fame!

    This achievement was simply incredible!

    Ample Time¡¯s face was also full of excitement, but right now they were in the moth¡¯s nest, obviously not the time to be distracted and happy. "This is freaking awesome! Anyway, let¡¯s go back and save our progress first."It was foreseeable that the forum would be lively again for a while today.

    At Ample Time¡¯s suggestion, the Bull and Horse Squad left the Greenhouse Ruins and returned to the outpost.

    Escorting his teammates to the gate of the outpost, Old White, who was standing under the concrete wall, suddenly stopped. "Before I go offline, I n to go to the industrial area. You guys can go back to save your progress first."

    Night Ten asked curiously, "Industrial area? What are you doing there."

    Old White smiled. "I¡¯ve been using the LD-47 for a while now, but I always feel that I can¡¯t fully utilize the strength type¡¯s advantage using this weapon. So I n to go to the steel factory to see if I can order two pieces of equipment suitable for the strength type to improve the firepower of our team."

    Night Ten and Gale looked at each other in confusion.

    Ample Time understood what he meant, and immediately became interested. "I¡¯ll go with you then. Anyway, I have nothing to doter."

    Old White smiled heartily. "Okay, let¡¯s go."

    ...

    In the new industrial area.

    At the door of Steel nt 81, as soon as Old White and Ample Time entered the door, they saw Midnight Pubg discussing something with Bathroom Goer. "I want a chainsaw, can you make it?"

    "Chainsaw my ass, where do you want me to get you batteries?"

    Although Bathroom Goer rolled his eyes in annoyance, Midnight Pubg still didn¡¯t give up. "Does it have to be powered by batteries? Can¡¯t it be powered by diesel?"

    Hearing Midnight Pubg saying these words in a casual tone as if it was something that could be done easily, Bathroom Goer almost snapped. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and continue to ask, "Do you have a diesel engine? Do you have diesel?"

    He couldn¡¯t even find a diesel engine in the wastnd, let alone diesel.

    He had been having a lot of headaches about this in the past few days.

    Midnight Pubg was dazed for a moment, not expecting it to be so troublesome. In the end, he scratched the back of his head and said, "In that case... I¡¯ll buy a hatchet."

    "..." Bathroom Goer looked helpless.

    A wooden-handled hatchet was only 10 silver coins, and that was after the price increase.

    After deducting raw material andbor costs and electricity bills, etc., the profit margin was only 10%, which was 1 silver coin.

    It was much better to sell a few more bullets than an axe!

    "I really rmend you to think more about using modern equipment."

    Just when he was about to find a reason to send Brother Pubg away, he suddenly saw Old White and Ample Time at the door.

    With his eyes lighting up, Bathroom Goer immediately ignored Brother Pubg and greeted the two of them. "Yo, Brother White and Brother Ample Time, what brings you two here today?"

    Those two were filthy rich fuckers!

    <em>Recently, the progress of the raid on the Greenhouse Ruins seemed to have been pushed to level B8? Or did they already reach level B9?</em>

    Although the Bull and Horse Squad had never disclosed the exact amount of the reward, it could be guessed ording to the difficulty of the dungeon that the reward was at least in the 4 digits.

    Seeing Bathroom Goer decisively abandoning himself, Midnight Pubg was taken aback.

    <em>Damn, does he have to be so realistic?</em>

    Looking at the old acquaintance walking towards him, Old White said with a hearty smile. "I n to buy a piece of new equipment, is there anything more powerful than the one I currently have?"@@novelbin@@

    "Powerful¡­ In what aspects? We have grenades here, and Armor Fist Bazooka replicas, they are all very powerful!"

    "I¡¯m not talking about one-off explosives, I mean," Old White tried to gesture with his hand, "is there a gun with arger caliber?"

    While talking, Old White¡¯s eyes suddenlynded on the unassembled quadruple cannons in the factory behind Bathroom Goer.

    Seeing this, Old White couldn¡¯t move his eyes away anymore. He immediately walked over, and reached out to touch the thick and long barrel of the cannon. "Holy cow, this is at least 20mm, right?!"

    Seeing that someone was interested in his work, Bathroom Goer smiled and said confidently. "It¡¯s 20mm quadruple anti-aircraft cannons! There are three types of warheads avable, and we call it the Air Ripper, or Ripper for short!"

    The name sounded domineering enough.

    Excited, Old White continued to ask, "How much?!"

    Bathroom Goer froze for a moment, then coughed dryly. "That¡¯s the order from the NPC... As for the price, each one is 3,000 silver coins, and each armor-piercing bullet is 20 silver coins. Let me know what you think."

    "What the hell?! 3000 silver coins?" Old White¡¯s eyes widened.

    It was just a gun with a slightlyrger caliber, but its price was equivalent to 1.5 sets of a Miner I exoskeleton!

    Moreover, the price of the armor-piercing bullet was simply outrageous, one bullet was equivalent to 20 rounds of 7mm, and three rounds could even buy an Armor Fist bazooka!

    Although they had cleared 4 floors in just a few days, andpleted the raid on the most critical level B9, the money they earned couldn¡¯t be wasted so easily.

    After learning the price, Old White immediately gave up the idea of ??buying one, and was embarrassed to ask if it could be cheaper.

    Seeing the expression on Old White¡¯s face, Ample Time had an idea in his mind. He stepped forward, stared at the receiver for a while, and then suddenly asked. "Why is this weapon so expensive?"

    The other factory manager, Athlete Foot, came out of the workshop next to them.

    Hearing Ample Time¡¯s question, he answered casually, "It¡¯s a weapon that can be regarded as a cannon. The receiver in front of you costs at least 2,000 silver coins, not to mention the barrel and other parts in front."

    Ample Time asked. "And what if we need a... A single-shot gun with the same caliber? It doesn¡¯t need to have such aplicated receiver, and it can even be changed to a rotating bolt and be reloaded manually.."

    Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot were dazed for a while.

    "Changed to a rotating¡­ Bolt?"

    "Manual loading?"

    Seeing that the two didn¡¯t seem to understand what he meant, Ample Time continued. "What I just described may be a little inurate. In short, it is to remove the automatic mode of these autocannons and make a weapon simr to a bolt-action rifle, which can be easily held in the hand and ced on the ground¡­¡±

    "I see what you mean, omit the shock absorber and the automatic receiver, right?" Athlete Foot interrupted Ample Time, rubbing his chin with interest.

    "But that kind of gun will be very heavy, right? And the recoil is probably not small, it is estimated that a fixed tripod is needed... Are you sure it cane in handy?"

    After all, that was a cannon, not a gun.

    If the shock absorber and buffer device were cut off and made into a weapon that could be carried on the shoulder and fired, just one shot would probably destroy the shooter¡¯s shoulder.

    Unless the length of the shell was made a little shorter, to the size of that bullet.

    However, in that case, the caliber of 20mm was a bit redundant, and it had to be changed to a 12mm barrel.

    However, after hearing Athlete Foot¡¯s concerns, Ample Time and Old White looked at each other with meaningful smiles on their faces.

    It would be a bit difficult for most people.

    But were they ordinary people?

    "You can add a bipod and butt, but the fixed tripod is not necessary." Old White tapped the exoskeleton¡¯s welded breastte with his fist, with a reassuring smile on his face. "Don¡¯t worry, I can handle it!"

 Chapter 218.1: The Recoil Is Massive, But Itâ€™s So Damn Powerful!

    No matter whether Old White was bragging or not, after listening to his words, Athlete Foot immediately went to the next workshop, and pushed out a 20mm cannon that had just been assembled using a cart.

    Returning to Old White excitedly, he said with sparkling eyes. "Brother, let¡¯s try it. If you can really handle this, we will try to make the thing you asked!"

    There was no point in making a weapon that most people couldn¡¯t use. Steel nt 81 couldn¡¯t just open a production line for one yer.

    But then again, if the outrageous weapon could be used, it would bring them a lot of money!

    The 20mm barrel and ammunition were readily avable, and it was not difficult to make a rotating bolt. They could just follow the receiver of the Arbiter I bolt action rifle and change it to an erged version!

    There were two or three hundred strength type yers on the server, and at least half of them would be awakened in a month.

    There would be a huge market for this gun.@@novelbin@@

    The thought of this made Athlete Foot excited.

    Hearing Athlete Foot¡¯s proposal, Old White thought it made sense, so he readily agreed. "Okay!"After that, Old White didn¡¯t want to dy a single second. He stretched out his hand and picked up the cannon with a total weight of nearly 50 kilograms, and walked outside with great strides.

    The mighty strength of the strength type was really no joke. The cannon in his hand was as light as a baseball bat.

    Athlete Foot and Bathroom Goer brought some test ammo, and Ample Time and Midnight Pubg followed curiously.

    The group soon came to Goblin Technology¡¯s rocket test site on the edge of the industrial area.

    There were concrete wastes everywhere here, and a five-meter-tall building had been blown to pieces under continuous sting.

    When they arrived, Mosquito, carrying half of the rocket tail, was just walking out of the ruins.

    Seeing therge group of people, Mosquito fell into a daze for a moment. "What are you doing here?"

    Old White said with a smile, "Brother, we want to borrow your test site."

    During this winter, the mutants were all hiding in the buildings, so it was not easy to find a target on the street.

    But Mosquito had enough targets there.

    In order to ensure the killing effect of the rocket, Mosquito made dummies out of wood, and many dummies were also hung with steel tes to simte marauders and mutant human¡¯s armor.

    Since Mosquito was a carpenter in real life, he could be said to be very proficient in making those dummies. He even improved the tools and made a nail gun along the way, greatly improving the efficiency of all the craftsmen who were doing the woodwork in the entire industrial area.

    Although he was very dissatisfied with those people interfering with his experiment, Mosquito was also curious about the power of the big gun in Old White¡¯s hand, so he didn¡¯t say anything and stood on the side to watch.

    "How about testing it on a 20mm thick steel te? Let¡¯s see if it can prate it." ncing at Athlete Foot next to him, Mosquito suddenly had an idea and muttered aloud.

    "Isn¡¯t the answer to that question obvious?" Athlete Foot rolled his eyes when he heard Mosquito¡¯s proposal.

    Bathroom Goer, who was helping Old White adjust the weapon, couldn¡¯t help butin, "That¡¯s right! How can it be called a cannon if it can¡¯t even prate a 20mm steel te?"

    Mosquito chuckled and asked curiously, "Then tell me, what pration stats do you think is closer to the real power of this weapon?"

    Athlete Footughed and opened his palms. "It should be able to blow past 50mm as long as it¡¯s within 100 meters of the target and 20mm from that to 500 meters.¡±

    "Like I would believe that." Mosquito rolled his eyes with an expression of disbelief, "It would be even fiercer than a Barrett if it was true!"

    Athlete Foot continued to smile. "Of course! I¡¯ve already told you that it¡¯s a cannon. Can¡¯t you see how long our rifles are, how big our bullets are, and how much propent charges we used?"

    "How much do you put in it?"

    Athlete Foot immediately kept his mouth shut. He felt like this guy was trying to steal their trade secrets.

    That was the charge ratio they figured out after wasting a lot of their budget.

    <em>If this guy wants the recipe, he has to buy it from me, hmph!</em>

    Seeing that he wasn¡¯t able to get the secret out, Mosquito had a regretful expression on his face.

    At this time, Old White had already mastered the know-how of using the cannon. He put the magazine clip protruding backward on his shoulders and confirmed to Bathroom Goer next to him, "Has it been adjusted to single-shot mode?"

    Bathroom Goer said while stepping back, "Yes. You can just pick a target and shoot at it. Then you¡¯ll know!"

    "Okay." Old White excitedly raised the long barrel and aimed the mechanical sight at the dummy about 100 meters away from him.

    There was a 20mm thick steel te hanging on the chest of the dummy. Its physique was modeled after a 1.8 meter tall muscr brute, and its shape was life-like.

    Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Old White tightened his muscles, fully prepared to deal with the recoil, and pulled the trigger at the same time.

    <em>Bang!</em>

    A thunderous sound rang out.

    A half-meter-long fire snake sprang from the muzzle, and the recoil that followed spread all over Old White¡¯s body, instantly rushing to the soles of his feet.

    A small shockwave was sent out from the heel of Old White, spreading out quickly. It kicked up the snow on the ground which sttered on the faces of Mosquito and Athlete Foot beside him.

    The ground trembled from the impact!

    The wooden dummy in the distance seemed to have been hit by a truck. With a loud st, broken sawdust burst into the air, and the whole piece of the steel te that was hit flew out and fell to the ground,pletely out of shape.

    "Fuck! This is a little too strong, isn¡¯t it?!" Mosquito¡¯s eyes were wide open. He was so shocked that he even forgot to wipe the snow on his face.

    He was still a little unconvinced earlier that the shitty-looking gun could prate a 50mm thick steel te at a distance of 100 meters, but now, he was starting to believe it could happen.

    Old White, who was carrying the cannon, and Ample Time and Midnight Pubg, who were watching on the side, were also dumbfounded.

    <em>This is just too fucking strong!</em>

    The two factory managers of Steel nt 81 smiled, their faces filled with pride.

    "See! I told you that this thing is a cannon! Do you understand what a cannon is?"

    "That¡¯s right! You think the explosive speed bonus of X-4 fiber is a joke?"

    Athlete Foot originally had a very smug expression on his face, but he suddenly shuddered when he heard that his teammate began to leak their trade secrets. He hurriedly reached out to cover Bathroom Goer¡¯s mouth. "Okay, stop talking!"

    "<em>UmmIUOBHUG</em>!"

    In fact, even if they didn¡¯t say it, other people would still be able to find out. After all, it was the information published on the official website.

    They just looked at what they could find in the real world and figured out a reliable ratio, which allowed the muzzle velocity of the shell to approach its maximum while holding the barrel pressure.

    Mosquito gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

    Although he had heard that X-4 fiber could rece ordinary nt fiber, and the nitrocellulose made by it could get an explosion speed bonus, he had never really tried it.

    After all, it was a bit against hismon sense.

    He didn¡¯t expect it to be true!

    Not far away, Old White had taken off his exoskeleton.

    The previous shot gave him a general understanding of the recoil of the weapon.

    Next, he was going to try firing the weapon without wearing the exoskeleton!

    The people around stopped talking and looked at him one after another.

    Then they heard another thunderous st!

    Old White, who had the cannon on his shoulder, jerked back suddenly, but still managed to pull it off with his muscles.

    "Damn. This recoil is really strong, but it is still manageable!" Old White, who put down his cannon, lifted his cor and nced at his right chest.

    There was a red mark the size of a shoe that was made by the recoil, but there were no bruises and no other injuries.

    His current level was LV12, and he had 19 points of strength. With one more point, he would be 4 times as strong as an ordinary person.

    With such terrifying muscle strength, it was no exaggeration to say that he was now half a mutant human.

    Moreover, if he used Limit Breaker, his body would probably not shake as it did earlier.

    Ample Time couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "As expected of the number one muscleman in the entire server, I am willing to ept this fact!"

    Old White chuckled, "Thank you, thank you."

    Midnight Pubg stepped forward with an envious look on his face, reached out, and touched the cannon that was lying on the ground. The cannon was still so hot that its barrel had melted the snow around it.

    After weighing it, Midnight Pubg felt that it was not too heavy. He looked back and asked, "Can I try it?"

    Athlete Foot nodded excitedly and said generously, "Of course!"

    He didn¡¯t expect the awakening to be so incredible.

    If yers of the strength type could withstand this recoil after awakening, wouldn¡¯t their weapons be sold like crazy?!

    That would bring in way more money than selling an axe!

    <em>Sure enough.</em>

    <em>Strength type is the best profession in this game!</em>

    Midnight Pubg also tried a shot after getting permission from Athlete Foot.

    However, his situation was a little more embarrassing than that of Old White. Not only was the barrel pushed up by the recoil, but he also stumbled backward and almost fell.

    After all, he had just awakened. LV10 usually only had 17 points of strength, which was not as good as Old White, who was already LV12.

    Without these two additional points of strength, he really wouldn¡¯t be able to handle it if he didn¡¯t use his talent.

    Based on this, the best attribute to use this weapon should be 20 points of strength and 10 points of constitution. Or if it was used when propped up with a stand, then everyone should be able to use it.

    "Good stuff!" Midnight Pubg was very excited. But he quickly calmed down, shook his head, and lowered the gun. "Unfortunately, with such arge recoil, it is definitely impossible to shoot continuously while standing. It¡¯s even more impossible to charge with it."

    Although it was strong, it didn¡¯t match the Berserker talent he unlocked!

    Hearing him, Athlete Foot almost couldn¡¯t hold back and nearly cursed. "Why the heck do you want to charge with such a big weapon? Do you want to poke the enemy with the barrel of this cannon?"

    Bathroom Goer couldn¡¯t help butin, "That¡¯s right! You are just a dumb idiot who doesn¡¯t understand the art of a firearm. Go back and y with axe!"

    "¡­"

    <em>Screw you!</em>

    <em>What¡¯s wrong with ying with axes?</em>

    <em>Are you looking down on melee yers?</em>

    <em>Do you dare to fight me in closebat?!</em>

 Chapter 218.2: The Recoil Is Massive, But Itâ€™s So Damn Powerful!

    Old White and Ample Time came over and looked at the two factory managers of Steel nt 81. "So, what do you think? Is it doable? Can you make one of these that can be carried around easily?"

    The two managers looked at each other.

    "Well, once we make it, you can¡¯t call it a cannon anymore.¡±

    "Indeed."

    Not caring about such trivial matters, Old White said with a hearty smile, "Then what do you think it should be called?"

    Athlete Foot thought for a while. When his eyes fell on the modified breastte of Old White¡¯s exoskeleton, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Lance! We¡¯ll call it the Lance!"

    Looking at Bathroom Goer on the side, Athlete Foot continued to speak with sparkling eyes. "How about calling it the Lance Anti-tank Rifle?"

    He had also estimated that the cost was about 900 silver coins, and the price could be set at 1000 or 950 silver coins for interested yers.

    The ammunition was the same as the cannon, and it didn¡¯t even need to be changed.When the number of awakened yers increased, this equipment would definitely sell like crazy!

    Knowing what he was thinking, Bathroom Goer gave a thumbs up excitedly. "Great, brother, I think it¡¯s a great name! But since it is 20mm, it still should be considered a cannon, right?"

    "Tsk, don¡¯t sweat the small stuff. As long as it is an awesome weapon, nothing else is important!"

    <em>Damn it! </em>

    Looking at these two people, Mosquito standing beside them looked envious.

    Obviously, he also saw themercial potential of the weapon.

    They were all arms dealers, but how could he not make such an awesome weapon?

    It looked like he had to work harder!

    ...

    As the end of December drew closer, the Wartime Regtions entered the 25th day of implementation.

    If it wasn¡¯t extended, the regtion was already halfway through its implementation time.@@novelbin@@

    In the past 25 days, both the steel capacity of the new industrial zone and the literacy of workers had doubled.

    Thanks to the night school and study group system implemented in the new industrial area, after the 12-hour shift, the foremen in the factory would organize the workers to learn literacy, numeracy, and geometric drawing.

    Literacy was their focus.

    ording to the regtions of the new industrial zone, knowledge of basic characters was one of the main assessment criteria for promotion from apprentice to full-time worker.

    Once upgraded to a regr worker, not only would their daily sry be doubled from 2 silver coins to 4 silver coins, and a long-term and stablebor contract be signed with the factory, but it was also even possible to be a foreman directly employed by the shelter.

    Those foremen with VMs were enviable to ordinary workers, not only could theymunicate with the blue coats, but it was also said that their daily sry had risen to 5 silver coins!

    Therefore, the workers¡¯ enthusiasm for learning was very high, especially the migrants from far away.

    They were the most eager to stay, and the most eager to get the approval of the native people of the territory. They wanted to identify with the blue coats!

    Apart from the development of the industrial zone, what made Chu Guang most gratified were his yers.

    So far, 13 yers of them had awakened.

    5 of them were the strength type, 3 were of the agility type, 2 were perception type yers, 2 were constitution type yers, and thest was an intelligence type.

    Sideline cking, who often walked on the edge of life and death, and became the second perception type awakening yer in the entire server after Night Ten.

    The talents unlocked by the two were pretty good, and with their different style of y, they should be able to discover a lot of fun uses for their talents.

    Then there were Elf Wang, who was keen on hunting, Escaping Mole, the editor of Mole¡¯s Daily, and Tomato Eggs, the constitution yer who always rushed to the front, and Irene, who liked to practice internal technique.

    These were all yers who entered the game early, and they were mainly agility type and constitution type.

    The batch of yers who entered the gameter had also reached LV9, which was approaching the brink of a breakthrough. It was expected that they would break through within a month.

    However, the intelligence type, unlike other sequences, was extremely prized, and there was even a clear fault line in the higher levels.

    So far, among all intelligence type yers, only Gale had reached LV10.

    The remaining intelligence type yers didn¡¯t even reach LV9, and only some were at the peak of LV8.

    Another surprise to Chu Guang was that the leveling speed of intelligence type yers in Lifestyle Profession seemed to be faster than in Combat Profession.

    For example, Teng Teng had been LV8 for a while, and she should be able to have a breakthrough soon.

    <em>Maybe the second awakened intelligence type yer would be a Lifestyle Profession yer who didn¡¯t go to the front line and didn¡¯t fight monsters often¡­ </em>

    yers on the official website forum had debated whether it was reasonable or not.

    Especially Old Brother Mole, who even opened a post on this matter.

    <strong>[My views on intelligence type, written on the eve of Alpha 1.0]</strong>

    - Hello, everyone, I¡¯m your big-nosed mole. What I wrote today is not a guide, but a little insight.

    - As more and more yers awaken, the strength type yers has once again confirmed the fact that it is a sequence favored by the developers, and has be the undisputed the best sequence of the current version.

    - And the intelligence type is still sitting on the bench without any ident. It has be the only sequence that has been weak from beginning to end since the game¡¯s test. It is absolutely the worst sequence of the Alpha test version.

    - I have predicted the rise time of the intelligence type more than once, but I have been ruthlessly pped by the developers in the face repeatedly. From the arrival of the Pioneer, to the appearance of the gamey of the scientific expedition team, it seems that there are opportunities to rise again and again. However, not all yers have been able to benefit from it, and only a few yers got lucky. But even so, those lucky ones of intelligence type still need to make a hundred times of effort to barely catch up with the taillights of other sequences.

    - The dark cloud over the intelligence type has never dissipated. Even if one or two yers asionally unlock different gamey, their experience cannot be applied to others.

    - Everymon sense or convention about MMORPG seems to be invalid in the intelligence type. It¡¯s like an abandoned sequence, maybe the developers didn¡¯t intend to design the sequence in the beginning.

    - After all, its role is really difficult to reflect intuitively, and its gamey that can be expanded is not as rich as several other sequences.

    - This was what I thought at first, but then I began to gradually realize that maybe it wasn¡¯t that the intelligence type was deliberately ignored by the devs, but that the sequence was originally designed that way.

    - Fighting monsters and leveling up is not everything in this game, just like life is not just about further studies and promotions... From the moment you enter the game, you can feel from many ces that the gamepany is deliberately creating this atmosphere.

    - They made Wastnd Online a near-real world, made NPCs human-like. And in addition to the elements of violence and destruction, they gave their yers a very different path, which is creation.

    - Use your creativity and ingenuity to change this declining and nt the g of the Federation of People all the way to the edge of the Kuiper Belt.

    - Perhaps, this is the answer that belongs to the intelligence type in this version!

    - It¡¯s also an easter egg left to us by the game designers.

    <strong>[666 likes, 200+ replies]</strong>

    Reading the post from the beginning to the end, Chu Guang had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

    "What a talent..."

    Honestly, he didn¡¯t think about it in such detail.

    But there seemed to be nothing wrong with the interpretation.

    By adding a rmendedbel to the post, Chu Guang continued to scroll down the forum.

    Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a post that waspletely different from the current hot topic on the forum.

    - Speaking of which, it¡¯s almost New Year¡¯s Day, where are you going to celebrate it?

    It was actually a post made by Yaya.

    Since the beginning of winter, she had been very active on the forum. After all, for her, who was not good at fighting and only good at feeding, there were too few things to do in the game.

    <em>New Year¡¯s Eve...</em>

    Looking at the post, Chu Guang¡¯s face suddenly showed a little mncholy.

    That was an important holiday.

    He still remembered that he died in March, came to this world in April, and found Shelter 404 in September.

    <em>It has almost been a year...</em>

    He didn¡¯t have any family members to miss, his previous life had been upied by work, and his friends were basically on the Inte, so aftering to this world, he didn¡¯t even think about finding his way home.

    <em>Why go back?</em>

    At least in the shelter, he could take other people¡¯s rent.

    Continuing to scroll down, he saw that some people in the post said that they nned to spend time with their family and maybe browse the posts on the forum. Some others didn¡¯t seem to care; after all, the time in the game did not conflict with real life, and at most, they would log into the gameter than usual.

    Chu Guang stared at the post for a while, then suddenly called out, "Little Seven."

    Little Seven¡¯s voice floated gently from the side. "Hmm¡­ I¡¯m here, Master."

    Chu Guang thought for a while and said, "New Year¡¯s Day ising soon. Do you think we should hold an event such as celebrating a festival or something?¡±

    Little Seven buzzed, "Huh? Is it the same celebration as before? But Master... It seems that we don¡¯t have enough food."

    "I know," Chu Guang sighed softly, "but we have tomemorate the end of year 211 of the Wastnd Era... Is there a cheaper way to celebrate?"

    It was said that there were many festivals in pre-war society. After all, the average working time per person added up to less than 300 hours a year.

    Coupled with the double prosperity of culture and technology, almost every two days was a festival before the war.

    But after the Wastnd Era, there were no longer any festivals.

    There was nothing good to celebrate, and even the weather was often chaotic.

    Coupled with the loss of culture, many people knew nothing about the Federation of People except theirnguage.

    Some small and medium-sized survivors¡¯ settlements mainly based on farming would selectively reserve some festivals to celebrate the bumper harvest and pray for next year¡¯s harvest, but this obviously did not include Baker Street, where scavenging and hunting were the main business, and most people in Brown Farm were ves.

    It just so happened that the survivors¡¯ settlements in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City were mostly these two types, and maybe one more ry-station-style settlement that did business with merchants.

    Chu Guang has been in the wastnd for almost a year, but he has never seen the scavengers on Baker Street celebrate anything.

    But if there was a festival, it could not only boost people¡¯s morale, but also increase people¡¯s sense of belonging and cultural identity.

    After all, in addition to the yers on his territory, there were refugees from all over the world.

    He had to find a way to unite them and festivals and celebrations were simply a perfect solution.

    Little Seven was silent for a while, not knowing whether it was searching for something in its database or seriously thinking about this issue.

    After a long time, the well-behaved voice floated back weakly. "Hmm¡­ Little Seven thinks¡­ It¡¯s the wastnd after all... There¡¯s no need to refer to the festivals on Earth. Maybe¡­ We can just take the opportunity to celebrate and encourage everyone to try some new food? In the name of the festival, give an award to the most creative recipe or something."

    <em>Try some new food?</em>

    <em>And give out an award for the most creative recipe?</em>

    Chu Guang was slightly taken aback.

    For a split second, he even changed his evaluation of the little dustbin.

    <em>Could this robot be¡­</em>

    <em>A genius?!</em>

 Chapter 219.1: New Talents

    In the Bull and Horse Club group.

    It was as lively as ever.

    Since Night Ten and Gale became the first perception type and intelligence type yers in Wastnd Online respectively, the Bull and Horse Squad becamepletely famous on the forums.

    Some people on the forum somehow got the group number, so now there were people joining the group every day.

    In order to prevent some strange people froming in, and to prevent people from harassing Light, the group owner, Old White, simply closed the application to join the group.

    Based on the posts on the forum, it was said that two more yers had awakened on the server today.

    And they were all strength types.

    One of the unlocked talents was Berserker, which could convert half of the intelligence stats to strength stats, and the other was Fighting Enthusiasm which could increase agility and constitution by 10%. Both talents needed to be activated manually, the duration was 1 to 2 minutes, and the cooldown was not very long.

    Now the entire gossip subforum was moring for the gamepany to open a channel for re-selecting their gic sequence, preferably releasing the function of modifying the gender as well.However, the gamepany did not seem to want to pay attention to it, and Light did not show up from the beginning to the end.

    Since the topic on the forum could not get into the ears of the developers, everyone came to the group.

    Mosquito: Sigh, I really envy you guys for leveling up so quickly.

    Quit Smoking: Hahaha, Mosquito,e down to clear the underground tunnel with us. There¡¯s so much fun there. I¡¯m already level 5!

    Mosquito: Fuck, even Quit Smoking is level 5!

    Quit Smoking: What do you mean?! I¡¯ve been in the game for more than a month, okay? (Angry)

    Mosquito: Tsk.

    If it wasn¡¯t for him entering the game too early and blindly following Ample Time to choose the agility type sequence because he didn¡¯t know much about the gamey, the second intelligence type ability user in the whole server would¡¯ve definitely been him!

    But he was not the most unlucky, the real unlucky ones were the two factory managers of Steel nt 81.

    When they entered the game, they heard that the strength type sequence was the strongest, so they all chose the strength type sequence. But now they didn¡¯t even have many chances to hit the iron with hammers, which left thempletely speechless.

    Tomato Eggs: Time flies so fast, I just realized that we¡¯ve been in closed alpha for almost three months already.

    Ample Time: The novice period of this game is really a bit long. It took three months to get to LV10. I don¡¯t know if the difficulty will be adjusted during the open beta test.

    Night Ten: How high do you think the max level is?

    Ample Time: Who knows, the devs have never mentioned the level cap, but I feel that there may be a hurdle at LV40 or LV50, and then it will be increased gradually ording to the progress of the expansion, which is probably simr to <em>WOW</em>.

    Old White: I think you¡¯re thinking too much. At this speed, it¡¯s a question of whether you can reach LV40 this time next year!

    After LV10, Old White felt that the difficulty of leveling up had increased significantly.

    When the level was low before, the progress bar could be seen moving even when cutting trees. But now, cutting trees could only increase the proficiency, and the progress bar did not seem to move at all, so he didn¡¯t know if it had increased or not.

    It was much harder than any MMORPG he¡¯d yed before!

    Remembering that Tomato Eggs had also awakened a few days ago, Old White continued to type.

    Old White: By the way, Eggs, what¡¯s the talent you unlocked?

    Tomato Eggs: Bnce.

    Old White: Bnce?

    Tomato Eggs: Yes, the name is Bnce, the effect is to convert half of the constitution into strength for 1 to 2 minutes.

    Night Ten: What the hell?! Is it that awesome?!

    Gale: It can be said to be a magical skill...

    Converting half of the constitution into strength. Wouldn¡¯t that mean he would be a Tank and an ADC at the same time?!

    If all the constitution type sequences could unlock this skill, the strength type sequence¡¯s battlefield dominance after LV10 would be at least halved by the constitution sequence!

    After all, the defense provided by the strength attribute was really pitiful.

    At medium and long distances, the influence of strength attributes on DPS was mainly reflected in the control of weapons and the distance of projectiles.

    Unless the distance was closer to the limit, in most cases, the damage bonus provided by the strength attribute was marginally diminishing!

    Or there was more equipment that could give full y to the value of strength type.

    Like the loyal Golden Toilet of the Emperor of Mankind, or the chainsaw gun or something...

    On the other hand, after the constitution attribute points exceed 10, even if it was not as exaggerated as recovering health points by breathing in other games, the effect of rapid hemostasis after being shot was still very useful.

    If the vital parts were not hit, yers could at least withstand a few more shots!

    After awakening, even the bandages could be saved!

    Tomato Eggs: Magical ability my ass. Only ina¡¯s Limbs Regeneration can be called a magical skill, alright!? His ability can even grow a lost limb!

    Ample Time: Holy shit!

    Gale: Damn, isn¡¯t this the skill of mutants?!

    Irene was not in the Bull and Horse Club chat group, but the people in the group were familiar with him in the game, and asionally teamed up with him.

    Especially on the forums, where he and Night Ten often exchange funny memes.

    Hearing that he had actually unlocked such an incredible ability, everyone was envious for a while.

    Gale: I feel that the next buffed sequence will not be the intelligence type but the constitution type. (Sigh)

    Quit Smoking: Hehe, the constitution yers are ecstatic! (Smiling)

    Night Ten: This is very unreasonable. I thought ina would unlock the old Ratman¡¯s Iron Stomach, but I didn¡¯t expect him to unlock the regeneration of bears and lizards. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Mosquito: Speaking of which, Night Ten, Gale, have you tried your talents yet? Are they good?

    Night Ten: I tried it, and it feels average. Light said that the talent I unlocked is pretty awesome, but I don¡¯t feel it at all. (Helpless)

    The talent he acquired was called Killing Intent Intuition.

    ording to the description of the talent, it was a passive ability, and could feel the subjective killing intent at the conscious level.

    And the stronger the killing intent, the stronger the feeling!

    Unlike perception mediated by factors such as light, sound, smell, and vibration¡­ This perception did not seem to rely on material media, but directly read the killing intent at the conscious level in an unknown way.@@novelbin@@

    <em>Brain waves?</em>

    <em>Heart rate?</em>

    <em>Or can it be some unknown field?</em>

    There was no specific scientific exnation given in the talent description, perhaps the gamepany themselves did not know how to make it up.

    Aside from these details, there was actually a big problem with this talent, that was, it was seriously attenuated by distance!

    The trigger range in the open field was as far as 800 meters to 1 kilometer, but in the indoor environment, the maximum capture range may be a 3 or 4 story house.

    To be honest, this distance was somewhat useless for the perception type.

    After all, before Night Ten had awakened, he had relied on the bonus of perception attributes to capture the faint reflection of the sniper scope 1 kilometer away.

    ording to Ample Time¡¯s analysis, the real role of this killing intent intuition should be to prevent sneak attacks.

    For example, when they were in the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base before, they didn¡¯t notice the high agility unit, the Deathw, lurking in the forest with the perception of Night Ten.

    And if there was this killing intent intuition, Night Ten may be able to discover it the moment they were targeted.

    But on the other hand, if the other party restrained the killing intent, or did not discover them at all, his talent might very well be useless.

    Overall, it was still useful. It just wasn¡¯t as useful as they thought!

    Gale: Mine is simr... The name is Overclocking, and the effect is roughly simr to Old White¡¯s intelligence type talent, with a 150% to 200% increase in brain work efficiency. The duration is slightly longer, about 30 seconds.

    To be honest, this talent was probably more useless than Night Ten¡¯s Killing Intent Intuition.

    At least for the current version of intelligence type, what wascking was not attributes at all, but the ability to convert attributes into damage.

    For example, a mechanical arm was a tool that could convert intelligence attributes into damage they could deal per second, but there was a limit to the output power of the mechanical arm, especially after awakening, this was particrly obvious.

    When the intelligence attribute was below 10, each increase in the attribute point could increase the maximum work efficiency of the mechanical arm by 10% and enhance the coordination with muscles, allowing the user to control it more urately. But when the intelligence attribute exceeded 10, the improvement effect would be minimal.

    Gale¡¯s analysis was that two more mechanical arms should be installed on him, or a third arm should be imnted. He could even get multifunctional arms, just like Dr. Octopus.

    Another idea was to use neural connection devices to operate drones or ground unmanned vehicles in multiple threads, turning one¡¯s brain into a drone hive that dominated the drone swarm.

    However, there was a premise to taking these two paths, that was, these two things needed to be avable on the shelves of the NPC¡¯s Weapon Shop.

    Well¡­ It would be pretty difficult!

    Quit Smoking: Damn, intelligence bonus? That¡¯s a bit useless...

    Gale: I don¡¯t think it will bepletely useless, maybe its usage needs to be developed a little bit.

    ¡­

 Chapter 219.2: New Talents

    "..."

    Looking through the chat records in the group, Chu Guang silently collected the experience summed up by the yers in a document.

    Although he could see the skills of each yer in the background, all he could see was the panel data, and the specific situation would still need to depend on the evaluation and feedback of the yers.

    "... The constitution sequence may enter a strong period after this. Its talents focus on the enhancement of survivability, and the types of talents are more abundant than other sequences."

    However, the sequence was somewhat dependent on its talent, and not everyone could get the magical skill of Bnce.

    In addition, even if the intelligence type sequence awakened a talent, itsbat power would not be improved significantly.

    It seemed that this sequence was very unfriendly to neers.

    It would be fine if the yer decided to go for the Life Profession route. But going for the Combat Profession route would rely too much on the assistance of external equipment, which would probably burn a lot of money.

    "Little Seven." Chu Guang called suddenly.Following Chu Guang¡¯s yell, Little Seven¡¯s voice drifted over from the side. "Hmm¡­ I¡¯m here, Master."

    Chu Guang marked the document and leaned back in his chair. "Help me sort out the content in the document and update it to the settings on the official website."

    "There will be 300 neers in Alpha 1.0, and this information should give them some help."

    After listening to Chu Guang¡¯s instructions, Little Seven buzzed happily, "Hmm! No problem, leave it to Little Seven!"

    As soon as the voice fell, a cute little Klee popped up on the desktop, giving him a thumbs up.

    Although most likely, the emojis were stolen from the forum, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but smile, feeling that the fatigue of the day¡¯s work had dissipated.

    Turning off the emoji, Chu Guang was nning to edit the n for the New Year¡¯s Day event.

    At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the office.

    After knocking on the door twice, Dr. Yin Fang opened the door and walked in.

    He held a round silver-white earphone in his hand. The outer shell of the earphone looked like an aluminum alloy, seemingly not too heavy. Its size was also quite small, and it could cover half of an ear after wearing it.

    There was a camera on the front of the earphone, which was perpendicr to the earlobe, and it just happened to face the front after it was put on.

    If the user wanted to take a photo, they just needed to press the button on the side of the earphone. And if they wanted to take a video, they could press and hold it for two seconds, and press it again to turn it off.

    Putting the earphone on Chu Guang¡¯s desk, Dr. Yin Fang said, "I made the earphone you want for you. As you said, on the basis of the two functions of videography and photography, themunication function has also been added."

    "However, I have to remind you that the signal transmission and reception range of a VM¡­ that is, the Vital Monitor, is very wide, even up to 20 kilometers, but the bandwidth of information transmission is not veryrge. Text and images are fine. But if you want to transmit audio, or even video, you may have to get a portable radio for it."

    Chu Guang tried to understand what Yin Fang just dumped on him.

    To put it simply, the earphone needed to work with the VM, and it was because it borrowedponents such asmunication chips and signal transmitters on the VM that it could be made so small.

    However, a VM was only a self-rescue tool that was used to facilitate search and rescue missions. When designing it, stability and reliability were its primary focus, so it was unsuitable as a tool forrge-scale data transmission over long distances.

    With the help of the VM¡¯s signal transmitter, it was possible to use this earphone tomunicate between teams, and it was barely enough tomunicate with the outpost from more than ten kilometers away, but it was still a bit difficult to do a live broadcast.

    Unless, it was very close to the cell tower, or equip the squad with a more professional mobile station with stronger signal transmission and reception capabilities.

    It was actually not difficult to solve the problem. Whether it was a signal tower or a mobile station, if Chu Guang did not deliberately pursue high integration, lightness, andpactness, it could even be solved by using rtively primitive radio equipment.

    Not just the mobile radio station, Chu Guang also nned to build another signal tower in Longevity Town to cover the area north of Elm District and provide information services for yers who were going to explore further areas.

    Picking up the earphone on the table and looking at it for a moment, Chu Guang looked at Yin Fang and asked, "Is this the only one?"

    "I made 5 in total." Yin Fang took out 4 more earphones from his pocket, put them on the table, and sighed softly, "I¡¯ve uploaded the design drawings to yourputer, including that portable radio. You can find someone to copy it, it¡¯s not difficult... So please, don¡¯t bother me with this kind of thing again, there¡¯s a bunch of data that needs to be processed, and that robot¡­ I don¡¯t have time to deal with everything."

    Although Chu Guang understood that the mission of the scientific expedition team was very heavy, Yin Fang was the only one in the shelter who knew how to deal with thoseplicated carbon-based circuit boards.

    With a helpless expression, Chu Guang looked at him and muttered, "I will try my best."

    After Yin Fang left, Chu Guang took a look at the drawings he sent him. The contents were written in great detail.

    Including where to collect the required materials, how to handle those collected materials, and how to put them together.

    Chu Guang nned to find a few survivors who had relevant knowledge in making a radio to try to imitate a few more sets ording to the steps on the drawing, and then send them to the frontline team leaders to facilitate unifiedmand.

    After writing the n on the work log, Chu Guang continued to edit the document for the New Year¡¯s Day event.

    <strong>[Wastnd Online¡¯s First New Year¡¯s Celebration!]</strong>

    <strong>[Note: </strong>New Year¡¯s Day is an important holiday in the wastnd! In order to celebrate having survived another year and pray for good luck in theing year, scavengers in the wastnd often go out to look for food a week in advance, searching for ingredients for the New Year¡¯s Eve meal!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>What magical delicacy will be recorded into the menu for New Year¡¯s Eve this year? What kind of fancy beast will be eaten to extinction next year?<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>The administrator has prepared a mysterious gift for all residents participating in the event. In fact, participation itself is a reward!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>In addition, the winner of the event would also receive the honorable title of Wastnd Gourmet and be recorded in the Hall of Fame!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>The administrator here reminds everyone again that safety alwayses first!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>In any case, don¡¯t try to eat something that will make you sick unless you want to miss the celebration!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Event Start Date: </strong>December 31st of Year 211 of the Wastnd Era to 1st Janurary of year 212 of the Wastnd Era.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirement: </strong>Use the ingredients that are easily avable in the wastnd to make simple and delicious food.<strong>]</strong>

    After reading the event n from beginning to end, Chu Guang showed a satisfied expression on his face.

    <em>Good!</em>

    The only fly in the ointment was that yers couldn¡¯t spend real money in such an important festival event.

    If Chu Guang added a spending requirement in this event, it would be exactly the same as <em>Diablo Immortal</em>.

    Anyway, in order to prevent yers from courting death and causing nonbat attrition, Chu Guang decided to appoint Yaya as the taster after careful consideration.

    He believed that the helpful mushroom girl would be happy to ept this mission.

    "This way, there won¡¯t be any idents!"

    The day after the next would be the 25th.

    Afterpleting the final revision of the event n, Chu Guang double-clicked his mouse, setting the publishing time to evening the next day. He yawned, stretched, and went back to his room to sleep.

    ...

    Perhaps it was because he had been working too hard recently, Chu Guang had a long dream at night.

    However, the dream this time was not a nightmare, at most, it was a bit bizarre.

    The person who chased him for DNA changed from Hyrja to Xia Yan.

    After waking up, Chu Guang was sweating all over. He then waited until the peak time of yers going online and offline was over before going to level B3.

    Medical Laboratory.

    The silver-haired sister, Hyrja, was observing the sliced ??specimens collected by the yers.

    Seeing Chu Guanging, she immediately stopped what she was doing, skillfully opened the scanning bed next to her, and patted the pillow. "Come on, lie down here."

    Perhaps it was because she was observing the specimen a moment ago, Chu Guang always felt that the way she looked at him was kind of scary.

    But with Little Seven around, Chu Guang wasn¡¯t worried that anyone in the shelter could hurt him.

    Seeing the sample lying obediently on the scanning bed, Hyrja excitedly walked to the terminal at the bedside and pressed a few buttons on the touch screen.

    Apanied by a slight electric sound, the scanning equipment quickly began to work.

    After waiting for a while, the sorted property panel appeared in front of Chu Guang.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV14¡úLV15<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong>15¡ú16<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    Perhaps because of the recent good training, his level had been increased, and he was at LV15.

    "I don¡¯t know if I will awaken again after LV20." Chu Guang¡¯s gaze stopped on the bracketed suffix behind the gic sequence.

    LV1 was the first stage, and LV10 was the second stage. Simrly, the third stage should be at LV20.

    In addition, although the upgrade rule of the administrator sequence was still not clear, Chu Guang could clearly feel that each upgrade was getting more and more difficult.

    "Unbelievable... The statistics ??of your body are far beyond the scope of normal people. How did you do this?!" Sitting in front of the terminal at the bedside of the scanning bed, Hyrja looked at Chu Guang with an incredulous look on her face.

    Chu Guang was not surprised by her reaction.

    He got up from the bed, straightened his cor, and replied casually, "I want to know it too, why don¡¯t you study it for me?"

    Hyrja nodded. "No problem, but before that... I have something here that you might be interested in."

    Chu Guang cast an inquiring look at her. "What is it?"

    "Research on Slime Mold Mutants..." Saying that, Hyrja took a VM-converted tablet from the side and turned it in front of Chu Guang.

    "ording to the slice samples provided by your yers, my previous guess has been confirmed. Many Slime Mold Mutants, including Cruncher, Creeper, Suicide Bomber, and Tyrants, are not just the maturing bodies of variant Slime Mold. All their physiological phenomena and biological behaviors such as their shapes, predatory behavior, etc. are in fact imitating us."

    Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly. "Us?"

    "Humans, but not limited to humans. They even imitate¡­ Machines." Hyrja nodded slightly, and after a pause, she continued. "For example, the Tyrant... I found a form that is highly simr to the Cruncher in its body, yet its outer shell is ayer of hardened body structure that ispletely different from the Cruncher. This also leads to the fact that even if 90% of its outer body is destroyed, it can still continue to hunt, and use the organic matter obtained from its prey to release spores, spread slime molds, and slowly repair its damaged body."

    "Does this sound surprising?"

    Seeing that Chu Guang gradually showed a surprised look on his face, Hyrja continued to talk about her surprising discovery with an excited expression.

    "It¡¯s imitating us. Although a bit clumsy, it¡¯s notpletely useless. It feels like... um." Frowning for a moment, Hyrja seemed to try to figure out how to describe her discovery.

    However, Chu Guang understood what she meant.

    Swallowed, he tried to ask. "... It¡¯s like putting a biomass exoskeleton or exoframe on the outside of a Cruncher?"@@novelbin@@

    Eyes instantly lighting up, Hyrja snapped her fingers. "Yes, that¡¯s what it feels like! Isn¡¯t it amazing? No wonder those people are always moring to go out. The outside world is simply incredible..."

    Hyrja was still running her mouth.

    However, Chu Guang could not feel her joy in discovery. He even had a slight headache.

    <em>Biomass armor that can repair itself, and those amazing imitating abilities disyed by the Slime Mold... What the hell is this monster?</em>

    "Is there any way to make the bodies of Slime Mold Mutants edible?" Chu Guang interrupted Hyrja¡¯s speech and asked her with a serious look.

    Hyrja froze for a moment, then looked at him with a look of confusion. "Edible? Why do you want to eat something like that..."

    Chu Guang sighed lightly, "Because I really can¡¯t think of a better use for it."

 Chapter 220.1: Food Wars O.O

    Noon in Linghu Wend Park.

    Due to the heavy snowfallst night, the pine trees were covered with white snow that gleamed in the midday sun.

    Carrying a hemp rope on his left shoulder and a hunting bow on his right shoulder, the young man breathed out a cold breath of white mist and looked up at the south gate of the park.

    The twisted steel bars were covered with icicles, and at the top was a table-wide wooden board with a series of numbers engraved on it.

    "404." Staring at the wooden sign for a while, Yu Hu whispered the number quietly.

    That was a habit he¡¯d only picked up recently, and it was the method Old Charlie taught him.

    He was told that as long as he kept reciting the words he saw out in a low voice, and imagining writing them in his mind, he would eventually be able to be familiar with the meanings of those words and would never forget them.

    This method was quite effective. Recently, he had learned to write the names of himself, Xiaoyu, his father, his mother, his older brother, and his sister-inw. He had also learned basic numbers and addition and subtraction.

    If it were a few months ago, that would make him a knowledgeable man on Baker Street.It was nothing special at the moment.

    Recently, the enthusiasm for learning in the town was outrageously high, especially among the young boys. Since everyone heard about the treatment in the new industrial zone from Li Niu and a few other people, all of them have be regrs in the literacy ss; they almost wanted to live in it.

    Of course, that may also be partly because the castle was rtively warm, and no one would want to leave once they¡¯d been there.

    Taking a break at the entrance of the park after getting through the most dangerous section of the journey, Yu Hu tightened the rope on his shoulders and continued to walk forward on the snow that was knee-deep.

    Waddling through the snow with prey was not an easy task, but for the seasoned hunter, it was not a problem.

    He made a raft out of wooden boards, tied the mutant wild boar he killed on it, and dragged it away with ropes.

    In this way, there was no need to worry about the prey getting stuck in the snow, which was much easier and safer than dragging it by itself.

    As long as he was careful with his steps and didn¡¯t take the roads he wasn¡¯t familiar with, he wouldn¡¯t run into any huge problems.

    After passing through the woods for several hundred meters, he suddenly arrived at an open clearing.

    There were rows of wooden piles covered with snow standing on the open ground outside the trench. In front of them were the wall and the south gate of the outpost, and behind them were the houses built by the blue coats, and then the house of his Big Brother Chu.

    Compared to a month ago, the changes were simply incredible.

    The tall chimneys behind the wall, and the metal-hitting sound had disappeared along with the trees outside the wall.

    Instead, there were now houses with unique styles, straight streets paved with stone bricks, more and more people, and more and more things sold in stalls.

    Yu Hu didn¡¯t know many words. He had only recently started to learn to read. So he couldn¡¯te up with beautiful words to describe those houses.

    Some were square-shaped and had upturned eaves; they were built with brick and wood, looking very majestic. Some others were cylinder-shaped, made of stone and bricks, looking sturdy and mysterious.

    Although the styles were different, the houses were all neat and uniform in height, and none of them exceed the roof of the house in the center of the settlement, the nursing home.

    Yu Hu didn¡¯t know what those houses were for. He only recognized the warehouse and the elegantly decorated log cabin with the que wrapped around rattan.

    He had bought clothes there once, and two meters of cloth for the family. What¡¯s more, it seemed that his younger sister¡¯s scarf was also made there.

    asionally, when he got some prey with beautiful fur, he would ask about the price there first. The shopkeeper who looked like a child would pay a little more than the warehouse not far away.

    Anyway, ording to Chu Guang, as long as he brought things to trade, he would be helping the outpost. As such, Yu Hu didn¡¯t need to worry that he sold his prey to other shops instead of the warehouse.

    However¡­ Boar skin seemed to be a too crude if he brought it over.

    Yu Hu felt that the cute little shopkeeper should not need such rough leather, so he dragged the wild boar directly to the warehouse.

    The rope was left at the door, and just as he was about to ask the person in charge to help weigh the prey, he suddenly saw a familiar face from behind the wooden table.

    When the man saw him, his face instantly lit up. "Yu Hu?"

    "Zhao Rat?" Yu Hu looked at him in surprise, "Aren¡¯t you working in the brick factory?"

    While speaking, Yu Hu nced up and down at the fur coat the fellow was wearing, with a hint of envy on his face.

    <em>This guy is doing really well. He even got new clothes!</em>

    Seeing the surprised expression on the town fellow¡¯s face, Zhao Rat smiled and said pridefully. "Recently, there have been many major construction projects in the outpost. The warehouses and dormitories are being expanded, and there is a shortage of manpower. I think the treatment is good, so I took the initiative to request to be transferred from the brick factory!"

    Actually, he didn¡¯t wish to be sent back to the outpost.

    Although the brick factory would earn him a few silver coins less, it was warm like spring, and there were always people with stories sent in to work.

    Those old brothers were all very eloquent. Not only did they have many interesting stories, but they also liked to brag.

    Whenever they felt like telling a story, they would begin with the same few phrases. ¡®<em>Back in those days¡¯</em>...

    When they didn¡¯t wish to say anything, they would simply brush it off by saying that it was a long story and left it at that.

    When asked where they came from, the answer would either be a mercenary from the Wandering Swamp, or a brigademander from the far west... In short, it was all ces he had never heard of.

    Zhao Rat had never left Clearspring City in his entire life. The dungeon of Bloodhand n was the furthest ce he had been to. He vaguely remembered that the leader of the Bloodhand n seemed to be known as a Company Leader to some.

    At his peak, that bear-like man with about a hundred people under hismand was dominating the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, doing all kinds of evil deeds.

    <em>But¡­ What was the point of that now?</em>@@novelbin@@

    In the end, they were still taken out by the blue coats, and now they were probably still working in the mines of Red River Town, struggling to stay alive.

    <em>So... The brigademander manages 1,000 people? What a load of bullshit!</em>

    Zhao Rat pondered that all the people he had seen in his life might not reach 1,000! It would be a headache for him to remember the names of just dozens of people. If those people really managed so many people, could they even remember who they were?

    All in all, Bull And Horse Brick Factory was a good ce. Even if he didn¡¯t believe the bullshit the brothers there said, Zhao Rat liked to listen to them bragging.

    If he hadn¡¯t nned to move his family to the outpost from Baker Street next spring, and buy a house while the base was expanding northward, he really wanted to spend his life in that wonderful ce that was like summer all year round.

    It was just heaven there.

    "... Don¡¯t just talk about me, how about you over there? Is the street much affected by the blizzard? Also, is my family okay?" After talking about his situation, Zhao Rat asked Yu Hu about his family affairs.

    The blizzard the night before blew away another temporary shed. Worrying about the shack at home, he couldn¡¯t fall asleep.

    "We¡¯re doing well there. Your father asked me to give you a message yesterday, saying that you should not worry about them and take care of yourself..." Reciting the message that the father of Zhao Rat had asked him to bring, Yu Hu and this fellow continued to talk about the recent situation of Baker Street.

    Although the winter was colder than everyone expected, and the blizzard made people tremble, thanks to the help of those blue coats, they lived in brick and wooden houses with the same style early on, so the situation was not as serious asst year.

    If it was the shack before, it was difficult to say if the situation would be the same, and it was estimated that many people would¡¯ve died.

    During the hardest days, Old Charlie let the poor people whose houses were blown away by the blizzard live in the former mayor¡¯s castle, while arranging for people to repair the damaged houses.

    Under the organization of the Subdistrict Office, everyone was united in the face of difficulties.

    It turned out they would only be better off without the old mayor¡¯s rule.

    After listening to Yu Hu¡¯s description, Zhao Rat¡¯s face was full of emotion. "This is unimaginable in previous years."

    Yu Hu nodded in agreement. "Yes."

    When the old mayor¡¯s family was still in Baker Street, they had to try their best just to survive; they were nowhere near being asfortable as they were now.

    Not to mention opening the gates of the castle to let the victims in.

    Even if the victims gathered together to save themselves, he would send hisckeys who were willing to bully their fellow survivors to drive away those who had gathered.

    "Speaking of which, Yu Hu."

    "Yes?"

    Zhao Rat hesitated for a while, then said. "Why don¡¯t youe here too?"

    Before Yu Hu could speak, Zhao Rat continued to persuade, "Life here is much better than on Baker Street, and there¡¯s a shortage of people everywhere. You¡¯re so good at hunting, so you will definitely find something to do here. You will definitely get a better job than me."

    To be honest, seeing the changes, Yu Hu was also really moved.

    Anyway, he wasn¡¯t married, and if he moved out of his family, it would also reduce his parents¡¯ burden.

    But after thinking about it, he finally shook his head. "... Forget it."

    Zhao Rat was dazed, obviously not expecting that You Hu would refuse. He hurriedly asked. "Why?"

    Yu Hu said frankly. "As you said, I¡¯m only good at hunting, but the weather isn¡¯t helping at all. I may not catch anything for a few weeks. So it¡¯s better to stay at home and learn more than toe here to cause you trouble. Maybe the knowledge I learned wille in handy in the future."

    <em>What kind of reason is this?</em>

    Hearing Yu Hu¡¯s words, Zhao Rat was dumbfounded. "What are you talking about? See the granary next to you? It is almost full. Do you think they are short of the game you hunt? Besides, you don¡¯t have to be on Baker Street to study. The factories here also have night sses just like the one you have in the guards!"

    "No, I can¡¯t do it," Yu Hu said stubbornly, "Big Brother Chu has already helped our family so much, how can I take advantage of him?!"

    Seeing that this guy was as stubborn as a stone, Zhao Rat shook his head and sighed. "You... Forget it, I can¡¯t change your mind."

    Yu Hu scratched the back of his head and said with a smile. "You don¡¯t need to persuade me, I know what to do. Besides, Big Brother Chu has already asked me toe next spring. He said he will find something for me to do. So I will juste back when the timees."

    Such a smart person as Big Brother Chu must have arranged everything long ago.

    So there was absolutely nothing wrong with following his instructions.

    The two then stopped talking about moving. With the help of Zhao Rat, Yu Hu weighed the mutant wild boar and quickly sent it to the ughterhouse.

    The blue coats with a ughter knife stood in front of the chopping board, skillfully peeling the skin and taking the meat, throwing the bones and organs into the bucket. His movement was so swift that it almost dazzled their eyes.

    Now the price of prey was much higher than before. The purchase price of mutant boar skin had risen from 10 silver coins to 20 silver coins, which was worth a full 400 grams of coarse salt!

    In the past, although the price of salt was also cheaper, at most it could only be exchanged for 300 grams of coarse salt.

    The same was true for the price of meat. The price of everything sold here had almost doubled, but the price of the prey had also risen with the trend, so the price increase did not affect him very much.

    Actually, it was actually a good thing that prey could be exchanged for more things.

    The skins were put into storage. A tanner woulde to pick them up shortly. The raw meat was divided into two parts, therger part was for Yu Hu, and the smaller part was the ughter¡¯s reward, which would be returned to the outpost warehouse ording to the agreement.

    Zhao Rat took out the ount book, made a mark on it, then counted 20 silver coins from the drawer seriously and ced them on the table. "Here you go, your 20 silver coins."

    Looking at the silver coins on the table, Yu Hu picked one up and looked at it, weighing it in the palm of his hand, and asked curiously. "Why are these silver coins different from before?"

    It was much heavier than before, and it looked new.

 Chapter 220.2: Food Wars O.O

    Zhao Rat exined. "The administrator said that the old coins were inconvenient to use now, and the new silver coins will be used in the future."

    Although he couldn¡¯t tell why it was inconvenient, that was what the administrator said.

    "Then what about the original silver coins?" Yu Hu remembered that he still had some at home. If they couldn¡¯t be used, he had to ask his old brother to rece them with salt as soon as possible.

    Anticipating that he would ask this, Zhao Rat waved his hand and responded skillfully. "Don¡¯t worry, the administrator said that whether it¡¯s new coins or old coins, the warehouses and banks will ept all, but they will no longer be given out."

    Hearing that it would not affect the ones he had at home, Yu Hu was relieved and put the silver coins on the table into his pocket.

    Looking at Yu Hu who was packing up, Zhao Rat asked, "Are you heading back already?"

    Yu Hu said. "I¡¯m not in a hurry. I¡¯ll go see my little sisterter. Do you have anything you want me to bring back for you? I can drop by for you."

    Zhao Rat continued. "No, we are all paid monthly... But you can help me to pass a message to my family. Tell my father and mother to take care of themselves. It will be my turn to take a vacation after another two weeks, I¡¯ll go home to visit them at that time.¡±

    Yu Hu nodded. "Okay, I¡¯ll tell them."Upon receiving this promise, Zhao Rat showed a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks!"

    At this moment, a few residents of the shelter came running not far away, pointing to the shelves and saying something.

    It sounded like a quarrel.

    "Pepper, I want pepper!"

    "I also want it!"

    "What the heck! Don¡¯t cut the line, I¡¯m here first!"

    Looking at Elf Wang who had rushed to the forefront, Night Ten who didn¡¯t beat him couldn¡¯t help but shout at him, "What¡¯s the use of you, a hunter, asking for pepper?"

    Brother Elf Wang rolled his eyes and said confidently. "It¡¯s none of your business! Are hunters not allowed to cook?"

    How could he miss such an opportunity to enter the Hall of Fame?!

    Although he couldn¡¯t cook at all, that was not important!

    It didn¡¯t require much skill, did it?

    As long as the seasoning was in ce, would he still need to worry that the food would not taste good?

    The key was to buy all the seasonings possible!

    Zhao Rat nced down at the VM, skillfully took thest two bags of peppers from the shelf, handed them to the person standing at the front, and said in a non-standard pronunciation, "This is thest¡­ No more."

    Hearing this sentence, the people behind them dispersed in an instant with disappointment.

    Only the blue coat who bought the items looked happy. He said his thanks and generously took out the VM to pay for it, and then hurried away.

    Watching him walking away, Yu Hu asked curiously, "What did he buy just now? Salt?"

    "It¡¯s pepper, a kind of seasoning that tastes weird, but I don¡¯t really like it anyway." Speaking of which, Zhao Rat paused and added, "Unless it¡¯s sprinkled on barbecue..."

    <em>Barbecue. </em>

    Yu Hu swallowed unconsciously and thought of the barbecue stall at the North Gate Market.

    The food sold there was absolutely delicious!

    When looking towards the north entrance, Yu Hu suddenly noticed that there was a different liveliness there. A lot of blue coats were busy running back and forth there, some took things from the granary, some brought things to be exchanged at the granary, and some people moved some wooden tables and sheds from the Woodworking Cabin there.

    Usually, there were more people there in the evening. But why was it so busy at noon today?

    "What¡¯s the situation over there?" Yu Hu felt that the number of times he was curious today was far more than in the past weekbined.

    Zhao Rat said with a smile. "You mean there? There will be a celebration in a week¡¯s time!"

    "Celebration?!" Yu Hu looked at Zhao Rat in surprise, "Is anyone getting married?"

    If the celebration was held a week in advance, it must be someone of high status.

    <em>Is it...</em>

    <em>Is it Big Brother Chu?!</em>

    "Marriage? No. It¡¯s called¡­ New Year¡¯s Day." Zhao Rat was not very familiar with the pronunciation of the word, and it took him a while to finally remember it, "Those residents of the shelter n to celebrate the arrival of the new year, thest day and the first day of the year seems to be a very important festival for them. I don¡¯t know the specifics, but it¡¯s like a celebration."

    Yu Hu knew what celebration meant.

    For example, when the youngest son of the old town mayor was one month old, he gave them a shofar potato and told them to go to the castle to do freebor for half a day.

    No one was happy except the old town mayor and hisckeys at that time.

    But¡­

    To celebrate the New Year? It was the first time he heard such a thing, so he was quite curious.

    Seeing the expression on Yu Hu¡¯s face, Zhao Rat said with a smile. "It¡¯s not the busiest time yet. Wait until thest night of December. If you have time, you cane and have a look."

    "I bet it will definitely be very lively!" Yu Hu nodded vigorously and said with interest. "Mhm! I will... But if it¡¯s at night, then it will not be convenient to go back."

    "Why go back? Just stay with me then," Zhao Rat patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I have enough space in my dormitory, it will definitely be able to fit one more person!"

    ...

    It was extremely lively at the north gate of the outpost.

    Many yers showed their magical abilities. They were either busy setting up their booths or simmering something in a cauldron. The entire north entrance was filled with a peculiar smell that even the north wind passing through the forest could not blow it away.

    Crouching next to her elder sister, Autumn Leaves blinked her eyes curiously.

    She had never seen such a lively scene.

    "I have a Night badger! Does anyone want it? Just caught it from outside Longevity Town! Give me an offer if you want it, hurry up if you want it."

    "We are going to sweep the building on 76th Street, are there any brothers who want to join us? I heard that there is a hyena den there."

    "The three-man team is waiting for a perception type yer to join, neers are wee."

    "Irena, what did you just throw in the pot?!"

    "Boss Ya, help me check if this is poisonous!"

    "Me too, me too!"

    "Wait! Just put it on the table, don¡¯t put it in my mouth!" Yaya¡¯s pitiful wailing echoed on the mushroom stall, causing the guards to look over there one after another, and they only walked away finding that it was nothing serious.

    At the market entrance not far away.

    Elf Wang shook the two bags of pepper powder in his hand towards Night Ten and walked towards his teammates proudly, Escaping Mole and Irene were waiting for him.

    Spitting behind him, Night Ten cursed and walked to the side of his teammates. "Damn it! I didn¡¯t get the seasoning! It¡¯s ridiculous that pepper is sold out!"@@novelbin@@

    When did these people be so rich?

    Each gram of pepper powder would cost 1 silver coin, but that asshole bought two packs in one go. It was simply outrageous!

    Old Whiteforted him. "It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s fine if you didn¡¯t get it, anyway, it may not be useful in the end."

    Gale also mumbled, "Mhm, we¡¯d better try to use some simple materials. I feel that the probability of winning will be higher that way."

    The seasoning was sold out, which Gale expected.

    After all, the reward of the event was not only the annual limited title, but also entry into the Hall of Fame.

    It could only be said to be reasonable that it became a fiercepetition. Everyone wanted to be the first, after all. Not to mention in a game.

    If no one wanted to win, Gale would seriously doubt if he was ying a game or not.

    At this moment, there was a Cracklew Crab next to them.

    The newbies who passed by nearby all involuntarily turned their eyes to them, and while envious, they couldn¡¯t help but scolded those hateful lucky people in their hearts.

    All the roads were buried in the snow during the winter, but they could still find the nest of the Cracklew Crab.

    They were so damn lucky!

    Carrying a bag of flour and walking out of the north gate, Zhang Hai¡¯s eyes almost popped out when he saw the big crab.

    Stepping up to take a look, he couldn¡¯t help asking. "Where did you get such a big crab?"

    Night Ten didn¡¯t n to conceal it, showing offzily. "There is a cave on the north bank of Linghu Lake. That Cracklew Crab was hibernating in it. We saw that it was sleeping, so weunched an RPG at its face."

    It cost a little money, but it was worth it.

    Zhang Hai cursed enviously, "God damn it! Why do you guys always find good things?"

    Seeing how envious he was, Night Ten smiled. "Perhaps because of our luck?"

    "#%@!"

    Ample Time and Tomato Eggs stood together, staring at the Cracklew Crab on the ground and discussing cooking methods.

    One was super good at eating, and the other was super good at cooking. Standing together, they could be regarded as a strangebination.

    "I¡¯ve carefully studied the event announcement. The requirements were just for the dish to be simple and delicious. We have to try our best to use easy-to-get ingredients, so that the probability of winning the prize should be higher."

    Tomato Eggs shook his head. "This requirement is too abstract."

    Ample Time mused, "Yes, and how to preserve the crab meat is a problem."

    Even in winter, the crab meat was still difficult to keep fresh until the third day, and on the fourth day, even if the meat did not deteriorate, the taste would be much worse due to dehydration.

    But there were still 7 days until New Year¡¯s Day!

    Finding the crab was purely idental, and he was not confident that he would find another.

    Tomato Eggs touched his chin and said suddenly, "Preserving the crab meat... I have some ideas for this."

    Ample Time looked at him. "Oh?"

    Tomato Eggs continued, "I have observed those workers in the brick factory before. They will pick up some grass from theke and use it to process the unfinished fish, so that it can be kept fresh even if it is until the second or third day. I don¡¯t know if it will work on the crab meat, but I feel like we should give it a try."

    Ample Time had never heard of such a strange nt. "What grass?"

    Tomato Eggs continued to exin, "ording to the description on the official website, it¡¯s called Buffalo Grass, but there is no specific description on its effect."

    Ample Time immediately asked the most crucial question. "Can you find it in winter?"

    Tomato Eggs shook his head and sighed, "That¡¯s not clear, but after I found out about it at the time, I picked a lot out of curiosity, dried it, and put it in the locker to study it slowly, but I haven¡¯t found the opportunity to use it."

    Hearing this sentence, Ample Time was instantly overjoyed and said excitedly. "Good brother! Here¡¯s your chance to use it!"

    Tomato Eggs scratched the back of his head. "But even if the problem of preserving crab meat is solved... What should we make? We can¡¯t just grill it on charcoal, right?"

    Although it was not impossible, it was too unskilled, and it was estimated that it would still be a bit difficult to win the prize like that.

    "That¡¯s easy," Ample Time continued with a confident smile on his face, "I just noticed that the warehouse¡¯s restrictions on green wheat and shofar potatoes have been temporarily lifted."

    Tomato Eggs was dazed for a moment, not understanding. "What do you mean..."

    "Obviously, the answer to the dish being cheap and delicious is these two ingredients! Otherwise, why would the game lift the restrictions at this point in time?" Ample Time looked at Brother Scrambled Egg excitedly and continued, "Brother, have you heard of crab cakes?"

 Chapter 221.1: New Years Day

    North gate.

    Under the spacious shed, there was a long table. There were two braziers ced beside the table, and the charcoal inside was burning intensely.

    Chu Guang, wearing a blue exoframe, stood in the shed, looking at the yers busy in the market, with a father-like smile on his face.

    <em>Good.</em>

    <em>Making an empty promise and letting the yers realize it themselves. Sure enough, this is what a game designer should do.</em>

    Originally, Chu Guang thought that holding the celebration would consume a lot of inventory, but now it seemed that his worries werepletely unnecessary.

    Those yers had obviously read his event n several times, and they even excavated what he wanted to express but was embarrassed to write in the n from the perspective of the game background.

    After all¡­ They were about to be wastnd gourmets.

    They obviously had to use some authentic ingredients that came from the wastnd. Otherwise, how would they have the confidence to say that the dishes they cooked were "the most authentic wastnd cuisine?"The crispy stove cricket meat, the fried mutant cockroach legs, the leech pot, and the glowing blood-sucking worm steak, there were all kinds of variety!

    Of course, Chu Guang himself would not try it. He didn¡¯t have many lives like those yers.

    He had to eat things that were healthy and hygienic!

    There were three prizes in thepetition.

    One was for the delicacy in the minds of the wastnders, the other was for the delicacy in the minds of the yers, and thest one was to win the approval of the administrator.

    The three prizes had different selection criteria and different judges, but the awards were mostly the same.

    That was¡­ A huge amount of event points, and a limited title!

    They would also enter the Hall of Fame, shining bright on the entire forum!

    Like the previous events, yers could earn points bypleting missions in the event, and the points could be used to redeem event-limited rewards, as well as New Year¡¯s red packets. Actually, it was a just lottery with a different name.

    Prizes included but were not limited to the 1st prize of 666 silver coins, but also the special prize. A Carbon Nano Bulletproof Vest worth 6666 silver coins.

    This item had never been put on the shelves of the NPC store, and the price was arbitrarily set by Chu Guang. Anyway, even if he added a zero, no one would oppose it.

    In addition to the lottery, what the yers were interested the most was of course the limited title and the chance to enter the Hall of Fame.

    And ording to the administrator himself, if they were awarded the title of Wastnd Gourmet, the dishes they designed would be included in the menu of the New Year¡¯s party.

    For Lifestyle Profession yers, this temptation was simply too great.

    Topete for the title, condiments other than salt in warehouses were nearly sold out.

    As a result, Chu Guang had to adjust the event strategy, temporarily removing seasoning from the warehouse shelves, and changing it to be only avable afterpleting the mission.

    Thanks to this, the rate of thepletion of the daily missions had been quite gratifying in the past few days, and he, the administrator, had also received reward points from the system.

    In order to meet the cooking needs of yers, Chu Guang had spent almost all his points on the elementary blind box in the past few days, and got a lot of seeds of high-yielding crops because of this.

    This could also be considered a surprise gain.

    Looking at the wooden sign on the table, Xia Yan asked Chu Guang with a puzzled face. "What does being a ¡®judge¡¯ mean?"

    She had never heard such a strange word.

    Chu Guang exined after a little thought. "Simply put, you need to walk around the North Gate Market, and if you think something looks good, you can take a portion back. If it¡¯s delicious, you need to give it thumbs up."

    Of course, before he ate it, Yaya had to try it first.

    As a perception type yer, her talent was Toxin Intuition, which allowed her to easily tell if something was poisonous or not at a nce.

    In addition, her constitution attribute was not high, so if she was fine after eating something, others would basically be fine after eating it as well.

    Yaya was over the moon when she found out that she had be an official taster.

    Chu Guang still remembered how the yer puffed her chest out and patted them to assure him that she would do her best to maintain the order of the celebration, and asked himself to hand over the honorable and arduous mission to her.

    "Oh, okay." Xia Yan nodded, still slightly confused about what it meant.

    <em>Does he mean that... I can just take whatever I like to eat when I see it? I don¡¯t even need to pay for it?</em>

    <em>How can there be such a good thing in this world?! Muaha¡­ Muahahaha!</em>

    Xiaoyu, who was sitting behind the long table, looked a little embarrassed.

    She secretly nced at Chu Guang and said in a low voice, "But¡­ Is it really okay if I don¡¯t give money?"

    To be honest, the question was a bit redundant.

    <em>Why would judges pay for their food?</em>

    It was already generous enough that he didn¡¯t charge those yers an entry fee!

    Not to mention that there were points rewards for participating, even the worst constion prize was definitely enough to pay for the little meal.

    Chu Guang originally intended to exin it to her that way, but seeing Xiaoyu¡¯s guilty expression, he changed his phrasing.

    It was more than enough to have him act like an evil exploiter to the crazydy. He shouldn¡¯t teach children bad things.

    "It¡¯s part of the celebration, and the cost of the event will be covered by the shelter... You can understand that the money has actually been paid." He paused here for a moment.

    Looking at Xiaoyu who had a confused face, Chu Guang smiled gently and continued. "Be sure to say thank you to them before tasting it. They¡¯ll definitely be happy all day."

    Xia Yan, who was standing beside him with her arms crossed, nodded as if she understood.

    <em>Right¡­ So it¡¯s not free food.</em>

    <em>Everything is already paid for by the shelter.</em>

    ...

    The foodpetition to wee the New Year was in full swing. In order to get the limited title, both Lifestyle Profession yers and Combat Profession yers were trying their best.

    The event continued until thest day of December.

    It was a rare sunny day as the roaring north wind and blizzard had died down, and the harsh winter seemed to havee to an end.

    Everything indicated that the dawn wasing, and victory was at hand!

    In order to wee the uing year 212 of the Wastnd Era, the outpost was full of colorful lights and it was extremely lively.

    The doors of many houses were pasted with red paper and hung with red cloth strips and ribbons.

    In order to make the festive atmosphere stronger, Chu Guang also specially released a mission, and asked Woodworking Cabin to make more than 40nterns, which were hung from the square in front of the nursing home to the North Gate Market.

    At dusk, more than fortynterns were lit.

    The hazy light, against the ming torches, made the entire outpost lively and at the same time added a bit of festive color.

    Chu Guang found that his yers were really geniuses.

    In just one week, his yers unlocked hundreds of recipes in an astonishingly short period of time.

    Some were extremely creative, and even amazed him when he saw them.

    It was especially when he saw what Teng Teng made.

    It was said that she gained experience from nomads. With the help of Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves, she boiled shec from Devil Moth¡¯s pupae and made something simr to sipunculid worm jelly.

    What she made was crystal clear, white, soft, and tasted like jelly. If no one mentioned it deliberately, no one would think of Devil Moth.

    Without any suspense, this dish won the most popr wastnd food amongst yers award.

    After all,pared to Irene¡¯s salt and pepper charcoal-grilled mantis legs, and some realistic food that had nothing to do with the wastnd at all, the dish cleverly found a bnce between the two.

    And the taste and texture of this dish weren¡¯t bad, it belonged to the Lawful Neutral part of the spectrum.

    The only pity was that there was no chili sauce, otherwise, it would definitely be more delicious.

    However, not everyone was satisfied with the results.

    Especially for those who ¡°almost" won thepetition...

    "Damn it! Why is the Wastnd Gourmet not me?! Mine is obviously very delicious!"

    "That¡¯s right!"

    "This is uneptable!"

    The judging session ended as early as noon, and it was quickly time for celebration.

    Unwilling to ept the results, Escaping Mole, Elf Wang, and Irene grilled all the unfinished mantis legs, trying to prove that their dish was the most delicious food.

    Unfortunately, there were barely a few people standing before their stall, and even fewer people actually buying the food from them.

    Even after confirming that it wasn¡¯t poisonous, Yaya still shook her head vigorously. "Sorry, I feel physically ufortable with it, I really can¡¯t ept this kind of food!"

    The kind-hearted Teng Teng took a closer look, thinking about buying a little tofort them, but when she was about to pay, she couldn¡¯t help but ask in a low voice, "Speaking of which¡­ there is really no Horsehair Worm inside it, right?"

    Hearing what she asked, Brother Mole suddenly felt like his wound was being sprinkled with salt. He couldn¡¯t help replying with a look of grief and indignation. "How can there be Horsehair worms! Not all praying mantises have iron worms, alright!"

    Elf Wang yelled, "That¡¯s right! It¡¯s already been cooked to this extent! And it¡¯s clearly not poisonous!"

    Irene also screamed as the side, "Damn it! Do you know how hard it is to find these things in the winter!"

    "I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m sorry, I won¡¯t ask again..." Teng Teng hurriedly took out her VM. Although she didn¡¯t know why she had to apologize, she decided to pay for it first.

    Unable to watch it any longer, Night Ten walked over, patted Irene on the shoulder, and sighed, "Forget it, Irena, I think it¡¯s time to give up and stop struggling."

    Irene said sadly and indignantly, "Go away! If I don¡¯t sell all of them out, I won¡¯t log out!"

    Night Ten let go of his hand silently.

    <em>My goodness. Turns out that he¡¯s ready to stay up all night...</em>@@novelbin@@

    ...<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    <strong>[Announcement IRL: </strong>Merry Christmas!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Blip: </strong>Ho Ho Ho<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Little Seven¡¯s friendly tip of the year: </strong>Hmm... Hmm... It¡¯s not like I enjoy spending Christmas with all of you anyway~~<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Your friendly Boss Xia reminds you to wish the little dumb robot a Merry Christmas in case it ignores you for 24 hours...]</strong></blockquote>

 Chapter 221.2: New Years Day

    The prize for the most popr wastnd food amongst yers was also won by Teng Teng.

    And the food approved by NPCs such as Xia Yan, Xiaoyu, Yin Fang, Hyrja, the guards, and warehouse managers was the Mushroom Cloud Cake made by Yaya.

    As a taster, she also participated in thepetition.

    After using eggs bought from the Frost Spear Tribe and sugar to make egg paste, Yaya skillfully used the egg paste with a round-mouth piping bag to make small mushroom caps and sprinkled with chocte chips around them.

    The whole cake looked like a mushroom cloud, and the surrounding chocte chips formed a nuclear bomb crater. To be honest, it could barely be regarded as wastnd-style food.

    In fact, in Chu Guang¡¯s view, this was simply a gimmick.

    Chocte, sugar, and eggs were all bought, and they were far from cheap.

    Although Chu Guang repeatedly emphasized that he needed cheap and delicious food, the NPCs were all overwhelmed by the taste of chocte, and they werepletely uninterested in those wastnd-style foods.

    Looking at Xiaoyu whose eyes were sparkling, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t bear to veto her vote, so he didn¡¯t say anything.Fortunately, he also expected the results of the vote to be biased, so he set up a third award, "The Most Approved Food by Administrator".

    He could choose who he wanted to give it to!

    The food that won the prize was the Bull and Horse Squad¡¯s Cracklew Crab Cakes.

    400 grams of Cracklew Crab meat was mixed with 450 grams of green wheat flour, 10 grams of salt, a little Buffalo Grass powder, and white berries juice to get a full kilogram of Cracklew Crab minced meat.

    The meat patties kneaded with this kind of minced meat did not have the sour taste of green wheat but also retained the vor of crab meat. It was undeniably delicious.

    Moreover, it wasrge in quantity and easy to preserve. So Chu Guang awarded the prize to its inventor without any hesitation.

    Since it was a group work, except for the name of chef Tomato Eggs, which would be disyed on the first-level page of the Hall of Fame, the list of other coborators would be included in the second-level sub-page.

    The coborators had no opinion on this, after all, their names were already in the Hall of Fame.@@novelbin@@

    Giving this rare opportunity to their fellow teammate was their decision after consultation.

    Standing at the north gate of the base, Chu Guang, wearing an exoframe, announced the final result of thepetition with a loud voice, and then raised his ss to the celebratory crowd. "Enjoy thest day of the new year! Let¡¯s drink to the good harvest in theing year!"

    Originally, there were so many things he wanted to say, but looking at the excited faces of the yers, Chu Guang suddenly felt that the long talk seemed a bit meaningless at this time.

    So he decided to leave the celebration time to them.

    He just needed to be a quiet and handsome NPC.

    As his voice fell, the market at the north gate instantly resounded with cheers, and the wooden wine sses were all raised high.

    "<em>AWOO</em>!"

    "The developers are awesome!"

    "<em>Wuuwuu</em>, I finally don¡¯t have to eat takeaway alone on this year¡¯s New Year¡¯s Day!"

    "Hey Brother, you will have to take off your helmet."

    "Please don¡¯t say it anymore. The more you say it, the sadder I feel."

    There were about 500 yers who chose to celebrate in the game, basically, all of them were online.

    As for the other 300 yers, either they were busy in reality, or they were with their families, and it was estimated that they woulde back after noon the next day.

    In addition to the yers, the NPCs who came to participate in the celebration were also full of joy, their faces were filled with happiness.

    <em>So the celebration is such a happy event.</em>

    As it turned out, festivals were such a wonderful thing!

    There seemed to be a new hope in their lives. Even if they didn¡¯t realize it, cultural identity was gradually taking shape in their hearts.

    Chu Guang took out thest few barrels of red wine in the inventory and distributed a small ss to everyone. Although he no longer had any wine left, he didn¡¯t regret it at all. After all, he had already decided to drink less alcohol in this life, so he didn¡¯t mind giving all the wine to his yers. Secondly, those wines were taken from the old leech¡¯s cer anyway; it wasn¡¯t his in the first ce.

    Besides, there will be new ones next year.

    "Cheers! Gulp¡­" Xia Yan raised her wine ss excitedly and finished it in one gulp. She then staggered over with a blushing face and asked Chu Guang if he still had more, perfectly illustrating what a useless foodie looked like.

    Xiaoyu, who was sitting beside the brazier, drank milk in small sips and gave Xia Yan a worried look, worried that she would pass out again likest time.

    Yin Fang stared at the wine ss for a while and sniffed it a few times before drinking it with a frown. Then he returned to the shelter to carry on his research, murmuring something quietly along the way.

    Hyrja on the other hand, didn¡¯t seem to have much reaction after drinking. Her expression did not even change. She stood there watching the lively yers and wastnders with interest.

    For her, who grew up in a shelter, everything was so fascinating.

    Whether it was DNA or culture.

    Giving his wine to Xia Yan, Chu Guang nced at the empty cup in Hyrja¡¯s hand with a slightly surprised expression. "I didn¡¯t expect you to have such a high alcohol tolerance."

    Hyrja didn¡¯t feel that there was anything iprehensible and replied in a tone as if it was a matter of course. "After all, my liver and stomach and... Well they¡¯re all bionic organs, which can selectively absorb or not absorb any substances."

    "..."

    <em>All right.</em>

    <em>What a waste.</em>

    It was not just the outpost that celebrated the New Year. After Chu Guang announced the start of the celebration, he released a mission through VM, selected a few yers to go to the temporary shelter in the abandoned department store, and sent the New Year¡¯s blessing to the refugees there.

    It wasn¡¯t a lot of things.

    Only about 300 kilograms of crab cakes.

    Although each person could only get a small piece of 200 gram crab cake, it was still the meat of Cracklew Crab.

    He believed this New Year¡¯s gift from Shelter 404 should bring them a touch of warmth.

    ...

    "Damn it, why can¡¯t the catfish soup stewed with the bear¡¯s paw win thepetition?!"

    The celebration had already entered the second half of the event. Guarding a pot of ck fish soup that had almost be cold, Tail, who was devastated by the winner¡¯s announcement, crouched down on the ground and drew circles in the snow with a branch.

    Sisiforted her. "I don¡¯t think there is a problem with the dish itself, maybe there is something wrong with the way it is done... Why is the soup ck when it is stewed? I remember that it wasn¡¯t this color before."

    "Please don¡¯t pay attention to these details."

    "No... I think it¡¯s better to figure it out."

    Irene, who ate all the legs of the mantis when no one was looking and pretended they were all sold out, just happened to walk past.

    Seeing the questionable dish stuffed with bear¡¯s paws and fish¡¯s heads, he couldn¡¯t help ridiculing gleefully. "Did you guys stew Roro?"

    Tail gave him an annoyed look. "How is that possible? Roro can talk!"

    Moreover, she was her mount, and it took her a while to finally tame her.

    Sisi, who was beside Tail, sighed and said helplessly. "It¡¯s not Roro¡¯s hand, but it has something to do with Roro. In short, Tail used Roro as bait to lure the hibernating brown bear out of the cave, Emmm... The situation was a bit chaotic at that time, so it¡¯s quite difficult for me to exin it in detail."

    Irene scratched the back of his head. "Well, although I¡¯m curious about the details, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s appropriate for me to keep asking."

    The yers who heard it all cast sympathetic nces at Roshan, only she showed a look as if she was about to cry. "Wait a minute, you have to exin it! Everyone clearly misunderstood what you were saying!"

    Ignoring the noises of the teammates, Tail was still muttering in a low voice, "Damn it, the taste is clearly not bad!"

    Sisi tapped her on the shoulder. "Okay, okay, don¡¯t be sad... Ah, there¡¯s a new mission! And it seems that it¡¯s a hidden mission. Do you want toe with us?"

    Hearing that it was a hidden mission, Tail immediately stood up and said with shining eyes. "Of course!"

    Sisi¡¯s face instantly showed an old, motherly smile.

    <em>This kid is so easy to coax.</em>

 Chapter 222.1: This is Too Peaceful...

    A bonfire made of wood was burning brightly. Sparks floated into the sky with the heat wave.

    The nomads beat leather drums and yed bone flutes in front of the bonfire. Young dancers covered their faces with veils and presented a dance for the New Year on the snow.

    Guards and workers, who lived near the outpost, and yers who loved to join in the fun, also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

    Although there was only one ss of free red wine, there were a lot of distilled spirits in the warehouse.

    A long time ago, yers had already used polygonum sylvestris as liquor ferment, shofar potatoes as materials, and brewed distilled liquor.

    Compared with the red wine that needed to be tasted slowly, this kind of liquor had a real kick to it and would make people euphoric, which was more popr with wastnders.

    It was just that drinking red wine and liquor together, few people could handle it.

    For a time, there were many people staggering around at the North Gate Market.

    Xia Yan still wanted to drink, but she had already ced her head on the table and fallen asleep.Worried that she might catch a cold, Xiaoyu, who was very caring, went to the bank to fetch a nket and put it on her shoulders while standing on her tiptoes.

    A brazier was ced under the table.

    Xiaoyu patted her back lightly and said in a childlike tone, "Don¡¯t drink so much next time, okay?"

    "Hehe¡­ I still want to drink..." However, Xia Yan, who was already asleep, obviously didn¡¯t listen, and she was smacking her lips from time to time as if she was having some kind of wonderful dream.

    Not far away, a taster was urgently looking for a toilet.

    Farther afield, the hoarse voice wailed as if someone¡¯s throat was on fire. "Water! <em>Burp¡­ </em>Give me water!"

    Makka Pakkay on the ground and screamed, until Construction Boy stuffed a lump of snow in his mouth.

    Eye Owe Money held his belly and said with a painful expression, "Damn, what the fuck was that?! I feel like my stomach is growling!"

    Sideline cking looked at his already bulging belly and couldn¡¯t help butin. "How much did you eat?"

    "Not much, just a little bit," Eye Owe Money hupped and said in a muffled voice, "Speaking of which, why do you have to eat again when you return to reality after you have already eaten it in game?"

    "..."

    "¡­"

    <em>Is this a question that an intelligence type yer would ask? ?</em>

    Ample Time, who had drunk too much, sat limply on a wooden chair and started his improvisation.

    Listening to the nomadic percussion music and rxed bone flute, his index finger beat on the table, and his mouth hummed the newlyposed songs.

    "<em>Mhm mhm</em>..."

    "The gears of the heaven fell into the furnace."

    "Spilling the boiled molten steel out of the pot."

    "The undead natural disaster will never stop."@@novelbin@@

    "Recasting the kingdom of mortals."

    "..."

    The dried hoarse voice was like a violin being yed by a saw de, but in the rough apaniment, there was an unexpected rhythm.

    Like gulping down half a bottle of spirits, or forgoing that brought the sound of hammering iron.

    However, Ample Time was unable topose aplete song. But when he stopped abruptly, the yers who were booing next to him immediately continued after him. With one sentence after another from different yers, they actuallypleted a full song.

    It was just that the further they got, the more outrageous ie became. From the Holy Terran to Ionia, the slogan for ¡®The Rejuvenation of the Federation of People¡¯ also became ¡®People Live For Sex¡¯.

    Although the surrounding natives couldn¡¯t understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, they also hummed along.

    The singing dispelled the cold, and it also removed the barriers between them.

    Even with apletely different culture, people¡¯s yearning for a better life and the pursuit of beautiful things were the same.

    In this warm atmosphere and flickering firelight, the people sitting together around the bonfire became a big family at this moment.

    A drunk Zhao Rat patted Yu Hu on the shoulder, his face lit by the fire was as red as a monkey¡¯s butt. "Hey, am I right? Life here is amazing!"

    Yu Hu had drunk a little too much. He burped and slurred. "You¡¯re right¡­¡­ Next year, next year I will definitely move here!"

    On the snow in front of the bonfire, a dance ended.

    The shy Frost Spear Tribe girl bowed slightly but people weren¡¯t going to just let her go.

    "One more!"

    "Yes! And invite your crush!"

    "Yeah, yeah!"

    Under the instigation of the people, the young girl of the Frost Spear Tribe mustered up her courage, but instead of inviting her dream lover in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue exoframe wearing monster standing at the side.

    "Can I invite you to dance with me?" There was a trace of nervousness in her eyes, like a hapless child who lost Truth or Dare.

    Chu Guang gave her a slightly surprised look, and then jokingly said in a mild tone, "I can¡¯t dance in this outfit. You should find someone who can catch up with your footsteps."

    The young girl blushed, turned and ran away like a frightened little animal.

    Hyrja, who was standing beside him with her arms crossed, looked at Chu Guang curiously. "Why not dance with her?"

    A little dissatisfied with the way this woman looked at him like she was looking at an animal, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her. "Do you know how energy consuming it is to dance in an exoframe that weighs a ton?"

    It was not impossible to not turn on the power supply. It was probably simr to weight training in that way, but even if 70 to 80 percent of the weight could be transferred to the support structure of the exoframe, it also required a lot of power to move such a heavy armor without the help of a motor.

    It was also easy to hurt others.

    It was not without reason that Chu Guang chose to stand there as a backdrop.

    "But then you won¡¯t be able to enjoy the celebration," Hyrja reminded.

    "You don¡¯t understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

    For an administrator, what could make him feel more happy than watching the people in the settlement sing and dance, and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

    <em>This is the highest level of enjoyment.</em>

    Hyrja was lost in thought.

    Her expression seemed to recall the history of Shelter 117.

    At this moment, Yin Fang¡¯s ridicule suddenly floated behind him, "You broke the girl¡¯s heart."

    Chu Guang ignored his teasing, and instead gave him a strange look. "Why are you back again?"

    "I just went back to get something." Yin Fang took out a small cubic robot with four short legs from behind his back.

    "The Academy doesn¡¯t celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have the custom of celebrating the New Year... I just happened to finish it, so it¡¯s a New Year¡¯s gift for you."

    Chu Guang¡¯s face was full of surprise, and he reached out and took the little robot.

    Unlike the original robot, the cubic creature that he just brought out had an additional camera.

    Now it was not justsers that map the nearby terrain, but the user wearing the neuro-connected device could also share its field of view with its camera.

    Although it was only a small change, the practicality had greatly improved.

    The little robot was much more powerful than the original one!

    Looking at Chu Guang who was very interested in ying with the small robot in his hand, Yin Fang continued, "I call it the Crawler, unless you have a better name for it. Compared with the original little robot, it has one more eye, and nothing else has changed much."

    "Thank you." Chu Guang sincerely expressed his gratitude.

    Yin Fang coughed lightly. "You don¡¯t have to thank me, the materials are all from you, I just assembled it."

    Having said that, he remembered another important thing, so he continued, "By the way, its power source is a metal hydrogen battery... It seems that you don¡¯t have a lot of reserves in your shelter, only forty or fifty of them. You can get more if you have a chance, that¡¯s a good thing."

    Chu Guang made a helpless expression. "I don¡¯t need you to tell me that."

    Metal-hydrogen batteries produced by Enterprise, which contained a number of ss A technologies, were very popr everywhere.

    At present, Boulder Town could only produce solid-state hydrogen batteries independently. If he wanted to buy metal hydrogen batteries, he could only hope that the caravan from the East Coast could bring some.

    Chu Guang had previously bought dozens of them from the Pioneer, and nned to use them to make exoskeletons.

    But at the moment, what his yers needed most was not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as industrial equipment that could produce them, so the matter had been put on hold.

    Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something very serious. "If this thing blows up..."

    Yin Fang answered in a rxed tone, "It will be roughly equivalent to 6 kilograms of TNT, the power should be able to cover... Uh, a football field?"

    "???"

    <em>What the FUCK?!</em>

    Putting the robot into Yin Fang¡¯s hands, Chu Guang calmly took half a step aside. "You can hold on to it for me first."

    Looking at the robot that was returned in his hand, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face. "Don¡¯t be scared... This doesn¡¯t blow up so easily. And 6 kilograms of TNT is the theoretical equivalent. Without detonators and elerants, how can it really achieve the level of destruction? This is not a bomb after all."

    There were at least two ss B technology gaps between the metal-hydrogen battery and the metal-hydrogen cannonball, and the oxygen in the air was simply not enough to fully react with hydrogen in the metal state.

    Besides, there was no need for him to be afraid when he was wearing an exoframe.

    But Chu Guang didn¡¯t want to listen to him exining that much, he just wanted to stay away from the doctor as much as he could.

    <em>Mhm.</em>

    <em>One more rule to follow in the future.</em>

    <em>Robots and exoskeletons powered by metal hydrogen are prohibited from staying in the shelter for long periods of time.</em>

    ...

 Chapter 223.1: Raid.

    ¡°This is too peaceful."@@novelbin@@

    ¡­

    North of Longevity Town, in a dark and silent abandoned town.

    Letting out a cold breath, the man with the rifle cast a nce out of the window, a menacing light shing in his narrowed eyes.

    There was antern beside his boots, and a ck hyena crawled at his feet, wuffling from time to time.

    The man¡¯s name was Gray Wolf.

    Although his name had the word wolf, he had nothing to do with the Wolf n that was one of the three major ns of the Bonechewer n. He was just a Company Leader under Lion Fang.

    Unlike otherpany leaders, before he joined the Bonechewer n, he was just a wandering mercenary who once worked for the Army and also beat up his old employer for the people of the Great Rift Valley. Anyway, he would follow whoever paid him.

    Later, when the Bonechewer n was recruiting soldiers, he took the opportunity and joined them with some of his brothers, along with other marauder forces.Facts had proved that he made a very correct decision.

    A marauder¡¯s life was much more fun than being a mercenary.

    They followed thew of the jungle and respected the strong, using fists and bullets to decide everything. As long as one was strong enough, one could gain respect, and as long as one was ruthless enough, one could be the leader of a group of people.

    Following the Lion Fang¡¯s banner, he went from the middle of the River Valley Province to the very south, killing more than a hundred people. He had also risen from a squad leader to thepany leader.

    However, he was an outsider in the end, and the Company Leader was basically the highest rank he could achieve.

    Even if the marauders had weak bonds, and their organization and discipline were maintained by violence and plundering, not just anyone could enter their core strength.

    He had to prove his bravery.

    He had to use a hearty victory to prove his worth.

    The opportunity finally came.

    About a month ago, the ck Snake Tribe stationed in the east refused to join them, apparently nning to enjoy the prey in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City alone.

    Lion Fang was very angry, but sadly the heavy snow blocked the road, and the blizzard was raging, even if he was extremely reluctant, he would not order his men to march in this kind of weather.

    Recently, the situation finally improved.

    The blizzard thatsted for a month had finally weakened.

    Gray Wolf seized the opportunity and immediately volunteered, expressing his willingness to be the vanguard, leading his men to attack Longevity Town in the northern suburb of Clearspring City, to clear the way for the main force.

    After consulting the staff officer, Lion Fang immediately agreed to his request.

    Remote Creek Town was too far from the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    If they could capture Longevity Town, their main force would be able to advance at least 20 kilometers to the south before the winter ended,pletely getting rid of the ck Snake Tribe on the southern outskirts of Heavenly Water City.

    Lion Fang highly praised his bravery, and in order to increase the winning chance, he even gave him 50 more marauders and weapons and equipment. As such, he had toplete his mission.

    After incorporating the 50 or so marauders under hismand, Gray Wolfmanded 150 men. He brought 10 days¡¯ worth of supplies, weapons, and ammunition, and set off towards the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    Marching in a blizzard was a risky decision, but at the same time, the low visibility was a cover.

    Gray Wolf was not a fool.

    The strength of the opponent was unclear, but based on the fact that they were able to block the offensive of his friendly forces, forcing ck Snake¡¯s men to stop at the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City, these people were obviously not as easy to deal with as imagined.

    Taking advantage of thest blizzard of December, he and his men arrived at an abandoned town 10 kilometers north of Longevity Town and hid there.

    Instead of attacking immediately, he first sent scouts out to find out the situation, and let the others rest in the buildings to recover their strength until the night.

    The snow outside the window stopped a little.

    Looking at the gradually approaching figure not far away, Gray Wolf gently kicked the sleeping hyena next to him.

    "Get up."

    "Time to work."

    The wuffling hyena raised its head, only to see his master, carrying antern, getting up from the chair and walking to the door. It followed behind quietly.

    In the living room on the first floor where half of the wall had copsed, the man wrapped in a white cloth shook the snow off his body at the door, walked to Gray Wolf, and bowed his head respectfully. "Boss."

    Gray Wolf sat down on the sofa, looked at him, and said. "Tell me what you saw."

    The scout said respectfully. "The east gate is in ruins. The refugee camp that was supposed to be there waspletely destroyed by the blizzard. The ground is full of garbage. It seems that the survivors are having a hard time as well and this blizzard has hit them hard."

    Gray Wolf continued to ask. "Where did the people go?"

    The scout shook his head. "I don¡¯t know, but it¡¯s definitely not behind the wall. I¡¯ve observed it all day. They only cooked twice in total, and based on how big the smoke was, I¡¯d say about 70 or 80 people live there."

    The survivor¡¯s stronghold called Longevity Town had a high wall, and apart from a few gentle slopes, there was no obvious no high ground around it. So it was difficult to fully see the situation inside from the outside.

    Gray Wolf¡¯s eyebrows were slightly raised.

    <em>70 or 80 people?</em>

    "You sure?"

    The scout nodded affirmatively. "I¡¯m positive!"

    Gray Wolf frowned.

    A survivor base with only 70 or 80 people. To be honest, the number was not quite right.

    He did not believe that the survivors could not see the strategic value of this fortress in the wilderness, which had be the gateway to the northern suburbs of ?Clearspring City.

    As long as they could capture this ce, it was equivalent to breaking open the doors of all the survivors in the entire northern suburbs.

    Or maybe¡­

    Those idiots naively thought that with the cover of heavy snow, they would be able to sit back and rx¡­

    However, the naivety of the opponent was a good thing for him.

    There was a smile on the corner of Gray Wolf¡¯s mouth, and his expression was very simr to the hyena lying at his feet. "Go back and keep watching. We¡¯ll be there in a minute."

    The scout became high-spirited and said excitedly. "Yes!"

    ...

 Chapter 223.2: Raid.

    Late at night.

    Light snow began to fall in the sky.

    On the wall of Longevity Town.

    Lu Bei, who was wearing a ck coat, looked north, tightened the sling of his rifle, and stretched the soles of his numb feet to circte his frozen blood.

    Today was thest day of the 211th year of the Wastnd Era.

    The outpost 10 kilometers away seemed to be celebrating the arrival of the New Year, but that had little to do with them being on duty.

    A threat from the north was approaching, and he was standing on the frontlines.

    Standing there, they couldn¡¯t rx for a moment.

    Carrying themp and walking up to the wall, the slightly aged guard patted Lu Bei on the shoulder and asked with a smile, "Young man, are you alright? If you are tired, I can take over. It¡¯s almost time for the shift as well."Lu Bei nced at the VM and shook his head stubbornly. "There are still ten minutes left."

    "Hehe, it seems that I came a little early," the old man smiled and put themp on the wall, "Then I will stand here with you for a while."

    The older guard¡¯s name was Auspicious. He was the oldest in the entire guard, and it was said that he would turn 40 next year.

    People would always call him an old man kindly. Although he always argued that 40 years old was not old, recently his arthritis had be more and more serious, and he gradually began to feel he was really getting there.

    Lu Bei had heard his story. It was said that he used to be a city man from Boulder Town, then became a mercenary, and then somehow became a prisoner of Bloodhand n and was taken into their dungeon.

    He had a scar on his chest, which was said to be left by a Deathw, but no one believed it and thought he was bragging.

    After all, if he could escape from a Deathw¡¯s mouth, how could he be captured by the Bloodhand n¡¯s marauders?

    Every time the old man talked about his experience, he would argue very excitedly, describing how dangerous the situation was at that time, and he was only caught in order to cover the retreat of his teammates.

    And every time he mentioned his teammates, someone would always ask, ¡°So where are your teammates now? The people of the Bloodhand n are already burnt into ashes, so when are they going toe to pick you up.¡±

    Whenever the old man was asked about this, he would fall silent for a while and then mutter that he didn¡¯t n to go back with his teammates even if they came, and it would be better if they didn¡¯te.

    Anyway, his storyter became an interesting topic amongst the guards.

    Although no one believed that he had seen a Deathw (excluding the one kept by the administrator), Lu Bei did.

    After all, the scar did not look like it was cut by a knife.

    At this moment, an excited shout came from the direction of the stairs, and then a young man ran up. "There¡¯s a caring from the south. The administrator has brought us food!"

    His name was Xu Shun, and he was one year older than Lu Bei. He was also barely of age and was Lu Bei¡¯s best buddy.

    "What food?" Lu Bei asked excitedly.

    It was not because he¡¯s a foodie, it was mainly because the food made by the blue coats was really delicious. Immediately, a dazzling variety of food shed across his mind, including a lot of steamed buns, steamed dumplings, and ramen noodles.

    Xu Shun said excitedly, "Gnhi soup! And meat! I¡¯ve tasted it, it was a little spicy, but after drinking it, my whole body became warm."

    Lu Bei couldn¡¯t help but swallow upon hearing what it was.

    Looking at this drooling young man, Auspicious smiled and patted his shoulder. "Go, now it¡¯s time to change shift."

    "Mhm!" Lu Bei nodded excitedly, "I¡¯ll bring you someter!"

    The old man waved his hand. "Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll get my share after I finish my shift."

    The two young men then quickly got off the city wall. Seeing their backs disappear in his sight, Auspicious smiled and then returned to look at the vast white snow outside the wall.

    <em>The snow this year is really heavy.</em>

    <em>Theing year should be a good year.</em>

    He nned to save some money to buy a piece ofnd, try to grow some things, and then marry a wife. And when he retired from the guards, he would settle down here and settle down.

    As for Boulder Town, he had no ns to go back.

    Life here was not much better than there, but it was only here that he felt a dignity he had never had before.

    The administrator said that they would never have to kneel to anyone again in the future.

    And no one would be able to take away their freedom from their hands again.

    The whistling north wind was freezing, but it was no longer blown with snowkes. The bright moonlight shone from behind the scattered clouds, and the small animals that sneaked out for food quickly returned to their caves.

    Auspicious spat out a mouthful of cold breath, and suddenly felt a little cold, so he stretched out his hand to the oilmp on the wall, trying to put his hand on it to keep warm.

    identally, his hand trembled, knocking off the oilmp.

    Themp fell into the snowdrift, but it didn¡¯t break, but the fire went out.

    ¡°Shit!¡± Auspicious cursed and did not n to pick it up immediately. He wanted to wait until his shift was over before going down to pick it up.

    But at this moment, the expression on his face suddenly changed. He immediately grabbed the binocrs and nced in the north direction.

    Over the moonlit snow, he saw vague figures speeding in their direction through the darkness.

    Many pairs of fierce eyes shot at him like sharp arrows.

    The killing intent was so palpable that he could even sense it from afar.

    They were exactly the same as marauders from the Bloodhand n!

    Auspicious¡¯s expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, he immediately grabbed the short whistle hanging around his neck, stuffed it into his mouth and blew it with all his strength, and fired a shot outside simultaneously.

    "Enemy attack!"

    ...

    "<em>Hum hum</em>..."

    "The hammer of order beat the war drum."

    "The iron belief broke ground."

    "The white bear knight rushed out."

    "Capturing the evil and the savage."

    "..."

    The truck¡¯s engine rumbled.

    Sitting on the front passenger seat, and resting her arm on the window, Tail hummed a song that she heard from somewhere and enjoyed the cool wind blowing outside the window.

    Sisi, who was driving, nced at her. "What kind of children¡¯s song is this?"

    Tail was dissatisfied. "What do you mean children¡¯s song? It¡¯s called BGM!"

    <em>I really envy this woman¡¯s energy. How is she not tired at all?</em>

    <em>Is it because she is going to awaken her ability soon?</em>

    Sisi sighed, "Okay, okay."

    On the cargo bed of the pickup truck.

    The two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, stared at each other.

    Finally, Brother Ratman couldn¡¯t hold on any longer and said with a dry cough. "Can you stop looking at me like that? You are making me very nervous."

    Sesame Paste, who was hugging her knees, was stunned for a moment, and her warm hat fell off again. She quickly reached out and picked it up.

    "Eh? Sorry, I¡¯m just curious... What is it like to be a rat?"

    <em>How many people have asked me this question?</em>

    Make Me sighed helplessly, "How should I put it? It¡¯s a bit troublesome to say hello to friends because you have to raise your head as high as possible. But it¡¯s very convenient to travel through the ruins, and you won¡¯t be beaten by a group of rats if you identally get into a rat¡¯s nest. You just need to retreat slowly."

    "In terms of other benefits, my fingers aren¡¯t uncoordinated like other mutants, so there is no problem for me when using tools, and there is no debuff with slow growth in experience. Generally speaking, it is a sequence with unlimited potential."

    Sesame Paste nodded in understanding.

    That was if they were speaking about practicality.

    "I thought it would be sad to be a mutant."

    The big rat lying with its belly up gave her a strange look. "What¡¯s so sad about that?"

    "Because... It doesn¡¯t look good?"

    "..."

    <em>God damn it!</em>

    <em>Originally, I didn¡¯t feel sad, but my heart is bleeding now!</em>

    The poor Make Me couldn¡¯t help cursing silently.

    <em>We are all fluffy animals. So why is the rat worse than the cat?</em>

    <em>Damn humans!</em>

    <em>Die! Die! Die!</em>

    ...

    The truck finally arrived.

    The two guards on the cargo bed jumped down first and beckoned everyone in the camp toe and pick up the food.

    The guards were more experienced than the refugees. They had seen a lizard and a bear before, so they no longer felt strange when seeing a one-meter-tall big rat standing up on the back of the pickup truck.

    Make Me stretched and was about to slip out of the truck for a short walk, but then a harsh whistle suddenly came from the front.

    Immediately afterward, gunshots and explosions sounded, startling Sesame Paste who was about to jump out of the cargo bed, causing the hat she had just put on to fall off again.

    "What, what happened?!"

    "I don¡¯t know..."

    The big rat swallowed.

    The sound of gunfire in the north was loud, like firecrackers, apanied by the explosion from time to time.

    There was chaos in the camp, and the two guards who had juste down from the wall probably went to the north gate for reinforcements again.

    Standing next to the pickup truck, Sisi raised her head and looked north, and frowned. "Gunshots, at least 50... no, maybe 100?"

    <em>Maybe more?</em>

    She couldn¡¯t tell the difference between the gunshots of the guards and those of the attackers.

    The big mouse said nervously. "Why is there such a big range in your estimate!?"

    "After all, the sound of gunfire in this game is not as regr as <em>PUBG</em>... Tail, what do you think?" While speaking, Sisi looked aside.

    However, what she saw was that Tail had raised her Sickle assault rifle, and her eyes shed with excitement.

    "Si! Let¡¯s go!"

    Just from her look alone, Sisi knew what she wanted to do.

    Sisi fell into a daze for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face, and she gave a thumbs up energetically.

    "Oh!"

    "Looks like Tail¡¯s chance to show off her skills has finallye!"

    This time, they didn¡¯t want to get the lowest scores.

    Seeing the two running towards the north, the cat and rat were dumbfounded.

    "What, what do we do now?" Sesame Paste looked at the rat next to her at a loss, but the poor brother Make Me was also confused at the moment, not knowing what to do.

    He also went to the front line once.

    But that was following Mosquito, and he was just observing he whole time.

    "Uh¡­ Anyway, I¡¯ll go and see if I can provide any help first."

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>Wasn¡¯t it supposed to be an errand mission?</em>

    <em>The mission briefing also didn¡¯t say anything about fighting!</em>

    <em>Otherwise, I would¡¯ve brought my weapon as well.</em>

    Make Me bit the bullet and went to chase Tail and Sisi, leaving only Sesame Paste beside the pickup truck.

    "Hey! Wait, don¡¯t leave yet..."

    However, it was toote.

    When she called out, the big rat had already disappeared.@@novelbin@@

    Sesame Paste was dumbfounded, looking around anxiously, not knowing what to do.

    But when her eyes fell on the house closest to the south gate in the town, her face instantly lit up.

    That was the save point!

    As a yer who was often doing errand missions, she still remembered that there were 100 clone nurturing cabins there, and yers who were toozy to go back to the outpost would often go offline there!

    "Anyway¡­ I have to find a way to notify others first." Sesame Paste ran over to the house immediately as she thought of this. She rushed through the door, found an open clone nuruting cabin, andy in it.

    As the hatch was closed, the connection was broken.

    After getting offline at the speed of light, she immediately took off her helmet and opened herptop. She went to the official website forum, quickly edited a post, and sent it out.

    "Everyone! Help! Longevity Town is being attacked."

    Just a few seconds after the post was posted, it immediately caught everyone¡¯s attention.

    "Attacked?"

    "What the heck, what¡¯s the situation?"

    "Aren¡¯t you having a celebration?"

    "Damn it! The developers are secretly releasing a hidden mission while I¡¯m not online!"

    Almost at the same time that the post was posted, a line of announcements suddenly popped up on the official website.

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>The marauders from the north attacked Longevity Town, triggering an emergency mission<strong>.]</strong>

    <strong>[Dawn: </strong>A group of bloody-thirsty robbers justunched a shameful sneak attack while we were celebrating the New Year! We¡¯ll make them regret what they did!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Failure condition: </strong>Resurrection point is destroyed. (All yers whose characters are located in Longevity Town will enter the resurrection cooldown state)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Victory Condition: </strong>Repel the attackers!<strong>]</strong>

    As soon as the announcement came out, the forum instantly exploded with discussions.

    "What the fuck?!"

    "A sneak attack?!"

    "Are you serious?! You can even be killed even if you go offline?!"

    "The shameless developers finally decided to wipe out some people¡¯s data, right?"

    "Brothers! Hurry up! Let¡¯s get all our weapons and defend our save point!"

    "Damn those marauders, they want to drop my legendary gear?!"

 Chapter 224.1: Correct Way of Using Anti-Aircraft Guns

    At the North Gate of Longevity Town.

    The gunshots that rang suddenly sounded like firecrackers, the bullets flying roared in the cold night, and the sky-high mes ripped apart the dark sky, like the cos ring from hell.

    "Charge!"

    "Cut their stomachs with your bay! Chop off their heads and use them to make jugs!"

    "Kill!"

    "Loot!"

    "Tear them apart!"

    After the night raid was discovered, the marauders no longer stayed hidden.

    A man with short hair took the lead. He pulled out the pistol of the squad leader and pulled the trigger in his hand while shouting wildly.The figures crawling in the snow stood up one by one, and like a group of jackals pounced on their prey, they screamed like undead andunched a surprise attack towards the north wall.

    The battle was imminent!

    Fewer than 4 guards stood on concrete walls and towers were caught off guard by the barrage of bullets, and a single exchange of fire immediately took away 2 of their lives.

    The others weren¡¯t in a better situation either and were pressed behind the cover by the swishing bullets, unable to raise their heads.

    A ring rm sounded in the town.

    The guards stationed at the station immediately took up their weapons and rushed to their respectivebat positions as they had practiced countless times during the exercise.

    Unlike the hyenas hiding in the ruins, these marauders were not only well-trained, but also equipped with the weapons of the Army, and their firepower was unusually ferocious.

    In addition to the bolt-action ripper rifles, they were not only equipped with automatic weapons, but even 5 or 6 light machine guns!

    Even if Wrench bravely rushed to the wall with his team as soon as the battle started, he still felt enormous pressure in the face of the surprise attack from hundreds of marauders and surging firepower.

    Without using the trenches, they would not be able to stop so many people just relying on a wall.

    Under the cover of the firepower from the rear, a ten-man marauder team took the lead to cross the trench buried in snow and sneaked to the ce that was less than 20 meters away from the wall of the Longevity Town.

    "Molotov cocktail!"

    "Toss them!"

    The short-haired man shouted loudly, and the dozens of marauders behind him immediately lit Molotov cocktails and smashed them towards the three-meter-high concrete wall.

    With the shattering of ss, the mes soared into the air.

    Although these Molotov cocktails did not cause substantial casualties to the guards on the wall, they still caused a lot of trouble for them.

    This was the usual trick of the marauders in the wastnd. Creating chaos with Molotov cocktails, forcing the defender out of the lit cover, and focusing on attacking the weak points of the defense whilepressing the defender¡¯s tactical space.

    To a certain extent, the marauders¡¯ offensive worked.

    More and more Molotov cocktails were thrown onto the wall, which divided the wall into several burning sections. A young guard rushed to the tower at the risk of his own life, took over the fallenrades, and set up a light machine gun to shoot outside the wall. However, within a few seconds, he was taken away by a rocket shot from the darkness.

    The tower was burning with fire.

    "Fuck!" Wrench who was guarding the wall in the lead cursed, and threw out the wooden handle grenade after removing the safety cap.

    With a st, snow was sshed high, and a marauder fell on the spot.

    However, in the face of the wave-like offensive, this grenade was like a stone thrown into the sea, and could not stop the surging waves at all.

    The marauder with a submachine gun rushed close, took off the rocketuncher on his back, and fired a rocket towards the north gate.

    The arm-thick rocket sted arge hole through the iron door, but did not break the door open.

    Seeing the failure to break the door, those marauders did not give up, and then rushed to ce explosives all around.

    The guards on the wall fired back, taking the two who rushed near, but were quickly suppressed by the bullets fired from a distance.

    "There are too many of them!" The wounded guard leaned against the concrete wall and shouted to the captain not far away in pain, his arms covered in blood.

    "Captain! They put the explosives at the door!"

    "Do you have angles there? Are you able to shoot them?"

    "I tried¡­ But they¡¯ve got too much firepower!"

    Wrench gritted his teeth, made a decisive decision quickly, and roared on top of his lung. "Everyone, retreat! Let those beasts in and let¡¯s fight them inside!"

    Inside the north gate of Longevity Town, there was a construction site, where there were brick stacks buried in snow and an unfinished dormitory building.

    This dormitory building was originally intended to house refugees. However, due to dys in construction by the blizzard, only the first floor, and the second floor had been built, and the outer wall of the third floor was only half-finished.

    It was perfect to use it as a cover at the moment!

    At the same time as his voice fell, Wrench raised the rifle and raked the outside of the cover, attracting the firepower of the machine gun.

    Seeing that his teammates had withdrawn to the stairs, he threw thest grenade before activating the exoskeleton, jumped down from the wall, and followed in the footsteps of his teammates.

    At almost the same time the guards were withdrawing from the wall, a loud explosion came from the north gate.

    The heat wave and mes soaring into the sky blew the whole gate out, and the snow on the ground was blown several meters away.

    Seeing that the gate was broken, the marauders cheered and rushed in with their rifles.

    Fortunately, the people on the wall had retreated in time.

    If they were a little slower, they would¡¯ve been surrounded by the marauders and attacked by them from both the front and the back.

    The guards who had retreated into the dormitory building finally got a chance to breathe.

    Before the marauders hadpletely rushed in, Wrench immediately organized the remaining 30 or so guards and arranged a new line of defense around the building.

    Some people were scattered around the dormitory building, and some people had set up machine guns at the windows and started a fierce exchange of fire with the marauders who had rushed into the town.

    In less than 10 minutes, the battle situation had entered a new high.

    The two sides fought around the north wall of the town, and each lost more than a dozen people. The people from both parties had gone crazy.

    In the face of the brutal marauders, the guards¡¯ resistance was tenacious and morale was high.

    Unfortunately, those marauders had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, equipment, andbat experience.

    Many of them came here from the middle of the River Valley Province under the banner of Lion Fang. During this period, they experienced countless battles, big and small, and burned and destroyed countless viges.

    As for the guards there, many of them were new recruits who had justpleted their training. Moreover, their backgrounds were different. Some were recruited from refugees, and some were from surrounding survivors¡¯ settlements.

    Some people may have experienced the test of blood and fire, but most of them were on the battlefield for the first time.

    This was not lying in the trenches and shooting targets.

    The murderous aura was suffocating, the fire was burning under their noses, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that it almost choked them.

    In the chaos, only the lights flickered, and it was impossible to see where the people were.

    As more and more marauders crossed the gate, the guards had to shrink their defenses until theypletely retreated into the dormitory.

    The oue of this battle seemed to have be evident.

    If nothing else happened, the battle would be over within minutes.

    Gray Wolf, holding the binocrs, nced in the direction of Longevity Town with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. "A group of weak chickens."

    Victory came sooner than he imagined.

    Originally, he heard that ck Snake had suffered defeat twice in the hands of these people, so he was prepared for a hard fight. He made a careful n, and only ordered the night raid after observing the situation for a whole day.

    However, what he didn¡¯t expect was that after the fight started, he realized that what stood in front of him was a group of rookies who had never been on the battlefield.

    With less than 10 casualties, his men rushed in effortlessly and captured the walls and towers

    <em>Is this an attack?</em>

    <em>What a waste of my n!</em>

    The hyena, crawling at his feet, bared its teeth in excitement. It growled in its throat, and its eyes shed with bloodthirsty gleam.

    It smelled death and from how things were looking, it looked like it could have some meat for a meal tonight!

    "... It¡¯s so strange. I thought there were at least seventy or eighty of them, but the number of gunshots I heard was only forty at most." Following Gray Wolf, the scout with a white cloth on his shoulders said in a low voice, his eyes filled with confusion.

    He had been a scout for some time. Although he dared not say that he could guess how many people were in the camp with 100% uracy, with his rich experience, his estimate had rarely been so wrong.

    Standing on the other side of Gray Wolf, the burly man did not hide the ridicule on his face at all. Looking at the ming wall, he said, "And they are all brand new soldiers. See how they reacted when they retreated? Many people are probably so afraid that they have peed their pants! Haha!"

    His name was Wang Tuo, he was one of Gray Wolf¡¯s henchmen and a mercenary who joined the Bonechewer n with Gray Wolf.

    Not only was his marksmanship first-rate, he was also an ability user!

    The scars engraved on his muscles were all proof of bravery.

    Looking at the brothers who had sessfully captured the wall, Wang Tuo rubbed his fists excitedly and looked at Gray Wolf beside him. "Boss, let me go too!"

    If he didn¡¯t join the battle now, he might not be able to get anything goodter.@@novelbin@@

    The 5 ten-man teams that stayed behind were originally to prevent the defenders from rushing out from the side door and nking them.

    But now it seemed that the opponent¡¯s manpower couldn¡¯t even fill the frontal battlefield. If they even tried to split up, it was no different from seeking death by dividing up the manpower.

    It seemed like it would be over soon.

    Gray Wolf put down his binocrs, thought for a moment calmly, and then gave an order. "You take a team and quietly get to the east side to the south of them. Don¡¯t let them run away. Remember, don¡¯t fight until theye out of the door. Don¡¯t kill them all, keep the 2 alive, I have something to ask them."

    <em>Chasing deserters?</em>

    He was great at this kind of work!

    "Yes!" Wang Tuo took the order excitedly, and without any hesitation, he immediately ran down the slope and came to the front of his followers.

    The group of hungry wolves were already impatient, holding their rifles with bays attached, looking at the south, eager for some actions.

    Looking at his brothers who couldn¡¯t wait any longer, Wang Tuo shouted excitedly. "Brothers,e with me! Don¡¯t let our prey run away!"

    ...

 Chapter 224.2: Correct Way of Using Anti-Aircraft Guns

    Escape was definitely impossible.

    The marauders had surrounded the dormitory building, and the guards who were stuck in the building had no way out.

    And no one was going to quit.

    They had already given up the North Gate.

    If they gave up defending the dormitory building, there would be no more reliable cover to hold, and those marauders wouldpletely upy the entire town.

    This was thest line of defense!

    After an intense exchange of fire, marauders had taken control of the stairs on the side of the dormitory building and threw a grenade up.

    Fire roared everywhere, and the gunfire upstairs stopped suddenly.

    Just when the marauders squatting beside the stairs were about to rush upstairs, the sound of gunshot suddenly sounded from the darkness on the side at this critical moment."<em>Ah-da-da-da-</em>!" Rushing to the front line from the rear, Tail mimicked the sound of gunshots with her mouth excitedly while raking the wall of the dormitory building.

    Bullets were flying everywhere.

    It wasn¡¯t just the sound made by the full-power bullets that terrified people, but the debris and dust that was knocked off the wall.

    The marauders who were about to rush upstairs were taken aback by the sudden burst of fire in the dark. They thought that the survivors¡¯ reinforcements had arrived, so they did not dare to continue rushing upstairs. Instead, they raised their guns and returned fire towards the source of the fire.

    The bullets whizzed over, almost scratching Tail¡¯s face in the chaos..

    Sisi, who was agile and had a fast reaction, pulled the reckless woman who was rushing too fast back.

    At almost the same time, a dense rain of bullets hit the stack of red bricks in front of them, knocking the broken bricks down on the ground.

    Being suppressed by the light machine gun and unable to lift her head at all, Tail said indignantly, leaning against the back of the cover with her rifle in her arms. "Damn it! If my bear is here!"

    "I think that would probably be worse."

    After letting go of the hand that held the back cor of Tail, Sisi nced at the map on the VM screen, and was about to think about the route of the attack, but then a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face. "<em>Eep</em>? How could I forget something as important as this?!"

    Tail looked at her quickly. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Sisi thought for a second and mumbled. "It¡¯s nothing, <em>mhm</em>... it doesn¡¯t matter anyway, our reinforcements have arrived."

    "Huh?! So fast?"

    "Look over there."

    Looking at the startled Tail, Sisi stretched out her hand, pointed to the house on the south, and continued, "Remember that building? That¡¯s our save point."

    Although there were not as many people here as the outposts, those who came to Longevity Town for missions in this weather were basically Combat Profession yers, if not high level yers.

    At the same time when the battle situation on the front line became critical, in the save point on the south side of Longevity Town, more than 90 clone nurturing cabins opened simultaneously.

    With the sound of leaking air, many yers sat up from the dormant cabins open hatches.

    Drumhead Washing Machine roared the moment he emerged, "God damn it, I was just having lunch! Do Devs have no family members?"

    Battlefield Cheerleader quickly quipped at the side, "Hahaha, I was eating too! I made dumplings at home, and I just ate a te when someone in the group said that there¡¯s a limited time event!"

    Darkest added, "Hurry up! I was only halfway through my takeout! I need to finish the mission before it gets cold. I spent twenty yuan on that food. I don¡¯t want to waste it!"

    Battlefield Cheerleader yelled, "Where¡¯s Spring Water? Yo, dumbass, hurry up and lead the team!"

    Spring Water Commander, who was busy putting on his exoskeleton, couldn¡¯t help but curse, "Fuck you! Why are you talking to your dad like that?"

    "Stop talking shit." With the rifle in his hand loaded, Battlefield Cheerleader rolled his eyes at him, "What¡¯s the use of wearing this? I never saw you charging into the enemy lines with it."

    "You don¡¯t know shit!" Spring Water Commander scolded, pulled up his trousers and put on his shoes, "If I fall down, are you going to lead the team?"

    The gear was just right next to the cabin.

    The preparations werepleted within half a minute, some yers had already left, and a small number of yers had assembled individually.

    In the shortest time, the number of the yers was counted. There were exactly 20 people who were organized into two teams.

    Spring Water Commander immediately ordered, "Team A follow Battlefield to the front line to distract the enemy and reinforce the NPCs in the unfinished building. Team B follow me to circle around the east wall, targeting the north gate. We need to cut off their escape route!"

    "Those damn NPC monsters have no sense of honor. They actually learned from us to do night raids!"

    "Let¡¯s go tell them now, what is the real tactical interposition!"

    The yers¡¯ fighting spirit was high.

    Especially Darkest. He was so excited that he fired two shots towards the ceiling.

    "<em>Awooo</em>!"

    "Fuck them!"

    ...

    1 kilometer north of Longevity Town.@@novelbin@@

    Hearing the incessant gunshots in front of him, Gray Wolf took out his rusty pocket watch and nced at it, frowning slightly.

    It had been half an hour since they captured the north gate, and it had been a while before his fierce general Wang Tuo set off.

    It stood to reason that this battle should have ended long ago.

    However, for some reason, the sound of gunfire from the front line became more and more intense, and there was no sign of ending after a long time of fighting.

    <em>Did their reinforcements arrive?</em>

    <em>Impossible¡­</em>

    It was at least 10 kilometers from Clearspring City to this ce, and the snow along the road even reached the knees. Even if they had transportation, they would not be much faster than travelling on foot.

    Even if they responded at the first moment of the attack, it was conservatively estimated that it would take them an hour to rush over from the city.

    And that was assuming they had reinforcements.

    <em>People wouldn¡¯t fall from the sky, would they?</em>

    "Why isn¡¯t it over yet?"

    Gray Wolf felt a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, and his intuition on the battlefield told him that the teams that had entered the wall might be in trouble.

    Picking up the binocrs, he nced in the direction of Longevity Town.

    The concrete wall blocked the view, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside the wall.

    However, at this moment, a few figures suddenly appeared in Gray Wolf¡¯s field of vision, and they were panic-stricken as they stumbled out of the north gate.

    Gray Wolf was slightly taken aback.

    When he saw the faces of those people and the equipment on their bodies, his eyes instantly widened, his eyes almost falling out.

    Those deserters were none other than his followers.

    "Boss, the situation on the front line doesn¡¯t seem to be very good..."

    The scout standing by the side swallowed his saliva. He had an ominous premonition for a while now, but he never dared to say it.

    That feeling was only getting stronger.

    "What are these idiots doing?!"

    They had more than a hundred people fighting against a mere forty or so rookies, but they actually ended up losing the fight!

    Gray Wolf couldn¡¯t help cursing, wishing to chop off the heads of the squad leaders and feed them to the dogs.

    The hyena, which was crawling at his feet, suddenly bristled all over his body, and let out a low growl from its bared teeth.

    The irritable Gray Wolf didn¡¯t have time to appease it, so he impatiently said. "Wait, I¡¯ll have something for youter."

    The hyena whimpered, bit his trousers and tried to pull him back. Gray Wolf, who couldn¡¯t hold back his irritation anymore, kicked the beast aside and walked to the front of his other four confidants.

    "Bring your men."

    "By the way, kill those deserters for me."

    "Yes!"

    The squad leaders took the lead, and with the eager marauders, they aggressively rushed the north gate of Longevity Town.

    Gray Wolf took out a re gun from his arms and fired a shot at the sky.

    This re gun was personally handed to him by the brigademander Lion Fang, who ordered him to send a signal immediately after capturing the survivor settlement. He was told that the reinforcements would arrive in batches after he sent the signal.

    Although it was a little early, he felt that it was almost time.

    The flickering phosphorescence flew in the sky, like a beacon illuminating the night sky.

    Gray Wolf squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Longevity Town. The deserters had been shot dead, and more than 40 people had approached the north gate of the town and were about to enter.

    However, at this moment, two lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, from the east side of Longevity Town, getting closer and closer.

    The first to discover the abnormality, the scout beside him eximed, "Boss! It¡¯s a truck!"

    Gray Wolf was startled. He quickly raised the binocrs, looked in the direction of the two lights, and saw a truck speeding on the snow.

    <em>Wait¡­</em>

    <em>It¡¯s speeding?!</em>

    <em>What¡¯s with that speed?!</em>

    It wasn¡¯t until the truck continued to drive forward for a while that Gray Wolf finally saw it clearly. He discovered that under the chassis of the truck, there were no tires at all, but two ck tracks¡­

    Those tracks even seemed to be made of rubber.

    Gray Wolf¡¯s expression changed instantly.

    Especially when he saw what was on the back of the truck, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

    Four thick and long cannon barrels were connected in series, pointing directly at the north gate of Longevity Town, aiming at his marauders who were on the wall, and the more than forty soldiers who had just reached the gate.

    The truck came to a stop on a gentle slope.

    The quadruple cannons that were originally slightly raised on the rearpartment were lowered.

    In next second¡­

    The thick and long mes emerged without warning.

    The loud cannon st resounded throughout the snowfield, and orange-yellow trail lights were like spears piercing the night. In just a few breaths, dozens of high-explosive bombs poured into the snow in front of the north gate!

    There was no time to escape, and there was nowhere to hide.

    More than 40 marauders that had just reached the north gate were like mosquitoes that had been pped to death on the wall. In an instant, they were either blown up or directly sted into pieces before they could even let out a scream. All of them copsed instantly like wheat being cut in the field.

    "No!" Their eyes turned bloodshot as Gray Wolf let out a desperate roar from his hoarse throat, as if blood was dripping in his heart.

    Those people were his confidants!

    It was the force he had umted over the past few months with painstaking efforts!

    And now¡­

    Everything burst like a bubble.

    The marauders who upied the wall in the distance were frightened by the sudden explosion and jumped off the wall in a panic.

    The battle took a turn for the worse.

    The sudden and rapid gunshots seemed to be thest madness.

    The center of gravity of the battlefield was pushed back to the north gate again, and more and more deserters appeared, fleeing from the north gate as if terrified.

    It was a shame that was just the beginning of their nightmare.

    This fortress, standing alone in the wastnd, was surrounded by white snow that could evenpletely bury the trenches.

    The quadruple cannons mounted on the truck had apparently been reloaded.

    What was waiting for them was a ughter!

    Looking at the tragic battle in the distance, Gray Wolf felt like a piece of ice had been stuffed in his throat. The chill and powerlessness that went deep into his bones reminded him of the purgatory he had seen in the north.

    The scout standing beside him was trembling all over.

    "Boss, boss¡­ are we... going to continue fighting?"

    <em>Continue?</em>

    <em>Continue with what?</em>

    There was a bitter expression on Gray Wolf¡¯s face, and he looked to the northwest. He stared at the Elm District, about 9 kilometers away.

    That might be his only way to survive.

    No vehicles were able to pass through the dense forest. As long as he passed through the forest, he had the opportunity to return to Remote Creek Town in the north and join the main force...

    <em>But then what?</em>

    Looking at the signal re slowly falling from the sky, Gray Wolf looked at the scout beside him.

    "You go northwest and go back through the woods."

    The scout was stunned. "But, what about you?"

    Gray Wolf nced south. "I¡¯ll try to dy them as much as possible for you."

 Chapter 225.1: Why Did You Surrender So Quickly?

    "Hahaha! Awesome! Your auto-cannons are too powerful. No, wait a second, they¡¯re too unbnced!"

    "Is it reasonable not to nerf them?"

    Sitting on the gun emcement on the back of the pickup truck, Mosquito who had pulled the trigger repeatedly, screamed with excitement.

    When 40 rounds of high-explosive bombs struck the targets and exploded one by one, that scene was much more exciting than setting off fireworks.

    It must be praised that the explosion effects and damage effects of this game were simply too realistic!

    It was not like <em>Battlefield V</em>, in which the power of the anti-aircraft cannon with the size of a fist was so ridiculously small that it was like a water gun when it hit someone, and it couldn¡¯t inflict any significant damage on ground soldiers.

    "God damn it! Can you save some ammo?!" Brother Athlete¡¯s Foot, sitting in the truck, looked at the rearview mirror and cursed.

    In just a few moments, that Mosquito bullshit bastard actually wiped out half of their inventory.

    Was it really necessary to fire that many rounds?The forty marauders were running away in groups in the snow, and there was nowhere to hide. Each shell could easily take out arge number of them, so couldn¡¯t he fire one shot at a time?!

    "Why save them? Aren¡¯t these ammunitions already paid for? Besides, how are you going to get the new order if you don¡¯t finish them? I¡¯m trying to help you!" Mosquito grinned and looked at Brother Bathroom next to him, and continued to speak with ecstasy. "Brother, help me reload!"

    "Let¡¯s me fire it again!"

    The previous wave of bombardment had destroyed four teams at least.

    Even if someone were able to survive the bombardment, they would definitely be crippled!

    There was no doubt that today¡¯s MVP of the game had to be him!

    Mosquito was having so much fun, but Brother Bathroom, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, wasn¡¯t.

    Seeing that this guy still wanted him to reload, he instantly snapped. "Fuck off! Get your ass off the truck! It¡¯s my turn now!"

    <em>This bastard told me that he was just going to try it and fire two shots. How is this ¡®two shots¡¯?!</em>

    "Chill, chill. For the sake of how urately I hit the target, can you please let me fire another round?!"

    "No, no fucking way I will let you fire another round! I only brought a total of 80 high-explosive rounds, and you¡¯ve already fired half of them in the first round!"

    Mosquito and Bathroom Goer were still arguing noisily on the pickup truck.

    Eye Owe Money, who had jumped out of the truck earlier, was holding onto the door, vomiting.

    Recing the tires with continuous track would indeed make the pickup truck fast. But it was so bumpy on the road that it made him throw up all the food he ate the day before.

    Taking the LD-47J light machine gun from the truck, Construction Boy inserted the thick drum and nced at Eye Owe Money who was still vomiting. "Are you alright, brother?"

    "I¡¯m¡­ I¡¯m alright! Just give me a second, I just ate a little too much just now, <em>BLERUGH</em>f!" Eye Owe Money held onto the track door again after he removed his hand from the truck¡¯s door in less than a second.

    Seeing how useless this guy was, Sideline cking shook his head and loaded his assault rifle. "We can¡¯t count on him anymore, let¡¯s go."@@novelbin@@

    Eye Owe Money yelled as vomit poured out from his mouth, "Damn! bro! Do you have to be so cruel? What about brotherhood?"

    Sideline cking simply ignored him.

    "Brothers let¡¯s go! Our target is the North Gate! Let¡¯s capture the point as soon as possible and attack the marauders with the brothers on the front line! Don¡¯t let anti-aircraft guns get all the goodies!"

    Before Sideline cking could finish speaking, Construction Boy of the strength type had already rushed forward with his gun. "Go, go, go!"

    ...

    On the other side, Wang Tuo took ten marauder elites and had already circled to the south gate of Longevity Town.

    ording to Gray Wolf¡¯s orders, he would ambush the defenders fleeing from the South Gate and catch them all.

    However, what made him down was that he had waited for a long time after arriving at the south gate, but no one had slipped out.

    Just when Wang Tuo was thinking about whether the survivors in the town had been wiped out by the brothers who had broken through the defense, he saw a signal re rise into the sky.

    <em>re? </em>He was stunned.

    "Boss, it¡¯s the signal re!" A marauder next to him said immediately when he saw it.

    "I¡¯m not blind!" Wang Tuo cursed and looked up at the fiery red cloud in the sky, his eyes filled with confusion.

    He knew what that re meant.

    Gray Wolf had told him before he set off that the brigademander had personally handed a re gun to him, and asked him to call for reinforcements after the fort was captured.

    But clearly, the fight was not over yet.

    The sound of gunfire resounding like firecrackers not only did not weaken but became more and more intense.

    Just when he was still confused, a truck drove across the snowfield to the front line at an incredible speed from a kilometer away from them.

    Before everyone could react to what happened, they heard the terrifying sts of cannonsing from the front.

    <em>Yes.</em>

    <em>It was the sound of cannons.</em>

    Wang Tuo was sure that he would not have heard it wrong. He used to be a mercenary in the north with Gray Wolf, and he knew all too well what this sound meant.

    The thunder-like explosions made his heart skip a beat.

    Before he even had time to think about how the survivors were able to drive the trucks as fast as the nes in the snow, two headlights lit up in the direction of the southern highway and they were approaching fast.

    Soon, he saw a light truck driving straight towards them.

    <em>Reinforcement?!</em>

    Wang Tuo, who was lying in ambush on the side of the road, was startled, and immediately looked at the guy with the bazooka beside him. "Take out their truck!" He couldn¡¯t allow it to enter the stronghold!

    "Yes!" After receiving the order, the marauder next to him immediately took off the Armour Fist Bazooka on his back calmly, andy prone beside the snowdrifts on the roadside, ready to fire when the truck got close enough.

    However, just when he raised the bazooka in his hand, the machine gun on the top of the truck fired directly at him as if the machine gunner knew in advance he was there.

    <em>Da da da!</em>

    The orange-yellow ballistics wove a glowing in the air.

    In the blink of an eye, blood mist burst out from the body of the marauder carrying the bazooka, and he was killed before he even had time to react.

    The other marauders, who were lying prone in the snow, were stunned by the scene.

    Especially Wang Tuo. He didn¡¯t even know how his ambush was exposed.

    <em>Drone?</em>

    <em>Or are we facing an ability user?</em>

    Whatever it was, the other party had clearly discovered them. The truck stopped steadily in the middle of the road, three hundred meters away, and the front of the car with the lights on was facing them.

    <em>If we don¡¯t do something, we will all die here!</em>

    "Spread out now!" Wang Tuo roared loudly, picked up the bazooka that fell on the ground, and rushed towards the slope first.

    "Go around to the other side of the slope!" Almost as soon as his words fell, a deadly rain of bullets swept over, taking out two marauders who could not dodge in time.

    The on-board machine gun kept shooting at the slope, setting off a string of snowkes on the ground.

    No longer caring about the life of his subordinates, Wang Tuo, who was carrying the bazooka, gritted his teeth and ran to the other side of the slope.

    The distance of 300 meters was beyond the range of Armour Fist Bazooka. He had to get close to 150 meters, or even 100 meters to ensure that the heavy warhead could effectively hit the target.

    However, the next moment, the machine gun suddenly ceased fire.

    <em>Are they reloading? </em>Wang Tuo was slightly surprised in his heart, but he didn¡¯t think much about it, and seized the opportunity to rush forward.

    However, at this moment, the expression on his face instantly froze.

    He saw that in front of him, a exoframe wearing monster holding a warhammer staring at him silently.

    It didn¡¯t really matter what the man wearing the exoframe was holding.

    Wang Tuo made his choice in a second.

    Throwing away the bazooka in his hand, he knelt on the snow with his hands above his head, and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Surrender¡­ I surrender!"

    Chu Guang, who was about to make a move, was stunned for a moment, and the lines he had just brewed in his mind were forced back.

    <em>Oh, man.</em>

    <em>I was already prepared for a fight.</em>

    <em>Why did he surrender so quickly?!</em>

    ...

 Chapter 225.2: Why Did You Surrender So Quickly?

    "I surrender!" Facing the dazzling headlights, Gray Wolf with his hands raised took the initiative to walk towards the north gate of Longevity Town.

    The battle around here had ended. From the dense bullet marks on the wall, it could be seen how intense the battle was dozens of minutes ago.

    Looking at the broken limbs on the ground, and the blood-soaked snowdrifts, Gray Wolf felt a biting cold deep in his bones.

    The guards walking towards him looked at him coldly.

    Gray Wolf could feel that they wanted to pick up the gun on the ground and shoot him right there and then.

    Gray Wolf couldn¡¯t help but feel fortunate. It seemed that he had made the right bet. The restraint of civilized people made these people reluctant to take action on captives, just like those in the Great Rift Valley.

    If it were elsewhere, even if he raised his hands, he would probably end up being hung at the gate of the city.

    With such a tragic failure, coupled with the signal re that was fired in advance, he would definitely die if he went back. And if he couldn¡¯t go back, where else could he go? He wouldn¡¯t be able to run too far in the knee-deep snow.

    Surrendering was the only way to survive.At least he would not be thrown into a frying pan, or frozen to death.

    "I surrender." Worrying that these people would shoot, Gray Wolf with his hands raised repeated it, looking at the man who seemed to be the officer of these people, and continued. "Remote Creek Town has a brigade stationed, and I¡¯m just an insignificant mercenary, a cannon fodder sent here to test the water. You¡¯ve won the battle. It¡¯s pointless to kill me, and my death doesn¡¯t mean much to Lion Fang. But if you give me a way out, I might be able to help you win theing battle."

    Wrench stepped forward while wearing his exoskeleton.

    Only half of the polymer bulletproof te on his chest remained, and there were still two crushed bullets embedded in the half of the bulletproof te.

    Wrench stared at him for a while, looked away from his face, and looked at the boy with blood on his face. "Take him to see the administrator."

    The young man looked at Gray Wolf with hatred on his face. Although he wanted to smash him into tens of thousands of pieces, he still nodded inpliance with the order. "Yes."

    Gray Wolf walked obediently with his hands up and didn¡¯t make any suspicious moves.

    He knew that the man behind was waiting for a chance to shoot, and he didn¡¯t want to give him a chance.

    After passing through Longevity Town to the South Gate, he saw two trucks surrounded by a group of heavily armed men parked inside. And crouching on the ground were the ambush he had sent to intercept the defenders.

    Judging from the rxed expressions on the faces of the heavily armed survivors, they should not have encountered too strong resistance, and maybe even when they arrived here, the battle was already over. Some people even had the expression of¡­

    <em>Huh? Why do some of them look disappointed?</em>

    What made Gray Wolf quite embarrassed was that, among the prisoners squatting on the ground, he happened to see his confidant Wang Tuo.

    Wang Tuo, who was squatting with his hands on his head, also saw him.

    Their gazes met each other.

    Both of them were a little embarrassed and looked away unconsciously.

    The next second, a man wearing a dark blue exoframe started walking towards them.

    After seeing the exoframe, Gray Wolf finally understood why Wang Tuo was not injured.

    <em>Fucking hell!</em>

    <em>They even have exoframes.</em>

    <em>I¡¯d surrender without putting up a fight too.</em>

    No matter how strong an ability user was, it was still a mortal body, and the only real monster that couldpete with exoframe was a Deathw or a Queen Cracklew Crab.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t talk nonsense with this man, looked at his face and asked, "Name."

    Gray Wolf bowed his head respectfully. "Gray Wolf, sir."

    "Company Leader? Or are you a staff officer?"

    "A Company Leader, sir."@@novelbin@@

    Before Chu Guang could open his mouth to ask again, Gray Wolf said respectfully. "The honorable ruler of Clearspring City¡­ Administrator, the bravery of you and your subordinates haspletely overwhelmed us. I know that I am not your opponent, so please give me a chance to forsake darkness ande to the light."

    <em>Forsake darkness ande to the light? Where did he learn to talk like this?</em>

    Chu Guang stared at him for a while, thought this guy was quite interesting, and couldn¡¯t help chuckling, "I don¡¯t mind captives. If you bought your men here to surrender to me from the beginning, I might even find you a chair to sit on. But don¡¯t you think it¡¯s a bit toote to say this now?"

    Gray Wolf lowered his head and said. "Sir, I¡¯m just a mercenary. To the people of the Bonechewer n, I¡¯m just an outsider who can fight, even if I admire your¡­"

    "It¡¯s already early morning, it¡¯s not the time to tell jokes, don¡¯t waste my time," Chu Guang interrupted him impatiently, staring at him and said, "You have two paths now, go there and squat with the rest of your men, or say something that I find useful."

    <em>And then be transferred to squat in another ce.</em>

    But Chu Guang didn¡¯t say thetter part out.

    Working in a brick kiln was slightly morefortable than clearing the road on a snowy day regardless,

    Gray Wolf didn¡¯t dare to hesitate, let alone put forward any conditions, and quickly exined everything he knew.

    As Vanus spected, the marauder brigade stationed at Remote Creek Town 20 kilometers away was not the same group of marauders who attacked Winter Willow Camp and Battery Factory before, but was led by a brigademander named Lion Fang.

    Since the brigade led by Lion Fangcked sufficient vehicles, the march was slow, and the pace of the southward raids fell behind ck Snake.

    It wasn¡¯t until the first blizzard in the southern River Valley Province that they reached Remote Creek Town, and had to stop south and camp there to avoid the blizzard.

    "... ck Snake has a lot of vehicles, maybe even an Army¡¯s tank, so they marched much faster than us, and arrived at the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City half a month earlier than the schedule."

    "It was originally agreed that after passing through Heavenly Water City, they should follow the in corridor in the southern part of River Valley Province to the east, go to the Red River Town area to loot, and expand their territory eastward. But they did not follow the agreement, but continued to go south and stretched their ws to the northern suburbs of Clearpsring City... That was originally the territory that the leader gave to Lion Fang."

    "Their behavior annoyed Lion Fang, especially since they refused the invitation to hunt together after the rendezvous and nned to act alone."

    "So you attacked early?" Chu Guang looked at him and asked.

    Gray Wolf nodded. "Lion Fang intends to build a bridgehead on the northern outskirts of Clearspring City before the snow stopped so that therge army can pass through the snow. And I am the vanguard sent by Lion Fang, but now it seems... I should be regarded as cannon fodder."

    Chu Guang chuckled, "So you are saying that you are forced to attack us?"

    Gray Wolf said with a wry smile. "Sir, before I joined them, I was just a mercenary who exchanged my life for money. Including many of my subordinates, we are just outsiders to them. Our lives are of no importance to them, and being treated as cannon fodder is not a strange thing."

    Chu Guang chuckled and didn¡¯t take his words to heart.

    The reason why Gray Wolf was there didn¡¯t matter to him at all.

    He didn¡¯t care whether he volunteered toe to Clearspring City, or he was sent here as cannon fodder to die.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t bother to verify the truth of such trivial matters.

    There were more issues worthy of his attention.

    For example¡­

    "You said ck Snake might have a tank? What¡¯s the tank like? How thick is the armor? What caliber is the cannon and what is the tonnage? And¡­ What¡¯s the power source?"

    Hearing this series of questions, Gray Wolf said immediately with a nk expression on his face. "I haven¡¯t seen it personally... it¡¯s just that Lion Fang oftenins that the leader actually gave that guy a tank, and he didn¡¯t even get an armored vehicle."

    After a pause, Gray Wolf continued speaking with a serious look on his face. "Sir, you must be careful, that Lion Fang is a very cunning guy. Although he has the word lion in his name, he is more like a hyena. Besides, the Fang n he belongs to is also under the directmand of the Bonechewer tribe. And West Continent City, just north of you, is the home base of Fang n!¡±

    After listening to the words of Gray Wolf, Chu Guang had a preliminary understanding of the strategic deployment of the Bonechewer tribe in the southern River Valley Province.

    In fact, there was no such thing as deployment.

    These marauders who made a living from looting were like savages. They would go raid anywhere that was worthy of looting. They just happen to hold some powerful weapon of civilization in their hands.

    After some thought, Chu Guang continued. "I now give you a chance to save yourself. Write down what the brigade at Remote Creek Town has, the number of people, the number of supplies, the route of the patrol, and the defenses including trenches, foxholes, and machine gun fire points, as long as you know it, mark it on the map."

    Gray Wolf nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

    After the man was taken away, Chu Guang continued to interrogate several prisoners separately, and the information obtained from them was not much different from what Gray Wolf provided him.

    After summarizing the information gathered, Chu Guang summoned Vanus to the temporarymand post in Longevity Town and threw the notebook to him. "You were right. Now we are facing two brigades, and that¡¯s probably 2,000 or 3,000 peoplebined. But the good news is, they aren¡¯t united.

    ¡°Lion Fang stationed in the north has about 1,500 people under hismand, and it is suspected that they have more reinforcements further north. ck Snake to the northeast of us doesn¡¯t have that many people, roughly about 1,000 men, and they suffered heavy losses in the fight with us before. But the trouble is, there are so many vehicles on ck Snake side, maybe twenty or thirty trucks, and he may even have a tank from the Army."

    Vanus asked immediately. "Which type of tank is it?"

    Chu Guang replied. "I don¡¯t know."

    Vanus shook his head. "There are three main types of tanks carried by the expeditionary force. One is the Conqueror No.5 light tank used to deal with infantry, another one is the Conqueror No.10 heavy tank that used to cooperate with infantry advancement and undertake anti-armor missions, andst one other is for support purposes, using the chassis of the Conqueror No.10, and recing the main gun with a 100mm howitzer."

    Chu Guang asked. "If it is thetter two, can it be prated with a 20mm cannon?"

    Vanus was silent for a while. "You should be able to break the track, but I¡¯m not very sure."

    "..."

    "Actually, tanks are not difficult to deal with, especially if there is only one. I don¡¯t think you should be worrying about tanks now, but..." After a moment¡¯s pause, Vanus looked at the map on the wall. "The enemy to the north of you is probably not a vanguard sent to build some kind of bridgehead in the northern suburbs."

    Chu Guang frowned. "You mean that Gray Wolf is lying?"

    Vanus shook his head. "It¡¯s not necessarily a lie, or it may be that he doesn¡¯t know that much. After all, if I were themander, I certainly wouldn¡¯t tell him all my ns."

    Moving his gaze from Remote Creek Town all the way to the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City on the map, Vanus thought and continued. "If I were themander, I knew that my opponent was difficult to deal with, my friendly forces refused to cooperate with me, and this battle would probably cost a lot of casualties, I will have two options to take. The first is to notify my superior, and the other is to force the other side to attack me first.¡±

 Chapter 226.1: Funeral

    After the battle was over, Chu Guang asked people to count the casualties.

    Of the 37 guards stationed in Longevity Town, 25 were killed, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest suffered minor injuries.

    There were a total of 221 yers participating in the battle, but only half of them actually met the enemy, and the battle was almost over when the reinforcements from the outpost arrived.

    Except for the 4 people who died in the melee and 2 people who were seriously injured, the rest were all minor injuries, even if the motion sickness was counted, there were still less than 10 yers who suffered injuries.

    Since there was no irreversible damage, the injured yer could just lie down in the culture chamber of the shelter for a while, which was not a big problem.

    On the marauder¡¯s side, although the offense was fierce at first, as the yers joined the battlefield, they were quickly overwhelmed by the yers¡¯ attack.

    Outl of 107 people killed, 40 of them were killed by Mosquito. When Sideline cking led people to search for the ones that were still alive, only one man gasping for hisst breath left. Brother Sideline couldn¡¯t bear to watch it because the picture was too hideous, so he ended the man suffering.

    In addition, out of the 40 people remaining, half of them were seriously injured, and more than 40% were slightly injured.

    The ughter of those who gave up their resistance was not an act of righteousness, so Wrench did not execute these captives, but that did not mean forgiveness.That would be too easy of an out for them!

    They should usebor to repent in the ice and snow, and reim the wastnd north of Linghu Lake until they pay for their sins or die.

    Because the cells were not enough, everyone was stuffed into a warehouse. It was so cramped that there wasn¡¯t even a ce to lie down.

    Without medicines or even bandages, some seriously injured prisoners soon lost their breath, and even if others were still alive, it would be difficult to make it through the night.

    ...

    Meanwhile, in the guard station where the wounded were staying¡­

    The boy with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on a stretcher. He looked extremely weak.

    He was shot at least twice in the stomach and had a piece of shrapnel embedded in his shoulder.

    With such a serious injury, in the wastnd with backward medical conditions, a death certificate could basically be issued.

    However, he didn¡¯t feel too sad. When he picked up the gun, he had already thought that he would die, but he didn¡¯t expect the day toe so quickly.

    If there was any regret, it was probably that he hadn¡¯t drank the hot soup prepared for the New Year celebration.

    <em>I really want to know what it tastes like...</em>

    Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

    "Lu Bei!"

    Opening his eyes a little with difficulty, Lu Bei saw a boy with a bandage on his arm running towards him.

    "... Xu Shun?"

    "Lu Bei! Great, you¡¯re still alive!"

    Smiling weakly, Lu Bei was about to say something when he saw Xu Shun hurriedly take out a syringe, and then use it on his arm.

    There was no tingling sensation.

    Lu Bei even wondered if there was a needle attached to it.

    Looking at his friend who seemed to be relieved, he hesitated a little and asked, "This is?"

    "A healing syringe! It was given to us by the administrator, and it is said it can heal any kind of injury as long as the person is not dead!" Xu Shun smiled and continued speaking with relief. "Fortunately, I was able to make it in time! I almost thought it was toote!"

    <em>A healing syringe? </em>Lu Bei was taken aback.

    <em>Will this thing really work?</em>

    Just when he was thinking about it, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders became very itchy like there were 10,000 ants crawling over them, so much so that he couldn¡¯t help wanting to scratch them.

    The feeling of pain began to return.

    It was a good sign.

    Lu Bei gradually felt his cold body starting to warm up, and his originally blurry consciousness gradually became clear.

    His eyes widened and filled with disbelief.

    <em>It really worked?! This is amazing!</em>

    Seeing Lu Bei recovering gradually, Xu Shun stretched out his hand to check his arm and said excitedly, "Brother, do you feel better now?"

    Lu Bei nodded. "Much better¡­ But the shrapnel from my shoulder has not been removed."

    Xu Shun said. "You are too weak to have surgery now, so you will probably have to wait for some time to recover before taking the shrapnel out."

    After saying this, he sighed, ¡°It¡¯s a pity that the soup is mushy now, but it should still taste good after it¡¯s heated up. Do you think you can eat anything now? If you can, I¡¯ll go get you a bowl."

    As soon as Lu Bei heard that he had something to eat, he instantly became energetic and reached out to hold the board beside him. "Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go together."

    "Go together?" Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that his good friend, who was extremely weak a few minutes ago, actually sat up from the bed.

    Touching his belly, Lu Bei said with a smile, "I don¡¯t know what happened, but I feel a lot better¡­ See, I don¡¯t have a problem walking by myself at all."

    Saying that, he jumped off the bed nimbly, urging his friend. "Let¡¯s go quickly, lest the food gets cold again!"

    It wasn¡¯t just Lu Bei who recovered. The other three seriously injured guards also recovered with the help of the treatment.

    However, although the healing syringe could speed up the recovery, it couldn¡¯t regenerate a severed limb, nor could it restore the burned skin to the same as before.

    Lu Bei was probably the luckiest. Those two bullets missed the vital parts of his body.

    If it was a little off, he might have to spend the rest of his life in regret.

    "Have all the syringes been distributed?" Standing at the gate of the guard station, Chu Guang found Wrench who was responsible for dealing with the aftermath.

    This guy was also a brave man. The polymer bulletproof te hanging in front of the Type 5 exoskeleton had beenpletely shattered. He was shot in the left arm and right leg, but he still tenaciously fought to the end with the help of the exoskeleton.

    Different from yers, his sense of pain wasn¡¯t weakened, and there was no second life for him either.

    With his bravery, he deserved at least a silver medal!

    "It¡¯s been distributed..." Noticing the administrator¡¯s gaze on his chest, Wrench looked down, his expression instantly a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I broke the equipment you gave me."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Raise your head, you¡¯ve done a good job. If the equipment is broken, it can be repaired. If it can¡¯t be repaired, it can be reced with a new one, but you only have one life. I hope you can treasure it well. It is way more important than any equipment you may have.¡±

    Four healing syringes, two boxes of anti-inmmatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages¡­@@novelbin@@

    Chu Guang used to dislike the useless intermediate loot box, but this time, it came in handy.

    However, the wave of consumption almost emptied his drug reserves.

    <em>A big battle ising. And I umted 120 points. I should go back and use them all on the intermediate loot box this time.</em>

    Wrench looked extremely moved at Chu Guang¡¯s reprimand.

    He, who had checked the price in the weapon store before, knew how expensive the exoskeleton was.

    Raising his head, he said in a sonorous voice, "Yes, sir!"

    Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly. "I¡¯ll have someone make you a steel breastteter. Now, take me to see the wounded."

    "Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly and led the way.

 Chapter 226.2: Funeral

    Just as the two were walking towards the guard station, a young man slipped out of the station.

    The north wind was blowing outside. Lu Bei tightened his coat, which was torn with holes, and walked towards the north.

    A battle had broken out here before, the ground was full of trampled snow and muddy water mixed with blood, and the shocking footprints were everywhere on the ground, not yetpletely frozen.

    Several guards who came to back them up stood nearby on duty, supervising several prisoners of war to drag the dead bodies and line them up on the clearing.

    The dead bodies were easily recognizable, the guards were all wearing ck coats, and the marauders were mostly dressed in ugly fur.

    The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or something.

    And the marauders¡¯ bodies were ced on the ground with their faces up. Later, a truck woulde here to tow them away.

    The bodies would attract scavenging mutants, and even more likely to bring gue, so they had to be disposed of in time.

    Noticing the boy in the coat, a guard walked over and urged him to leave. "Hey! What are you doing here? Go back before your wound is worsened by the cold weather."Lu Bei responded in a low voice. "Just one moment, I need to find someone."

    Looking at the expression on his face, the guard was dazed.

    After a moment of silence, he nodded. "Then hurry up."

    "Thanks!" After nodding in gratefully, Lu Bei immediately trotted over. After searching for a while in the pile of dead people, he finally found the person he was looking for.

    Breathing paused slightly, he lifted the sackcloth with his shaking fingers.

    ncing at the frosted wrinkles and eyebrows, Lu Bei¡¯s Adam¡¯s Apple bobbed slightly, and this time he finally believed what hisrades said to him.

    After being silent for a long time, Lu Bei silently took out a still warm lunch box from his arms and ced it next to the old man¡¯s face.

    "... Captain told me that it takes more courage than facing a Deathw. He also said that thanks to you, we responded in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

    "He said that our enemies are much stronger than the Bloodhand n, and defeating them is something to be proud of. We not only defeated our enemies, but we also defeated our past.

    "Captain also said a lot of things, but I can¡¯t remember them. I just remember that the soup was delicious, especially when I just scooped it out of the pot, my whole body was warmed up after I took a sip...

    "... I¡¯ll leave it here." When Lu Bei was about to get up, he suddenly saw the whistle between the cracked lips.

    After a while of silence, Lu Bei reached out and gently tugged at the whistle that was bitten by the man¡¯s teeth, taking it out of his mouth.

    He found an undamaged pocket on the tattered coat and carefully put it in. "Thank you. I¡¯ll keep it for you."

    After whispering something, the boy covered the body with a cloth, got up, gave a military salute, and walked away in the direction of the guard station...

    ...

    On the official website of Wastnd Online.

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>The emergency mission is over, thank you all for foiling the marauder¡¯s raid and sessfully defeating them!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>All yers who responded to the mobilization will receive a bronze gear medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a silver gear medal.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[The campaign rewards will be settledter. I wish everyone a happy holiday.]</strong>

    For the native people in the wastnd, the price of any victory was heavy.

    But for yers who didn¡¯t belong to the world, it was just a game.

    After taking off their helmets, they still had to eat dumplings they hadn¡¯t finished, or reheat their cold takeout, or there may be unfinished work for them to be der.

    Chu Guang pondered for a long time, but eventually did not write down his feeling of heaviness in the announcement.

    <em>Today is New Year¡¯s Day.</em>

    <em>And there will be a funeral at dawn.</em>

    <em>The battle report can wait until tomorrow.</em>

    Things other than the main storyline could be written in the settings on the official website, or ced in the game as easter eggs for yers to discover by themselves.

    The yers had already done a great job and they shouldn¡¯t be made to think about philosophical questions by him.

    Back on the official forum, things were blowing up.

    Tomato Eggs: Brothers, how is the situation on the front line? Is the war campaign over?

    Old White: We didn¡¯t make it in time, by the time we rushed over, the battle was already over.

    Tail: I¡¯m the first to join the fight! This time I must be the MVP! (£à?¡ä)¦·

    Mosquito: You wish. The MVP must be me, I wiped out four teams of marauders alone! (Smiling)

    Tail: !!!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: WTF?!

    Night Ten: WTF! Are you cheating?!

    Lightning Professor: I have a question, how many people are in the four teams?

    Gale: Marauders usually have ten men in a team...

    Lightning Professor: Damn!

    Quit Smoking: Holy cow, so strong?!

    Irene: Yes, Goblin Technology is on the rise. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Bathroom Goer: Strong my butt! The cannon is ours! (Flipping the table)

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao, that¡¯s all? It¡¯s not even onepany in total. In my uncle¡¯s group, even the weakest cook has a hundred or so kill count confirmed. Only forty, that is not even qualified as a rookie.

    Irene: Brother, although we are in a dark forum, we shouldn¡¯t talk nonsense. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: I¡¯m curious, is your uncle Hajrudin? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    ...

    The funeral for the fallen guards was held early the next morning.

    All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then loaded the bodies of the dead into trucks.

    In the wastnd, burying bodies in the soil was equivalent to giving food to the mutants. Many mutants had the habit of digging holes in the soil.

    If given the choice, almost no one would choose to be buried.

    The wish of the vast majority of the guards was to go to the iron furnace like the blue coats who had helped them.@@novelbin@@

    There were also people who wished to be cremated, to have their ashes scattered inkes, on tall buildings, or in ces where they had fought and defended.

    No one knew theirst wishes better than theirrades, and those who survived would deal with those things for them.

    Chu Guang stayed until the end at the funeral.

    Before leaving, he suddenly noticed that several yers were watching from a distance, and they stayed like him until the end.

    Quit Bullshit couldn¡¯t help but ask, "By the way... When the NPC in this game dies, they won¡¯t respawn, right?"

    Makka Pakka frowned. "Should be, I remember the dead NPCs in the settings on the official site seem to nevere back after they die, but someone else will take their ce."

    Quit Bullshit sighed.

    Makka Pakka nced at him. "What¡¯s wrong brother? Why so emotional early in the morning?"

    Quit Bullshit raised an eyebrow slowly. "It¡¯s nothing... I just counted around and found that there was one person missing."

    Makka Pakka was surprised. "Huh? You can remember their faces?"

    He couldn¡¯t remember anyone¡¯s face. There were very few faces that he could remember in reality, let alone games with filters.

    The only ones he could remember were Xiaoyu and Xia Yan, and Luca at most.

    Oh yes, and the honorable administrator.

    But the administrator didn¡¯t always show his face, so remembering his face was pointless, it was much easier to remember his dark blue exoframe.

    Quit Bullshit said with a sigh, "No, I only remember a few. For example, the old man who would go to theke to watch us fishing on weekends every week. Just by observing his behavior, I knew that he also liked to fish, so I gave him a fishing rod at that time, and taught him to catch leeches with a bottle..."

    Makka Pakka was stunned. "Dang¡­ Is there a hidden mission?"

    "No." Quit Bullshit shook his head and sighed the third time. "Although it¡¯s meaningless, it¡¯s also quite interesting. But whenever I think that this fellow won¡¯t be able to join us again, it feels a bit sad..."

 Chapter 227.1: GIVING MONEY MAKES ME HAPPY

    North of Longevity Town, an abandoned town.

    There was light snow in the whistling north wind, and the branches on the roadside swayed gently.

    The truck with quadruple anti-aircraft cannons on the back was hidden on the edge of the woods, and the cannons were lined up, aiming at a snowfield to the north.

    Beside the truck, Gray Wolf was holding the binocrs and looking in the north direction, his face couldn¡¯t help but look a little anxious, and his mouth kept murmuring softly.

    "It¡¯s impossible..." It stands to reason that after he fired the re, a 100-person group would set off from Remote Creek Town and immediately head to Longevity Town to help him consolidate the fortress¡¯ defense, and subsequent troops and supplies would also be transferred to the Longevity Town one after another, incorporating the entire northern suburbs into the territory of the Bonechewer n.

    It was already noon, but no one came!

    Not to mention the 100 person group, he didn¡¯t even see a shadow of a person from the north.

    There was a sh of anger in Gray Wolf¡¯s eyes, and he felt that he had been deceived.

    It seemed like Lion Fang, who handed the re gun to him, had no intention of sending reinforcements at all. They even used himself and his subordinates as cannon fodder from the moment he set off.<em>But why? </em>

    Gray Wolf wondered why Lion Fang did this.

    If that man had some information that made him think that it was impossible for him to capture this ce, then why should he agree to let him take the risk and head over?

    Even if he was an outsider, his men were still part of his fighting force. Moreover, he didn¡¯t think that his men were weak. So no matter how much he racked his brains, he still couldn¡¯t figure out why Lion Fang would give up on him.

    Liu Ding, who was standing next to him, had no surprise on his face.

    Before the departure, the administrator had exined to him that probably nothing would happen, and the marauders of Remote Creek Town might not even n to bring reinforcements because of some other factors.

    With an assault rifle hanging on his chest, Liu Ding, who was standing beside him, nced at the time of the VM on his arm and said with a nk expression, "It seems that your reinforcement will note."

    Gray Wolf gulped softly. "Maybe they are stuck in the heavy snow..."

    Liu Ding ignored him, knocked on the door of the truck with his fist, and signaled the yer sitting in the driver¡¯s seat. "The mission is over. Let¡¯s go back."

    Athlete Foot sitting on the truck yawned, started the engine of the light truck, and shouted to the people on the back of the truck. "Hey, wake up, it¡¯s over now, so stop dozing off."

    Bathroom Goer, who was about to fall asleep, shook his head violently to wake himself up and climbed back into the truck, looking at the half box of ammunition and muttering. "Damn it. I almost fell asleep and got disconnected from the game..."

    This was the first time that he actually felt sleepy when ying a game.

    The developers of Wastnd Online would always put extra effort in weird ces.

    <em>Is it reasonable to restrict the yers from ying the game 24/7?</em>

    <em>Is it reasonable for the characters in the game to feel sleepy?</em>

    Probably no other gamepany in this world would develop an anti-addiction system like that!

    ...

    Chu Guang barely slept the night before, and there was tons of work for him to deal with in the morning.

    There was no new movement in the north for the time being, so the next attack would probablye from the northeast direction, It shoulde from the brigade led by ck Snake.

    In order to prepare for a sneak attack, Chu Guang arranged two patrol routes near the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, using the former sites of the three survivor settlements of Winter Willow Camp, Highway Town, and Battery Factory as patrol nodes to search for possible threats in the northeast of Clearspring City.

    The patrol mission would be jointly undertaken by the guards and Combat Profession yers, not only to execute the patrol mission itself, but also to get familiar with the terrain in the area to prepare for the uing battle.

    It was worth mentioning that Dit Rubber was really useful. It could not only be used to seal a device but could also be made into continuous tracks easily, increasing the speed of light trucks in the snow.

    However, the poor quality of the suspension was a problem, which may cause people sitting in the truck to feel ufortable or even lose the ability to fight. This could be clearly seen from the fact that the ride was so bumpy that it made a yer of intelligence type vomit the night before.

    After returning to the shelter, it was already noon. Chu Guang fell asleep without eating, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was already afternoon. "Sigh, I messed up my rest schedule again."

    Shaking his drowsy head, Chu Guang sat up from the bed and nced down at his sweat-soaked clothes. Then he looked at the sheets and the floor. "... If anyone saw this, it would definitely cause misunderstanding."

    Just when Chu Guang muttered to himself, an energetic voice floated over from the wall on the side. "Hmm, hmm¡­ It¡¯s okay master, Little Seven won¡¯t tell anyone."

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t know where Little Seven downloaded the voice pack from, but it seemed like Little Seven was taking up the style of a cool older sister.

    "Okay, you can shut up now."

    The voice stopped, but a message popped out of the VM on the bedside table.

    <em>QAQ</em>

    "..."

    Closing the dialog box that popped up on the VM, Chu Guang skillfully took off his clothes and threw them into the basket by the door.

    Picking up the towel hanging on the side of the basket, and simply wiping off the metabolites on his body, Chu Guang changed into clean clothes and went to the bathroom on level B3

    After a simple wash, he went to the medicalboratory on the same floor.

    Seeing Chu Guang appearing at the door, Hyrja raised her eyebrows slightly with a hint of surprise in her expression.

    "You¡¯ve <em>leveled up</em> again?"

    Level up was the phrase she learned from Chu Guang.

    Like the word "yer," they were all words that were hard to understand just by listening to the pronunciation.

    "That¡¯s right." Chu Guang said simply and theny on the scanning bed. "Let¡¯s get started."

    "Wait a minute. Let me put the sample away first." Stopping what she was doing, Hyrja skillfully removed the Petri dish from the microscope, carefully ced it back in the sample bank for cryopreservation, and walked over briskly in high spirits.

    Compared to the Deathw¡¯s tissue sections, the gic samples preserved in this shelter were significantly more interesting.

    For her, the shelter was like a treasure house with infinite potential.

    <em>It¡¯s really wonderful to wake up after 20 years!</em>

    Walking to the terminal at the bedside, Hyrja stretched out her index finger and tapped the touchscreen a few times, skillfully operating the device and starting to work.

    The scanning unit started.

    After waiting for a while, the updated property panel quickly appeared in front of Chu Guang.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong>@@novelbin@@

    <strong>[Level: </strong>LV15¡úLV16<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong>14¡ú15<strong>]</strong>

    This time, his intelligence increased.

    Chu Guang closed his eyes and felt it for a while, but maybe because he was smart enough, he didn¡¯t have a very intuitive feeling.

    Hyrja, who was standing next to the terminal, had surprise written all over her face. Nerve cells were non-regenerating cells. It stood to reason that after the human brain matured, it would not add new neurons. At least not under natural conditions.

    However, the changes in Chu Guang had subverted her cognition.

    Without the help of drugs or other auxiliary equipment, the fully developed body actually grew twice in a row! And this was not exercise-based growth. Rather, the way genes were expressed had fundamentally changed.

    In fact, not only Chu Guang alone, but almost all the residents in this shelter had many simr situations in the expression of DNA which puzzled her.

    "Unbelievable... The speed of your growth is simply amazing! I remember I just gave you a medical examination a little over a week ago, right? Last time it was the immune system and metabolic function and bones... But this time it¡¯s neurons? This is really incredible!"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t feel that he had grown much. In fact, he felt that he had neglected his exercise a little recently.

    "Amazing?"

    Hyrja nodded solemnly. "Of course, otherwise I wouldn¡¯t use the word incredible."

    Chu Guang gave her a strange look: "Why do I think you use it very often."

    Hyrja was dazed. "Do I?"

    Without wasting time on irrelevant issues, Chu Guang moved the topic back to the subject of the gic sequence. "So is growing faster a good thing or a bad thing?"

    Hyrja said after thinking for a while. "It¡¯s hard to say. From different standpoints, the definition of good and bad is different."

    Chu Guang frowned. "What do you mean?"

    Hyrja exined, "In short, the growth of an individual helps to improve the survival probability of an individual in the environment, but rtively, overlyplex gene expression is not conducive to inheritance... Can you understand what I said?"

    Actually, that wasn¡¯t a big problem at all.

    It was said that in the distant Prosperity Era, a considerable number of people had abandoned the old social rtions and reproduced the next generation entirely by means of technology.

    Especially with the boom in androidpanions and virtual reality technology, which had directly elerated the process of this social change.

    After all, who would refuse an andriod whose character would never fall apart?

    Especially when this andriod was almost no different from a real person?

    "In a way, but I¡¯m not sure if what I understand is consistent with what you want to express."

    In short, it would be difficult for him to have children.

    Chu Guang, who sat beside the scanning bed, fell into deep thought.

    <em>Hmm, so is this a good thing or a good thing?</em>

    ...

 Chapter 227.2: GIVING MONEY MAKES ME HAPPY

    Waking upte had its advantage. Afternoons were the busiest time in the North Gate Market. So when Chu Guang woke up at this time, almost all kinds of food were ready.

    The bonfire standing at the north gate had been extinguished, but the festive atmosphere was not inferior tost night. It was even more lively than the night before.

    The popr snacks at the celebration the night before were preserved and continued to shine in the market today. The prey collected from the wastnd by the yers, as well as the ingredients that were not used up, greatly enriched the recipes of the local residents.

    Sure enough, filling their bellies was always the primary pursuit of human beings.

    Only after people were full would they have the mind to think about other things and how to improve their lives.

    While strolling around the market, Chu Guang found the Frost Spear Tribe selling a ck and red dye made from shec.

    This was the skill they brought from the survivor settlement in the north. The raw materials were some small bugs that were not umon in the wastnd, but beforeing here, the skill had been useless.

    When the people of the Frost Spear Tribe found out at the festival that the blue coats needed paint, they immediately made it.

    Facts have proved that the performance of this dye was really excellent. Especially for silk fabrics, it had a very good wettability, and after sessful coloring, it would not fade after repeated rubbing.In addition, people from the Iron Axe Tribe had also gained some experience in spinning, and Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves¡¯ booth also produced many varieties that Chu Guang had not seen before.

    Such as some pretty essories, durable gloves, scarves, or socks.

    Some of these items were apparently taught to them by Teng Teng.

    A prosperous market could help boost the morale of producers, and the incentives for production from the cirction of goods would help to stimte creativity, prompting people to improve production tools and production methods, thereby driving the overall prosperity of the entire survivor base.

    Walking in the market, Chu Guang could intuitively feel that the harsh winter and the negative impact of the Wartime Regtions were slowly fading.

    The buds of prosperity seemed toe earlier than spring.

    Almost on everyone¡¯s face, he could feel the vibrant vigor, as well as the anticipation and yearning for future life.

    In the wastnd, that was something that was almost impossible to see.

    When passing by the barbecue stall, Chu Guang bought a few skewers.

    The aroma of sizzling meat prated into his nose, making him unable to help himself but take a bite. It was simply delicious.

    When Chu Guang was thinking about whether he should drink something, he heard a familiar shoute from a mushroom stall not far away. "Fresh devil¡¯s jelly! It¡¯s just made,e and try it!"

    <em>Even the mushroom stall is open? It seems that winter is reallying to an end.</em>

    Surprised in his heart, Chu Guang nced toward Yaya¡¯s booth.

    Unfortunately, there was no mushroom soup that countless NPCs and yers were thinking about, but a big bucket instead.

    On the wooden table next to the big bucket, there were several delicate small bowls, which contained something crystal clear and gtinous. It looked exactly like jelly.

    Chu Guang remembered that this dish seemed to be Teng Teng¡¯s masterpiece. It was a dish that turned the devil chrysalis into something like jelly. Its taste was actually not that bad, and it was not as unappetizing as devil chrysalis looked.

    After the New Year¡¯s event, Teng Teng, a kind-hearted person, seemed to have passed on this craft to Yaya, and Yaya, who smelled the business opportunity, immediately reopened her stall.

    The only pity was that the amount was too small.

    <em>If only she had more of it.</em>

    Not long after the shouting, there was arge crowd of yers around the mushroom stall.

    "Eeep! Boss Ya¡¯s mushroom stall is open?!"

    "Huh?! It¡¯s not mushrooms!"

    "Damn, why is she selling strange food? I feel cheated!"

    "Where¡¯s the mushroom soup? I want the mushroom that can make me see little Klee!"

    "<em>Wuu Wuu</em>, I can¡¯t see Boss Ya swallowing big mushrooms anymore, what¡¯s the point of a mushroom stall without selling mushrooms!"

    "Wait, jelly seems to be pretty good too?"

    "Good brother, I suddenly have a bold thought¡­"

    "Go away!" Blushing, Yaya raised her hand and throw a bowl of devil jelly at yers to drive them away.

    The yer who was hit was overjoyed, picked up the bowl and ran away.

    After recovering herself, Yaya suddenly realized that she had been tricked and felt very regretful.

    <em>Damn it, I was too careless! </em>

    <em>I lost a bowl just after opening my stall, it¡¯s such a huge loss!</em>

    But joking aside, everyone still took good care of her business.

    After all, it was the stall that provided the first meal to many yers that entered the game for the first time. After all, the five copper coins given by the novice gift bag were just enough to buy a bowl of mushroom soup.

    That bowl of mushroom soup contained their memories of the distant old versions, even older than the North Gate Market.

    After the yer finished eating, he quickly returned the bowl to Yaya. While apologizing to her, he alsoplimented that it was very delicious, and said with a smile on his face that he would trick her to give him free food next time as well.

    Other yers also took out their VMs, ready to buy a bowl, hoping to re experience the good old days.

    However, when they learned the price, everyone was stunned.

    "Wait a minute, isn¡¯t one silver coin too expensive for this bowl of jelly?"

    "Yes! Your bowl is only half the size of an apple! It is so little!"@@novelbin@@

    "I treat Sister Ya as my brother, but Sister Ya takes me as an idiot."

    "It¡¯s too expensive, it¡¯s too expensive!"

    Seeing everyone start toin, Yaya stuttered, "Even¡­ Even the ramen stall over there is already selling at ten silver coins per bowl. Is, is it too much for me to sell one silver coin per bowl?"

    Zhang Hai, who was making noodles at the ramen next stall, red at her angrily instantly upon hearing her words. "Bullshit! When were my noodles that expensive?"

    Irene, who was eating noodles, raised his head and couldn¡¯t help but say. "It¡¯s true that it¡¯s never that expensive, but the meat you cut is much thinner than before."

    Zhang Hai nced at him disdainfully. "What do you know? This is the most authentic way of making it."

    As soon as he said this, he instantly attracted a barrage of criticism from his customers.

    ¡°These profiteers are too unscrupulous, they should be hanged on the streetlights!¡±

    Holding the grilled wild boar skewer he just bought in his hand, watching the noisy yers, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help showing an old father-like smile on his face.

    <em>So good.</em>

    <em>It seems that I should find an excuse to hold more celebrations in the future.</em>

    <em>Maybe I¡¯ll wait until the crisis in the northern suburbs is resolved!</em>

    <em>If the situation is optimistic, the ceremony to celebrate the spring ploughing may be held together with the victory ceremony.</em>

    However, all the good vision for the future was based on the fact that they had to drive away the jackals to the north.

    Otherwise everything was just empty talk.

    Taking thest bite of meat on the skewer, Chu Guang wiped his mouth and walked towards the next stall with interest.

    ...

    After dinner, Chu Guang strolled down the street for a while.

    It wasn¡¯t until it waspletely dark that he returned to the shelter, went back to his office, sat down, and started to do the work that should be done by a game designer.

    Usually at that point, most people were offline. Surprisingly, there were many people online at the moment.

    It seemed that on New Year¡¯s Day, all the yers had nothing to do, so they might as well lie down while wearing a helmet.

    Throughout the day today, the average number of online users had increased by at least 20%pared with the previous few days.

    The key indicator to measure how hard working yers were, that was the total number of silver coins issued, also increased by 13%pared to the day before.

    Although more money had been given out, it was a good thing.

    ording to Wastnd Online¡¯s economic system, the rewards that yers got from missions and orders were positively rted to the value that yers contributed to the collective.

    Generally speaking, for every silver coin a yer received, the value brought to the shelter was between 1.5 and 4 silver coins.

    Even if this silver coin was obtained from the market or transactions with other yers, it was still the same, and the value still existed. It was just that it was moved from the warehouse to the market and settled in various forms to provide the basis for the collection of future transaction taxes.

    And as Lifestyle Profession yers consume their inventory, these issued currencies would go back to the shelter, thus forming a virtuous circle.

    In addition to the boom in the market, Chu Guang also noticed that after the battle the night before, 5 new ability users were born.

    So far, the number of ability users in the server had risen to 27, and there were still 3 people left to form 3 full 10 member teams.

    "It¡¯s one step closer to forming an Awakening Company." Chu Guang¡¯s mouth curled into a smile, and his face was full of joy.

    It would not be a problem for 1 ability user to defeat 3 ordinary people.

    Likewise, it would not be a problem for apany of ability users to defeat a regiment of soldiers.

    Although marauders also had ability users, and maybe they had other strange weapons, they would not pose a big problem.

    His yers were not only stronger, but also had a stable evolutionary direction. The most important thing was that the output of ability users was alsorge.

    They coulde back from the dead in just three days. How can anyone not be scared of that terrifying immortal force?

    After reading the macro data report, Chu Guang then opened the report from the Longevity Town.

    Among the loot seized this time, there were about 101 ripper rifles, 21 submachine guns, 32 assault rifles, 9 ready-to-use Armour Fist Bazookas, and a number of Molotov Cocktails and grenades.

    ording to the loot counted by the NPCs, Chu Guang settled the yers¡¯ rewards through a preset calction form with the assistance of Little Seven.

    The goal of war in defensive mode and offensive mode was different, and the number of kills would contribute a little more.

    Among them, the MVP was naturally the air defense cannon team. The number of people killed by them was 42. Nearly 40% of the lives they took were harvested by Mosquito alone, which directly led to the copse of the attackers.

    At that time, the bombardment of the anti-air cannons directly shattered the morale of the marauders, who had upied the wall, and it didn¡¯t take long for them to surrender.

    In fact, they surrendered so quickly that by the time Sideline¡¯s team got to the gate, the battle was already over.

    However, although Mosquito¡¯s kill count was the highest, the score was still calcted as a group score.

    In other words, Athlete Foot and Bathroom Goer, who acted as the driver and loader, could also get rewards provided by points.

    Counting the scores provided by the group mission, the three received 480 silver coin reward, as well as 200 contribution points and 1,000 regional prestige points.

    On top of that, 3 Lifestyle Profession yers finally got their first silver medals in their gaming careers!

    Although it was a basic medal, it was also an achievement.

    Chu Guang, who finally finished his work, leaned back on his office chair and stretched.

    Just when he was thinking about which game he should y to get some inspiration, a post on the forum suddenly aroused his interest.

    The title of the post was not gimmicky, even mediocre, but the heat of the discussion was unexpectedly high.

    <strong>[This is a story about how I met my NPC friend and his life]</strong>

    <strong>[Original Poster: </strong>Quit Bullshit<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 228.1: Theyâ€™re Finally Out!

    "I always thought I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a mission master who likes to search through boxes in RPG games.¡±

    "Until this morning, I found that the guards were missing a familiar face.¡±

    "I don¡¯t know the name of the guard, only that he was probably the oldest among them.¡±

    "Like other NPCs without a name, his life was very regr, and there were only three things to do every day. He would train, stand guard, and patrol around the outpost. In addition, he also had one day off a week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would go to theke to sit and watch us fishing to kill time.¡±

    "I¡¯m not bragging, but as a senior fisherman, I can tell at a nce whether a person has a fishing talent or not. Few people can endure zero harvests for a whole day, but he can sit next to us and watch us fish for a whole afternoon.¡±

    "I asked Mosquito to make a fishing rod for me, and warned him not to make some extra functions on it, and gave the rod to the old man.¡±

    "The old man was very happy. He thanked me many times, and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn¡¯t take it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first, I thought it was a mission prop, and I was quite excited, but then it turned out not to be; it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, this unique feeling was fun.¡±

    ¡°I then taught him how to cast the line, how to find the best spot, and how to make a simple trap out of a bottle to catch leeches¡¯rvae for bait. Sometimes we take the fish to warehouses or markets to sell them, and sometimes we bake them and eat them on the spot.¡±

    "I was like Robinson, knowing a little bit of everything. And he was like Friday, not very bright, but liked learning and was curious about everything we had.¡±"asionally, I wouldin to him about the troubles I had in real life, and he would say something about himself, maybe about adventures, maybe about future things he wanted to do, or something else.¡±

    "Even if we both can¡¯t understand what the other is saying, it doesn¡¯t prevent us frommunicating. And from him, I also learned a lot of interesting words, even some of which I still don¡¯t know what they mean to this day.¡±

    "But... It all came to a sudden halt this morning.¡±

    "Stern-looking guards lined up at Longevity Town¡¯s north gate and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carry his body onto a truck, sending him to be cremated, and then taking his ashes to theke, and sprinkling half on theke shore and half in theke.¡±

    "Maybe that is hisst wish.¡±

    "At that moment I suddenly felt that those NPCs are like real people, not just lines of code.¡±

    "I never thought that one day I would be friends with the characters in the game, and I would feel sad because of an unexpected goodbye.¡±

    "For a split second, I wish I was the one who died that night.¡±

    "In memory of a fishing fellow who will never return.¡±

    "Even in the end, I still didn¡¯t know his name, but I¡¯ll remember the story about him, even if I¡¯m the only one.¡±

    The post was long, and there were a lot of replies.

    Chu Guang rarely saw Quit Bullshit¡¯s posts on the forum before, and only asionally saw his replies.

    This time, the yer wrote a lot.

    In the follow-up replies, he told the memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.@@novelbin@@

    Although it was not a grand story, and it was all simple and even boring things, those words seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

    Makka Pakka: <em>Head pat</em>...

    Tail: <em>Uh</em>.

    Sisi: Sorry, we couldn¡¯t save your friend.

    Mosquito: Sad, if only NPCs could be resurrected.

    Gale: mhm, but looking at it from another angle, it may be precise because NPCs have only one life, so we will feel that the world in the game is very realistic. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something that has been given a soul.

    Night Ten: Sigh, I know, but I¡¯m still finding it hard to breathe...

    Old White: This game is always too realistic in unnecessary areas.

    Ample Time: It¡¯s like an elusive life.

    Teng Teng: Sigh...

    Yaya: Wuwu, so sad. (>©n<)

    Chu Guang was silent for a long time after he read the post. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but eventually deleted them all.

    After repeating the same actions many times, only one sentence remained in the end.

    Light: His name was Auspicious.

    ...

    The morning sun rose, as usual, the next day.

    While many never returned, life had to go on.

    For those living in the wastnd, death was nothing strange. People who were not strong enough mentally already died two centuries ago, and it was impossible for them to survive with weak thoughts.

    The training continued as usual.

    30 new faces joined the guard and headed to Longevity Town for training.

    The vast majority of them came from refugee camps and signed up voluntarily.

    Maybe it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just because of the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wastnd, they didn¡¯t want to go back to their nomadic life anymore.

    There was no way to escape, so they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace.

    At the door of the nursing home.

    A big fat rat got out of the door and stretched its body while facing the snow-covered ground and the rising sun. "Hell yeah! I finally respawned!"

    That was the only advantage the Ratman had.

    Others needed three days to respawn, but he only needed to wait for one day to be online again.

    It just so happened that Elf Wang also came out of the nursing home. He nced at this guy and asked curiously, "When did you die?"

    Make Me raised an eyebrow. "When do you think? It was that night! I don¡¯t even have a gun, but since the enemy was right in front of me, I could only bite the bullet and fight them."

    After saying that, Make Me sighed, "It just pisses me off whenever I think about it. I was lucky enough to find a gun dropped on the ground. But when I was about to rush to pick it up, I was caught by a goddamn hyena."

    Elf Wang mumbled, "Ah this..."

    <em>Mutated hyenas are supposed to be the mostmon monsters in the wastnd, right?</em>

    Although they were slightly stronger than Crunchers, it was not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many marauders liked to keep them as pets, and they were basically mutants that novices could easily deal with. However, the rat couldn¡¯t even deal with hyenas. Normally, when encountering things like that, he would rmend the yer to delete their ount.

    <em>But...</em>

    <em>It is said that hyenas belonged to </em>the family of <em>Feliformia?</em>

    So there was nothing wrong that this yer couldn¡¯t defeat a hyena. After all, his bloodline was suppressed by the other party.

    Sesame Paste looked at the fat rat with a look of sympathy, the cat ears on the top of her head twitched slightly. "That¡¯s too miserable..."

    Speaking of which, she actually felt quite guilty. After all, she waspletely oblivious to how he died.

    On the other side of the square, Tail also just came out of the nursing home, carrying a rifle.

    It was just thatpared to yesterday, her expression was somewhat depressed, and anyone could tell at a nce that she was troubled by something.

    Sisiforted, "There there, you¡¯ve already worked hard. Although it¡¯s a pity, this is something that can¡¯t be helped. If you want toin, you canin about the dumb developers for setting the difficulty too high."

    "Mhm, I¡¯m fine, I just felt that it would be great if I were a little bit stronger... But then again, if you say this in the game, aren¡¯t you afraid that you will be targeted by them?"

    There were rumors circting on the forum, telling yers not to badmouth the developers in the game or on the forum, otherwise they would get extremely unlucky in the game, or worse, they would be killed by some freak ident.

    Although it was ridiculous, sometimes people couldn¡¯t help believing it.

    Sisi immediately lowered her head, put her hands together, and sincerely reflected. "I¡¯m sorry, I was wrong, please forgive this outspoken girl for saying such dumb things."

    "Eep!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "You¡¯re such a coward."

    Both of them happened to pass the guard station of the outpost at that time.

    Tail nced over there subconsciously, and suddenly stopped.

    Sisi also stopped and cast an inquiring look at her. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "Look over there." Tail pointed in the direction of the guard station.

    Sisi looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a wall beside the bulletin board.

    <em>Was it built yesterday? </em>A surprised look appeared on Sisi¡¯s face.

    She hadn¡¯t noticed the structure before. She then noticed that there were nails nailed to the wall, and some iron tes hung on them.

    "What¡¯s hanging on the wall?"

    "Hmmm... There are 25 in total, and there are probably names written on them. They are probably identity tags or something."

    <em>As it turned out, it was a memorial wall.</em>

    <em>But this design is quite wastndish.</em>

    <em>By the way, is this an easter egg from the development team?</em>

    Sisi suddenly found that Tail seemed to be in a better mood than before.

    "Let¡¯s go," said Tail, who had regained her energy, "In order to advance to the first echelon of yers as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone at the outpost is still waiting for me to protect them!"

    Sisi couldn¡¯t help showing a smile.

    <em>Sure enough. She¡¯s a lot cuter when she¡¯s energetic.</em>

    Although she felt that other people probably wouldn¡¯t expect them to be of any help.

    "<em>Mhm</em>!"

    "We¡¯ve got to do our best to get the MVP next time."

    ¡­<blockquote>

    Blip¡¯s Thoughts

    [Announcement: Happy 2025!]

    [Blip: Has only been a short run so far but here¡¯s to longer chapters and funnier interactions!]

    [Little Seven: Hmm... Happy New Year... Those who didn¡¯t wish me a Merry Christmas, I won¡¯t talk to you for 24 hours! Hmph!]

    [Garbage: WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I¡¯M BACK, I¡¯M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!]</blockquote>

 Chapter 228.2: Theyâ€™re Finally Out!

    North of Elm District.

    An abandoned town sat on the edge of the forest.

    Even the howling northern wind can¡¯t dispel the blood that had settled there.

    There used to be more than 100 survivors living there, living a life basically isted from the rest of the world.

    However, just a month ago, a group of marauders arrived,pletely turning the isted town into a hell on earth.

    Some people could not stand the torture and were ughtered and hung themselves, while a few survived and became their ves.

    The marauders upied their homes, robbed them of their food for the winter, and turned their houses into fortresses, cing wooden obstacles on the streets and windows, digging trenches, and building improvised fortifications.

    That was not something an ordinary group of marauders would do.

    Even if they had ves at their disposal, few knew how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.Constructing a position was a very delicate subject, and for the marauders who were ustomed to either harassment tactic or intimidation tactic. It was a skill that they didn¡¯t need at all.

    This all thanks to their advisor, the man named Bernie.

    As a former brigademander of the Army, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics could be said to have reached a consummate level.

    After all, no one who could survive the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley was an ordinary person.

    Not just building positions. The defense deployment from the inside to the outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, were all nned by the staff officer himself.

    That was why when Yang Er, who was covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately discovered by the marauder who was patrolling with a dog.

    "Don¡¯t shoot! Don¡¯t shoot! I¡¯m one of yours!"

    Seeing the two marauder sentries aiming their guns at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

    "One of ours?" The marauder, who was walking in front, held his gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression. "Which leader are you under? Who is your superior?"

    Yang Er said immediately before he could catch his breath, "Gray wolf! I¡¯m a scout under Gray Wolf... Please take me to see the brigademander, I have something important to report!"

    The two marauders exchanged nces, feeling that he didn¡¯t seem to be lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, searched him, and sent someone to report the situation to the brigademander.

    After hearing the news, the brigademander agreed to meet him.

    Soon, Yang Er was brought over.

    As soon as Yang Er entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the floor, trembling and afraid to say a word.

    Leaningzily, Lion Fang, who was sitting on a chair, looked down at him and said slowly, "Your group lost?"

    Yang Er swallowed and said while still pressing his forehead on the ground. "Yes, sir."

    Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Fang, looked at him and said, "Tell me what happened the night before."

    Not daring to hide it, Yang Er immediately exined, "... After making our preparations, weunched a raid on Longevity Town under the orders of Gray Wolf. However, the resistance of the survivors was more tenacious than we thought. We took down their walls at one point, but soon more and more reinforcements came. We were still outnumbered in the end."

    Yang Er described in detail what happened at that time, including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, the rubber continuous tracks of the local survivors, and the incredibly powerful rapid-firing cannon.

    "Quad-mounted anti-aircraft cannons, and high-explosive shells..." Bernie, who was standing next to Lion Fang, listened to the scout¡¯s statement carefully. After thinking for a long time, he said solemnly, "These survivors are difficult to deal with.¡±

    Especially the continuous rubber tracks on the truck. This was something he hadn¡¯t expected. What made him even more confused was where those people get so much rubber?

    The expression on Lion Fang¡¯s face was one of indifference.

    After all, he didn¡¯t hold out much hope that Gray Wolf would take down the survivor stronghold.

    Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued, "Where¡¯s Gray Wolf?"

    Yang Er said timidly with his head firmly against the floor. "I don¡¯t know¡­ Gray Wolf, he said he wanted to stay behind to cover our retreat."

    <em>Cover their retreat?</em>

    This sentence sessfully made Lion Fangugh.

    <em>What an euphemistic excuse.</em>

    <em>But it doesn¡¯t matter. That guy is a useless pawn anyway. It is not bad to use the lives of some outsiders to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.</em>

    <em>We can also lure the cunning snake to attack first.</em>

    <em>It can be said to kill two birds with one stone... Oh no, kill three birds with one stone.</em>

    "You can get out of my sight now."

    Hearing those words, Yang Er felt that a huge boulder was removed from his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was already soaked with sweat.@@novelbin@@

    "Thank you sir!" Not daring to stay here for a second longer, he hurriedly turned around and left.

    With the door closed, Lion Fang looked at the staff officer sitting beside him, and said in a casual tone, "I didn¡¯t expect the entire group to be wiped out."

    Bernie gave him a strange look. "I thought you did it on purpose."

    Lion Fang shook his head slightly. "You¡¯ve misunderstood it. I never nned to let him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to teach this disobedient guy a lesson. But I didn¡¯t expect this guy to be so foolish, and he actually ended up getting himself and more than 150 of his men killed."

    Bernie frowned, "Then why did you give him the re gun?"

    Lion Fang said with a smile. "It¡¯s for ck Snake, of course."

    Bernie was silent for a while.

    For some reason, he suddenly thought of the disappeared General as, and the expedition that was huge but ultimately failed.

    Perhaps they too were abandoned pawns.

    Who knows?

    Those big men never told them everything, at most they only told them what to do when they needed it done.

    Even now, it was the same.

    He still didn¡¯t understand why his superiors chose to join a group of natives. The people of the Great Rift Valley didn¡¯t kill them all, and it was not that they had no chance to return home.

    "If Gray Wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information, which is not a good thing."

    Lion Fang chuckled softly, "I know, but what does it matter? We are far stronger than them, and even if we see each other¡¯s cards, we have a better chance of winning. The only suspense now is, how long can they hold out against ck Snake¡¯s attack? We have to choose the right time to enter the battlefield. It should not be too early, nor toote... What do you think?¡±

    Bernie thought for a while and shook his head. "I don¡¯t know, but it¡¯s not easy for ck Snake to win."

    Lion Fang indifferently said. "Because of that cannon?"

    Bernie continued. "It¡¯s not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs obviously have industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war for a whole winter. And we have very limited information on their logistics situation. In fact, we don¡¯t even know anything. If this war drags on for too long, it may not be a good thing for us.¡±

    But on the other hand, if they could capture this survivor settlement, the benefits they could get from it would also be huge.

    A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities would be far richer than those agricultural settlements.

    In the few strongholds they looted before, there were only some shofar potatoes and green wheat left in their warehouses. If they could capture the northern suburbs of ?Clearspring City, their odds of attacking Boulder Town would be much higher.

    Lion Fang stroked his chin. "Then how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"

    Bernie said. "It¡¯s best to act with friendly forces."

    "That¡¯s impossible," Lion Fang waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."

    Bernie gave a wry smile.

    Noticing the expression on the staff officer¡¯s face, Lion Fang smiled andforted him. "Don¡¯t worry, this hard bone may be hard to chew, but it¡¯s only a little bit. We have an absolute advantage in both equipment and manpower. We will have no problem defeating them.

    "As long as our friendly force takes action and contains their frontal forces, I will immediately set off with my brothers, appear on their nks unexpectedly, and cooperate with our friendly force to annihte them in one fell swoop!¡±

    "Don¡¯t you think this n is perfect?"

    He could also allocate some of his staff to snatch their stronghold ahead of ck Snake.

    <em>When that sky guy sees my g flying above Longevity Town, it would definitely piss him off.</em>

    Thinking of what would happen, Lion Fang couldn¡¯t help showing a gleeful expression.

    Looking at this overly optimistic brigademander, Bernie sighed softly in his heart. "You¡¯re right. It might be a good n."

    <em>If only everything went as nned.</em>

    It was a full 20 kilometers away from Longevity Town, and the 20 kilometers of the snowy journey was not easy to traverse. During the period, they would pass through forests and ruins. The group may be stretched very long, and they would also consume a lot of physical strength.

    Assuming that ck Snake really fell into their trap and decided tounch a lightning-like offensive before the end of winter, the snowy journey may be the biggest variable in the battle.

    Would they really be able to arrive at those people¡¯s nks quick enough when the battle situation was the most critical?

    It would not be as simple as drawing on a map.

    The next moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and a marauder walked in quickly.

    There was an excited expression on the man¡¯s face.

    After entering the room, he knelt down on one knee and said in an excited tone. "Sir! The snake finally emerged from its nest!"

 Chapter 229.1: Operation Spring Thunder

    New Industrial Zone, in Goblin Technology Workshop.

    In the workshop where various parts were stacked, there was a three-wheeled motorcycle with a rather punk appearance.

    Unlike ordinary motorcycles, it not only had big tires, but the engine that drove the tires was also ridiculouslyrge. Because the height of the engine exceeded the seat cushion, it had to be mounted on the side of the motorcycle and carried on an extra wheel, which made it look like a rickshaw.

    And the shape of the engine was also quite unique. It was like a stove for burning sweet potatoes. There was a round feed inlet on the top, which made it easy to be mistaken as an outdoor trash can if it was ced on the roadside alone.

    But in fact, the overly wide feed inlet was deliberately designed that way for the convenience of the driver to add fuel to it.

    Walking beside the administrator, Mosquito excitedly introduced his new invention to him. ¡°This is a firewood engine that we modeled on the Army-style light truck, designed for the terrain around Clearspring City!¡±

    ¡°After some simple improvements, it is now more adaptable to bumpy environments than before. Even in mud pits, it can still ensure that the engine will not identally stall. Our soldiers will no longer have to hold the butt of their guns against the wood in the feed port!"

    "And this motorcycle is also a masterpiece of our goblin technology, I call it Death Breath!"@@novelbin@@

    "What do you think? Doesn¡¯t it look cool?" In a sense, it was.

    It was just that Chu Guang felt that the name was somewhat ominous, as if the person sitting on it was doomed to never return.

    But aside from these, it was quite interesting. The principle of this engine was probably simr to that of the portable steam engine.

    The feed port in the shape of a trash can was connected to a barrel-like device and a pipe. After the wood was fed into the feed port, it would be dried in the process of slow falling, then cracked by the internal heat, and ipletely burned in the limited oxygen. The carbon on the surface would react with water and oxygen to generate a mixed gas containing hydrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide, and then this mixed gas would be introduced into the engine after passing through the metal condenser tube in the end.

    After that, the principle was simr to that of other natural gas engines, including the piston and cylinder structure and so on.

    3 kilograms of wood was equivalent to 1 liter of gasoline, which was enough for the motorcycle to run 20 kilometers, which was equivalent to 15 kilograms of wood consumed for 100 kilometers. It was not only easy to use but also cheap.

    After all, the only thing that was notcking in the wastnd was wood.

    In fact, that wasn¡¯t a recent invention. After all, he had made a wood-powered engine for the Woodworking Cabin a while ago.

    The Molotov Cocktails used by the yers in the early days, as well as the methrower he used himself, were all made from the by-products of turning wood into gas.

    After carefully looking at this uniquely shaped motorcycle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Mosquito and continued to ask, "What is the top speed?"

    Mosquito said in a positive tone, "It won¡¯t be a problem to reach 90 miles per hour! But I don¡¯t rmend driving that fast. Given the road conditions outside, I¡¯m afraid a bump can send it flying."

    Chu Guang nodded, expressing his understanding.

    Although he had never ridden a motorcycle, he had ridden a scooter. So he could make up the picture with a little imagination.

    "Not bad."

    "Although there is still a lot of room for improvement, it¡¯s already good enough."

    "With this thing, our mobility on the battlefield will increase a lot, thank you for your contribution to the revival of the Federation of People."

    Mosquito didn¡¯t expect that his invention would be praised so highly by the faction leader, his face suddenly showed a ttered expression.

    Restraining the excitement in his heart, he said happily, "It¡¯s my honor to be able to share your worries!"

    <em>Order!</em>

    <em>Silver coins!</em>

    And the most important thing was that his invention was recognized by the administrator!

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t help bursting into tears when he thought of his proud work being listed in the NPC store and being selected by the yers in the server.

    <em>Who would dare to say that my invention is useless again?</em>

    <em>Who would dare to say that my creation is redundant?</em>

    <em>Huh?! Who would dare?!</em>

    Chu Guang nced strangely at Mosquito, who was suddenly excited. He didn¡¯t say anything, but continued to ask about production. "Is this kind of engine troublesome to make? And that... uh, Death Breath motorcycle... How many can you produce in a month?"

    Mosquito said with a smile. "It¡¯s not troublesome at all! As long as the supply of materials is sufficient and the orders from the steel nt can bepleted in time, there will be no problem in assembling it in 3 days! If it¡¯s faster, it can even be done in 2!"

    <em>3 days.</em>

    <em>Slightly slower than expected.</em>

    <em>I¡¯m afraid that it won¡¯t make it in time for theing battle</em>.

    However, Chu Guang also knew that this was something that couldn¡¯t be helped.

    To engage inrge-scale production required a lot of manpower and material resources. At present, 80% of the resources of the new industrial zone were concentrated in the production of weapons and ammunition. No matter how much it was mobilized, it was impossible to conjure something out of thin air.

    As for the vehicle, it could only be ced on the second priority temporarily.

    But what made Chu Guang gratified was that Mosquito seemed to havee to his senses recently, and finally began to consider abandoning the production model of the small workshop, adapting to the needs of the versions, hiring other yers and native people, and learning from Steel nt 81 to be bigger and stronger.

    That was undoubtedly a good start.

    ...

    After issuing an order to the Goblin Technology via VM, Chu Guang left the Goblin Technology, went to check on Steel nt 81, and then returned to the outpost.

    However, shortly after he returned to the base, he saw Wrench walking towards him with a serious expression. "Sir! The patrol team deployed in the northeast reported that they have discovered arge number of marauders¡¯ activities in the area from Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base to Winter Willow Camp. They should be from the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City!"

    <em>They¡¯re finally here!</em>

    For some reason, after hearing this news, instead of feeling anxious, Chu Guang actually heaved a sigh of relief.

    It was much better for ck Snake to attack at that time rather than one monthter. He and Vanus had already anticipated that they would attack in advance.

    <em>Looks like those marauders want to spend the winter in a cell.</em>

    <em>Very good.</em>

    Chu Guang looked at Wrench and ordered calmly, "Mobilize all the soldiers. Deploy ording to the n made the night before!"

    Wrench said with a solemn expression. "Yes, Sir!"

    ¡­

    ?Northeast of Clearspring City.

    A convoy of 20 light trucks, 8 armored pickup trucks, and a tank was now slowly moving forward in the white snow in a crooked formation.

    In addition to the vehicles, there were hundreds of marauders scattered across the nks of the convoy, as well as nearly 1000 shackled ves.

    With all their belongings, they marched very slowly.

    From time to time, trucks would get stuck in the snow due to poor road conditions, and then ves would have to pull them out manually.

    So much so that the marauders walking beside them had to slow down and wait for those bulky big vehicles.

    Sitting in the back seat of an armored pickup truck, ck Snake had an impatient expression on his face. He couldn¡¯t help urging the driver, "How long will it take us to get there?"

    The driver, who was holding the steering wheel, replied nervously, "We should be able to get there before dark, sir."

 Chapter 229.2: Operation Spring Thunder

    Before dark...

    It seemed that they had to spend the night in the snow tonight.

    Knowing that urging was useless, ck Snake could only curse a few words in his heart, and then continued to wait impatiently.

    The night before, the scout he sent to the south found that a fierce battle had broken out in the direction of Longevity Town, and during the period, a re was seen rising into the night sky.

    Although the specific situation of the battle was unknown, his scout reported that there were at least 300 or more people exchanging fire based on the gunshots he heard.

    There were 2 or 3panies.

    It seemed that his old acquaintance Lion Fang had seen through what he was thinking, and was determined to get ahead of him this time. He definitely wanted to push his troops south and directly capture arge piece ofnd in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City before the snow melted away.

    ck Snake knew that he had to make a move.

    If he continued to wait until spring, he might not even be able to get anything.Sitting next to ck Snake, Vaders spoke cautiously, "Marching in heavy snow is not a good idea. Our armored units can¡¯t exert their maneuvering advantages in half-meter-thick snowdrifts."

    Whether it was an armored pickup truck, a tank, or two 100mm howitzers pulled by trucks, these heavy equipment could get stuck in the snow easily if not careful, and if they got stuck in an untimely ce, they were likely to be living targets.

    But ck Snake didn¡¯t care, or didn¡¯t take the warning to heart.

    Judging from the strength shown by the survivors in the northern suburbs in the first 2 battles, they were only at the level of 2panies at most.

    There were fourpanies right next to him, and six more had already set off first, exploring the way in front of the main force.

    <em>Can¡¯t take advantage of mobility?</em>

    <em>Don¡¯t be ridiculous.</em>

    <em>Do I need that?</em>

    In the face of absolute power, he only needed to p the gun muzzles on those survivors¡¯ faces, and then those people would naturally drop their weapons and surrender.

    "The blizzard has stopped, and the worst is over. Our infantry will clear the obstacles ahead, and our armor and supplies will follow. If everything goes well, we will be able to live in their houses tomorrow night."

    Vaders asked. "What if things don¡¯t go well?"

    "Then it will be the day after tomorrow," ck Snake patted Vaders on the shoulder with a happy look on his face. "Don¡¯t worry, my friend, I know you like careful nning, but having an ability to adapt from time to time is also important,"

    Vaders said, shaking his head. "This is not about adapting, it¡¯s gambling."

    "Gambling? I don¡¯t hate that word." ck Snake continued with a smile. "I know what you¡¯re worried about. If our frontline troops are attacked, our tanks won¡¯t be able to provide assistance in time, right?"

    "..."

    Before he could speak, ck Snake continued proudly, "This worry ispletely unnecessary. It¡¯s not just us who are hit by the heavy snow, they are the same. No matter how long my front line is, it is still within the range of artillery fire. Without vehicles, they will be like ants stuck in the snow and crushed to the ground by our artillery!"

    "What if they choose to attack our rear?" Vaders couldn¡¯t help but mumble, "If I was them, I wouldn¡¯t be foolish enough to charge from the front."

    A look of displeasure appeared on ck Snake¡¯s face.

    Although the staff officer could asionally provide some very constructive advice, there were times that what he said was really unpleasant to the ears.

    Especially since he didn¡¯t think attacking his rear was a good idea.

    "Do you think I didn¡¯t consider this situation? Otherwise, why would I leave 4panies behind? Even if they miraculously bypassed the troops in front of us and appeared behind us. 4panies would be enough to overwhelm them."

    Besides, it was impossible to bypass his main force.

    Everyone was equal in the winter, and those survivors didn¡¯t have the ability to fly.

    If those survivors wanted to bypass the detection of the 6panies, they could only circle from the east, but that would be a long detour.

    It was conservatively estimated that their marching route would be extended to 30 kilometers, and during this period, they would need to pass throughrge areas with thick snow, as well as scattered forests and ruins. By the time they managed to reach their rear with all their effort, maybe their armored units had already entered the urban area of ??Clearspring City!

    Even if they reached them in time, it wouldn¡¯t matter.

    While their tank might be stuck in the snow, at most the tank would not be able to move; its gun would not be affected.@@novelbin@@

    With the cooperation of thepanies, the dense bullets and cannonballs would p those damn bugs on the snow like swatting flies!

    He had been waiting the day for over a month!

    After listening to ck Snake¡¯s words, Vaders chose to remain silent because he really didn¡¯t know what to say.

    Not sending everyone to the front only showed that he was not stupid, but it did not mean that it was a smart enough decision.

    If this guy were to be themander of the expeditionary army, they probably wouldn¡¯t be able tost for a week, and he would get a million soldiers killed in 3 days.

    Vaders sighed silently in his heart, and now he could only pray that those survivors were also a group of ordinary men.

    However, he didn¡¯t know why, whenever he thought about it like this, there was an uneasy feeling in his heart.

    This was the instinct he had developed while fighting the people of the Great Rift Valley on the Northern Front, and this instinct had helped him avoid danger countless times.

    <em>Will it really be that smooth?</em>

    ...

    At this moment, neither Vaders, ck Snake, nor the patrols following the trucks noticed that on the snowy slope 3 kilometers to the east, a pair of eyes had fixed on them.

    Holding the binocrs that were wrapped with gauze, Night Ten, who was lying on the snowdrift, held back the excitement in his heart, stretched out his frozen index finger, and pressed on the uniquely shaped earphones. "Attention all squad leaders! The target has passed the marked area A and is moving to area C on the map... They should be heading the interprovincial highway. You sure won¡¯t let this big fish pass, right?"

    In the sleeping bag not far away from him, Gale¡¯s character was sleeping, and he was currently offline.

    Night Ten knew thatter, he had to go offline and tell Gale to get online.

    They¡¯d been hiding here on shift for two days.

    For the past two days and nights, the two of them never returned to the base once.

    Night Ten didn¡¯t even know how he persevered!

    The voices of the squad leaders quickly came through themunication channel one by one.

    Escaping Mole¡¯s voice rang right in his ears. "Right my butt! They aren¡¯t heading my way!"

    Midnight Pubg roared, "Hell yeah! Brothers, time to get to work!"

    In the snow field 5 kilometers away from the target, Spring Water Commander standing next to the truck returned to the passenger seat and told Battlefield Cheerleader in the driver¡¯s seat. "Drive, let¡¯s go to Area C. Later, control yourself when you see the enemies, and stop the truck before you rush out to fight."

    "They are finally here. Damn, this mission is really long enough... I almost lost my connection." Battlefield Cheerleader shook his head to wake himself up and started the engine.

    Spring Water Commander ignored him and put his index finger on the earphone. "Moving to the target C area¡­ Attention, Sideline team, those people are heading straight in your direction, this time I am afraid that you are going to be the first to fight the enemy again."

    By the interprovincial highway four kilometers away from the target potion.

    A team of yers in white camouge was crawling on the snow, with a forest behind them and a gentle slope in front of them.

    This was the closest road to the interprovincial highway.

    Sideline cking reached out and pressed it on the earphone, answering calmly, "Copy that."

    After finishing themunication, he looked at the eagerrades behind him, took a deep breath slowly, and said with a serious expression, "Brothers, the enemy is heading straight towards us, and they are roughly 4 kilometers away. This will be the center of the battlefield."

    After that, he looked at Construction Boy. "... Please aim at the track of the tankter, and whether you hit it or not, change your position immediately after firing the shot. If the track is broken, then leave it to Eye Owe Money."

    Construction Boy said excitedly with the nearly two-meter-long Lance rifle before him. "Leave it to me!"

    "Same," Eye Owe Money took out the small robot from his backpack, and after confirming that the explosives were tied on top of it, he continued with a smile, "Are we going to set up a bet this time? I bet¡­"

    "Get lost!"

    "Don¡¯t jinx us, you idiot! Stop talking so much and hurry up deploying your robot!"

    Seeing that everyone was angry, Eye Owe Money coughed dryly, "I was just joking."

    It was going to be a tough fight.

    The enemies they would face would be several times more than thest time.

    However, no one was afraid.

    Sideline cking could feel that the twinkling rays of light in the pupils beside him were all excitement and fearless courage.

    All the marauders would be stopped here. If they believed that they could defeat those yers easily, they were wee to try it.

    Sideline nced at the VM on his arm and saw a line of light blue text appearing on the screen.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Operation Code, "Spring Thunder"<strong>]</strong>

    <em>This thunder will shatter all darkness!</em>

 Chapter 230.1: The Rain Of Fire That Fell From The Skies

    At the entrance and exit of the interprovincial highway, to the north was a rtively t snow field.

    The brigade under ck Snake was slowly marching on this snowfield.

    Although Vaders failed to convince ck Snake to make a more prudent choice strategically, they were on the same side and he nned the route carefully.

    He chose to go straight south, bypassing therge forests and steep slopes on the west side, and then march all the way west after entering the interprovincial highway to cut off the connection between Longevity Town and the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    The actual distance of this route would be slightly longer, but it would be more practical.

    On the back seat of an armored pickup.

    Vaders had a map open on his knees. His index finger moved across the map, drawing a circle around the front of their marching line. "... Due west of us is the forest where Winter Willow Camp is located, and most likely the survivors there had already been evacuated more than a month ago.¡±

    ¡°Our goal is the interprovincial highway in the due south direction. After advancing there, the terrain will be much tter.¡±

    "If the intelligence is correct, there should be a survivor colony there.¡±"Even though they have probably evacuated, we can still find something useful.¡±

    "It¡¯s going to get dark in about two hours and we can rest there for the night before continuing west. If things go well, we should be in Longevity Town by noon tomorrow, and if they don¡¯t blow that ce up, we should be able to get a fortress on the northern outskirts of Clearspring City, ahead of your allies as you wished."

    ck Snake touched his chin with a satisfied expression on his face.

    He believed in the professionalpetence of his staff, but he still had some questions about the n.

    While Vaders was talking about the general outline, ck Snake¡¯s eyes stayed on a red marker on the map.

    It was where the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base was located, and it was also a hignd that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Not only did it have aplete wall that could be used as a cover, but also aplete building to shield from the wind and rain.

    ck Snake remembered that more than a month ago, Vaders highly rmended it to him as a springboard for their attack on the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    However, for some unknown reason, his staffpletely ignored that natural fortress and never mentioned it from the beginning of the entire operation.

    It was as if he had forgotten that ce.

    "Why don¡¯t we just go directly to the Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base? It¡¯s high ground, just right for our artillery."

    Vaders shook his head and said, "The location is good, but the terrain from there to Longevity Town is too t."

    ck Snake was confused. "Isn¡¯t that a good thing?"

    Vaders continued, "Of course, it¡¯s a good thing for them, they¡¯ll be there faster than us, and they¡¯ll be on the high ground waiting for us to reap our lives."

    <em>It makes sense. </em>

    ck Snake nodded thoughtfully. Moving his gaze to the road that traversed east and west on the map, he continued to ask, "What if they ambush us on both sides of the road?"

    Vaders sighed and answered patiently, "The interprovincial highway is rtively higher than its surroundings on both sides. No one is stupid enough to ambush the people on the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain. We only need to have a team of people to search for explosives and traps on the ground in front, and then split out two groups of people to search forward along the gentle slopes on both sides of the road, then there won¡¯t be any problems."

    ck Snake would always ask questions that Vaders didn¡¯t know how to answer, giving him a lot of headaches. However, unlike him who felt a headache, after getting a satisfactory answer, ck Snake said lightly with a happy expression on his face. "It looks like victory is at hand."

    "Yes, if everything goes as nned." Vaders closed the map on his hand and looked out at the white snow outside the truck window.

    His brows furrowed slightly, and the uneasy feeling he had in his heart grew stronger.

    If the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City were going to stop them, that was probably thest and only chance.

    Once the team on their side was allowed to drive from the wilderness to the road, the opponent would lose all odds of winning, and there would be no possibility of stopping them at all.

    But¡­

    It was also not an easy task to ambush them there.

    He deliberately chose the road entrance that wasn¡¯t in close proximity to Longevity Town.

    Even if the other party found them and reacted as soon as they discovered them, it was unlikely that they would arrive before him.

    <em>Should I send a few people over to check out the situation first?</em>

    Just when Vaders was thinking about what he could do, there was a sudden st in the southeast of the convoy.

    Immediately afterward, there was a swoosh, and a cannonball seemednded in the center of the convoy.

    It was where their tank was located, and Vader¡¯s expression changed instantly.

    ck Snake, who was sitting next to him, reacted quickly. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared angrily. "Motherfucker, how dare they ambush my convoy?! Shoot them!¡±

    ...

    <em>Boom!</em>

    A thick me show out from the muzzle and a thunderous st reverberated on the snowfield.

    A 20mm steel core armor-piercing bullet drew an orange-yellow trajectory in the air, like lightning, and mmed into the tank five hundred meters away.

    Fire filled the air and after a loud bang was heard, the heavy continuous track broke and fell from the road wheels. The tank instantly lost power and broke down in the snow.

    The marauders next to it werepletely dumbfounded.

    Obviously, they didn¡¯t expect that someone would dare to attack them.

    Their first shot was even aimed at the invincible steel behemoth they brought into battle!

    Looking away from the scope, Construction Boy, lying in the snow, shook his fist excitedly, and couldn¡¯t help cheering excitedly. "Hahaha! The tank is broken! I got it!"

    With a closer look, that tank looked quite intimidating. With a nearly eight-meter-long angr body and a thick and long barrel, it was like a giant steel beast lying on the snow.

    However, this thing was not as difficult to deal with as imagined. Its track actually broke off after just being hit once. It even surprised Construction Boy.

    He had thought that he would at least need to fire a few more shots...

    It was a pity that no teammates nearby could give him a high five.

    Before the marauders could figure out the situation, he quickly pulled out the smoking shell, continued to reload an armor-piercing bullet into the gun chamber, and fired another shot at the tank¡¯s gun.

    If he could destroy the gun, it would be turned into scrap metalpletely.

    His idea was good, but the execution, not so much. A 20mm round wasn¡¯t strong enough to cripple itpletely. @@novelbin@@

    The second bullet that hit the turret bounced off without any suspense and flew into the sky like a toothpick that struck a wall.

    "Damn it!"

    "It¡¯s time for the high-explosive bullets!"

    With the second shot, the marauders finally spotted him and started screaming and firing at him.

    From a distance of 500 meters, bullets came whizzing.

    Putting away the bipod of the Lance calmly, Construction Boy quickly shifted position before the muzzle of the tank aimed at him.

    Almost as soon as he left thebat position, a high-explosive shell hit his previous position.

    The snowkes were blown up to a height of more than 10 meters, and the pine trees on the side were shattered. They fell on the slope before rolling down slowly.

    Looking at the snow mist rising into the sky from a distance, a group of yers ambushing not far away had surprised expressions on their faces.

    "Dang! Their tank probably shoots out 80mm rounds¡­¡±

    "Be confident. Don¡¯t think, just believe."

    "Holy cow, that was so scary... Do you think Construction Boy is still alive?"

    "He¡¯s an ability user anyway, and he¡¯s also a strength type, so it¡¯s not that easy for him to die." Sideline cking looked at Eye Owe Money next to him, and continued, "We will leave the tank to you. Don¡¯t mess it up, we only have one robot, and one chance."

    After connecting to the device, Eye Owe Money closed his eyes. His consciousness was now connected to the Reptile deployed in front of him and carried forward by the four rapidly moving mechanical legs through the snow.

    His target was straight ahead!

    Although he couldn¡¯t see it, he could clearly feel it!

    With the detonator in his hand, Eye Owe Money let out a cold breath.

    "Don¡¯t worry, I got this!"

    ...

 Chapter 230.2: The Rain Of Fire That Fell From The Skies

    Under the sudden attack, the marauder¡¯s formation was in disarray.

    They obviously had no experience in dealing with this kind of situation, and the entire convoy suddenly huddled together like an entangled centipede on the snow.

    However, their fortitude was still good, and their responses were fairly quick.

    After confirming the direction of the attack, the tank with the broken track first turned the gun and fired a shot in the direction of the sniper, and then the coaxial machine gun next to the gun barrel also raked the same ce simultaneously.

    The bullets sttered clusters of snowkes on the slopes.

    If anyone was still there, they would have been blown to pieces. @@novelbin@@

    "Boys, go! Find out the rat who attacked us!"

    "Motherfucker, I¡¯m going to skin that fucker and use it to make a sofa!"

    In the roar of a Company Leader, the 4 10-member teams immediately set off and moved towards the snow slope 500 meters away.Seeing that the fire in the distance had stopped, a marauder climbed out of the tank¡¯s roof while holding a toolbox in his hand. He took out the tools and began to repair the damaged track.

    ck Snake, sitting on an armored pickup truck, was utterly irritated.

    Half a minute ago, he got the news from the tank crew that the track of the tank was broken and it would take some time to fix it.

    Just because of one attacker, the entire convoy had to stop.

    "I suggest dispersing the infantry and scouring the area carefully," Vaders advised cautiously, looking at him. "There may be more than one attacker."

    ck Snake said impatiently. "When we find the guy, we will naturally figure out how many flies there are."

    The progress of track repairing was going well.

    The tank would soon be back in motion.

    Raising his arm and rubbing the oil on his forehead, the marauder, who had gotten out of the tank earlier, was about to put thest piece on.

    However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be moving in the snow towards him.

    <em>Is it a rat?</em>

    In a blink of an eye, that little guy had slipped under the chassis of the tank under the cover of the snow.

    "What the heck was that?" The marauder alertly pulled out the pistol inserted on his waist, squatted down, and lowered his head, wanting to find out what the thing that had gotten underneath the tank was.

    However, the snow on the ground was too thick.

    After the thing got under the chassis of the tank, there was no longer any moment, as if it had disappeared out of thin air; so much so that he couldn¡¯t help but wonder if he was seeing things.

    At this time, his superior¡¯s urging sound came from inside the tank. "Are you done repairing or not?"

    He responded immediately. "Almost, it¡¯s almost done."

    His superior continued to urge, with a hint of warning in his voice. "You¡¯d better hurry up. If you make Lord ck Snake wait too long, you know what the consequences will be."

    "Okay okay, I got it." The marauder said perfunctorily.

    <em>Was it really just me seeing things? </em>The marauder was suspicious, but he didn¡¯t have time to crawl underneath the tank to confirm, so he simply stood up from the ground.

    However, just as he picked up the tool again and was about to finish his work, a sh of fire suddenly came out from under the chassis of the tank like a burning gas stove.

    In an instant, the shock wave of the explosion mmed into his chest before he had time to react, blowing his whole body out!

    <em>Boom!</em>

    The fire and smoke of the explosion engulfed the entire tank, and a frenzied air wave pushed it off the ground.

    The twisted steel was broken inch by inch, and the leaking fuel tank was ignited by the scorching high temperature, and exploded together with the ammunition rack, causing a tragic secondary explosion.

    The scene was horrific.

    Unprepared, a Company Leader was killed on the spot, and nearly 20 marauders around were instantly engulfed by the mes of the explosion.

    The broken limbs were scattered around, and many marauders were screaming in pain. It was just like purgatory!

    "Hell yeah!" Seeing the situation ahead through the binocrs, Sideline cking, who was lying on the snowy slope, excitedly punched the snow beside him.

    Eye Owe Money, who was not far away, lost his connection but quickly logged back in.

    Shaking his heavy head, he muttered, "Damn it... Why did I lose connection again?"

    Meanwhile, the eyes of ck Snake, who was sitting in the armored pickup truck, instantly turned bloodshot.

    Staring out of the window with furious eyes, he only felt that his heart was shed by a knife and it was dripping blood!

    That was the tank his leader gave him!

    It was also his greatest asset!

    It was because of that tank that the brigade he led was able to capture territories all the way, from the middle of the River Valley Province to the south, sweeping across the entire province like a hurricane!

    And now, that tank was turned into scrap iron...

    <em>How dare those people!</em>

    <em>How dare they!</em>

    "I¡¯m going to kill them!"

    "I¡¯m going to cut them into pieces and mash them!"

    Hearing ck Snake¡¯s angry roar, the driver sitting in front shivered. He didn¡¯t even dare to take a breath, for fear of being used as a punching bag by his boss to vent his anger.

    Vaders, who was sitting next to ck Snake, waspletely stunned.

    "... What was that just now?" He murmured in his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

    Without the slightest warning, he saw a beam of fire rising into the sky, and then the Conqueror, the tank the Army was so proud of, was blown to scrap metal.

    <em>That power...</em>

    <em>It had to be at least 10 kilograms of TNT.</em>

    <em>Maybe even more!</em>

    A drop of cold sweat slipped on his forehead, Vaders, who realized the seriousness of the problem, suddenly snapped back to his senses.

    He immediately looked at ck Snake who was sitting beside him, and roared loudly regardless of the angry expression on the tyrant¡¯s face.

    "Quick! Pull back all the men you sent out earlier!" Before he could finish his words, intensive gunfire came from the fan-shaped area in front.

    Bullets roared in like a storm, and at least ten light machine guns, or even more automatic weapons, unleashed their ferocious power on them.

    The biggest threat had been eliminated!

    The yers no longer needed to hide anymore!

    Lying prone on the snow, and holding on to the light machine gun on the snow slope, Sideline cking pulled the trigger repeatedly and roared loudly, "Brothers! Give them all you got!"

    "<em>Ratatata</em>!" The fire from the muzzle turned Eye Owe Money¡¯s face red. His index finger seemed to be welded to the trigger, and his voice was full of excitement.

    Bullets whizzed through the air, and a few evennded on the steel te of the armored pickup truck, hitting the hood and making a banging sound!

    Before the convoy was able to recover from the previous explosion, it was hit by another head-on blow. Instantly, the entire convoy fell into total chaos.

    The convoy could not take care of both ends at the same time. It was caught in the snowy ground, unable to retreat or advance. For a while, no one knew what to do.

    Fortunately, Vaders was an experienced staff officer. Although the sudden attack caught him off guard, he didn¡¯t lose hisposure.

    Grabbing the walkie-talkie from ck Snake, Vaders, who took over themand, gave several orders in session, barely controlling the chaotic situation.

    Those marauders also gradually discovered that there seemed to be a lot of enemies, but in fact they were not dealing with many people.

    The four armored pickup trucks with tires stuck in the snow finally got out of the snow and drove to the front of the convoy. The machine guns welded with steel tes mounted on top of them shot frantically towards the snow slope 500 meters away, and quickly suppressed the opposite side.

    Under the leadership of a Company Leader, 120 marauders spread out into 12 squads to surround yers.

    Their bays shone brightly in the snow, like the fangs of a beast.

    Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust, like wolves surrounding their prey.

    "Tear them apart!"

    "Cut off their heads! Kill them in the cruelest way possible!"

    "Let those rats in the gutter know what it¡¯s like to offend Lord ck Snake!"

    The Company Leader growled, urging his men to move forward.

    However, at this moment, a piercing screech suddenly came from above their heads.

    The Company Leader raised his head subconsciously, and then his eyes widened instantly. The original bloodlust in their pupils were instantly reced by the color of fear.

    He saw many rockets dragging the thick and long tail me across the sky, bringing the afterglow of the setting sun to the ground, like a rain of fire falling from the sky.

    He screamed in panic, threw himself into the snow, and roared with all his strength. "Get down¡­!"

    The rockets did notnd on his head.

    Instead, it fell behind him and smashed heavily on the rear position.

    The mes of the explosion were linked together, and the shrapnel flew wildly in the open space. The boiling heat wave seemed to ignite the snow, burning the psychological defense of the marauders.

    Looking at the sea of ??fire behind him, the fear in the heart of the Company Leader lying on the ground gradually turned into despair, and he lost thest trace of courage to move forward.

    At this time, sharp whistles came from all directions, sweeping the entire snowfield. In the smoke, he saw his subordinates turn their backs to the enemy and run away, and then they were shot dead in the snow.

    The rear was under heavy attack.

    The armored pickup trucks covering their attack seemed to be pulling back to help the rear, but the snow was so deep that it almost reached under their hoods.

    It was much harder than they thought to maneuver the truck that was stuck in the snow.

    There was the sound of machine guns firing in the distance, and an armored pickup truck¡¯s fuel tank was shot through by incendiary projectiles, followed by the second truck, the third...

    Vaguely, the Company Leader, who buried his head in the snow, heard the battle cries approaching.

    He couldn¡¯t understand what those people were shouting.

    He was not sure how many of them there were.

    He only knew that the war might end faster than Lord ck Snake imagined.

    Maybe they didn¡¯t need to wait until the next day!

    Maybe they would be able to spend the night in the survivors¡¯ houses that very night!

 Chapter 232.2: Extermination

    In short, the LD-47 in the automatic mode was like the burst mode of 98K, except for the strength type, few people could really handle the recoil.

    This could be regarded as saving bullets in disguise, and handing over fire suppression to specialized machine gunners.

    Mole nced at the submachine gun in Irene¡¯s hand, his nce stopped for a moment on the ruler-like magazine.@@novelbin@@

    "This gun... It¡¯s okay to use on people, but I¡¯m afraid it won¡¯t be effective on mutants."

    Irene smiled embarrassedly. "Well, that¡¯s true."

    <em>Whatever¡­ I can just bring 2.</em>

    Elf Wang nced at the corpse on the ground and muttered softly, "So what do we do now?"

    After wasting so much effort, all they got was a dead NPC.

    They originally wanted to catch one alive, but they didn¡¯t expect to kill the leader-like NPC. Because of that, their war point was instantly reduced by half. It seemed like this time, they wouldn¡¯t be able to be the MVP.Escaping Mole sighed and shook his head. "Anyway, let¡¯s drag him back."

    ...

    Meanwhile, the battle on the snowy field was over. All the marauders who were stubbornly resisting were killed, and those who threw away their weapons and surrendered were gathered together and driven to an open ce to squat with their hands on their heads.

    The yers on the front line thought of an idea and took off the shackles of the ves to put them on the marauders.

    Those things were made of iron and were much more sturdypared to a rope!

    In order to prevent the ves from escaping, the marauders even added weight to the shackles.

    Those ingenious designs were all used on themselves at the moment.

    Most of the rescued ves stared at yers nkly, not realizing what happened.

    Some people had already reacted, but they still didn¡¯t have any expressions on their faces. They just stood there watching yers putting shackles on those marauders.

    In the vast majority of cases, the ves in the wastnd would not be freed because the original master was killed. At most, they would continue their previous lives with a new master.

    However, it was not always a bad thing to be able to change to a new owner.

    After all, being a marauder¡¯s ve would not only have to work, but also have to be used as ration.

    They would at least have a shack to sleep in if they worked for the survivors in the colony, and they wouldn¡¯t have to worry about being ughtered at night while they were sleeping.

    Until a week ago, there were still nearly 1000 of them. Now, there were only 400 left.

    From that, it was enough to see how miserable their situation was.

    The yers did not take the initiative tomunicate with them, but following the mission on the VM, they assigned a few people to watch over them, so that nothing would happen to them.

    Guards would arrive within an hour and someone would take over them and take them to a refugee shelter for resettlement.

    "Holy shit... We hit the jackpot!" Standing in the back of the captured light truck, Spring Water Commander who opened the door and walked in, nced around the crowdedpartment, his face suddenly filled with surprises.

    Potatoes!

    A whole truckload of potatoes!

    "This truckload of potatoes is less than 5 or 6 tons!" That wasn¡¯t mutated shofar potatoes they were talking about. It was the real pre-war crop. Although it was unknown whether it was an improved variety, even the mostmon varieties were more expensive than mutant crops such as green wheat and shofar potatoes.

    Especially in some settlements of survivors that were more fussy about food, the price of this thing could even be doubled or even tripled.

    These were the information Spring Water Commander had read on the official website.

    In addition to a truckload of potatoes, there were linen bags piled in the corners with grains like rice, wheat, beans, and the like.

    It was quite surprising that these marauders had well-bnced food options.

    ording to thetest grain recovery price from the NPC granary, this truck¡¯s supplies would be worth at least 5,000 to 6,000 silver coins.

    It was even more expensive to buy.

    It wasmon sense in MMORPGS that buying equipment from NPC stores was much more expensive than selling equipment.

    Wastnd Online was simr. The ratio of the early price difference was 1:10, and after several rounds of intion, it gradually increased to 1:3 to 1:4, which could be said to be much better than other games.

    ording to the game¡¯s campaign reward settlement mechanism, these materials would be converted into silver coins as loot, and enter the prize pool of campaign rewards, which would be distributed ording to yers¡¯ war points.

    Probably simr to <em>GTA 5</em>¡¯s heist mode, but not exactly the same.

    Spring Water Commander put his hands together, his expression pious. "Thank you for the gift, nature!"

    The reward was a trivial matter.

    With the batch of supplies, the food crisis at the outpost should be resolved.

    <em>I hope the price of ramen at North Gate Market will stop increasing.</em>

    Eating was one of the great joys of this game, as much as exploring and fighting.

    In particr, the higher the level, the greater the energy consumption, and the food consumption would also increase, which was very reasonable.

    In reality, he couldn¡¯t even finish a bowl of noodles, but in the game he could eat two bowls without burping.

    He could eat however he liked without worrying about gaining weight, diabetes, and high uric acid, and there were foods that he had never seen in reality, let alone taste, which could challenge the limit of your taste buds.

    It was simply amazing!

    In the wooden box in the deepest part of the carriage, there were also some jerky made of unknown meat.

    ording to his experience, it should not be a good thing, so he put the lid back on.

    Jumping outside the truck, Spring Water Commander continued to check the next one, when he happened to hear the excited voices of several of his teammates.

    "Fuck, this truck is awesome! 5, 10, 15... 40! 40 shells! Damn, I haven¡¯t seen them fired before?"

    "What a waste for them to have it!"

    "Hahaha, this is also the same! The loot drop this time is simply amazing!"

    "Let¡¯s set up a bet! I bet our ie from this mission can reach 500!"

    "<em>Gasp¡­</em> Hearing what you said, I¡¯m starting to get anxious."

    "Anxious? What¡¯s there to be anxious about?"

    "The miner¡¯s exoskeleton in the NPC shop seems to have only 8 sets left? I¡¯m afraid it will be emptied in seconds when we go back this time."

    "Damn it! You¡¯re right."

    Hearing that these guys were starting to worry about intion for the developers, Spring Water Commander felt speechless.

    However, hearing that miner exoskeletons, which cost 2,000 silver coins a set, would be sold out, Spring Water Commander couldn¡¯t help but feel nervous too.

    The reason why the god outfit was the god outfit was because it was rare!

    When everyone didn¡¯t have a gun, even an iron-barreled rifle could be regarded as the god weapon. But who would still use that now?

    The same went for exoskeletons.

    At the moment only he and Old White had Miner Type I in the entire server, so it was naturally very effective when showing off.

    But when everyone had it, his magical gear would bemon gear, and the little bit of an advantage he finally had would be gonepletely; he would have to wait for the update of the game again to see if his gic sequence would be buffed or not.

    yers not far away were still counting the spoils, showing off andparing with each other, having a great time.

    It was as fun as opening a loot box.

    Before opening the curtain, no one knew what was inside. After opening it, and using their VM to scan it, they would get two war points.

    More than 20 trucks were not enough for yers to search. In just a short amount of time, yers already searched half of them.

    "Huh? Why is my truck full of shit?" Battlefield Cheerleader couldn¡¯t help saying.

    Spring curiously walked over and nced at it, feeling speechless. "What shit. This stuff is probably a nutritional cream. I heard that the ck ones are made from cockroaches."

    The battlefield man was shocked. "Damn, can anyone eat something so hardcore?"

    "Did you know, the Devil¡¯s Jelly is made the same wah-"

    "Okay, don¡¯t say any more."

    "Yeah¡­ I¡¯m about to vomit."

    "Hahaha, if you say more, Boss Ya is going to be unemployed again!"

    "What the heck, don¡¯t open all the blind boxes! Leave one for this lord! Let me take a look as well!"

    Darkest excitedly opened the curtain and jumped in thest light truck, but as soon as he got inside, a woman¡¯s scream came.

    Everyone looked over at the truck which Darkest jumped in, and saw him, who had just gotten in, jumped out again with an embarrassed expression.

    "There are some girls in the truck... Can you guys find some clothes for them?"

    Spring Water Commander and Battlefield Cheerleader looked at each other, and the surrounding yers also looked at each other in shock.

    "What the fuck?"

    "Damn."

    "Is it so real..."

    "..."

    Anyone could tell what was going on in the truck.

    Although it seemed like something that marauders would do, they didn¡¯t expect the developers to even make this part of the content, and it was still in the testing stage.

    Was this something one could see without spending money?

    Of course, it was not the time to think about that.

    Spring Water Commander thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have seen a truck with cotton-padded clothes just now..."

    Battlefield Cheerleader said immediately, "I will go with you."

    Meanwhile, at the junction of the wastnd and the forest in the northeastern part of Longevity Town, 200 yers and more than 30 NPC guards were walking along the edge of the forest towards the battlefield.

    Due tock of vehicles, they had to go on foot.

    Walking at the front of the team, Tail suddenly nced left and right before frowning.

    Seeing the expression on her face, Sisi asked curiously, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "It¡¯s nothing," Tail shook her head and murmured, "Is it my illusion? Why does it feel like an outing."

    Sisi sighed, "It¡¯s not an illusion. It¡¯s indeed like an outing"

    Many of those two hundred or so yers joined the game in version 0.9 and 0.8. Their average level was LV5, a few were LV6 and LV7. There were even a few LV3 yers who had just gotten their VMs.

    Regardless of whether they were soldiers or had relevant experience in reality, those two people standing here were considered high-level yers at least in terms of their levels.

    "By the way, will it be over when we arrive?"

    The sun had already set.

    It would bepletely dark soon.

    Sisi thought for a moment before replying, "Maybe, but isn¡¯t it a good thing?"

    Tail turned back in surprise. "Huh? Doesn¡¯t that mean that we will go there for nothing?!"

    Sisi nodded, but she continued to exin, "But if you think about it from another angle, if those pros can¡¯t even win the battle against those marauders, what can we do when we get there?"

    "Damn it, the opportunity for me to show my power has slipped away again¡­"

    "Not necessarily." Sisi suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at the snowy slope in front of her.

    The visibility on the snowy day was not very good, and the light at dusk was also very poor, but with their backs to the setting sun, they could still see clearly that on the half-slope in the distance, there were many ck dots moving in their direction fast.

    At almost the same time, Tail also noticed the abnormality.

    She who was the agility type could see farther, and at this distance, her gic sequence was much more useful than the perception sequence.

    "Enemy Ahead! A lot of them! 1, 2, 3... Damn, I lost count, at least 100!"

    Hearing the yer¡¯s warning, Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard team who was in charge of leading the team, immediately raised the binocrs.

    After confirming the situation ahead, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately roared, "Enemies ahead!"

    "Suspected marauder deserter!"

    "Prepare for battle!"

 Chapter 233.1: Where Did So Many People Come From?

    Steel Teeth couldn¡¯t believe what he saw if he hadn¡¯t seen it with his own eyes.

    The sound of gunshots from the opposite snowy slope was endless, and bullets flew around in the sky like raindrops.

    The two snow slopes were separated by at least 600 to 700 meters. Without professional sights, it was not easy to hit people, but with the dense barrage of bullets, it was unlikely to miss anything.

    Hundreds of rifles fired almost simultaneously, and they were caught off guard for a while.

    In just a few breaths, 4 marauders fell to the ground and rolled down the snow slope.

    Unfortunately, they were in a position at the moment. Half of the group was on the half slope, and the other half was on the top of the slope.

    Plus they were facing the sunlight inbat.

    Looking to the west, a huge setting sun was still hanging in the sky, and the whole snow slope was like ayer of gold ting. The higher the slope, the harder it was for them to see.

    Steel Teeth couldn¡¯t even count the number of people on the other side, he just thought that at least twopanies of survivors were charging at him in the sunlight, and people were everywhere on the snowy field."Boss! There are many people ahead!"

    "They¡¯re pushing towards us!"

    "God of big horned deer, please grant me the power of a monster and the agility of a deer..."

    "God damn it, just how many people do they have?!"

    "Have all the people in the entire northern suburbse?!"

    There was chaos all around.

    Knowing that it was not time to fight at this moment, Steel Teeth made a decisive decision and shouted loudly, "Go north! Run into the woods!"

    Crossing the forest was a risky decision.

    The terrain in the woods would be much more difficult to walk than that on the ins, and they may bump into meat-eating mutants such as mutant brown bears and snow wolves.

    ording to his original n of march, they would head west along the edge of the forest, then pass through the ruins north of Clearspring City, bypass the old school site, and head north to Remote Creek Town.

    But who would have thought that they would bump into so many people just as they touched the edge of the forest?

    Steel Teeth felt like shit at the moment.

    Numerous squad leaders received orders and immediately led their followers to run to the north.

    Looking from a distance, the scene of more than 200 people chasing another group of people on the white snow was like herding a pack of sheep.

    It was just that the continuous gunshots were more exciting than herding sheep.

    "Stop!"

    "Don¡¯t run!"

    "The marauder in front, dare to stop and fight me?"

    "My broadsword is already thirsty for blood!"

    "Wait! Damn it, these NPCs run so fast!"

    The people in the back were shouting excitedly, whereas the people in front were shouting in panic, but of course, they couldn¡¯t understand each other.

    Following in the footsteps of the Company Leader, Beaver looked back in horror, only to see many bays gleaming brightly in the snow.

    There were still four hundred meters away, but those people had already put on the bay.

    <em>Are they all crazy?!</em>

    "What kind of monsters are we fighting..." Iron Knee was out of breath.

    "I don¡¯t know, if I can, I don¡¯t want toe back. Damn it, we should go east and throw this rotten bone to Lion Fang and the others to chew!"

    "By the way, did you hear the previous explosion? I feel like they have at least 10 cannons..."

    "There was at least one brigade in the northeast, and now there are at least two chasing us. Are there so many people in the entire northern suburbsbined!"

    "They are out of their minds?! They are crazy!"

    Hearing the panicked talk of his subordinates, Steel Teeth didn¡¯t even have time to scold them.

    When he finally touched the edge of the forest, he breathed a sigh of relief.

    Looking back at the dozen or so corpses left on the snow, Steel Teeth¡¯s heart ached, but he turned his head back while clenching his teeth. "Run in the direction of due north! We will meet at Remote Creek Town!"

    Probably many people would fall behind along the way, but it was better to escape than to be captured by the survivors...

    ...

    "Damn it, I let these bad guys run away!"

    Seeing the squads disappear into the woods, Tail stabbed her gun into the snow, panting while resting on the barrel after she ran to the edge of the woods.

    She almost caught up with them!

    Unfortunately, the snow on the ground was so thick that in some ces it was calf-deep, and in some ces it already reached the knee or even the thigh, making it impossible to run at all.

    Tail couldn¡¯t help but think of Roshan.

    <em>If only my bear was here¡­</em>

    After waiting for a while, Sisi and the other yers caught up from behind.

    "Tail, are you okay?"

    "I¡¯m okay, but it¡¯s a pity that I almost caught up with them!"

    Looking at the frustrated Tail, Sisi looked up at the forest in front and said helplessly. "Enmm... After all, they didn¡¯t even go through the regr routine before they started running."

    These people were really cowardly, so it was naturally impossible to catch them.

    Didn¡¯t the NPC in the exoskeleton in front also fail to stop them?

    Seeing that the deputy captain of the guard stopped at the edge of the forest, fired a few shots into the forest, and then walked back, it seemed that he didn¡¯t intend to chase in.

    Sisi said in an encouraging tone, "But Tail did great today."

    Hearing thepliment, the original frustrated Tail couldn¡¯t help but lift up her head and said proudly, "Of course, I¡¯m awesome!"

    Sisi smiled. "... Really?"

    "What do you mean?"

    ...@@novelbin@@

    After running for a while in the forest, Steel Teeth slowed down his escape and gathered his subordinates until it waspletely dark.

    Looking at the sparsely gathered 50 men, his heart sank slightly.

    Although it was expected that some people would fall behind, he did not expect that there would be so many.

    The panting Beaver stepped forward and made a suggestion to a Company Leader. "... Brothers are already exhausted. If we continue to run, I am afraid that more people will fall behind. Since those survivors did not catch up with us, I propose to camp here, rest until dawn, and then continue on the road. In this way, we can also wait for those who fall behind."

    Another squad leader, Iron Knee, echoed, "I agree... The temperature at night is too low, and it¡¯s too dangerous to walk!"

    It was dark and they couldn¡¯t see anything. Who knows what was hidden in the snow?

    If they continued to walk, probably few people would be able to walk out of this forest alive.

    Steel Teeth thought it made sense, so he nodded. "Okay."

    Hearing this sentence, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the tree beside them exhausted.

    Everyone was tired. Some even fell asleep standing up.

    Rubbing his frozen hands, a marauder¡¯s voice trembled, "I really want to make a fire..."

    When everyone heard what he said, there were bitter expressions on their faces.

    <em>Make a fire?</em>

    <em>Here?</em>

    <em>Is he crazy?</em>

    Although the survivors didn¡¯t seem to chase into the forest, they didn¡¯t think that those people would just let them go.

    Perhaps the hunters were nearby, just waiting for a chance to rx before rushing up to slit their throats.

    Even if they were resting, many people were still nervous, holding guns as cold as ice cubes, not daring to rx their vignce at all.

    The night gradually deepened, the moonlight shed in the woods, and the surroundings were quiet.

    The marauders who fell behind gradually caught up one after another, but after all, only a few were able to catch up, and there was still no news of most of them.

    Steel Teeth could only pray that they were still alive, could walk out of this forest, and reach Remote Creek Town smoothly to join them.

    There was a scowl on Steel Teeth¡¯s face. For the first time since he followed in ck Snake¡¯s footsteps south, he felt lost about the future.

    At this moment, the sound of someone walking on the snow came from the darkness. He immediately raised the gun and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

    "Who is it?!" Steel Teeth hissed.

    Around Steel Teeth, guns were raised one after another.

    "It¡¯s me! Don¡¯t shoot!" In the darkness, a man walked out with his hands raised, his weather-beaten face full of anxiety.

    Seeing the face clearly, Steel Teeth breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the gun.

    "He¡¯s one of our own."

 Chapter 233.2: Where Did So Many People Come From?

    It was Yu, one of his old subordinates.

    Although it was a pity that during the Winter Willow Camp battle, he lost to his opponent, his strength was not weak, and he was also an ability user.

    After withdrawing from Clearspring City, Yu was transferred by ck Snake and trained as a Company Leader by his side.

    He didn¡¯t expect that they would meet again, and it would be like that.

    Steel Teeth put away the gun and looked at him. "Aren¡¯t you with ck Snake? What¡¯s going on over there?"

    Although he knew that it was mostly bad news, he still asked a question with a trace of hope.

    A bitter expression appeared on Yu¡¯s face. "It¡¯s all over. Except for a few who ran away, the rest arepletely doomed."

    Before Steel Teeth spoke, Beaver beside him said anxiously. "It¡¯s all over?! How is it possible... There were more than 600 people, even if they were defeated, it would still take a while for them to be all caught."

    When he said this, there was an expression of disbelief on his face.Steel Teeth¡¯s expression was the same. He also found it hard to believe.

    No matter how bad the situation was, even if all the supplies were lost, it should be no problem for 200 or so people to escape, right?

    At Remote Creek Town, they could regroup and reunite under the banner of ck Snake.

    However, after hearing Beaver¡¯s words, the bitterness on Yu¡¯s face became even stronger.

    After a moment of silence, Yu recalled what happened a few hours ago, and said slowly. "The fire was burning, at least 10 shells... No, maybe 20, fell on our position. Then they started charging. There were sounds of whistles in all directions. We could only retreat north, but the situation quickly got worse.¡±

    "Their vehicles were moving extremely fast on the snow, like sleds, and our armored pickups gotpletely stuck in the snow and were destroyed one by one.¡±

    "Automatic rifles, machine guns... There was also a kind of gun with a long barrel that can prate steel tes. Their firepower is very strong, and we suffered heavy casualties as soon as we engaged in the fight with them.¡±

    "It wasn¡¯t even just firepower, they fought us hand to hand with axes and bays, but we were still no match for them."

    There was a trace of fear on the faces of everyone around.

    Usually, it was them who took the initiative tounch hand-to-handbat, using incendiary bombs and projectiles to force the defenders out of cover, and then charged with bays.

    They would usually use those tactics when they wanted to conserve their ammunition.

    But it was the first time for them to meet a group of survivors that were more brutal than them...

    Still unable to believe these words, Beaver hurriedly asked, "What about that? Don¡¯t we have that... That thing called a tank?"

    They could blow up armored pickup trucks, but there was no way they would be able to blow up a tank.

    Yu shook his head. "It was blown up."

    In just four words, the surrounding air froze. Everyone listening on the side held their breath involuntarily.

    <em>It was blown up?</em>

    <em>The vehicle that weighed dozens of tons got blown up?</em>

    Steel Teeth¡¯s expression slightly twitched. He couldn¡¯t help calling what happened when he was looting a survivor colony in the central region.

    At that time, they fell into a difficult situation and were unable to capture the colony for a long time.

    The locals got a cannon out of nowhere which caused them to suffer heavy casualties in the process of attacking the fortress.

    The situation didn¡¯t improve until their brigademander, ck Snake, got a tank from the leader.

    When the shells struck that tank, it barely tickled.

    The originally despairing fortification was also like paper in front of that steel crawler, and it effortlessly pierced through it and ughtered the defenders.

    And now, someone actually told him that the mighty steel monster was blown up?

    What the hell could blow it up?!

    "... We were besieged by at least 2 brigades, and these survivors were likely supported by Boulder Town.¡±

    "We are not their opponents, neither is Lion Fang.¡±

    "It was a bad decision to target them from the start, and a more serious mistake is that we thought we could end this war in the winter."

    <em>2 brigades?!</em>

    The people around were whispering, and their faces were no longer just fear, but the terror that could be seen with the naked eye.

    Steel Teeth looked equally solemn.

    In addition to fear, he also did not understand that if these people were so strong, why did those people struggle to fight them off a month ago?

    Steel Teeth remembered very well that he had brought only one hundred people to support the besieged the Vanguard.

    Although they didn¡¯t get anything after fighting for a day, they also destroyed a team of elites.

    At that time, his evaluation of the strength of the survivors in this area was not high, and he estimated that they had 200 people at most.

    He even believed that if he was given more people, he would be able to capture this ce without help from his superior, ck Snake. But now, the people who escaped from the front line told him that there were 2 brigades attacking them.

    Only a single winter had passed, but thebat power of the local survivors increased by 10 times. How did these people do it?!

    <em>How the fuck do they have so many people in such a short amount of time?</em>

    <em>Their expansion rate is too ridiculous!</em>

    Steel Teeth pondered for a while. "...We must go to Remote Creek Town as soon as possible and pass the information to our friendly forces."

    He and Lion Fang were considered to be from the same n, both from the Fang n, so Lion Fang probably wouldn¡¯t give him a hard time.

    Beaver, Iron Knee, and other squad leaders nced at each other but did not dare to speak.@@novelbin@@

    To be honest, after hearing Yu¡¯s description, they didn¡¯t want to go to Remote Creek Town.

    They just wanted to get out of here and escape from the southern part of the River Valley Province, as far away as possible...

    ...

    Entrance to the Interprovincial Highway.

    The convoy loaded with supplies had been moved to a rtively high road.

    Although a battle broke out on the way, the reinforcements led by Liu Ding arrived at the front line before dark.

    The battle was long over.

    yers even picked up rocks and firewood to start a fire, cleared an open space on the road, and boiled potatoes.

    Many yers were both Combat Profession yers and Lifestyle Profession yers.

    For example, Tomato Eggs.

    As one of the veteran yers who joined the game in the early version, he was not only a cook, but also a constitution type ability user.

    He leaned the gun aside, picked up the snow, washed his hands, and started cooking with the pot and spat.

    The air in the temporary camp was filled with the aroma of the food, and the yers couldn¡¯t stay idle, so for a while, it was as lively as a festival.

    The captives chained to the side were swallowing hard, but they didn¡¯t dare to ask for food.

    Soon, two yers walked over holding their noses, and dropped a bucket full of nutritional cream on the ground.

    "Eat."

    Although the nutritional cream was frozen like ice cubes, the captives didn¡¯t dislike it at all; some people almost got into a fight because they didn¡¯t get some.

    Several yers stood aside and watched while chatting.

    "Speaking of which, where did we send all the captives?"

    "Longevity Town seems to have a prison, and I remember the outpost also has one as well."

    "Can such a small prison hold so many people?"

    "Not everyone will live in a house. I heard that there seems to be abor camp north of Linghu Lake. Probably they will be sent there to open up the wastnd."

    "Are they going to be sent to dig potatoes? It sounds very exciting."

    On the other side, the rescued ves were also given some rations and firewood.

    Liu Ding selected a few of them who could cook and set up arge pot in the open space to cook porridge.

    After the hot porridge entered their stomachs, those people¡¯s faces gradually showed relieved expressions.

    Their new owner didn¡¯t seem bad.

    Not only did they not eat them, but they even gave them something warm to eat.

    Many people began to have hope for their future.

    After trotting to Liu Ding¡¯s side, Lu Bei stood at attention and gave a military salute. "Sir! The statistics report has beenpleted. A total of 488 ves are liberated! And a total of 257 prisoners of war are captured!"

    <em>Nearly seven hundred people in total. </em>

    Liu Ding nodded. He then reached out and pressed on the earphone, reporting the situation on the front line to the headquarters.

    Then, the headquarters instructed them to rest on the spot for half an hour before bringing all supplies and prisoners of war to Longevity Town, and the liberated survivors to the temporary shelter.

    "You go and inform our soldiers that we will leave in half an hour."

    "Yes sir!" Lu Bei said sinctly.

    After speaking, this young man trotted in the direction of the yers.

    After conveying the administrator¡¯s instructions, Liu Ding looked at the rescued ves beside him.

    Amongst 488 people, most of them were young adults, 70% male, and 30% female. There were almost no elderly people and not a single child.

    It was clearly not a normal age structure. Obviously, there was only one possibility.

    "... Those animals¡­"

    ncing at the captives not far away fighting over nutritional creams, Liu Ding cursed in his heart, turned, and walked towards the truck.

    He needed to issue a mission, and recruit yers who could drive to drive back the seized trucks.

    The rest could only walk, including himself.

    ...

    "It¡¯s all right, the bad guys have been driven away by us." With her cat ears twitching gently, Sesame Pasteforted the crying girl while squatting in the snow.

    Not far away, Night Ten and Gale, who were carrying sniper rifles, finally walked back from the north.

    "God damn it, why do I feel like a passerby in this battle again?"

    Looking at the swearing Night Ten, Ample Time, who was peeling potatoes, said casually. "No, your intelligence is very useful, and what you do is also in line with the positioning of a scout."

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t help but grumble, "Sigh, although that¡¯s true, I didn¡¯t even fire a single shot after waiting for two days! How is this reasonable?"

    Even those little rookies also joined the battle¡­

    Ample Time smiled and said, "Isn¡¯t that a good thing? The bullets saved are all yours now."

    In the current version, in the war between factions, bullets would be issued before the mission started, and yers could keep them if they didn¡¯t finish using them.

    That was also the reason why many yers liked to fight with bays.

    They could miss once, and if they missed a second time, it would be a huge loss. So many yers felt that it was much better to go to hand-to-handbat. After all, ordinary marauders were no match for yers at all.

    But recently, such a trend started to show signs of declining.

    Mission ie was increased again and again, but the price of bullets was still the same. Moreover, the soldier upation would also get a 10% discount when buying bullets, and the supplies were no longer that scarce.

    Sometimes yers saving bullets was purely a habit, and not many people were that miserly anymore.

    Night Ten rolled his eyes. He squatted beside Ample Time, picked up a potato, and also started peeling.

    The dry rations he brought with him had already been finished. He was very hungry at the moment, and he just wanted to eat a hot meal quickly.

    "Where¡¯s Old White?" Ample Time asked casually.

    "Something came up in real life, so he logged out after war points came out. His character is currently lying on the truck. You two will need to help me to carry him back to the save pointter."

    Night Ten smiled. "Ah, this... Would Old White really trust me so much?"

    Gale nced at him and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do?"

    Night Ten grinned and said, "Haha, nothing, I was just thinking about painting him a beard or something."

    Ample Time rolled his eyes. "Can you take a break?"

    Gale coughed lightly and said, "Are you sure you want to break the trust between us? We all have times when we need to do something in back in real life..."

    Night Ten fell into a moment of a daze when he heard this, and then he mumbled with an awkward smile, "Uh, I was just kidding."

 Chapter 234: Fuel Engine

    Before 12:00 in the morning, the convoy finally arrived at Longevity Town.

    The yers also returned to the outpost one after another or went offline at the save point.

    Many people also experienced symptoms such as fever, fatigue, and dizziness before going offline.

    After reading the walkthrough posts on the forum, they immediately understood what was going on, and then all found a nurturing cabin to lie down.

    Near the save point, joy was in the air.

    "Hey man, you are here too?"

    "Hahaha, there are so many people here. What a coincidence!"

    "My requirements are not high. I just hope that they will give me a super rare talent!"

    "How¡¯s that not high?!""May the developers bless me. If I can get an invincible talent, I don¡¯t mind everyone else here bing single forever."

    "The developers said that they got it, and said that they will arrange for you to get a talent of bing a <em>futa</em>."

    "What the heck?!"

    The yers who showed signs of awakening celebrated with each other excitedly, and the yers who were still a little bit behind all had expressions of envy and hatred on their faces.

    Although the talent hidden in the gic sequence had been decided from the moment they logged into the game, and there was no way to change the n, Chu Guang was still very happy for them.

    This battle had gained him at least ten ability users.

    The number may even reach 20 after some time.

    It was a big step forward from getting apany of ability users.

    Standing next to the warehouse in Longevity Town, Chu Guang looked at the trucks full of supplies and the yers who were getting stronger, with a gratifying smile on his face.

    <em>My cute little yers leveled up again.</em>

    <em>Very nice.</em>

    ...

    The yers who went offline brought the battle situation of the front line to the forum, and shared the joy of victory with the Lifestyle Profession yers in the rear and the cloud gamers who were still queuing for the invitations.

    In addition, they also uploaded a few cinematic in-game photos that had been reviewed to show off on the forum.

    On Chu Guang¡¯s side, he finally got the battle report he had been waiting for all day.

    The first was the road entrance intercepting battle. There were 227 yers participating in the battle, against the four heavily armedpanies of marauders under ck Snake, as well as a total of 628 people in the logistics transport team and artillery team.

    Among them, 17 yers were killed (including the seriously injured) and 33 were injured.

    A total of 371 marauders were killed and 257 prisoners were captured. No statistics were made on those who escaped in the chaos, but it was estimated that there were only about 10 to 20 people.

    Among the captives were a Company Leader and two Staff Officers.

    To Chu Guang¡¯s slight regret, Brigade Commander ck Snake was killed while fleeing, and his yer failed to catch him alive.

    But it didn¡¯t matter anymore, catching the Staff Officers was the same. What he wanted to know from ck Snake could be asked from his Staff Officers.

    And if it was something that he couldn¡¯t get from ck Snake¡¯s Staff Officers, he basically wouldn¡¯t be able to get from ck Snake even if he was caught.

    The prisoners who had an interrogation value were temporarily held in Longevity Town, and the worthless prisoners were handed over to Luca.

    Recently, Chu Guang nned to build abor camp north of Linghu Lake, responsible for reiming the wastnd there.

    Although thebor camp was still a bare open space, he would give the prisoners of war a dozen logging axes to build their own cells.

    He was being very considerate, but if they wanted to run away¡­ He weed them to try it.

    In addition to the captives, there were 488 freed ves.

    It was said that there were 2,000 people at the beginning, and only half of them survived in winter, but 488 was all they had left.

    Most of them were youngborers, and many of them were craftsmen like Wu Mu, the director of a paper mill. They were proficient in construction, forging, nting, animal husbandry and even simple medical skills, or arithmetic, literacy and other skills.

    Most of them came from the central and northern parts of the River Valley Province, but also some other parts of the south. Most of them were captured by the marauders when they ransacked their viges, and they could be said to have suffered both mental and physical torture along the way.

    Chu Guang intended to temporarily ce them in refugee camps and let them take literacy sses with the refugees to learn literacy, numeracy and geometry.

    Only an educated workforce could be a quality workforce, and those people would be the foundation of industrialization.

    Although there would be some pressure on food supply in the short term, in the long run, this investment was definitely worth it.

    Besides, Chu Guang just got a batch of grain from marauders. ording to rough statistics, there were about 84 tons of grains, of which half were potatoes, 30% were rice, and the rest were all kinds of misceneous grains.

    In addition, there were 21 tons of nutritional paste, presumably the marauders used to feed the ves. It just happened that it could be used as rations for the prisoners of war.

    "... We seized a total of 25 trucks, which carried, in addition to grain, arge amount of cotton products and untreated cotton, as well as animal skins.¡±

    "In terms of weapons, those marauders used mainly Army-style weapons, including 610 Ripper rifles, 50 Pu-9 submachine guns, 98 de assault rifles, and a small number of iron-barreled rifles and square leader pistols.¡±

    "Ammunition-wise, they have 60,000 rounds of 7mm bullets on their trucks, and a handful of other calibers. 100 Armour Fist Bazookas and 150 100mm rounds and so on."

    While reporting the statistics, Wrench handed Chu Guang a list.

    In addition to weapons, food, and things to keep warm, there were a few other supplies on the list.

    There were things like gold and various types of wine.

    Those marauders not only inherited the Army¡¯s equipment, but also their habit of liking gold and alcohol.

    ncing through the entire list, Chu Guang had only one feeling in his heart.@@novelbin@@

    <em>These guys are so damn rich.</em>

    <em>Just how much supplies did the Bonechewer n inherit from the army¡¯s expeditionary force?</em>

    <em>These supplies may not be enough to arm a regiment, but it¡¯s more than enough to arm a reinforcedpany or battalion.</em>

    <em>If every brigade were this rich...</em>

    Putting down the list in his hand, Chu Guang sighed softly. "I have to thank those people for sending these supplies from thousands of miles away using express delivery service. In order to not let them down, I will definitely use it well."

    Wrench was confused.

    <em>Express Delivery? What is that?</em>

    But it was not the first time he¡¯s heard words he¡¯d never heard of before from Chu Guang, so it didn¡¯t surprise him much.

    Wrench knew very well that in front of the vast ocean-like knowledge of the administrator, what he understood was just like a drop of water in the ocean, and it was normal for him not to understand.

    "The caliber of the Army Rifle is also 7mm, but the lengths of the cartridges are different, so they are notpatible with our weapons... It¡¯s a pity that these 60,000 rounds of bullets are not going to help us much."

    Wrench nodded and said, "Yes, but their Pu-9 submachine gun is a good thing. Although it is less powerful than our short Sickle, it¡¯s much easier to control."

    The short Sickle was also known as the LD-47C, a short-barreled version of the Sickle assault rifle, a submachine gun with an automatic rifle receiver that fired full-power rounds.

    Compared with the short Sickle, the Pu-9 submachine gun was mainly designed for street fighting environments and trench sweeping. Its ideal fighting distance was within 50 meters, and there was rarely a chance to be used in a fight that was more than 100 meters.

    At this distance, small-caliber, high-rate submachine guns would have certain advantages. With the expansion of the magazine or drum, it could even burst out a firepower that was not inferior to the machine gun in a short time.

    Chu Guang picked up one from the truck and yed with it for a while, with an expression of interest in his eyes.

    The weight of it was very light, less than 3 kilograms.

    The shape was a bit like a Thompson submachine gun, but just the oblique grip looked like it, and the internal structure was obviously not the same.

    Chu Guang loaded a magazine and fired several shots at the snowdrift beside him.

    That noise, like tearing a cloth, sounded very crisp and pleasant, but it felt a little less powerful.

    "It¡¯s still very effective against normal Crunchers or Suicide Bombers, but it¡¯s a bit difficult to deal with Creepers, and it probably won¡¯t be able to break the defense of Tyrants.

    "It¡¯s also good for mutant cockroaches, mice, and hyenas. The high rate of fire can make up for theck of uracy, and it¡¯s not difficult to control at close range, so it¡¯s suitable for dealing with slightly weaker targets.

    "However, if it¡¯s used to fight cockroaches, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not going to be worth it."

    Chu Guang turned on the safety of the gun, put it back on the truck, and gave a pertinent evaluation. "It can be used by neers."

    The neers mentioned here were not new yers who had just entered the game, but the yers whose level was between LV2 to LV5.

    Most of them hadpleted the Passing The Torch mission, mastered the basicbat or survival ability, and graduated from their masters. And most of their contributions had reached citizens, having enough money to buy the user interface.

    ording to the economic system designed by Chu Guang for yers, yers at this stage could change their gears the second time within 3 to 7 days, recing iron-barreled rifles or crossbows with modern weapons, and from then on, they could experience aplete content of the game.

    However, the LD series weapons designed for the current development environment of the shelter was actually not suitable for neers.

    Especially the intelligence type yers. If their initial intelligence attribute was 7, usually their strength would only be 3. During the first 10 levels, they would have one opportunity to add 1 point of strength, and the awakening would give them another point of strength. So basically, only when they reached LV10 would they have 5 points of strength¡­ which was the average level of a normal adult.

    It would still be a bit difficult to operate the LD-47 assault rifle without the aid of an exoskeleton or mechanical prosthesis.

    For them, it was a good choice to use the weapons of other factions that were designed for ordinary people to transition.

    After checking the weapons, Chu Guang went straight to thest vehicle of the convoy.

    An armored pickup truck was parked there.

    It was also the only one of the 8 armored pickup trucks that was still intact. The others were either slightly damaged and needed to be repaired before they could be used, or they were simply blown up and couldn¡¯t be repaired.

    Chu Guang was curious about this vehicle, especially its power source.

    After opening the hood to check, Chu Guang walked to the rear of the truck and found the fuel tank on the trunk.

    The location of the fuel tank was very cleverly hidden. The front was the cab, the sides were armored steel tes, and a protective cover was added on it to ce the base for fixing the machine gun.

    Unless it was hit directly from behind, or the side armor was directly prated, it was basically impossible to hit the fuel tank.

    Chu Guang opened the fuel tank cap, stretched out his index finger to touch it, and then sniffed his finger.

    The smell was very light, not very vtile, and the oil was thick, a bit like diesel.

    "Diesel engine?"

    Wrench was dazed slightly. "What is that¡­¡­"

    Chu Guang wiped his hands and said casually, "Nothing, a type of oil-burning engine, which should be considered an antique feature."

    Fossil-fuel engines were really old fashioned rtive to this world.

    Civilian-grade solid-state hydrogen batteries had already been poprized in the Prosperity Era, and some special equipment even used metal hydrogen batteries, which werepletely separated from chemical energy and use cold fusion technology.

    No matter how advanced it was, fossil fuel engines were still considered the bottleneck of technical advancement. But with the continuous innovation of energy storage methods and energy technologies, it was only a matter of time before they were eliminated.

    However, when civilization declined, much of the technology that had been swept into the grave seemed to be unearthed again.

    Looking at Wrench, Chu Guang continued to ask, "Did you see the fuel on those trucks? They were probably in barrels, like the liquid in this tank."

    Wrench was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a while, nodded and said, "I seem to have seen it, but I thought it was the oil used to make the incendiary bottle, and it was counted in the raw material item. It should be on the list I gave you earlier."

    Chu Guang took a look at the list, and sure enough, in the raw material item, he found the item, Burning Agent.

    The reserves of these marauders were still quiterge. There were 10 tin barrels with a capacity of 200 liters, and some were packed in small barrels of 5 liters.

    This amount may not be enough to supply a whole convoy, but it was enough to support a few armored pickup trucks.

    Chu Guang frowned slightly.

    Grain could be looted from survivor settlements, but it may be difficult to obtain fuel that way.

    After all, they were on the wastnd.

    Survivor settlements with industrial capabilities were definitely in the minority. Even if there was production of alkane fuels, it was difficult to immediately find the suitable one without a unified production standard.

    "The Bonechewer n may have control of an oil well with uncertain production capacity, and reserve size, or other special fuel production facility.

    "What is certain is that this fuel contains alkanes. It¡¯s at least not cooking oil.

    "Could it be an oil crop?"

    Oil was not just a fuel, it was also an important industrial raw material.

    At present, themon organic chemical raw materials in Clearspring City mainly came from the Camu Tree nted in the gathering ces of survivors of all sizes.

    The fruit of the tree could produce oil, and its resin was also high-quality rubber. It was a kind of nt that was not umon in the central area of the ??Central Continent, and the technology to utilize a tree like that was invented in the pre-war era.

    With this information silently recorded in his heart, Chu Guang thought for a moment, then looked at Wrench and ordered. "Send this fuel to the outpost."

    It was better to let Yin Fang identify the ingredients of it and find out if it was dug out of the ground or produced through something.

    That guy used to be a D-level prospector of the Academy. He must know more about the wastnd than him who had juste to this world for less than a year. He definitely also knew more than Hyrja who just came out of the nurturing cabin and Xia Yan, who believed in urban legends.

    If theposition and production method of the fuel could be determined, it would be able to help Chu Guang gain a moreprehensive understanding of the Bonechewer n.

    And it was definitely more reliable than the information he obtained from the prisoners.

    After all, most of those prisoners were not educated, and it was easy for them to add their own imagination when exining problems, and sometimes the information they provided was extremely confusing. Most of the time, it was not that they didn¡¯t want to confess, it was that they didn¡¯t understand it themselves.

    Chu Guang still remembered the Torch Church believer who called the cor used to enve the Deathw a miracle product.

    Wrench earnestly responded, "Yes sir. Do you want me to send it over now?"

    Chu Guang thought for a while and said, "Do it early tomorrow, no rush."

    After noting down the administrator¡¯s instructions, Wrench was about to leave to instruct the guards to unload the goods. But then he suddenly remembered something and continued, "By the way, sir, in addition to the oil, there is also something else on the truck. We¡¯ve tried to figure out what it is for a long time, but we don¡¯t understand what it is. We¡¯ve also asked the prisoners about it, but all they could tell us was that it belonged to ck Snake."

    Chu Guang became curious and said immediately, "Take me to see it."

    "Yes sir! Please follow me." Wrench led Chu Guang to the back of the truck quickly.

    After two guards got on the truck, a wooden box was carried out.

    When Chu Guang opened the box, he was stunned.

    <em>This thing...</em>

    <em>Isn¡¯t this the device hanging from the neck of Deathw he kept in the shed at the west gate?</em>

    Chu Guang asked, "How many of these are there?"

    The guard replied, "We did an inventory check, there are 37 in total."

    A thrilled expression instantly appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face.

    <em>37!</em>

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>It seems that after the person who could perform the operation was taken away, these marauders didn¡¯t know how to use these things, so they just left them on the truck.</em>

    <em>The intelligence type yers will be epicly enhanced!</em>

    <em>It would be different from the previous times¡­ This time, they would be really strengthened! </em>

 Chapter 235.1: Zookeeping

    While Chu Guang was busy counting his loot, Wastnd Online¡¯s official website forum was bustling with excitement.

    Throughout the entire winter, chaos from the north had been guing the southern border of the River Valley Province.

    And on that day itself, a hearty epic victory dispelled all the dark clouds in an instant!

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>Operation "Spring Thunder" Completed Sessfully<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>The battle report has been published and sent to yers¡¯ personal mailbox and the in-game VM.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>Thanks to therge number of materials seized during the battle, the food supply has returned to normal, the Wartime Regtions ended ahead of schedule, and the purchase of restricted resource items is reopened. All yers participating in the battle, in addition to contribution points and regional prestige, will get Guo Bull, Guo Horse, Luca, Wrench and other NPC¡¯s favorability +5.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Additional facilities in Longevity Town: </strong>Two 100mm howitzers<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Light: </strong>Thank you all for your active participation, this battle has provided us with valuable data. The production of the Alpha 1.0 version has entered the final stage and will beunched together with the new expansion, so stay tuned!<strong>]</strong>

    Tail: Oh!!Quit Smoking: Mosquito is awesome! Of course, the developers are awesome too!

    Ample Time: This is incredible, no, it should be said that this group of developers are too incredible!

    Night Ten: Mosquito said with tears in his eyes that after 8 versions, from Bloodhand to Bonechewer, he finally became an MVP. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Mosquito: Goblin Technology has nowunched a new product! 88mm mortar! There is also a Hell¡¯s Breath wood-powered motorcycle! It consumes 15 kilograms of wood for every 100 kilometers traveled, and is very easy to use!

    Irene: There is an advertisement here, would the moderators please block him? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Bathroom Goer: Damn it, am I not good? I blew up 7 vehicles and scared 1 to death!

    Sideline cking: Our team blew up a tank. (Smug face)

    Escaping Mole: Our team killed the Brigade Commander!

    Midnight Pubg: I have 20 kills.

    Spring Water Commander: So what? Are your scores higher than our team¡¯s?

    Teng Teng: Everyone is amazing, please don¡¯t quarrel. QAQ

    Night Ten: You don¡¯t understand, this is their way of bragging. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: When I have enough money to buy an exoframe, I will apany you to the front line!

    Darkest: You¡¯re even more cowardly than Spring Water Commander. (Surprised)

    Spring Water Commander: How am I cowardly?! (Angry)

    Not only the yers were happy, but also the tens of thousands of cloud gamers who were still waiting for the invitations.

    A 2 minute footage, 20 concept art posts, and a promotional video...

    And they were actually all made during actualbat!

    Isn¡¯t this more promising than the games made by <em>EA</em>?!

    Market Donkeyrider: s, if the actual gamey can be half as good as the promotional video, I can die without regrets.

    Irene: The alpha test yers can all tell you confidently that the promotional video is only half of the actual gamey. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Can¡¯t Touch: Please stop testing it, it¡¯s alreadyplete. I just want to y the semi-finished product. Please give me a chance!

    Silver Hand: Is the production team short of money? Have they considered crowdfunding?

    Silver Sword: Do they need venture capital?

    Lightning Professor: With such awesome technology, I¡¯d advise the gamepany to go public directly.

    Feel The Pain: Speaking of which, is it really okay for the actual gamey to be so exciting?

    Siberian Potatoes: Yes, what if I have a heart attack?

    Gale: I heard that this helmet uses a dream visualization technology, which ispletely out of the traditional visual visualization technology. Simply put, the pictures you see in the game are probably the same as what you dreamed about when you were dreaming. There won¡¯t be too much sensory stimtion beyond what you can handle. This kind of stimtion includes pain and various physiological aspects... Although I have searched for a long time and have not found the relevant literature, they actually did it.

    Night Ten: The shelter¡¯s technology is so scary. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Lightning Professor: I have a question, can you do bad things in the game?

    Old White: At present, only thewful faction is open to yers. It can be regarded as an orthodox MMORPG, but the yability and freedom are still much stronger than the mainstream MMOs. You can feel that the NPCs in this game are alive, they have their own unique morals and things they like and dislike. You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn¡¯t affect other people¡¯s gaming experience.

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao, what¡¯s the point of that? The lord likes PK, and uses aimbot. Even a dog wouldn¡¯t want to y this garbage game!

    Gale: FYI, there is no game in this world that can be enjoyed by seven billion people. (Side nce)

    Night Ten: Petting Brother Lord¡¯s dog¡¯s head, pleasee back to our group, the group is less fun without you. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    This time, Arrogant Lord didn¡¯t do a good job in taunting. Everyone said that his replies were just too weak and soon, they were drowned in the replies of others.

    Well, things like that was perfectly normal.

    Even if he was a troll, it was impossible for him to be in a peak troll state every day.

    After counting the spoils, Chu Guang took a look at the forum and found that 90% of the posts in the general chat subforum were discussing the promotional video.

    From theunch of the rockets to the charge under the whistle, the camera switched between the perspective of the drone and the yers, showing the shocking light and shadow effects, and presenting a scene like a real battlefield.

    For the more exciting scenes, the drone controlled by Little Seven specially gave a few close-ups.

    For example, the awakened strength type yer carried a machine gun like Rambo, and shot out from the billowing smoke.

    Or, on the charging tracked vehicle, the cannons kept shooting, harvesting the marauder¡¯s armored pickup trucks.

    It was also worth mentioning that the video was cut by Little Seven following the style of Chu Guang¡¯sst promotional video.

    As for the BGM, it was also copied from the radio.

    While The Voice of Boulder Town would talk 20 hours of bullshit a day, asionally there would be some useful information and good music interspersed in it.

    At present, the BGM was added to the official original soundtrack, which could be listened to online or downloaded and saved. It was widely praised by manyizens, and they all wanted to know who theposer was.

    However, it had nothing to do with Light.

    Light was just a little game nner! They should go ask the music director¡­

    ...

    The next day.

    Before it waspletely dawn, more than 200 prisoners of war formed a long queue at the entrance of Longevity Town.

    They wore dirty old furs, shackles around their ankles, and expressions of frustration or panic on their faces.

    Some even began to show the expression of numbness and despair.

    2 tracked trucks with fixed machine guns welded to the roof drove beside the team.

    In addition, 20 guards with Arbiter rifles on their backs and Pu-9 submachine guns hanging around their waists stood around them.

    Walking up to the group of captives, an old-fashioned guard with a beard looked at them and said in a loud voice, "You havemitted enough crimes in River Valley Province to be hanged 10 times.

    "But the merciful administrator believes that it is unjust to ughter prisoners of war. Your blood will stain thisnd, so your life will be spared.

    "You will go to thebor camp, where you will be reformed bybor, reim the wastnd north of Linghu Lake, build irrigation canals, and anything useful to this society¡­ Until you pay for your sins withbor.

    "50 years is a long sentence, but it can bemuted by good behavior.

    "Now, go."

    50 Years.

    Most people wouldn¡¯t live that long at all.

    In the wastnd, living for 40 years could be considered a long life.

    Only residents who lived in shelters or some wealthy survivors¡¯ settlements were likely to live longer.

    But telling them their sentence could bemuted by good behavior had brought somefort, or the motivation to live to many people who had been feeling desperate. Even if no one told them what the criteria ofmutation was and how much it could be reduced¡­

    The group started to set off on the road.

    They needed to chop down enough wood to build the captive camp before dark.

    Otherwise, they could only sleep in the snow.

    Vaders and Kevin stood by the side of the road, staring nkly at the group heading out.

    The two of them who were incorporated into the group had already given up hope for their future life.

    But they didn¡¯t expect that they, who had just been incorporated into the group, were driven out by a guard who pointed a gun at them.

    Kevin whispered nervously. "What do they want to do?"@@novelbin@@

    "I don¡¯t know..." Just when Vaders said it, he suddenly saw a familiar face walking towards them.

    The moment he saw the man, Vaders¡¯ expression was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Vanus?"

    There was a trace of emotion on Vanus¡¯ face. "I didn¡¯t expect to see you here."

    The two graduated from the same military academy and knew each other since they were students.

    After graduating, Vanus went directly to the front line as a squad leader because of his excellent grades and outstanding performance in the academy, while Vaders joined the Youth Corps and started his military career as a new recruit.

    Due to the Army¡¯s eastward strategy, the two joined the expedition force to fight the people of the Great Rift Valley under General as. Later, Vanus¡¯ unit suffered a crushing defeat and his whereabouts became unknown. Vader thought the guy was already dead, he didn¡¯t expect him to be alive.

    What surprised him even more was that the reunion between the two was in such a dramatic way.

    After listening to what happened to Vanus in the past few months, Vaders gave a wry smile. "No wonder... With you here, it¡¯s reasonable that the idiot ck Snake would lose."

    These people not only sessfully predicted their ns strategically, but also tactically and urately avoided their vanguard, set up ambushes in unexpected ces and attacked their rear, creating incredible results.

    Even after losing, Vaders couldn¡¯t help but be impressed by it.

    However, after seeing Vanus, he was relieved.

    They two graduated from the same school, and even taught by the same teacher.

    He knew all the tactics he knew, and he could basically think of everything he could think of. This battle was indeed difficult to fight.

    Vanus frowned. "I didn¡¯tmand this battle, and it wasn¡¯t me who defeated you. At most, I made some suggestions on deployment. But one thing you are right, it¡¯s reasonable that you would lose. Using 600 people as scouts? The supply convoy following the armored unit? And the front line was stretched so long... What exactly were you thinking?"

    Seeing Vanus looking at him strangely, Vaders said sadly, "Do you think I want this? I risked being thrown in the frying pan and reminded that idiot more than once that the winter march was a bad decision, but no one listened to me."

    Kevin, who was standing beside him, also nodded and said with an awkward expression. "This is not the only thing that is outrageous. We learned about the arrangement to enter Clearspring City in the early morning of the 1st, and before we asked what the n was, the vanguard had already set off. During this period, we did not hold abat meeting. ck Snake seemed to decide to go all out at thest minute, and even the marching route was decided after the supplies were packed."

    The main force left at noon on the 1st, but the battle already ended in the evening on the 2nd; the construction of the captives camp started on the 3rd early morning, and its basic structures should bepleted by the evening.

    Kevin had never fought such a humiliating battle.

    He would rather die on the northern front himself. At least losing to a formidable opponent would make his death look decent.

    After listening to what happened to them, Vanus couldn¡¯t help but show a trace of sympathy.

    He tried to put himself in their shoes, but he found that the battle was indeed impossible to fight.

    With such a stupidmander, even if he were their Staff Officer, the final result would probably be the same.

    "I roughly understand the situation now¡­ But how did you two end up joining a group of marauders?"

    Vaders and Kevin looked at each other and shook their heads. "I don¡¯t know, we encountered those marauders when we were retreating south, ourmander decided to join them, so we had no choice but to join them as well."

    Kevin continued, "I heard that... They seem to be nning to create a marauder kingdom in the River Valley Province, other than that we are not very clear."

    <em>A marauder kingdom?</em>

    <em>What is that?</em>

    <em>A huge tribe?</em>

 Chapter 235.2: Zookeeping

    Vanus couldn¡¯t imagine what kind of kingdom it would be, let alone how they were going to make it happen. It sounded like a far-fetched n.

    "Speaking of which, how about you?" Vaders looked at Vanus and continued, "Are you their Staff Officer now? Or?"

    Vanus was dazed for a moment and said. "Me? I¡¯m also their captive, but they allow me to train new recruits for them in exchange for paying my ransom."

    Vaders suddenly looked at him in excitement. "Ransom? How much?"

    Vanus said with an awkward expression, "1,000,000 Dinar, and that wasst year¡¯s price. I don¡¯t know how much it is now. So I advise you to give up thinking about this."

    The two gasped in shock.

    That was a million they were talking about!

    Even if they sold all their assets, it was still impossible for them to scrape together so much money!

    "... Are they still recruiting people to train their newbies?""Brother, help us."

    Vanus said embarrassedly while facing their pleading nces, "I¡¯ll help you ask¡­ But I can¡¯t guarantee it, I can only say that I¡¯ll try my best."

    Vaders thanked happily, "Thank you!"

    Vanus said in a tone of counsel, "Those blue coats didn¡¯t send you to thebor camp probably because they have something to ask you. You should cooperate with them, tell them everything you know, but don¡¯t make up things. They won¡¯t give you a hard time. "

    The two said immediately.

    "We will!"

    "We will tell them everything!"

    Vanus nodded reassuringly. "That¡¯s good."

    If they cooperated well and repented earnestly, even if they still had to eptbor reform in the end, they would be transferred to a better ce.

    After all, although it was still physical work, the probability of survival between ying with mud in the brick factory and digging potatoes in the heavy snow waspletely different.

    If they did well in the brick factory, they would even have a chance to eat meat.

    On the other hand, digging potatoes would bepletely life-threatening...

    ...

    The next morning.

    At the door of the Weapon Shop.

    There was a huge crowd of yers.

    Looking at the empty shelves, everyone either sighed in regret and wailed sorrowfully for a while.

    "God damn it, I¡¯m one step toote!"

    "Fuck! It really sold out!"

    In the battle that concluded the day before, not only did 32 yers reach LV10, but 57 yers¡¯ cumtive contribution points exceeded 10,000, and they were honorably upgraded to middle-ss citizens.

    The ie per yer was more than 400 silver, and the highest even reached 600 silver coins!

    That was a lot of money for them who were earning just 10 silver coins a few months ago!

    The conditions for purchasing the Miner Type I exoskeleton were LV10 and to be a middle-ss citizen. Its price was 2,000 silver coins, still the same as before, which was very considerate.

    However, there were only 8 sets of equipment on the shelf in total.

    Almost as soon as the campaign rewards were settled, the 8 sets of exoskeletons were sold out in an instant.

    Everyone finally realized that too much mission rewards may not be all good.

    It was foreseeable that the price of ramen would definitely increase...

    Looking at the exasperated crowd, Battlefield Cheerleader who had already put on the orange-painted exoskeletonughed and stretched his body. "Is this the power of technology? Freaking awesome!"

    When he listened to the discussion yesterday, he had guessed that this situation might ur.

    He went online before dawn in the game. The Weapon Shop hadn¡¯t opened yet, but people were already standing in line at the door.

    After the campaign reward was settled, and included the reward of nearly 600 silver coins, his deposit just exceeded 2,000 silver coins, so he resolutely decided to buy the set of Miner Type I exoskeleton.

    It turned out he made a very wise decision.

    Looking at the yers who regretted noting earlier, he finally got to experience what it felt like to be Spring Water Commander.

    <em>It¡¯s such a great feeling!</em>

    Sideline cking nced at him. "Huh, I wouldn¡¯t buy this gear."

    Battlefield Cheerleader giggled, "Brother, just say it directly if you envy me. Don¡¯t be shy. Want to y? I can lend it to you for a while."

    Sideline cking sneered, "Envy my ass. After wearing this, your resurrection cost will go directly up to 2,000 silver coins. If you drop your equipment, you will basically lose everything."

    Even if wearing an exoskeleton, and even if a steel te was installed, the yer would only be able to withstand a few more shots.

    <em>Why bother?</em>

    <em>Wouldn¡¯t it be better not to get shot?</em>

    It would be easy to be the target of fire by wearing the exoskeleton, and no matter how thick the steel te was, it would be impossible to block an RPG like an exoframe.

    Only cheap and easy-to-use equipment was good equipment, and he was toozy to fix the shy gear.

    Of course, part of the reason was that he couldn¡¯t get one.

    "Fuck..." After listening to Sideline cking, Battlefield Cheerleader was stunned.

    Looking at the equipment on his body, he suddenly felt that it wasn¡¯t as great as he had thought.

    How was he going to charge at the enemy while wearing the exoskeleton?

    He couldn¡¯t afford to die at all!

    Although there were a lot of people who regretted buying it, for the yers who couldn¡¯t get it, those who got their hands on one were still very enviable.

    Unfortunately, the equipment was bound to the yer¡¯s ount and couldn¡¯t be traded with others.

    But then again, even if it could be traded, no one would want to sell it.

    People who could afford it had almost the same amount of silver coins in their pockets. Except for a few filthy rich yers, it was impossible for them to offer outrageous prices.

    As for using the real world currency to trade with each other outside the game...

    The gamepany had already stated that the security of such transactions would not be guaranteed, and yers were at their own risk if they wanted to trade with each other outside the game. Not to mention that even if there was a third-party guarantor, it was still impossible to price the in-game items.

    How should the equipment in the closed alpha phase be priced?

    100,000?

    1,000,000?

    Maybe when it got to the public beta, those currently valuable items would bepletely worthless. Wouldn¡¯t that make those people who had already paid for the items using real money lose their minds?

    The reason why the game was still in the closed alpha stage was because the rules of the game were still not perfect.

    Compared with those games that charge people money while it was still in the development phase, Wastnd Online was much better. After all, not only was the game free, but the gamepany also promised yers that they wouldn¡¯t delete their data.

    However, that did not prevent yers who couldn¡¯t get the equipment from swearing.

    "God damn it! Can the developers fix the bug that the NPC store is not replenishing weapons?! When will this bug be fixed?"

    "When will the caravane again?! The blizzard has already stopped!"

    "I¡¯ve secretly asked the developer, but they told me to get lost. He also said that I need to make equipment myself if I want one."

    "I can testify that this is definitely not what Brother Light said. Brother Light has high emotional intelligence, and he definitely will not tell yers to get lost. At most, he will y dumb, and kick the ball to the development team."

    "I¡¯ve finally experienced the pain of having money but have nowhere to spend it."

    "By the way, there seems to be still one more exoskeleton left!"

    "Type 5 Light Cavalry exoskeleton¡­ Holy shit, it looks so awesome!"

    "Let me check the price... 20,000?! Damn it "

    "What the hell! Must be a high-level citizen! And 50,000 contribution points!? I¡¯ve only just reached the middle-ss!"

    "Based on this, it is reasonable to guess that if you want to buy an exoframe, you must have at least 100,000 contribution points and your status must be at the Knight level."

    There was no level requirement for using Wastnd Online equipment. As long as yers could handle it, they could use it. That being said, even if they couldn¡¯t handle it, they could still use it forcibly.

    However, some rare equipment that would only be restocked by chance would have additional requirements such as contribution points if yers wanted to buy it.

    The exnation the game gave in the settings was that these important assets belonging to the shelter couldn¡¯t be obtained stably and were scarce; so they could only be given to the residents who had made outstanding contributions to the collective.

    Behind the counter, Xia Yan folded her arms as she stared nkly at the group of dejected yers, patiently repeating her lines over and over again. "Sold out, all sold out, don¡¯t ask me again.

    "Just wait for the next time the caravanes."

    The only thing that made yers feel happy was that their dear Boss Xia was getting better and better at speaking Mandarin.

    At this moment, Hyrja with long silver hair, came from the direction of the nursing home holding a wooden box.@@novelbin@@

    Putting the wooden box on the counter of the Weapon Shop, Hyrja said something to Boss Xia.

    Then everyone saw Boss Xia nod slightly, seemingly understanding what the other party said. She then took out a pen from the table, found a wooden board, and wrote a line of words on the board before hanging it on the shelf.

    <strong>[Torch, Mind Interference Device]</strong>

    Then, Boss Xia picked out a headphone-like thing from the wooden box and casually ced it on the shelf.

    At the same time, a new item and its description were also added to the wiki page on the yer¡¯s VM.

    <strong>[Effect: </strong>Through a simple surgical operation, the mutants of lower intelligence can be made to obey orders. The device can be used on Deathw, Mutant Brown Bear, etc., But it cannot be used on unintelligent beings such as Slime Mold Mutants.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Requirements: </strong>Citizen contribution level , intelligence attribute greater than 10.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Selling price: </strong>2,000 silver coins (excluding surgery fee)<strong>]</strong>

    After reading the description, the atmosphere around the weapon store instantly reached fever pitch.

 Chapter 236.1: Pet System, Online!

    Mind Interference Device?!

    Just based on its name alone, it didn¡¯t sound like an ordinary equipment.

    Especially after reading the description of the equipment, the yers of the intelligence type were instantly excited.

    "Holy moly?!"

    "Control mutants?!"

    "Even a Deathw?!"

    "Understood, the intelligence type¡¯s answer for the current version is to be an animal trainer!"

    Although most yers hadn¡¯t experienced it, they could feel the horror of Deathw just by reading the posts posted by Ample Time.

    Even the team with the highestbat power in the entire server that had both the ability users and equipment could only run away when they encountered a Deathw.Those marauders couldn¡¯t injure this monster even after dispatching dozens of people and using bazookas.

    But now, as long as yers had 2,000 silver coins, they could be Deathw¡¯s master!

    This was more than just an increase in strength.

    It was basically an overpowered cheat code!

    Compared to the ecstasy of the intelligence type yers, the yers of the other gic sequences all had expressions of envy and hatred on their faces.

    Construction Boy grumbled at the side, "Jesus, the intelligence attribute must be greater than 10! I am the strength type, and my intelligence attribute only reached 5 even after I awakened!"

    Eye Owe Money patted his shoulder and said with a gloating smile, "From LV0 to LV10, each yer would only have 2 additional points of secondary attributes avable to be added, and the basic intelligence of strength type is 3 to 4. From this, it can be seen that you may have to awaken twice, which means that you have to increase your level to level 30 or 40. At that time, there definitely will be no problem if you wish to use the equipment! "

    Construction Boy could only sigh helplessly, "You gotta be kidding me."

    While everyone was still discussing the device on the shelf, someone had already made a decisive move.

    Gale pushed his way to the front and roared, "Get me a set!"

    Boss Xia Yan took a set of equipment and put it on the counter. "You will be charged 2,000 silver coins. The surgery needs to be booked one day in advance. You can find Hyrja in the medicalboratory, or book it here."

    One was a metal cor, and the other was a headphone. It was very easy to understand just by looking at the shape. That cor was definitely for mutants, and the headphone was for people.

    Gale, who bought the treasure, didn¡¯t stop at the door of the weapon store. He thanked Xia Yan and left in a hurry.

    Everyone was stunned for a moment when they saw him running out, but then quickly reacted. "Don¡¯t tell me that there is a limit to the quantity of this stuff!"

    "I remembered it! This thing seems to have been snatched from marauders! And there are only 30 or so in total?"

    "?!"

    "Boss Xia! I want one set too!"

    "Me too!"

    "Give me one too!"

    "Tail wake up, you are an agility type, right? You definitely don¡¯t have 10 points of intelligence."

    <em>!!!¡Æ(?§¥?¥Î)¥Î</em>

    The 37 pieces of equipment that had just been put on the shelves were sold out in less than 5 minutes.

    Looking at the empty shelves, Xia Yan looked bewildered and silently took off the sign that had just been hung up.

    <em>Are these people crazy?!</em>

    Fortunately, Xia Yan couldn¡¯t understand what the yers who bought the equipment were chatting about, otherwise, she would have been more firm in her opinion.

    <em>They are nning to capture Deathws?!</em>

    <em>Did they lose hope in life and want tomit suicide?</em>

    <em>If they run into that thing, they will be lucky if they can get away!</em>

    Quickly grabbing thest piece on the shelf, Spring Water Commander ecstatically put the headphone on his head and grabbed Battlefield Cheerleader¡¯s shoulder. "Hahaha, bro, I was just about to look for you! Let¡¯s go and catch a Deathw together!"

    Battlefield Cheerleader was shocked. "What the heck? Brother, are you crazy?! Deathw! They¡¯re so much stronger than mutant humans!"

    He hadn¡¯t had enough fun with the exoskeleton he just bought yet!

    He didn¡¯t want to lose it like that!

    Spring Water Commander said nonchntly, "What do you know, now is the best time to catch a Deathw! The lizards are hibernating, so if you don¡¯t take advantage of this time to catch them, do you want to wait until the spring and then get yourself killed?"

    Battlefield Cheerleader couldn¡¯t help but retort, "I think it¡¯s the same result if you want to catch them now!"

    Not all lizards were garbage, or Garbage.

    For example, the big guy kept by the administrator in the shed at the west gate didn¡¯t look like it was afraid of the cold.

    Mostly, it only dozed off a little more.

    However, after all, it was the request of a good friend, so Battlefield was eventually persuaded. He went back to the shelter to change his equipment and took off the exoskeleton he just bought.

    When he came out, he also took Darkest of the perception type with him as well.

    Unlike the other two yers who had awakened, Darkest still hadn¡¯t reached LV10, but even if the perception type was not awakened, their detection ability was still good.

    At worst, they would simply treat it as helping him to level up.

    Darkest, carrying the Sickle assault rifle, looked at the two good brothers with excitement. "Let¡¯s go, what are we going to fight today?"

    Spring Water Commander studied the map, stroked his chin, and said calmly. "We are doing something big today."

    Darkest said excitedly: "Awesome! What is it exactly?"

    Battlefield Cheerleader smirked. "Our target is a Deathw, and it is to catch it alive. Isn¡¯t it exciting?"

    "???"

    <em>What the hell!</em>

    <em>Is it toote to leave now?</em>@@novelbin@@

    ...

    What Chu Guang did not expect was that the 37 "Torch" Mind Interference Devices he had just put on the shelves were sold out in less than 5 minutes.

    When Xia Yan told him the news, he was stunned for a while, and then he sighed helplessly, "I was careless. They should¡¯ve been put on the shelves in batches."

    Xia Yan gave him a strange look. "Is there any difference?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Of course there is. After all, I don¡¯t need silver coins. What I want is to get the most out of the resources."

    Pet gamey was not suitable for all yers, and the Mind Interference Device was not omnipotent.

    There would definitely be some yers who would find that the equipment they bought with a lot of money was not as useful as they thought.

    What¡¯s more, capturing mutants was not an easy task.

    However, Chu Guang did not expect that his yers would buy it so quickly, without even taking some time to think it over.

    If he had known earlier that it would be like this, he would¡¯ve added one more restriction, requiring an appointment for surgery or a captured surgery subject before they could purchase the device.

    However, it didn¡¯t really matter since they were all sold out anyway.

    Thinking about it from another angle, it may also be a good thing.

    When a game was first released, no one had a strategy, and only after ying for a while, would some enthusiastse up with some strategies. Simr situations also urred when new heroes in MOBA games were released, or DLC for some single-yer games wasunched.

    After all, it was a piece of equipment that was bought at a high price, so they wouldn¡¯t be able to justify it withouting up with some kind of strategy.

    The more people used it, the more likely the strategy of using it woulde out.

    Xia Yan tilted her head with a slightly nk expression on her face.

    She didn¡¯t understand what Chu Guang was saying.

    <em>Doesn¡¯t need silver coins?</em>

    <em>Then what¡¯s the point of charging them money then?</em>

    <em>As for resources, and values... It all sounds too</em><em>difficult to understand, can¡¯t he use some more simple and easy-to-understand terms?</em>

    <em>But, although he always says something difficult to understand, he looks strangely handsome when he smiles...</em>

    ...

    Just when the yers of the intelligence type went deep into the wilderness with their friends and embarked on a journey to find a fantastic beast, the streets of Boulder Town, a dozen kilometers away, were full of lively scenes.

    The most recent blizzard was a week ago, and ording to the weather forecast, which was broadcasted by the Voice of Boulder Town in between it¡¯s nonsense, it would be sunny for the entire next week.

    Although they weren¡¯t very urate most of the time, the sunny days have indeedsted for a week.

    On the warmest day, the temperature even returned to above 0 degrees!

    Winter wasing to an end.

    Although there was still one month before the official arrival of spring, there were already signs of recovery in all walks of life, and there were so many orders for the factory that the waiting time was almost two months. The in-demandmodities such as soap, lighters, matches, and antibiotics were all sold out, and even the supplies made for April were sold out ahead of schedule. All factories and small workshops were working overtime to produce as many products as they could.

    As for hard currencies such as rifles and bullets, although there was no shortage of them due to therge output, the prices had also risen a lot.

    Based on past experience, the snow on the ground wouldn¡¯tpletely melt before February. However, the road conditions would be improved in the next few days.

    In the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern.

    It was filled with people and noise.

    The cacophony was like rain, even louder than the heavy metal music yed by the bassist.

    The slim, busty waitress, wearing a pirate costume, and holding a wooden barrel full of leaflets, walked through the crowd and the yful whistles to the wall of the tavern, and nailed the leaflets to the wooden board.

    <strong>[The Chocobo Merchants Group is looking for guards: </strong>Two-year contract, 3 chips per day, double the pay on field duties. Food, lodging, and weapons are provided. Payments are settled every half a month.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[The Sequoia Forest Logging Farm is recruiting forest rangers:</strong> We have a group of night badgers that need to be dealt with. The sry is negotiable.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Boulder Town Arms Industry needs a postman to send a package to Wandering Swamp: </strong>Require ability user, we pay well, contact us for more details.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Help me kill someone for 1,000 chips: </strong>Talk to White Shark if you¡¯re interested. If you meet my requirements, he will tell you what to do next.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>¡­<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 236.2: Pet System, Online!

    Although the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern was not thergest tavern in Boulder Town, it was definitely a favorite ce for mercenaries.

    The average consumption level here was not high, but there were many kinds of jobs with fair prices, ranging from express delivery to the Among Clouds Province to finding lost cats.

    The beautiful waitress nailed the jobs on the wall, and then walked away, wiggling her hips seductively.

    A group of muscr men gathered around immediately, staring at the jobs on the wall, andmenting with interest.

    "The Chocobo Merchants Group is recruiting again? Didn¡¯t they just recruit more than 20 peoplest year?"

    "I heard that they have opened up a new business route. So maybe they need more people."

    "The daily sry of 3 chips is not bad, and it is twice as much when there is work."

    "Not bad? This little money is not even enough for me to buy drinks. I would never take such low-paying jobs."

    "The caravan going to Garbage City needs temporary workers for a two months-long round trip. They are offering 1,000 chips... But it¡¯s too dangerous there. I heard that there are tons of mutant humans there.""No risk, no reward. So I¡¯m going to try my luck."

    "Haha, I hope to see you here in two months."

    As people crowded toward the job board, the bar area naturally became vacant.

    The bartender standing behind the bar wiping his ss nced at the man who walked to the bar and sat down and raised his eyebrows slightly. "What kind of wind blew you here today?"

    "What kind of wind can there be in this damn weather? Give me a cup of hot honey water." Said the man as he put two white chips on the table.

    The bartender skillfully took the money, turned around, and took a clean cup. He poured some hot water into it with an iron pot, used a slender spoon to put a spoonful of honey in the cup, and then ced the cup on the bar.

    "Your honey water, Mr. Liszt."

    "Your service here is getting more and more sloppy, Mr. White. Your customers even need to stir the drink themselves now?" Liszt said with a smile while stirring his drink with a spoon.

    The bartender was White Shark, the owner of the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern.

    Pretending to be the bartender was one of his pleasures, and one of the few things he did reasonably well.

    The bartender smiled lightly without exining and asked him in a casual tone, "Where are you going to make a fortune this year?"

    Liszt continued. "I¡¯m going to head east and purchase a batch of goods as I pass Red River Town."

    White Shark frowned. "Are you going to Among Clouds?"

    Liszt shook his head. "It¡¯s too far there."

    "So you¡¯re here to issue a job?"

    "No, I¡¯m here to get some information," Liszt continued, looking at the bartender. "I heard that the situation in the River Valley Province has been vtile recently."

    The bartender chuckled lightly and said, "It¡¯s a bitte to learn about it now."

    After a pause, he continued. "The Army suffered a defeat in the north, and a batch of arms somehow fell into the hands of a group of marauders. Those thugs did not dare to go after the Great Rift Valley, so they could only go south. I heard that the ve owners of Red River Town made a fortune recently. If you¡¯re going to Red River Town, you might as well bring some more KV-1 exoskeletons there."

    Silently noting down this information, Liszt nodded and continued. "I heard that the Bonechewer n seems to haveid their hands on Clearspring City recently?"

    The bartender said in a rxed tone, "Yes, and the country bumpkins in the northern suburbs have suffered a lot, so you probably lost a few more clients on your list."

    Liszt couldn¡¯t help cursing. "Aren¡¯t the people in the militia going to do something about it? Those bandits are already causing troubles under our noses."

    The bartender said nonchntly. "Do something? What¡¯s in it for them? It¡¯s just a vige of a few hundred people."

    Even if the people of the Bonechewer n rob Clearspring City all over, it would not affect them.

    Mr. Fang was not interested in them, and Boulder Town had its own affairs. This was the official answer of Boulder Town.

    Of course, if those ignorant fools dared to shoot at them, the exoframes would soon fall on top of their heads.

    The bartender thought for a while, and then suddenly said, "... But I heard that the Bonechewer tribe seems to have suffered a setback in the northern suburbs."

    Liszt raised his eyebrows. "Oh? But why did I hear that they wereing so fiercely."

    The bartender smiled and continued, "They were indeed fierce when they came, but that was a month ago. After their brigades suffered consecutive defeats, their fierce momentum waspletely shattered. The blue coats that appeared out of nowhere in the northern suburbs totally obliterated them, and it was said that hundreds of captives were sent to open up wastnd. To be honest, those people do have a knack for managing captives.¡±

    <em>Getting obliterated by blue coats?</em>

    <em>This isn¡¯t something people can see every day in the wastnd.</em>

    Although each shelter¡¯s situation was different, the vast majority of blue coats were kind people, which was alsomon sense in the wastnd.

    <em>I didn¡¯t expect the blue coats who emerged from the northern suburbs to be so capable of fighting.</em>

    Liszt couldn¡¯t help but think of the group he met at Linghu Wend Park a few months ago.

    <em>Is it them?</em>

    However, he couldn¡¯t imagine how the mere dozens of people managed to win consecutive battles under the siege of two brigades.

    <em>Do they have an exoframe? Or do they have some kind of pre-war equipment?</em>

    Liszt looked at the bartender curiously. "How did you learn about it?"

    The bartender said without hesitation. "There are at least 20 marauders sitting in this tavern. Although they call themselves mercenaries, how do you think I know that?"

    Although the heavy snow blocked the road, it only prevented caravans from traveling. If there were only a few of them, there was always a way to get here.

    In the past 2 months, the streets of Boulder Town had been a little quiet, but it was only the streets.

    His tavern nevercked customers.

    The expression of interest on Liszt¡¯s face became more and more obvious. Looking at the honey water in the cup, he suddenly said. "When the snow melts, I n to go over there and take a look."

    He smelled a business opportunity!

    White Shark grinned. "You should. The northern suburbs have changed quite a bit recently. I heard that they are doing great. If the old one doesn¡¯t go, the new one will nevere; so are the chips and clients. Am I right?"

    Liszt smiled along. "That¡¯s right."

    The bartender smiled, wiped the ss on his hand, and continued casually, "But I have to advise you to be careful though, they took Torch¡¯s stuff. While I don¡¯t know what that box means to the church, those superstitious lunatics certainly won¡¯t let it go easily."

    "What does that have to do with me?" Putting the empty ss on the table, Liszt got up from the bar, straightened his cor, and said indifferently, "I don¡¯t do business with the people in the south."

    The Torch Church¡¯s sphere of influence was in the south.

    It was said to be a ce called the Death Coast.

    Just by hearing the name, anyone could tell that it was not a good ce to do business, and it was also a fact.

    It used to be a group of pirates, and marauders that ruled there, andter it was a group of religious maniacs. In short, it was never once ruled by normal people before.

    By contrast, he still preferred to do business with people from Enterprise. While they weren¡¯t always creditworthy, they would at least allow him to make a fortune safely.

    The bartender said in a rxed tone, "Just a little advice, feel free to take it¡­ Or not."

    "Thank you for your advice. When I make a fortune, I wille to you to recruit more people." Liszt waved his hand and walked towards the door of the bar with a few of his Cyborg subordinates.

    ...

    At dusk.

    At the north gate of the outpost, the crowded booths were lit up with lights, and it was as lively as a festival.

    Although the New Year¡¯s celebration was just held 2 days ago, this did not prevent the people living there from holding another celebration to celebrate their triumph the day before.

    ck Snake was dead.

    More than 1,000 of his men either died, escaped, or became prisoners and were sent to the snow to open up wastnd.

    And his corpse was also hung on the gallows at the north gate for public disy.

    The Active Matter Extractor was working 24 hours a day.

    When all his subordinates were refined into the raw materials for the yers¡¯ clone, thest one would be his turn.

    If his body hadn¡¯t rotted by then.

    In any case, thanks for the gift of those marauders; especially the marauders from the Bonechewer n.

    Today¡¯s ramen finally did not increase in price, and the amount of Devil Jelly was even slightly more.

    However, what surprised everyone the most was not the sudden kindness of their beloved Boss Ya, but the fact that Yaya, who had never been on the front line or raided a dungeon, managed to awaken!

    This was huge news.

    The mushroom stall had just opened, but there was arge circle of yers eating popcorn in front of the stall.@@novelbin@@

    "I have a question, can picking mushrooms also awaken some talents?"

    "I remember that Boss Ya is a perception type, right? Isn¡¯t it only the intelligence type that can gain experience from Lifestyle Profession?"

    "This is too unscientific!"

    "That¡¯s right! Mosquito is only LV7 or LV8! This is so shady!"

    "Be honest, did you secretly have some backdoor deal with the developers?!"

    "Hidden mission! It must be a hidden mission! Damn it, Boss Ya is so selfish, she doesn¡¯t want to share the clues for the hidden mission!"

    Hearing the impolite remarks of this group of people, Yaya gnashed her teeth in irritation and red at them. "What the hell! You people, I¡¯ve been working hard to increase my level as well, okay?"

    "It¡­ It¡¯s not like I only know how to pick mushrooms!"

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>These people have even forgotten that Tail and Sisi are my apprentices!</em>

    However, it was clear that her statement was not convincing, and no one believed her at all.

    At this time, someone suddenly asked.

    "By the way, Boss Ya, what talent did you unlock?!¡±

    As soon as these words were spoken, there was a big discussion in the crowd.

    <em>Yes.</em>

    <em>What was the talent of Boss Ya?</em>

    Many pairs of eyes suddenly looked at her curiously.

    Being watched by so many people, Yaya blushed, coughed slightly, and looked away subtly. "That¡¯s enough, stop asking more questions. You guys are so annoying."

    Everyone looked at each other and became more curious.

    Unfortunately, no matter how everyone asked, Yaya wouldn¡¯t say anything.

    So many people thought that she must have unlocked a talent that was useless.

    Awakening a useless talent was not umon in the game.

    Especially for yers who initially had their own talents, it was normal to have some useless talents to bnce it out.

    After all, if one had drawn a super rare talent, they would have gone to the forum to show it off already. They wouldn¡¯t be so reluctant to tell other people

    ...

    After going offline, on the official website forum.

    Spring Water Commander: God damn it! I spent a day searching outside! But I couldn¡¯t even see the shadow of a Deathw!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: You are so hard to please. We caught a brown bear, but you didn¡¯t want to! Does it have to be Deathw?

    Eye Owe Money: ??? I want it! How much?

    Battlefield Cheerleader: It¡¯s toote, we¡¯ve already ughtered it.

    Eye Owe Money: What the hell!

    Roshan: QAQ

    Elf Wang: I¡¯m curious, can it be used on the Cracklew Crab?

    Gale: Not sure, but does the Cracklew Crab have a neck?

    Elf Wang: Fuck, I didn¡¯t even notice that... It seems that it doesn¡¯t have one!

    Escaping Mole: From another angle, if you can hide the cor in the Cracklew Crab¡¯s shell, wouldn¡¯t it solve the problem of the cor being easily broken?

    Ample Time: Holy shit?! This is something I didn¡¯t think of! If you really can control the Cracklew Crab, it will be no less useful than the Deathw!

    Sideline cking: +1, if you encounter one with a thick shell, you will have to fire two rockets before killing it. So if it can be deployed on the battlefield, the whole thing can be a moving bunker!

    Gale: The key is that this thing not only runs fast, but it¡¯s also awesome in meleebat.

    Night Ten: It¡¯s a tank. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Quit Smoking: Damn, I can imagine it now!

    Old White: I¡¯m going to ask the developer!

    Looking through the posts on the forum, Chu Guang finally understood why there were a lot of private messages in his inbox.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>They are asking me for the strategy.</em>

    <em>If I have a strategy for this, would I still be doing research on the forum?</em>

    Chu Guang thought about it for a while, and felt that it was inappropriate not to reply after so many people asked.

    It was even more inappropriate to only reply to some yers.

    So he made a public post and temporarily pinned it for a day.

    Light: The pet system is still under development, please be impatient. The original intention of the design of the Mind Interference Device is mainly to enhance the gaming experience of yers of the intelligence type. After all, the strength of the intelligence attribute in the current version is difficult to intuitively reflect on DPS.

    - As for the gamey of this equipment and how to maximize its advantages, yers are also wee to explore for themselves.

    - In addition, not only intelligence type yers have the pet system, even without the help of Mind Interference Device, some mutants in the wastnd can be domesticated.

    - The mostmon ones are wolves, followed by mutant hyenas, even mice, etc. I believe many yers should have noticed that some marauders or experienced hunters will tame wolves or hyenas, and use their sense of smell to hunt or avoid danger.

    - This part of the function is not only limited to NPCs. yers can also use it, but it requires certain skills. For more ways to y Wastnd Online, please explore by yourself in game.

    After finishing the post, Chu Guang turned off theputer and went to sleep.

    These yers could stay awake for 24 hours after wearing helmets, but he couldn¡¯t.

    However, what Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect was that at almost the same time as his post was posted, yers who were discussing whether the Cracklew Crab or the Deathw was stronger, along with nerfing the intelligence type, lost their minds at his reply.

    Tail: !!! Does that mean I can have two big bears?!

    Sisi: <em>Surprised</em>, Tail wants to be a two-timer.

    Quit Smoking: Brilliant! So yers from other sequences can also have pets?!

    Irene: <em>Imperial Rough Riders</em> areing online. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Escaping Mole: Although I have guessed it before, it has never been confirmed... But now that the Dev said so, it should be possible.

    Make Me: By the way, can mutant yers also tame mutants? Or I can only tame rats? T.T

    Ample Time: I suddenly have a bold idea...

    Night Ten: What is it? Is it a serious idea? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Ample Time: ? I don¡¯t understand what you¡¯re talking about, but... it might need Garbage¡¯s cooperation.

    Garbage: What do you want me to do?

    Ample Time: Let¡¯s discuss it in the game. (Smirking)

    Garbage: ???

 Chapter 237.1: Just Because You Can Doesnâ€™t Mean You Should

    That night, Chu Guang had a very long dream.

    Although he couldn¡¯t remember the specific content of the dream, the remaining vague feeling told him that most likely it was a bizarre nightmare.

    Honestly, Chu Guang sometimes felt that at least half of the reason why he was a little overcautious was rted to those dreams.

    Those dreams were so realistic that it was as if they had really happened before...

    "How did I die this time?" With a murmur in his mouth, Chu Guang sat up from the bed.

    Most likely, the recent hard work and exercise had paid off.

    As expected, he levelled up again.

    <strong>[ID: </strong>Chu Guang<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Gic sequence: </strong>Administrator (Second Stage)<strong>]</strong><strong>[Level: </strong>LV16¡úLV17<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Attributes]</strong>

    <strong>[Strength: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Agility: </strong>11¡ú12<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Constitution: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Perception: </strong>12¡ú13<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Intelligence: </strong><strong>]</strong>

    In the medicalboratory.

    Chu Guang, who was lying on the scanning bed, looked at the attribute panel presented in front of him with a surprised expression on his face.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>This time my attributes actually Increased by 2 points!</em>

    <em>I remember that something simr seemed to have happened before, but it was a long time ago.</em>

    With the increase of 1 point of perception and 1 point of agility, it directly strengthened the intuition and reaction ability to the crisis.

    As for talent, it was still the same as before, which were Wild Instinct and Mind Deterrence.

    The former¡¯s full stats boosting effect,bined with the exoframe and Nitrogen-Powered Hammer, could inflict tons of damage in a short period of time.[1]

    Thetter was very useful during an interrogation.

    Apart from that, in Chu Guang¡¯s impression, it seemed to be only useful when doing the speech to wee the new yers who entered the game for the first time.

    Looking at the 17% progress bar, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help having a trace of anticipation.

    <em>Only three levels away from the next awakening.</em>

    <em>I don¡¯t know what kind of talent will be unlocked in the third stage of the gic sequence.</em>

    "Your DNA is very unstable." Hyrja, who was standing next to the terminal, dispelled Chu Guang¡¯s excitement with just one short sentence.

    She pinched her chin with her thumb and index finger, confusion written all over her fair-skinned face.

    If it wasn¡¯t for the constant murmuring, which made her look like she had a screw loose, she would be much more attractive.

    <em>What a shame.</em>

    <em>If she has a reticence attribute, this SSSR card will be perfect.</em>

    "In theory, it shouldn¡¯t be like that."

    "Gene advancement should be a stable process. Even with manual intervention, it is difficult to make adjustments to the shape of the representation in such a short period of time.¡±

    "And the most incredible thing is that these adjustments happened in very different directions!"

    Interrupting her thoughts, Chu Guang went straight to the point. "Just give it to me. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

    Hyrja thought for a moment, then shook her head. "It¡¯s hard to define good or bad¡­"

    <em>Understood. It¡¯s a good thing then.</em>

    Chu Guang nodded. "Okay, I get it, you don¡¯t need to say any more."

    Seeing that Chu Guang was not interested in her own judgment, Hyrja¡¯s face showed a helpless expression and shrugged her shoulders. "As long as you are happy."

    ...

    The west gate of the outpost.

    This was the shooting range of the guards, as well as the cell where the prisoners awaiting trial were held, and it was also the ce where the Deathw was kept in captivity by the administrator.

    Hearing the footsteps outside the shed, the Deathw, who was curled up on the haystack, slightly lifted its wrinkled eyelids.

    <em>Human breath?</em>

    <em>No¡­</em>

    <em>There is also a familiar smell.</em>

    Its amber pupils moved slightly, nced around the people at the door, and finally stopped on a strange figure.

    It was another lizard!

    The dude was wrapped in strange cloth and dressed like a human being. In addition, there was arge pot emitting a heat source on his back.

    <em>Is there something being cooked in there?</em>

    It had never seen such a strange guy.

    <em>But¡­</em>

    <em>Too weak.</em>

    It was only a little over two meters tall when he stood up, and he was even shorter than its tail.

    <em>How did this little guy survive until now? </em>

    It was even more confused.

    Letting out a snort from its fist-sized nostrils, the slightly mocking greeting it made blew away a few pieces of hay.

    Lacking interest, it closed its eyes and continued to doze off, its thick and long tail changed direction to form a circle.

    The yers standing at the door looked at each other.

    The reaction wasn¡¯t quite as imagined.

    They originally thought that Garbage and the monster lying on the ground could have amonnguage.

    Night Ten looked at those beside him and raised an eyebrow slightly. "That expression just now..."

    Ample Time held back hisughter. "I think I get it."

    Gale did the same and muttered, "I feel sorry for Garbage."

    "Fuck you! You feel sorry my ass!" Garbage said in frustration, "I told you it¡¯s useless. You just didn¡¯t believe it!"

    <em>This isn¡¯t a bear! It¡¯s Deathw, bro!</em>

    <em>If you don¡¯t count the ridiculous hive, this thing is one of the mutants at the top of the food chain in the wastnd.</em>

    <em>It¡¯s at least LV80!</em>

    <em>And I just reached LV8...</em>

    Mosquito, who followed along for the fun, stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes filled with confusion. "That¡¯s not right, that¡¯s not what this beast looked like when it saw the administrator."

    Old White nodded in agreement. "Yes, I¡¯ve seen it once... The beast was much more obedient."

    In fact, it was more than just obedient.

    It was lying on the ground shivering, and almost peed itself.

    Of course, maybe it was because of the exoframe.

    Looking at the armor that had no weak spot, any beast with a normal intelligence would panic, not to mention when they already sustained serious injuries.

    Mosquito looked at Garbage and continued with a suspicious expression, "Are you too weak?"

    Hearing this sentence, Garbage instantly snapped. "You are too weak, your whole family is too weak! Your level is even lower than mine, you LV6 weak ass noob!"

    Mosquito retorted immediately, "Fuck off! I¡¯m already LV7, okay?"

    Garbage sneered to himself. "Hehe, noob!"

    "%^#@!"

    Both of them started yelling at each other at the side, as though in a quarrel to prove who knew more profanities.

    The members of the Bull And Horse Club had long been ustomed to their behavior, so they didn¡¯t take it seriously at all.

    Touching his chin and thinking for a moment, Ample Time tried to analyze what happened. "There are two possibilities now. One is that the reproductive function of the mutants yer is defective, resulting in inconspicuous secondary sexual characteristics. The other possibility is like what Night Ten said. Your level is probably too low now, and for this Deathw, you may be too weak that you are like a cub in its race."

    Gale added, "... It seems that using Garbage to seduce the Deathw will not work."

    Night Ten suddenly had an idea. "Right! Is it because it doesn¡¯t have that thing?!"

    "How about we give it a fake imnt?"

    The atmosphere suddenly became awkwardly silent.

    Everyone was stunned.

    Old White yelled at the side, "What the hell?"

    Gale shook his head slowly. "We can¡¯t, at least we shouldn¡¯t..."@@novelbin@@

    Ample Time revealed an approving look and a smile started to form on his face. "Damn, you are really a genius."

    "Fuck off!" That was the only response Garbage could give.

    While the yers of Bull And Horse Club were experimenting with Garbage, Chu Guang, who was standing on the third floor of the nursing home, was watching from a distance.

    From a gic point of view, Garbage¡¯s DNA did have many simrities with Deathw. It could even be said that apart from the brain structure simr to that of a human, other parts of his body were designed using the Deathw as a reference.

    Or at least, from a source simr to it.

    Unfortunately, that female Deathw didn¡¯t seem to be interested in Garbage, and didn¡¯t even bother to look at him.

    "Pity. It seems that Garbage¡¯s charm is not enough to conquer that Deathw."

    <em>Is it because it¡¯s too small?</em>

    Chu Guang stroked his chin and fell into contemtion.

    Speaking of which, there seemed to be a rat in his shelter as well.

    Compared to the other mutant rat in the wastnd, that big rat was obviously muchrger than them. If he could tame a few, or even litters of rats...

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up instantly. "Shit! Maybe his seemingly weak sequence is actually very awesome?!"

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang could no longer sit still. He immediately opened the VM, created a mission, and sent it to Make Me.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>King of Rats<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Note: </strong>Maybe we can try to unite creatures that are different from us.<strong>]</strong>

    Just from the name alone, this mission sounded very special. So there should be no problem with using it to fool a newbie.

    As for rewards¡­

    Aside from silver coins and contribution points, it shouldn¡¯t be too much to give a special achievement. As for the name of the achievement, Chu Guang hasn¡¯t decided yet. Anyway, he was not in a hurry.

    Whether this mission could bepleted was still unknown, but Chu Guang still decided to wait and see.

    ...

    1. TONS OF DAMAGE ?? ?

 Chapter 237.2: Just Because You Can Doesnâ€™t Mean You Should

    Located on the edge of the forest, Remote Creek Town was as peaceful as ever.

    Standing next to the barricade of wood, the marauder, with a de assault rifle hanging on his chest, yawned.

    This shift from the second half of the night to the morning was the hardest.

    Not only because of his exhaustion, but also anger.

    <em>Will someone really attack at this time?</em>

    At this point, except for the people who were on guard who were exhausted, everyone else was full of energy.

    "When will this snow melt?" The marauder, who was holding a dog leash in his hand, said boredly.

    "I don¡¯t know. If it¡¯s in the north, it¡¯ll probably be early February."

    "Maybe earlier in the south, maybe next week? Or the week after that?""I can¡¯t wait any more."

    "Hahaha, coincidentally, me too!"

    The two looked at each other, and invariably revealed a smile that everyone would understand.

    Not just everyone, even the hyena lying beside the two of them growled in excitement.

    About yesterday, they heard that the people from ck Snake had set out from the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City and marched south to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    They knew that ck Snake had an extremely cruel and fierce force.

    From the north to the south, it could be said that he had never lost a single battle. The survivor settlements he had burned couldn¡¯t even be counted with one hand, and the treasures he had looted were piled up into hills.

    Otherwise, the leader would not reward him with a tank.

    They were only worried about one thing. That was, the survivors in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City would be defeated too quickly.

    Hopefully, they would not let them down, and would be able to hold on until they arrived at the northern suburbs. Otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t be able to enjoy the ransacking at all.

    Just as they were chatting with each other, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the forest on the east side.

    The 2 marauders were immediately alert, hurriedly loaded the guns on their hands, released the safety catch, and pointed at the group of people walking in the distance.

    "Stop! Stop there and don¡¯t move!"

    "Who are you?"

    The group stopped.

    The man at the front of the line shouted loudly. "We¡¯re ck Snake¡¯s men¡­ I¡¯m Steel Teeth, one of his Company Leaders."

    <em>ck Snake¡¯s men?</em>

    <em>Company Leader?</em>

    Hearing this sentence, the two marauders were stunned.

    <em>Isn¡¯t ck Snake¡¯s force in the south? Why would his people show up here?</em>

    <em>Is the battle¡­ Already over?!</em>

    Realizing that the situation might not be right, the two did not dare to dy, and one of them immediately ran back to the camp.

    After a while, the marauder who went back to report the problem trotted back. "Who is Steel Teeth? Lion Fang said that he wants to see you!"

    The man who shouted before stepped out and said, "I am, take me there."

    The marauder nodded quickly. "Pleasee with me!"

    Passing through the heavily fortified camp, Steel Teeth followed in the footsteps of the marauder sentinel to Lion Fang¡¯s tent.

    There was a brazier in the tent, and a bearskin wasid on the ground.

    Lion Fang, who was sitting on the wooden chair, was staring intently at the man who just walked in from outside. "... Are you Steel Teeth?"

    The Fang n was a huge faction.

    There were at least ten people named Steel Teeth.

    He had never seen the nsman before, he only felt that this man looked like a scavenger in his tattered clothes, not like his n member at all.

    "I am, sir." Steel Teeth was on one knee, and he lowered his head slightly as he answered the question.

    Lion Fang looked down at him, with a thoughtful expression on his face, said in a deep voice. "Since you are under ck Snake¡¯smand, why didn¡¯t you join him in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City? Why are you here?"

    A bitter expression emerged on Steel Teeth¡¯s face. "We were ambushed by survivors in the northern suburbs at the intersection of the inter-provincial highway. We fought desperately, but our enemies outnumbered us... Gunshots came from all directions, and at least hundreds of explosive shells fell on our positions."

    "We had no choice but to retreat westward into the woods, and after losing hundreds of men, we finally got rid of them..."

    "We still don¡¯t know where our leader is now. The 4panies around him were almost wiped out by those survivors, and the remaining 5panies were scattered around and couldn¡¯t be contacted. We could only risk our lives to walk through the woods ande to meet you here."

    Everyone in the tent gasped in unison, and their faces were full of disbelief and surprise.

    There was only 1 person who didn¡¯t seem shocked.

    "Hundreds of explosive shells?! Are you sure?!" Bernie stared at Steel Teeth, who was on one knee, and asked aggressively, "Also, how many people ambushed you?"

    It would require at least 10 cannons to be able to fire hundreds of shells in a short amount of time.

    But there was no way he would believe that a survivor settlement in the northern suburbs could build 10 cannons!

    And what could those primitively made shells do to the Army¡¯s tank? If it was a high-explosive bomb, it wouldn¡¯t even be able to scrape ayer of its skin off!

    "It¡¯s true, sir. If anything I said is untrue, you can chop off my head." Steel Teeth lowered his head and answered anxiously.¡±

    "As for the number of people¡­ I don¡¯t know, but ording to the brothers who escaped from the front line, there were at least 4 brigades!"@@novelbin@@

    The expressions of Lion Fang and Bernie changed in unison.

    <em>4 brigades?!</em>

    <em>How are there so many people?!</em>

    Lion Fang roared in anger, "Is this a joke? You seriously think I would believe that there are at least 4,000 people in the northern suburbs?"

    Even if the elderly, women and children were all added up, there still wouldn¡¯t be that many people in the northern suburbs, right?!

    In the entire northern suburbs, there were no rich survivor settlements, only small viges with a size of hundreds of people.

    Only by going further south, deep into the crisis-ridden city, and reaching the edge of the third ring, would they encounter slightlyrger settlements.

    This was the intelligence that he had gathered long before he came here!

    "... If what he said is true, then Boulder Town might have stepped in." Bernie continued with a stern expression. "I didn¡¯t expect theirbat power to be so strong, far exceeding our expectations."

    Lion Fang swallowed, with a rare look of bewilderment on his face. He looked at his staff officer and asked, "Then what should we do?"

    A bitter smile appeared on Bernie¡¯s face. "I don¡¯t know. Had ck Snake joined us, I would¡¯ve still had a chance. But now, we have to take all the risk alone."

    Lion Fang fell silent, his fingers sped tightly on the arm of the chair.

    That was a thousand people brigade they lost! There were armored pickup trucks, a tank¡­ Heavy artillery and support from the Torch Church.

    Whether it was equipment orbat experience, ck Snake¡¯s subordinates were all elites.

    However, such an elite force was annihted in less than a day.

    There was no doubt that conquering the northern suburbs of Clearspring City was beyond his ability.

    Bernie, who was standing beside him, nced at Lion Fang, who had fallen silent, and said in a low voice, "After the snow melts, maybe they will take the initiative to attack. My suggestion is to shift the strategy to West Continent City."

    "You mean retreat?" Lion Fang said angrily, "We¡¯ve been preparing for a battle here for the whole winter! But you want me to retreat without putting up a fight?! What do you want the rest of the n to think of us! They¡¯llugh at us and think we are cowards!"

    Marauders, who believed in killing and battles, would only respect the strong. It was even more so within the Bonechewer n.

    The weak were not worthy of getting the spoils of war. So this was not only about his reputation in the n, but also about his prestige in the eyes of his subordinates.

    Knowing that Lion Fang would say something like that, Bernie sighed and continued. "It¡¯s not that we haven¡¯t fought a battle, and it¡¯s not a retreat either. I prefer to call it a strategic shift... We should conserve our strength for future victories.¡±

    "You also heard that they have 4 brigades and more than 10 cannons. Our current strength is simply not enough to take them down.¡±

    "We need more manpower and equipment, otherwise we will just repeat the mistakes of ck Snake.¡±

    "If anyone thinks we are cowards, let theme and we can exchange our positions with them."

    Lion Fang was silent. He already knew what he had to do when he heard the battle report. He just didn¡¯t wish to ept it.

    "Withdraw¡­" When uttering this word, Lion Fang felt as if the strength had been sapped from him.

    He had wasted almost 3 months there, and even lost apany. In the end, he suffered a humiliating loss.

    He swore that when his iron hoofs stepped into this ce again, he would definitely kill all the people there!

    Bernie, who was standing beside him, heaved a sigh of relief.

    Although what he said was somewhat rming, it was obvious that if even ck Snake¡¯s force couldn¡¯t defeat those survivors, he couldn¡¯t think of any reason that they would win the fight against them.

    Nodding slightly, heplimented insincerely, "Wise choice."

 Chapter 238.2: Method of Taming Mutants and Preparations for Spring!

    At this moment, Mosquito suddenly came over and asked Tomato Eggs who was working on the Cracklew Crab, "Brother, do you still need your crab shellter on?"

    Tomato Eggs was confused, "Crab shell? No... But what do you want it for?"

    Mosquitoes smirked. "I need it for something. How about selling it to me for 10 silver coins?"

    Tomato Eggs rolled his eyes. "Get lost, at least 50 silver coins, and don¡¯t even think of haggling with me."

    Mosquito growled, "C¡¯mon man! You don¡¯t even need it!"

    Tomato Eggs said in an unpleasant tone, "Can¡¯t I sell it to others? Go and ask the people around you to see if anyone wants it."

    Mosquito looked regretful that he couldn¡¯t get it cheap, but he bought it eventually.

    When the surrounding yers saw what had happened, they immediately realized that their materials had been cut off by Mosquito, and they all left cursing.

    Only the natives were still there, not knowing what was going on."Let¡¯s make it clear first, don¡¯t break the front shell, these shells are all mine now."

    Seeing Mosquito with a nervous expression, Tomato Eggs said with a smile, "Don¡¯t worry, you know my skills. But then again, why do you want to buy this crab shell? Even if this thing is sturdy enough... it¡¯s not as good as steel, right?"

    "You don¡¯t understand," Mosquito said with a smile, "Do you know how expensive steel is? It costs thousands of silver coins for just a ton of steel! The strength of this crab shell is not inferior to that of steel, and the only drawback is that it is heavier, but this isn¡¯t a big problem!"

    "This naturalposite material has proven effective in blocking light weapons! So I n to install an engine for it to power a few robotic legs, a gun barrel on the front, and a machine gun on the back, which will make it as awesome as a live Cracklew Crab."

    After hearing these words, Tomato Eggs was stunned. He stared at Mosquito with a look of surprise. "Damn bro... That¡¯s incredible."

    Mosquito smiled and said modestly, "You tter me."

    ...

    Just as the yers pondered how to make the most of their untamed mutants, their dearest developer was also trying to figure out a way for them to do something.

    In the Bull and Horse Brick Factory.

    Through the foreman, Yang Seconddog, Chu Guang quickly found the previously captured Gray Wolf.

    The guy surrendered and gave up information about the Lion Fang brigade in exchange for leniency. Although the punishment andbor couldn¡¯t be exempted, the work in the factory was a little easier.

    When Chu Guang called him over, Gray Wolf was still a little nervous. After all, ck Snake¡¯s body was still hanging by the north gate.

    Although he was not a subordinate of ck Snake, he was still very anxious.

    However, after hearing Chu Guang¡¯s intention, Gray Wolf was slightly relieved.

    <em>At least I am still useful to these people.</em>

    <em>So I probably won¡¯t end up like ck Snake...</em>

    "It¡¯s hard to get rid of the wild nature of mutants like hyenas and wolves through normal domestication. To tame thempletely, you have to raise them when they are young." Gray Wolf exined.

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and asked, "How long does it take for a mutant hyena to grow up?"

    Gray Wolf replied, "A year and a half, or two years."

    <em>A year and a half at the quickest...</em>

    <em>A little faster than the Army¡¯s clones, but it¡¯s still very long.</em>

    Moreover, it was difficult for a single hyena to form an effective fighting force. It was only stronger than mutant mice and cockroaches, and it could only bully brainless Crunchers.

    The mutant snow wolf was slightly stronger, but the averagebat power was only at that of LV3, and a few individuals could reach LV5 strength, which was normally the alpha wolf.

    Spending two years and a lot of food and energy to cultivate an LV3bat strength was just not a very cost-effective method.

    At the moment, those mutants were really just candidates for pets, and it was still a bit difficult to be battlepanions.

    Chu Guang continued to ask, "Is there any way to domesticate an adult hyena or a wolf?"

    Gray Wolf was troubled by the question, but after thinking for a while, he still nodded hesitantly. "There are, but it¡¯s not easy... And it¡¯s hard to make them work if you can¡¯t eliminate their wild nature."

    "That¡¯s fine, as long as there is a way." After saying that, Chu Guang threw him a VM, which had no mission release function, only the recording function was unlocked. "You record the methods and experience of domesticating and raising wild beasts. If we find it useful, your sentence can be reduced."

    With a happy expression, Gray Wolf said immediately, "Don¡¯t worry, sir! I¡¯ll tell you everything I know!"

    Chu Guang nodded. "You better."

    Later, he would ask Little Seven to organize the content of the recording into notes and update the database on the official website, which should provide some reference for his yers.

    In fact, instead of taming hyenas and wolves, he expected his yers to domesticate some more powerful mutants.

    Chu Guang believed that as long as they were given enough time, with their ingenuity and creativity, there had to be a way to do it.

    ...

    It¡¯s been a week since Operation Spring Thunder ended. The sunny days in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City were still continuing, and thest heavy snow seemed to be two weeks ago.

    Yesterday the snow was knee-deep, but today it could barely cover one¡¯s calf.

    Everyone could feel that the cold winter was fading and the frozen lifeforms were being revived.

    However, the threat in the north has not been lifted.

    For the uing war, both the yers and the survivors in the northern suburbs were taking the time to actively prepare for the battle.

    However, as an administrator, Chu Guang was not only considering military issues at that moment.

    He also needed to consider next year¡¯s food production.

    More and more facts and evidence had proved that yers after awakening were not only powerful inbat, but also ate a lot.

    In fact, not only after awakening, but the food consumed by yers originally was 1.5 to 2 times that of the aboriginal people. With the increase of level, it could even reach an astonishing 3 times after reaching LV10.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t know what to say for a while. He didn¡¯t know whether it was because the aboriginal people were too poor, or if his yers were just a bunch of gluttons.

    If it wasn¡¯t for the supplies seized from ck Snake, the grain in the warehouse would not necessarilyst until the corn at the greenhouse site matured at the end of next month.

    In order to recruit more yers into the game, remation of the wastnd north of Linghu Lake must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

    In the conference room of Longevity Town, Luca meticulously reported the work to Chu Guang, who came to inspect the work. "Sir, the spring plowing is about to begin. Although we have enough rifles, we cannot plow thend with bays and butts."

    "Those ves... I mean prisoners of war, although they can take on the harshest wastnd work, it¡¯s too inefficient to plow thend using sticks and hands, and it¡¯s impossible toplete the production mission without proper equipment."@@novelbin@@

    "We need at least 1,200 sets of farm implements, including hoes, rakes, shovels, and some seeders, as well as transport tools such as trolleys. Since we don¡¯t have enough ox, we have to use prisoners instead."

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and asked, "How many tools do we have in stock?"

    Luca said with a wry smile. "Sir, we don¡¯t have any inventory... The entire industrial area is producing arms. The only 120 sets of tools were brought from Highway Town and other survivors¡¯ settlements, but the quality of their tools isn¡¯t very good. Less than half of them are made of iron."

    Hearing the helplessness in Luca¡¯s tone, Chu Guang was slightly embarrassed.

    Because of the external pressure, he admitted that he had indeed focused too much on arming his force a little while ago, but it was also something that couldn¡¯t be helped.

    Besides, it wasn¡¯t a bad thing.

    The arms industry had driven steel production capacity, and steel production capacity had increased.

    With the current condition, it would be very easy to build a few farm tools.

    "I will find a way to solve this problem," Chu Guang pondered for a moment and promised, "I will try my best to make up 300 sets of tools needed fornd remation within a week, and try to close all the gaps by the end of the month. What about our neighbors? Is there a way to borrow some from them?"

    Luca thought about it and said. "Brown Farm should have some, but I¡¯m afraid it won¡¯t be enough. As far as I know, they have less than 25,000 square meters of arablend even if you count the indoor nting area."

    <em>25,000 square meters¡­ </em>

    Chu Guang shook his head. "Too little."

    From the northern part of Linghu Lake to the Elm District forest, there were more than 100 square kilometers of wastnd. 25,000 square meters wasn¡¯t enough at all!

    In Chu Guang¡¯s n, the first phase of the nned area of ??arablend was 20 square kilometers, to ensure that it could feed at least 30,000 people, and to produce part of the cash crops to supply raw materials such as nt fibers, oil, and rubber needed by the industrial zone.

    It was not just tool shortages.

    Manpower was also a big issue.

    In the absence of automated equipment, Chu Guang could only rely on humanbor. It was roughly estimated that at least 1,000 to 3,000 people would be mobilized to reim the 20 square kilometers ofnd.

    At present, there were about 700 prisoners of war that could be used.

    There were currently more than 1,500 people in refugee camps, but only 50% of them were youngborers, and some of them had already been absorbed by industrial areas.

    The reason why the rifles and bullets in the hands of yers could be sold so cheaply was inseparable from the sweat of these people on the assembly line.

    Children under the age of 12 weren¡¯t useful, and even if women and elderly people who could work were put into the production line, it was estimated that only 400 to 500 people could be gathered.

    After pondering for a moment, Chu Guang muttered, "Part of the production mission can be allocated to yers who like farming, and a unique farming career can be designed.¡±

    "If it works well, they can apply for morend."

    At the end of the day, farming was a technical job which required a lot of patience.

    Farming in Wastnd Online was very different from other online farming games.

    Growing and harvesting vegetables was not a matter of two clicks of the mouse. Not only would the seeds have to be sown, but it would also require regr watering, fertilization, pest control, and expelling the unique mutants on the wastnd and defending against extreme weather on the wastnd.

    The climate in the wastnd was not as smooth as it was in reality.

    Even in the less radioactive suburbs, clouds of unusual color would asionally drift across the sky. It would be fine when it was not raining, but it would be very bad when it rained...

    After listening to Luca¡¯s report, Chu Guang continued to look at Wrench waiting at the side. Judging from the expression on his face, he seemed to have some good news to tell him.

    Before waiting for the administrator to ask, Wrench immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to speak after he saw Luca finally finish speaking, "Sir, I also have something important to report!"

    "What is it?"

    Restraining the joy in his heart, Wrench said excitedly. "The marauders stationed at Remote Creek Town have withdrawn!"

    <em>Withdrawn?</em>

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed.

    <em>What the hell!</em>

    <em>Why! Why did they run away?!</em>

 Chapter 239.1: Alpha 1.0, Lifestyle Professions Getting Buffed Again?!

    "God damn it! They ran away." Standing on the edge of the forest on the northeast side of Elm District, Chu Guang held binocrs and looked out at Remote Creek Town hundreds of meters away. After seeing the empty town, he couldn¡¯t help but curse.

    A few days ago, the guard had patrolled the entire northern suburbs with snow crawlers, searching for the six escaped marauderpanies. 3 of them were wiped out, but more than half of the marauders escaped.

    Chu Guang guessed that some of the marauders ran to Lion Fang and brought him the news of ck Snake¡¯s defeat.

    But what he didn¡¯t expect was that those people would be so spineless.

    Not only didn¡¯t they attack them, but they turned around and ran away!

    "Fight if you can, and run if you can¡¯t. This is more like the style of those marauders." Standing next to Chu Guang, Vanus also held binocrs and continued after observing for a while. "... But these fortifications are very Army-like."

    The marauders fortified the ruins with wood, dug trenches in the streets, and set up barricades and bunkers.

    It had been converted into a fort.

    On a three-story ruin, he even saw a cannon emcement reinforced with sandbags and wood. Judging from the concave shooting hole, it was probably some kind of curved infantry cannon. However, the cannon there had been removed."It can be seen that they evacuated very hastily, and only had time to set fire to the ce... Most of the fortifications aren¡¯t destroyed."

    Chu Guang put away the binocrs and tapped his index finger on the side of the helmet. "First wave, advance."

    "Copy." Liu Ding, who was standing 500 meters ahead, received the order and gestured to the yers beside him.

    After receiving the order, 5 teams of 10 yers immediately moved forward and entered this abandoned town from five directions.

    Wearing an exoskeleton with welded steel tes, Old White held an LD-47J light machine gun in his hand, ncing around the street.

    There was also a two-meter-long Lance hanging on his back, but it would unlikely be used in such close distance.

    "It¡¯s so quiet here."

    "The marauders stationed here probably had withdrawn," Ample Time nced at the human skull on the side of the road and looked around alertly. "The whole town doesn¡¯t look like there is anyone living in it."

    There was bloodstained graffiti on the wall, as well as some crooked words and symbols. It looked like a ritual of some kind of evil cult.

    Unfinished corpses were thrown on the side of the road, and filth was everywhere on the street; it was aplete mess.

    Night Ten gulped. The atmosphere here was so oppressive that he felt suffocated.

    He¡¯d rather have a head-to-head with the marauders than explore a ce where he was physically ufortable. "Damn, why does it feel like a horror game..."

    Gale nced around, nodding expressionlessly. "Mhm, it does feel like the <em>Resident Evil </em>Version of <em>Silent Hill</em>..."

    It was too quiet. Let alone a living person, even a rat could not be seen.

    The group continued to advance along the route indicated on the VM, and cooperated with other teams to conduct a round of searches for the outer area of ??the entire town.

    After confirming that there were no marauders, they continued along the main road and advanced to the very center of the town.

    There was a clock tower here, with a wide view around the town. It was the tallest building in the whole town, probably used by those marauders as a headquarters or something simr.

    Pushing open the wooden door of the clock tower, Old White, who was in the front, walked in first, but was quickly driven out by the stench inside.

    "Fucking hell¡­"

    "What did you see?" Night Ten walked up curiously.

    "I advise you better not to look at it." Old White just said this sentence, but it was toote. Night Ten, who walked in through the door, was already holding the door and retching.

    In the hall of the clock tower, corpses piled up into a hill.

    The humming of the flies was like a tsunami, the ck creatures were crawling on the corpse piles, and the hot air came with a rotten stench. It was as if all the cockroaches in the town hade here. The small ones were as big as fists, and the big ones were bigger than shoes...

    Gale went in and took a look, stunned slightly. "This is too..."

    <em>This visual impact¡­</em>

    Even if there was a filter, he would be somewhat polluted spiritually. It was just like a nightmare.

    "... I feel that the public beta is still very far away. If they don¡¯t change the blood and corpses into green squares, I¡¯m afraid the game will probably be banned." Elf Wang said, smacking his tongue.

    Irene gave him an ambiguous look. "Be confident. It¡¯s definitely going to be banned from the markets."

    ...

    After an hour of carpet searching, it was basically confirmed that the marauder brigade stationed at Remote Creek Town had withdrawn.

    They had withdrawn about three days ago, relocating to West Continent City, which was due north.

    Before the retreat, the marauders executed all the ves, sprinkled their corpses with eggs of mutants, burned supplies that couldn¡¯t be taken away, and even set the fortifications on fire.

    However, most of the wooden bunkers and barricades survived, except for the burnt food, due tock of fuel.

    In another half a month, the whole town may be a paradise for mutant cockroaches and flies.

    Although those little guys were not strong, and it was difficult to pose a direct threat to the wastnders, they were quite good at spreading diseases and stealing supplies.

    Obviously, Lion Fang didn¡¯t want the fortress to fall into the hands of the survivors in the northern suburbs, so he tried to prevent them from upying it that way.

    Chu Guang ordered the yer to set a fire on the clock tower and burn the mutants and corpses inside.

    From this town to the outpost it was nearly 30 kilometers; recovering these bodies was too difficult and not worth it.

    Two Active Matter Extractors were already working around the clock, and the current month¡¯s production tasks schedule was already full.

    At least for a while, there was no need to worry about the clones¡¯ resurrection.@@novelbin@@

    Standing at the north intersection of Remote Creek Town, Wrench spread out a map in front of Chu Guang, and used a marker to mark several red crosses along the contour line. "... It is nearly 20 kilometers from Remote Creek Town to the southernmost point of West Continent City, and there are hills and forests along the way. Although there are three roads from the pre-war era, they are basically in a dpidated status. So if they n to sneak attack us from the north, the choices for the marching route are pretty limited."

    "I propose to build a base of operations in Remote Creek Town, set up a radio base station, and build outposts along the northern hills. In that way, we can closely monitor the movement in the north!"

    Chu Guang stared at the map for a while, then looked at the forest-covered hill to the north. The snow covering the treetops stretched as far as the eye could see, and only a few abandoned high-voltage electricity towers and a few structures of unknown use could be seen in the vast white snowy world.

    There was a good view and the surrounding terrain was rtively open.

    If an outpost could be established on the top of that hill, it should not be a problem to bring an area of 5 kilometers or even 10 kilometers into view.

    The only thing they needed to worry about was the mutants in the forest.

    Like monsters, cave beasts, mutant brown bears, wild boars, apes, and even Deathws, they were all very likely to appear in the forest.

    At least two machine guns and one 20mm cannon must be deployed per post, as well as 2 Armor Fist Bazookas.

    That should be able to keep the sentinels safe.

    Nodding lightly, Chu Guang said, "That¡¯s a good suggestion. How many people do you think it¡¯s appropriate to station in each post?"

    Wrench thought for a moment and said. "There should be at least 6 people for each post. They can split into 2 groups and take shifts to guard the post. So 30 people should be enough."

    Chu Guang picked up the marker and added three marks on the map, then returned the map to Wrench. "I will give you 50 people. You can increase the number of outposts from 5 to 8. Be sure to keep an eye on this area! If there is any situation, report it to me in time."

    The job of standing guard could only be handed over to the guards, and yers wouldn¡¯t do boring work 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week.

    He was a gamer himself, and he could camp for a boss all day, but it was impossible to camp there all the time.

    However, it was possible to release some missions rted to Remote Creek Town, and divert a batch of hunters, scavengers, explorers, and Life Profession yers to this area, and the number of people should be controlled between 20 and 90.

    With the fixed NPC sentries, it should be foolproof.

    Wrench responded seriously, "Yes, sir!"

 Chapter 239.2: Alpha 1.0, Lifestyle Professions Getting Buffed Again?!

    The ins of River Valley Province were mainly concentrated at the north and south ends, which linked the east and west in the form of strips on the map. They were the important transportation channels from the eastern provinces to the western provinces.

    They were basically the corridors.

    Therge area sandwiched by 2 corridors was dominated by hills and gentle slopes, with a few ins scattered sporadically.

    Most of the pre-war cities were also on these ins, or at least centered on the ins, spreading out to the hills.

    ?Most of the survivors of Clearspring City were doing wellrgely because they sat right on the east-west transportation hub, where there wererge ins.

    Unless the route was blocked by heavy snow, there were usually many caravans passing through the northern or southern suburbs of Clearspring City, and they usually brought a lot of good stuff.

    The location of Remote Creek Town was right at the northernmost edge of the Elm District, which was also the northernmost edge of this southern corridor.

    After passing through the hills to the north and continuing to walk for more than 20 kilometers, one would arrive at West Continent City controlled by the Fang n.

    Whether it was to protect farnd and the safety of Longevity Town, or to ensure the smooth flow of trade routes, Remote Creek Town had to be controlled due to its strategic location."If I were from the Bonechewer n, I would wait until the fall ande back again." Vanus, who was standing next to Chu Guang, nced at the direction to the north and continued. "Would you like to consider deploying a 100mm cannon on the hill? It has average anti-armor capabilities, but it¡¯s no problem to blow up infantry and break the tracks of some vehicles."

    Chu Guang looked at him and said, "That¡¯s part of my n. Speaking of which, how far can the Army¡¯s artillery hit?"

    Vanus thought for a moment before answering. "The effective range is 11 kilometers, but sometimes it can reach 13 kilometers. If it is a rocket-assisted projectile, the range may be doubled. But from the batch of shells you seized, it seems that they are all ordinary high-explosive shells."

    When attacking Pioneer before, the two howitzers he used were the Army¡¯s standard 100mm artillery equipment, which could hit Longevity Town more than ten kilometers away from inside the forests of Elm District.

    It was just that the cannons didn¡¯t y a role in the battle.

    Not only were most of the projectiles fired were intercepted by a higher-tech point defense system, they were also locked by drones and blown up to the sky by the Enterprise¡¯s employees with two metal hydrogen bombs.

    But frankly speaking,pared to the high-tech equipment of Enterprise, which was expensive to manufacture and maintain, this kind of cheap, easy-to-use, simple, direct, and powerfulrge-caliber artillery was more suitable for the environment on the wastnd.

    After all, using a good thing like metallic hydrogen to deal with marauders was too wasteful.

    It was like shooting a cockroach with a submachine gun.

    After leaving Wrench, Liu Ding and other guards here, Chu Guang led the yers back home.

    After a whole winter of hard work, Chu Guang finally opened up the space for development.

    Now that spring was here, if he didn¡¯t start farming, his men would starve to death.

    After returning to the shelter, Chu Guang first opened the Shelter System, went to the Administrator Menu, and confirmed the reward points.

    Due to the diligent work of the yers during this period, the reward points consumed in the celebration some time ago had recovered a lot, and now there were a total of 271 points.

    "It¡¯s time to open the loot boxes again." After some deliberation, Chu Guang selected 2 advanced loot boxes, 5 intermediate loot boxes, and 21 basic loot boxes.

    With the slight shaking of the wall, the alloy door opened, and the reward from the loot box was quickly sent out along the conveyor belt.

    Looking at the things on the conveyor belt, a surprised expression appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "This¡­"

    It was a set of jet-ck exoskeletons with blue lines visible on the surface, and the shape was somewhat simr to the Type 5 exoskeleton, but it was not small in size; it was muchrger than the Type 5 exoskeleton.

    To make an inappropriate but vivid analogy, if the Type 5 exoskeleton was a basketball jersey, this new exoskeleton would be the American football attire. There were heavyposite tes hanging on the chest area, and its scale-like armor linings covered almost 90 percent of the user¡¯s body.

    <strong>[Type-6 ¡°Heavy Cavalry¡± police exoskeleton:</strong> Improved from the Type 5 model, which has stronger bulletproof ability than the Light Cavalry exoskeleton. Not only can it resist the shooting of light weapons, but it also can resist shockwave and fragmentation damage from explosions to a certain extent.<strong>]</strong>

    "Not bad." Chu Guang put it on with great interest and moved around with it to test it.

    Its power source was probably a chemical battery like azide or solid hydrogen, and its battery life was 24 hours under normal use.

    Compared with the nuclear-powered exoframe, this thing was more suitable for daily use, and it could be recharged when the electricity was used up, so there was no need to find cold fusion batteries everywhere.

    As for the other advanced loot box, the reward was very general, it was an EMP grenade.

    So far, the things he obtained from the advanced loot box were the most useless.

    The rewards from the intermediate loot boxes and basic loot boxes were not bad, including 2 syringes, 2 boxes of bandages, a box of antibiotics, and a lot of cans, portable food and condiments.

    "It¡¯s a pity that there aren¡¯t any seeds this time."

    It would be perfect if he could unlock a few more high-yielding crops!

    After confirming the rewards, Chu Guang came to the office, turned on theputer, and logged on to the official website to check on his yers.

    yers were still as enthusiastic as always.

    The two factory managers of Steel nt 81 were having a heated discussion with cloud gamers, whether to change the 20mm autocannon into a 37mm rapid-fire gun to increase the charge of the cannonball and produce a greater explosion effect.

    Mosquito drew a picture with a pencil that only he could understand, showing the new equipment being developed by Goblin Technology. It was a Crab Tank armored by Cracklew Crab shell, powered by wood-powered engine, equipped with an 88mm short-barreled mortar and a 20mm autocannon!

    Although everyone mocked him that it probably wouldn¡¯t even block a shot from a tank, Mosquito still insisted that it was a piece of equipment that met the needs of the wastnd.

    "How can there be so much steel for tanks! And this is wastnd, brothers, how can there be so many tanks for you?"

    "Obviously what we need is heavy equipment that can quickly harvest soft targets and can traverse rough terrain. It doesn¡¯t need a lot of protection, as long as it can protect against bullets."

    "The Cracklew Crab¡¯s shell is perfect for this! With eight robotic legs, it can traverse ravines, pits, and bunkers like a spider, clearing the way for our troops across the board to provide direct fire support! Even the Deathw would have to run away like a reptile in front of the 88mm mortar!"

    Failed Sessfully raised an eyebrow and mumbled, "Although I don¡¯t understand it at all, it sounds awesome."

    Lightning Professor snorted, "How do you n to coordinate the movement of the eight mechanical legs? And what if one breaks? I¡¯d say it¡¯s better to just install tracks, or get big tires, like an off-road vehicle!"

    Mosquito giggled to himself sinisterly in a corner, "Hehe, it¡¯s none of your business! I certainly have a way to do it!"

    Hignd Security Guard stood at the side and suggested, "You guys should hurry up and build a ne. Wouldn¡¯t a piston-propeller ne be much better? It can not only strafe the enemy line, but also do recon missions. It¡¯s more than enough to fight a few bandits."

    Great Ivan also decided to join in the conversation. "Why don¡¯t you build an airship directly! That thing can drop a lot of bombs. I¡¯m talking about tons of explosives!"

    "Get lost! It¡¯s easy for you to say. Why don¡¯t you get into the game and do it yourself?" Mosquito barked suddenly.

    Bathroom Goer, who had been watching the whole time, finally spoke, "But to be honest, you can try to build a wooden ne. I remember that the British¡¯s Mosquito Bomber seems to be made of wood and glue, and it can even be made by furniture factories. Only the engine,nding gear and connecting parts are made of metal. But it can carry 4,000 pounds of bombs, and is especially fast,parable to BF109. The only drawback is that it may cost a lot of pilots.¡±

    "How about Russian¡¯s Polikarpov Po-2. It seems to be a wooden ne too, and it was in service for half a century."<strong></strong>Athlete Foot chimed in excitedly at the side.

    Irene gasped, "Bedcheck Charlie? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)"

    Looking at the content of these yers¡¯ exchanges, Chu Guang was very pleased.

    <em>Airne.</em>

    <em>That¡¯s good shit.</em>

    <em>If there¡¯s an airstrip in Longevity Town, it shouldn¡¯t be a problem to fly a ne to West Continent City to take a few photos from the sky to see the deployment of the Fang n of in that area.</em>

    <em>That way, we can be better prepared for the next attack. Better yet, we may even be able to find an opportunity to attack them.</em>

    However, that was not the priority at the moment.

    The worst was over. Shelter 404 had been preparing for the battle for a whole winter. What was needed most now was to develop themselves.

    After entering February, there would be arge wave of caravans passing through Clearspring City, and the buff of being Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner would soone in handy.

    Before that, he needed to be fully prepared to seize the historic opportunity.@@novelbin@@

    "The food seized from ck Snake should be able to feed another 300 people. Although it is a month ahead of schedule, now is the time when more manpower is needed. The shelter needs more Lifestyle Profession yers, especially those who have farming experience. It¡¯s time to release Alpha 1.0." Chu Guang nodded to himself.

    It was not difficult to select those yers.

    The number of applications has exceeded 100,000. Based on the questionnaires, it was more than enough to select 300 yers with userbels such as "Agriculture-rted upations or majors", "Farming tendencies", "Business game enthusiasts", "Hard-working", or stuff like that.

    There was no need for these 300 people to go farming obediently. It was neither realistic nor in line with the logic of the game.

    But as long as a tenth of them, even one twentieth of them could be like Makka Pakka, who couldn¡¯t wait to farm 24 hours a day, that would be enough for Chu Guang.

    It was best that these yers couldbine their real-life experience to improve agricultural tools and nting techniques and bring them to the wastnd.

    Now that the industrial zone was able to independently produce the portable steam engine, and Mosquito even started to make crab battle tanks, it should not be a problem to build 2 tractors before the spring plowing started.

    With some other cheap and easy-to-use tools, as long as yers could solve one third of the production mission, they could help Chu Guang a lot!

    After thinking for a while, Chu Guang opened his document and started to type.

    <strong>[Alpha 1.0 version update announcement!]</strong>

    <strong>[Major update]</strong>

    <strong>[1.</strong> The number of closed alpha yers has increased to 1100!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. </strong>New upations such as "Farmer" and "Operator" are added, and the agricultural andmercial systems are fully upgraded!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Optimization]</strong>

    <strong>[1. Richer mission content: </strong>The game content is expanded to the Remote Creek Town area, and more mutants can be hunted. However, please be careful, there are Deathws wandering in that area. Because all your equipment will be dropped upon dying, low-level yers please proceed with caution!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[2. More NPCs and merchants with unique styles: </strong>After the game time enters February, there will be merchants from the eastern and western provinces passing through Longevity Town.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[3. A richer ecosystem: </strong>Starting from the new version, yers can capture mutant cubs, domesticate wild animals, and turn them into pets. They will be your good helpers, whether it is helping you search for prey, carrying goods, or plowing in the fields... For more gamey, please explore by yourself.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[4. </strong>Fixed a few bugs.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[New Expansion: </strong>"Forging Swords into Plows" is now online!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Beta testing will be opened after the expansion pack is unlocked, so stay tuned for more new content, new maps and new elements!]</strong>

 Chapter 240.1: Third Expansion, Online!

    <strong>[New Expansion: </strong>Forging Swords into Plows<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Introduction: </strong>Winter hase to an end, and the time for the recovery of all things ising. Right now is a critical period for plowing thends. Only by ensuring the food supply in theing year can we wake up morepatriots and start the next stage of work.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Content: </strong>From now on, Wastnd Online will open a series of missions that include farming, management and other rted elements. yers can ept them through your VM or from NPCs such as Luca, Guo Bull, and Guo Horse. Completing the mission with the expansionbel can get event points.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[After the expansion, the points can be used for prize draws, redemption of expansion titles, special rewards, and agriculturalnd!]</strong>

    Happiness came too suddenly.

    Without the slightest sign, not even a promotional video, the Alpha 1.0 version and the new expansion suddenly appeared on the notice board of Wastnd Online¡¯s official website.

    Almost at the same time as the announcement was published, the yers who were sharing their gaming experience on the official website, and theizens who were doing daily shit posting instantly lost their minds!

    In less than a minute, hundreds ofments popped up below the announcement.

    Tail: !!!Quit Smoking: New expansion?! Awesome!

    Makka Pakka: Making swords into plows?! And event points can be exchanged fornd?! Damn, my DNA can¡¯t wait anymore!

    Sword Execution: Life Profession yers are ecstatic!

    Teng Teng: There¡¯s finally an expansion that belongs to Lifestyle Profession yers. I can¡¯t do anything in battles. QAQ

    Yaya: It¡¯s okay! Left battles to Yaya, Teng Teng just need to make good-looking clothes! (@¡Ý¦á¡Ü@)

    Night Ten: Just a quick question, has Boss Ya ever been on the front line? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: ??? Has anyone told you before that you are very rude?

    Eye Owe Money: Wait a minute, in the first two expansions, Winter Is Coming, and Continental Vessel, was there an expansion that didn¡¯t buff the Lifestyle Profession yers?!

    Darkest: That¡¯s right! Don¡¯t try to tamper with our memories! Combat Profession yers also need their own expansions! (Crazy)

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Please Devs, respawn another wave of marauders! I just spent money to make a bulletproof modification for the exoskeleton I bought, but you told me those marauders ran away! T. T

    Spring Water Commander: Should¡¯ve bought a tractor with that money, right? Fortunately, I saved my money. (Smirk)

    Night Ten: I suggest the next expansion be the Burning Crusade. I think we canpletely take down West Continent City and help Little Sister Teng Teng open the northern market. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Irene: You want to trade with marauders? But I don¡¯t think marauders there can afford clothes. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Lightning Professor: Tsk, you guys, you guys are still too young, too simple. Who said that there is no residual value for the poor? Can¡¯t afford it? Easy. Just build a few ntations and send them in to grow cotton. If they have a job, they should be able to afford it. (Evil Smile)

    Night Ten: Damn, my understanding of the expansion is not even as good as a Cloud Gamer?!

    Old White: Come and work in our brick factory. We will hire you as the factory manager. (Evil Smile)

    Lightning Professor: Sigh, I still didn¡¯t have the invitation. T. T

    Chu Guang briefly nced at thement area below the announcement, and found that the enthusiasm of the yers for the new version and expansion was off the charts.

    Many yers began to share their experience of growing vegetables on the forum, and hard-core yers even posted the design drawings of agricultural machinery on the forum. ???¦­??¨º?

    Although most of these posts ended up being offt-opic and turned into the posts with people showing how muchnd they possessed in real life, there were still many valuable experiences worthy of reference that were preserved.

    Chu Guang believed that it shoulde in handy in the uing spring.

    If it was not for the fact that the characters in the game also needed to sleep, and in reality yers had to go to work, many yers would¡¯ve already put on their helmets and logged into the game.

    There were also those neers who had just obtained the invitations for the Alpha test. In ecstasy, they expressed their eptance speeches one after another.

    As for the cloud gamers who still didn¡¯t get the invitation for the Alpha test...@@novelbin@@

    Although Chu Guang also felt pity for them, he couldn¡¯t do anything about it.

    It was true that he was the designer of the game, but this game was not a real game. Even a wishing machine like the ck box needed to consume electricity and materials to produce a nurturing chamber, and the maximum output was 24 a day.

    Something that didn¡¯t exist couldn¡¯t be created out of thin air.

    At present, there were nearly 100,000 pre-registered yers. However, there were only 300 units of the nurturing chamber left. Even if Chu Guang used all of them, the probability of yers getting the invitation was only 0.3%.

    It was impossible to get everyone into the game.

    Moreover, when the number of immigrants exceeded the limit of society¡¯s ability to support, it wouldn¡¯t be a good thing.

    Like the refugees in the wastnd, if they couldn¡¯t be digested in a short period of time, they would be the breakers of the existing rules and be obstacles to development.

    This was one of the reasons why the vast majority of online games on <em>Steam </em>could not be yed during the discount season or free weekends.

    After reading all the hottest posts on the forum, Chu Guang updated the Development Log as usual after some thought.

    Although the yers were very diligent, in order to let the yers enjoy the game better, and also to appease the Combat Profession yers who felt abandoned by the expansion, Chu Guang felt that it was necessary to talk to the yers about this brand new expansion as the game designer.

    Light: Hello everyone, I¡¯m your dearest game designer Light. Last month, the development department was quite peaceful, and no one was sacrificed this time, but it doesn¡¯t matter. The important thing is that after overworking the entire winter, we finally got to the Alpha 1.0 version!

    - Thank you to all the alpha testers for your continuous efforts and support, as well as the programmers who worked overtime until they went bald, and the NPCs who risked their lives to fix screws on the assembly line. Without your tireless efforts, we would not have our current achievements.

    - Developing a game is not an easy task, especially such an epoch-making game. We are now and will be in the early stages of game development for a long time.

    - Building a utopian virtualmunity is also not an easy task, and it requires our joint efforts. The time needed may be long; it may take three years, maybe five years, but we promise that it will not be longer than <em>Star Citizen</em>, <em>Elder Scrolls 6 </em>or<em> GTA 6</em>, and we will never put half-finished products on the shelves and run away after reaping a profit.

    - I believe that many yers should have discovered that the content of the new expansion is basically concentrated on the word, ¡¯business¡¯.

    - We hope to build a near-real economic system in this way. Every yer and NPC can y a different role in this simted reality system, undertake different social divisions ofbor, and be the builder of this virtualmunity.

    - It may sound idealistic, but we think it¡¯s worth a shot.

    ...

 Chapter 240.2: Third Expansion, Online!

    The next day.

    Before dawn, arge number of yers rushed to Longevity Town excitedly, forming a dark circle around the door of the warehouse.

    Looking at the shelter residents surrounding the warehouse, Luca was startled, thinking that something bad had happened.

    "Is there anything I can help?"

    "I¡¯m here to do a mission!"

    "Farmnd! Where is the farm?"

    "My hoe is already thirsty for some action!"@@novelbin@@

    Although Luca didn¡¯t understand what the yers were saying, he quickly realized that it was probably rted to the administrator¡¯s arrangements.

    He immediately opened the VM and took a look.<em>Sure enough, it is!</em>

    <em>These shelter residents are here to help!</em>

    After reading the instructions of the administrator, Luca was moved. He couldn¡¯t help but look at the yers surrounding the warehouse door.

    It was difficult not to admire their dedication and hard-working spirit.

    In a solemn and serious tone, Luca said, "We need to nt the seeds in the spring, and before we can nt the seeds, we need to clear the weed, level the ground, drive out the mutants that are active in the area, and destroy their nests."

    "We are short of manpower at the moment, so thank you for helping us at this time!"

    "Please bring your tools ande with me!"

    After saying that, Luca walked ahead and took the yers to the open space on the west side of Longevity Town.

    The terrain there was rtively t, and it was rtively close to the warehouse. It was also an area that was rtively easy to plow.

    In the n of the administrator, thisnd was owned by the shelter, and would be cultivated by the hired farmers. The harvested grain would enter the granary as a strategic reserve to bnce the grain price in the market. ??¦­¨®??¨§?

    Further west wasnd nned to be contracted to private individuals, and further to the west was the area that prisoners of war were responsible for reiming.

    After arriving at the destination, the specific wastnd remation mission was quickly refreshed on the yer¡¯s VM, and the area that each yer or team was responsible for was also marked on the map.

    For every 666 square meters ofnd cultivated, yers could get 100 event reward points.

    After the expansion ended, yers only needed to spend as little as 300 event points to exchange a piece of theirnd, and they could nt anything they wanted on it, as long as they didn¡¯t change how they used thend.

    If they spend more points, they could also buy fertilend on the edge of Linghu Lake.

    Under the temptation of thend, the enthusiasm of the yers to open up more parts of the wastnd could be said to be unprecedentedly high.

    Especially seeing the proficiency of farming skills rising steadily, many people worked even harder.

    Using ability users to cultivate thend, such a unique thing would probably only happen in the area of Clearspring City.

    But even so,nd remation was still not an easy task.

    The first was to clear the weeds.

    Ordinary grass was fine, but if it was old tree roots or bushes, it would take some work to dig the roots out.

    And weeding alone was not enough. yers also needed to level thend, moving the soil from the higher area to the low-lying ce, then making ridges around the fields, and getting chemical fertilizer or manure in the fields.

    When spring began, the yers would need to plow the soil again, breaking up therge pieces of soil and picking up the concrete g and undegraded garbage buried in the soil. Then fences should be ced around the fields to prevent some small animals from eating the seeds.

    Fortunately, the area Clearspring City located on was a in, and if an ordinary survivor family worked together, they would be able to plow 18,000 square meters ofnd in the autumn, which was not bad.

    However, that was only possible in autumn.

    If it was in cold winter, and it happened to be snowing right after harvesting, it would be extremely troublesome. Not to mention the thick snow covering the ground, even if the snow melted, the soil in the ground would freeze and be too solid to be plowed.

    Plowing the soil in a condition like that was like plowing a concrete wall, not only would one not be able to make a dent on the ground, but one¡¯s hands would hurt badly.

    Therefore, if yers wanted to open up wastnd in winter, it was not enough to just use a hoe; they also had to switch to the kind of pickaxe used for breaking stones, which could be said to be very realistic.

    ...

    At dusk.

    Sitting on the ridge, Night Ten, who was carrying an iron pickaxe and hoe, gasped while out of breath, "Fucking hell, I¡¯m supposed to be azy person who would avoid all kinds of work, but I actually plowed thend all day today!"

    Perception type yers only had an initial strength of 5, and after they awakened, they might possess 7 points in strength. It was equivalent to 140% of the average of normal adult males, and was slightly stronger than the intelligence type.

    However, he was still exhausted.

    The fatigue debuff had already appeared on his VM, and he felt like he could no longer move both his hands and legs.

    If it was in reality, it would not be as simple as being tired, and most likely, their muscles would have already started to hurt!

    However, a day¡¯s hard work was not without harvest.

    After plowing a piece ofnd by himself, his proficiency in farming rose to two levels, and he was 1 level away from unlocking the first achievement.

    With the hoe on his shoulder, Old White, who was also exhausted, took a breath and sighed, "I¡¯ve done it before, but I¡¯ve never used such a primitive tool."

    He was probably the most capable member of the Bull and Horse Squad, and he had plowed three times morend than Night Ten all by himself.

    It was basically equivalent to five times the work efficiency of refugees!

    Night Ten looked at him curiously and asked, "Speaking of which, Old White, what exactly do you do in reality? How can you know how to make bricks and charcoal, while also knowing how to do farm work?"

    Old White smiled. "Didn¡¯t I tell you already that my hometown is in the countryside, and I asionally helped my family with farm work when I was a child. It has nothing to do with what I do now, and there are not many people in my hometown farming anymore. I actually almost forgot about it. But experiencing it asionally do make me miss those old days."

    Night Ten nodded slightly, but he didn¡¯t fully understand what Old White meant.

    He grew up in the city since he was a child after all, so it was understandable why he didn¡¯t know much about this.

    Gale, who was sitting next to him, wiped his sweat, nced at the fruits of hisbor, and said with his eyes narrowed, "We can¡¯t continue like this. It would take us ages toplete the mission... We have to improve our tools."

    Ample Time nodded in agreement. "Indeed, grinding our axe won¡¯t dy the work of cutting firewood. If we keep plowing the soil like this, we may not be able to plow 6,000 square meters ofnd by the end of the month."

    Night Ten looked at them both and asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

    Ample Time and Gale looked at each other, and thetter nodded. "Wait for another 3 days. I have a friend who has just received the invitation for the test. He should be able to help a little."

    Night Ten asked curiously, "Who? Male or female? What kind of friend?"

    Gale didn¡¯t bother to answer the annoying guy¡¯s questions. After a pause, he continued. "Professor Wang from the Engineering Department in my university. He specialized in Mechanical Engineering and Automation. In terms of application knowledge, he knows more than I do."

    ...

    2 days passed since the new expansion wasunched.

    At present, at least two-thirds of the 800 yers in the entire server were involved in the wastnd remation work.

    The remaining one-third of the yers also indirectly supported thend remation work in other forms even if they were not interested in farming and did not want to level up their farming skill proficiency.

    Such as Steel nt 81.

    In just two days, 500 sets of steel structuralponents for agricultural implements were produced by means of mold casting.

    After the small workshops in the industrial area rushed their production to equip the hoes, pickaxes and other tools with wooden handles, the first batch of tools were quickly sent to the front line, recing inefficient and poor quality wooden and stone tools.

    Another example was Mosquito.

    Mosquito made a huge contribution this time again.

    He modified his Hell¡¯s Breath a little bit, increased the output power of the portable steam engine, and made a simple tractor out of it.

    Not only could it carry goods, but he also added a rake behind the tractor for plowing.

    This thing would help yers greatly in the entirend remation mission.

    However, Mosquito was not a phnthropist. Seeing that the price tag of 2,000 silver coins scared other yers away, he immediately started a leasing business.

    yers could rent the tractor for 10 silver coins an hour, or 50 silver coins a day.

    After finding out the new payment model, all the yers cursed him loudly, but in order to improve efficiency, they still had to pay for it.

    Discovering that it was such great business to rent tractors, Steel nt 81 immediately made a copy and started to charge yers only 40 silver coins a day.

    Chu Guang also ordered 10 units from each of the two workshops at the price of 2,000 silver coins per unit for the delivery before the end of the month.

    Afterpleting the order, the yers from the two workshops could also get 5,000 Longevity Town regional prestige, and 500 contribution points.

    Faced with an order worth 20,000 silver coins, Mosquito and the two factory managers of Steel nt 81 immediately told Chu Guang that they would work overtime to produce and deliver the equipment in the order as soon as possible.

    In addition to missions for Lifestyle Profession yers, there were also missions for Combat Profession yers.

    Such as killing mutant wild boars, destroying hyena dens, building fences, and the like.

    In the evening of the second day after the expansion wasunched.

    At the entrance to the Longevity Town warehouse.

    Facing Chu Guang who came to inspect the work, Luca reported the progress of thend remation work to him excitedly. "Sir, in the past 48 hours, your residents have reimed 666,000 square meters of wastnd!"

    "At this rate, it won¡¯t even take until the end of the month. At most, we will be able toplete the target of 6,660,000 square kilometers of wastnd in 15 days!" He continued with an expression of joy and disbelief on his face.

    He originally thought that the shelter residents could not adapt to such high-intensitybor, but he did not expect that they were far more capable than he thought, andpleted one-tenth of the expected goal in just 2 days.

    ording to the n of the administrator, the first batch of arablend they had nned to reim was 19,000,000 square meters.

    Among them, 6,000,000 square meters would bepleted by the shelter residents, and half of the remaining would be handled by prisoners of war and the other half by refugees.

    They may even be able to reim more than that!

    Although the seeds hadn¡¯t been nted yet, he seemed to have seen fields full of ripened golden wheat stretching as far as the eye could see and granaries filled with grains!

    Chu Guang was not surprised by what Luca reported.

    The main reason was that he had never worked in the fields, so he didn¡¯t know how difficult it was to open up the wastnd.

    "666,000 square meters... if there are 600 people, they managed to convert an average of 550 square meters per person per day?"

    Touching his chin, Chu Guang thought for a moment. "Is this fast or slow?"

    "Sir, they are really fast!" Listening to the words of the administrator, Luca couldn¡¯t help sweating. He quickly exined, "Reiming wastnd is different from farming. The workload involved is huge, especially now that the snow has notpletely melted, making it even more difficult."

    "Wait until the middle of the month or even the end of the month, and our progress will be even faster!"

    Chu Guang nodded and said with relief. "Thank you for your hard work!"

    Hearing the administrator¡¯s praise, Luca¡¯s face shed a trace of excitement, and he said respectfully. "I didn¡¯t do anything, but your residents, they are really hard-working."

    "By the way, now that the blizzard has stopped, those refugees ced in the abandoned department store can also gradually move back to Longevity Town. We can¡¯t always give them food for free."

    Chu Guang nodded and mumbled, "<em>Mhm</em>, it¡¯s time to find something for them to do after a whole winter of recovery."

    After inspecting the spring plowing work, Chu Guang walked around the warehouse and was about to go to the guards to see the training of the recruits.

    However, at this moment, he suddenly received amunication request from the outpost.

    After epting the request, Liu Ding¡¯s voice came from the earphone before Chu Guang could ask anything. "Sir, a caravan hase from the south of the wend park, and they are now parked at the south gate!"

    "A caravan from the south?" A look of surprise appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face, and he continued immediately, "Are they from Boulder Town?"

    "Yes..." Liu Ding said cautiously, "the owner of this caravan is called Liszt. He ims to be your old acquaintance and wants to meet you."

    <em>Liszt?</em>

    Hearing this familiar name, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and then an expression of interest appeared on his face.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>He¡¯s finally here!</em>

    Chu Guang still didn¡¯t forget the oath he made in the past.

    He vowed that the next time he met that asshole, he would definitely squeeze him dry!

    With a happy smile on his face, Chu Guang continued happily, "Oh! Liszt, that¡¯s my old friend."

    "Quickly invite him to the reception room to entertain him, and prepare tea and some other refreshments. Tell him I¡¯ll be there in a minute!"

 Chapter 241.1: We Provide 2 Sets of Win-Win Solutions. Whichever You Choose, Youâ€™ll Earn Big!

    "¡­ Incredible."

    "Is this the same ce we camest time?"

    Following the guard¡¯s footsteps, the surprised expression never left Liszt¡¯s face from the moment he stepped into the south gate of the Wend Park.

    A straight concrete road below their feet stretched from the south gate of the park to the fort in the forest.

    The road looked like it was built recently.

    It wasn¡¯t surprising in itself. After all, the work of leveling the ground a little and putting ayer of cement on it could be done by any survivor colony of any size as long as they wanted.

    However, for a survivor colony with a poption of less than 100, it was somewhat surprising.

    Liszt said suddenly, "When was thest time we were here?"

    The guard next to Liszt was dazed for a moment, then replied hesitantly, "... It seems to be October."Winter the year before came very early, and the temperature had been decreasing since October. By November, the road from Boulder Town to the northern suburbs waspletely impossible to travel.

    Liszt fell into deep thought.

    It took those blue coats less than three months to cut down more than one-third of the trees in Linghu Wend Park.

    <em>What are they nning to do?</em>

    Just as Liszt was confused, the scene ahead suddenly became clear.

    At the end of the cement road, there were rows of houses built with brick and wood. After a rough calction, there were actually more than a hundred houses.

    And that was just the south gate.

    Looking to the east, there were another two viges. And the situation in the north was even more spectacr. There was probably a market there. There were rows of busy stalls located on both sides of streets that were bustling with people. Just that ce alone seemed to have more than 100 or 200 people.

    <em>How is this 100 person survivor settlement?</em>

    <em>There are at least 500... no, maybe thousands of people here.</em>

    The surprise on Liszt¡¯s face grew stronger.

    For a while, he even doubted if he had really been to this ce.

    Walking with the caravan, an escort with two rifles on his back whispered to a man with a shaved head. "I remember when we were herest time, it seemed to be a bare wooden mound?" ???¦­¨¯§£§§¡ì

    "It¡¯s only been one winter, how many houses have they built?"

    "Since when did they have so many people here?!"

    "And it¡¯s not just the houses... They also repaired the concrete walls, and now more people can stand on that shooting tform."

    The original wall made of construction waste had been reced by a solid concrete wall, and the t wall had even been painted with ayer of white paint.

    In addition, the blue coats had widened the narrow gate.

    The narrow road that could only amodate two ox carts in parallel had now be a wide road that could amodate 4 carts in parallel.

    Dressed in uniform ck coats, guards with rifles on their backs stood meticulously on duty at the gate. In front of the gate were residents with different clothes, some wearing fur clothes, some wearing blue coats, and some wearing more avant-garde clothes that they didn¡¯t know how to evaluate except for being weird and beautiful.

    It appeared that these shelter residents had adapted to life on the surface, and had taken in quite a few wastnders in their settlements.

    It was probably not too developed. At least, they didn¡¯t see street lights on the streets. Butpared to those settlements that would be pitch ck at night, this ce at least had its own public lighting system half relying on torches and coalmps.

    No one looked sallow, and it was hard to imagine that they had just experienced a harsh winter. Adequate supplies made most people full of hope for their future lives, and everything was orderly.

    Liszt suddenly thought of the slums at the gate of Boulder Town.

    There were also houses built on the edge of the wall, but both sides werepletely different.

    "It¡¯s hard to imagine them doing this in just a single winter," gulping, Liszt continued in a surprised tone, "Pang Long, remember the other shelter we went to before? The one that ran out of supplies and had to leave the shelter and build their homes on the surface. Although they also had 500 or 600 people, it looked the same every time we passed there."

    Following Liszt, the man whose right arm and right eye were reced by mechanical prostheses carefully looked around and said in a blunt tone, "Of course I do, sir. But I think it¡¯s also not an easy thing to be able to always stay the same in this world."

    He was Liszt¡¯s old partner. He had followed him to many ces before, including many survivors¡¯ settlement.

    However, there were only a handful of old customers who could do business with them all the time and see them every year.

    Many people may have been there in the fall, but when they went back in the spring again, they would probably no longer be there anymore.

    Like the old town mayor of Baker Street.

    Before the winter was over, he was kicked out of his warm house and driven to Boulder Town.

    Actually, he was considered pretty lucky.

    The unlucky ones either entered the stomachs of mutant humans, or were thrown into the frying pan by marauders, or even eaten raw by mutants. Things like that would happen every year. It wasn¡¯t even something new.

    Therefore, being able to remain the same was indeed a remarkable ability in the wastnd.

    "That¡¯s true." Liszt smiled and said, "But as a partner, I still prefer to do business with ambitious people."

    If his trading partners didn¡¯t be bigger and stronger, how would he be able to make a fortune?

    Liszt still remembered that thest time he did business with people there, the man used 20 kilograms of Blue Umbre Mushroom and 12 pieces of deerskin to exchange a 10KW Wood powered generator, a set of KV-1 exoskeleton, 4 bolt-action iron-barreled rifles, and 120 rounds of ammunition.

    That was thest sale he made after entering the winter.

    Although that man was good at negotiation, which made him lose a lot of chips, the profit from that transaction was still a considerable amount.

    Later, Liszt used the money he earned to buy 12 ves from the Red River Town merchant stranded in Boulder Town, and before the heavy snow blocked the road, he sent them to the Camu Tree ntation, which he ran with a business partner in the south.

    Thinking about what happenedst time, Liszt¡¯s heart couldn¡¯t help but beat faster.

    This time, he brought a lot of goodies.

    He didn¡¯t know how much he would be able to make this trip!

    The caravan stopped at the south gate.

    Some yers who handed in missions near the south gate quickly noticed them and cast curious nces over.

    "Who are those people?"

    "Caravan?"

    "Oh damn, I know these people!"

    "Hurray! Boss Xia¡¯s weapon store can finally be replenished!"

    Just as the yers looked at these people, the escorts of the caravan were also watching those blue coats nervously.

    "Holy shit... There are actually two ability users here?"

    "You sure?!"

    "It can¡¯t be wrong! My special ability is to perceive the aura of the ability user... So I¡¯m positive about it!"

    Pang Long, who was next to Liszt, also frowned slightly.

    Noticing the change in the expressions of his capable subordinate, Liszt nced at him and asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    "The strength of these people is probably much stronger than you expect," Pang Long said softly, "amongst those wearing the shelter uniform... I saw at least 4 ability users inside, and at least 15 people showed signs of awakening. Their individual strength may not be as good as mine, but their overallbat effectiveness is stronger than ours."

    Liszt looked at Pang Long in surprise. Although it sounded ridiculous, he trusted the judgment of his subordinate. "We have to try to avoid conflict with them¡­ Later, you watch our people closely and don¡¯t let them run around causing trouble."

    Pang Long nodded. "Okay."

    Liszt then asked Pang Long to wait at the gate with his subordinates, and he followed the guard wearing the exoskeleton into the gate.

    No survivor colony would allow a group of outsiders with guns to swagger into their home, even if they were familiar with each other.

    However, Liszt still had a certain confidence in his ability to see through people, especially the clients who he had worked with before.

    He could tell at a nce which people he could only do one trade with and who he could trade all the time. It was this discerning vision that allowed him to survive for so long in the wastnd.

    Liu Ding, who was leading the way, didn¡¯t have muchmunication with him along the way. He was so quiet as if he was an android.

    He took the guest from Boulder Town to the reception room.

    Following the instructions of the administrator, Liu Ding poured him a cup of tea and said, "The administrator is still on his way back. It is estimated that it will take half an hour to arrive. You may have to wait for a while."

    Completely different from the impatient look when he came herest time, Liszt said politely with a kind smile on his face, "Don¡¯t worry, I have a lot of time. Besides, we didn¡¯t make an appointment in advance, I hope we didn¡¯t disturb you."

    Bearing in mind the administrator¡¯s instructions, Liu Ding replied politely, "Not at all, the administrator specifically told me that you are his guest, and I must treat you well."

    "If you have any needs, please let me know. I will do my best to get you what you need."

    Liszt politely declined. "No, no, I don¡¯t need anything at the moment!"

    The two then exchanged some pleasantries for a while.

    Liu Ding was not good at dealing with this kind of situation, and there were still other matters for him to deal with, so he didn¡¯t stay for too long. After telling another person to entertain the guest who came from afar, he turned around and left in a hurry.

    Time passed minute by minute.

    Just as Liszt took out his pocket watch for the sixth time to check the time, he finally heard footstepsing from outside the door.

    The footsteps came very timely and it wasn¡¯t even a secondte.

    So much so that Liszt couldn¡¯t help wondering if the man was really punctual or he deliberately let him wait.

    After the door to the reception room opened, he saw a man wearing a dark blue exoframe striding in from the outside.

    Seeing Liszt sitting in the reception room, Chu Guang said to him in a friendly tone with a great smile on his face, "Long time no see, Mr. Liszt!"

    "Yeah, I haven¡¯t seen you all winter, and it¡¯s a pleasure to see you again! I hope my rash visit didn¡¯t disturb you." Liszt got up from the chair, and his eyes were drawn to the exoframe on Chu Guang¡¯s body.

    The dark blue paint and the streamlined shell gave people a strong sense of security just by looking at it.

    Liszt¡¯s eyes couldn¡¯t help but reveal a touch of envy that couldn¡¯t be hidden.

    <em>Exoframe!</em>@@novelbin@@

    <em>And it¡¯s a pre-war design!</em>

    <em>This stuff is good stuff! It can keep the wearer safe even in the most extreme conditions.</em>

    He had been wanting to get a set before, but unfortunately, the exoframe, from the cold fusion battery to theposite armor covering the whole body, was a masterpiece of pre-war technology. The backward industrial capacity on the wastnd simply did not have the conditions to produce treasures like that.

    People couldn¡¯t even get their hands on one in Ideal City.

 Chapter 241.2: We Provide 2 Sets of Win-Win Solutions. Whichever You Choose, Youâ€™ll Earn Big!

    In Boulder Town¡¯s militia, there were a small number of exoframes, but those were strategic reserves, and even if they were broken, they wouldn¡¯t flow into the market. Somerger mercenary groups or military contractors may have one or two sets, but they were basically used like treasures.

    Seeing the fleeting envy in Liszt¡¯s eyes, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

    Having been an NPC for so long, plus his experience in sales before his death, he still had the ability to control his expressions. "Disturb us? Not at all. Seeing you here, I know the northern suburbs of Clearspring City are about to get lively."@@novelbin@@

    Hearing Chu Guang¡¯s humorous remark, Liszt smiled and said. "Not to boast, but we are definitely the first group of caravans to set off in the entire Boulder Town! At least the first group to go north! When other merchants were still nning where to make a fortune, we had already explored the road conditions, packed the goods and hung them on the back of the two-headed oxen."

    Chu Guang asked with interest, "Oh? What good things did you bring this time?"

    <em>I was waiting for this!</em>

    Liszt was overjoyed, and calmly took out a tablet and handed it to Chu Guang with both hands. "As before, here is the list of goods!"

    "We have everything listed on the first five pages with us. Although we didn¡¯t take the marked ones after page five on the road, as long as you are interested, we can find a way to help you get them!"

    Chu Guang took over the tablet and swiped his index finger on the screen.Unlike the list ofmodities he had seenst time, what Liszt¡¯s caravan brought this time were all weapons this time, as well as the KV-1 exoskeletons.

    To be honest, aside from the exoskeletons and solid-state hydrogen batteries that could be used to power exoskeletons and drones, Chu Guang was not very interested in the weapons on the list.

    Things like assault rifles, grenades, rocketunchers¡­ The new industrial zone had long been able to produce them independently.

    Besides, he could tell that Liszt was really dishonest. All he had were cheap ones assembled from receivers and barrels that were eliminated by the Boulder Town arsenal.

    Now even amongst neers, only a few would genuine wastnd specialties like them.

    Looking at Liszt¡¯s eager face, Chu Guang had an idea, and he asked casually, "Why are there only weapons on the list? Didn¡¯t you bring anything else?"

    Liszt was dazed for a moment.

    Chu Guang¡¯s reaction surprised him.

    Originally in his expectation, those blue coats should be very interested in his weapons.

    After all, thest time he came here, he used four cheap ones to exchange for 12 high-quality deerskins.

    However, the expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face, no matter how he interpreted it, was difficult to see a trace of interest.

    "We carry weapons, of course, because they sell well. With the turmoil in the River Valley Province, the looting of the Bonechewer n, and the smell of gunpowder everywhere, what could be more sought-after than weapons?"

    Seeing that Chu Guang was still not interested, Liszt tried his best to sell. "I sincerely rmend the Drone X-2 assault rifle on the list! This is the culmination of the light arms technology of the Boulder Town arsenal! If it weren¡¯t for the backlog of inventory that has been piling up all winter, I would not have been able to get this much goods."

    "Because you are my old customer, I can sell it to you at a discounted rate! Only 300 chips for a gun! With it, you will have the most powerful firepower in the entire northern suburbs! If you really don¡¯t know what to choose, it can¡¯t go wrong with this product!"

    Hearing Liszt¡¯s remarks, Chu Guang almost burst outughing.

    If he hadn¡¯t seen Enterprise¡¯s ck Swan G9 assault rifle, he would have almost believed the dude¡¯s nonsense.

    <em>The culmination of technology my ass.</em>

    <em>Isn¡¯t this thing copied from Enterprise¡¯s standard weapons?</em>

    Although his LD series weapons were also inspired by the AK family, those ideals were borrowed from another world, and they could be considered independent research and development in this world. ?¨¢????§§??

    "Your ability to sense business opportunities seem to have be rustier now," Chu Guang smiled at Liszt, and chuckled in a rxed tone, "To be honest, if this was before the winter, I would probably bite my teeth and buy two rifles from you, but now we don¡¯t need this stuff anymore."

    "Don¡¯t need it?! Why don¡¯t you need it?" Liszt looked at Chu Guang with a surprised look on his face, and continued quickly. "Even without the people from Bloodhand n, the entire northern suburbs are still not safe! My friend, you may not know that a group of marauders who call themselves Bonechewer n are advancing towards the northern suburbs of Clearspring City. Those people are not the same as Bloodhand n. Not only do they inherit the Army¡¯s equipment, but they are also numerous and powerful. Do you think you can drive them away with just a few iron-barreled rifles?"

    Seeing Liszt¡¯s eagerness to sell himself, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help but feel a little funny.

    It appeared that Boulder Town had no idea what was going on in the northern suburbs.

    Of course, it was also possible that Liszt just didn¡¯t know.

    Recently, Little Seven had been monitoring the Voice of Boulder Town, searching for useful information from the eloquent host.

    From all the signs, it seemed that they did not know the news that the brigade led by ck Snake had been defeated by them.

    Thinking of this, Chu Guang looked at Liszt and continued, "Come with me. Once you¡¯ve seen our stuff, you¡¯ll see why I¡¯m not interested in what¡¯s on your list."

    ...

    The west gate of the outpost.

    With suspicion, Liszt followed Chu Guang over.

    Summoning the guards on the side, Chu Guang took an LD-47 assault rifle from him and handed it to Liszt who was standing on the side. "LD-47, Sickle assault rifle, 7mm. We used it against marauders, mutant humans, Crunchers, Creepers and even Tyrants.¡±

    Taking the rifle that Chu Guang handed over, Liszt held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. Then he looked at Chu Guang in surprise. "Did you make this gun yourself?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Yes."

    Liszt thought for a while and gave his assessment. "The structure looks very simple, and there are few internal parts that can be seen from outside. The butt of the gun is actually made of wood."

    Chu Guang said nonchntly, "Simple doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s not useful. Want to try it?"

    Liszt looked at him and asked. "Is it okay?"

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t say much nonsense, and directly handed him a full magazine and made a gesture of invitation. "Please."

    Liszt didn¡¯t decline it. He loaded the magazine, released the safety, aimed at a target 100 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

    The huge recoil was transmitted to his shoulders, shaking his body.

    However, after so many years in the wastnd, Liszt still had some skills.

    He soon got used to the recoil of the weapon, and then fired a few more shots, hitting the center of the target with precision.

    "This is a good gun!" Liszt¡¯s eyes lit up, and then he fired at the target again.

    It was not until thest bullet in the magazine was emptied that Liszt returned the rifle in his hand to Chu Guang without hesitation. "It¡¯s a good gun!"

    "The only downside is that it¡¯s a bit more difficult to control! But the firepower is indeed strong enough, and it should be very popr with those mercenaries.¡±

    "But you shouldn¡¯t have many such weapons, right?"

    <em>Not many?</em>

    Chu Guang smiled. "I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a lot, but we still have a bunch of rifles like this in our warehouse. Not only that, we also designed special receable essories for it. Recing the barrel and drum, it will be a light machine gun. Taking the barrel off, it can be used as a submachine gun."

    "Although this thing isn¡¯t very technical, it¡¯s absolutely reliable. We¡¯ve tried burying it in snow, throwing it into a mud puddle, and soaking it in water, but after taking it out, it can still fire normally."

    <em>There¡¯s still a pile in the warehouse?! </em>

    Liszt swallowed and couldn¡¯t help speaking, "That many? Have you been making guns all winter?"

    Chu Guang exined with a faint smile, "You haven¡¯t been here for a long time, it¡¯s normal for you to be unfamiliar with what¡¯s going on here."

    More than just being unfamiliar, Liszt almost felt that he hade to the wrong ce!

    Looking at Liszt who was so surprised that he was lost for words, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued in a chatty tone, "The change in the northern suburbs is not just the small ce under your feet. 5 kilometers north of here is our new industrial area, where the industrial products produced are enough to supply the entire northern suburbs survivor settlement. This rifle, and the bullets that were just fired, were all produced there."

    "In addition to the industrial area, we also have an agricultural area. Continuing to walk 5 kilometers north from the industrial area is our granary in the northern suburbs! There are millions of square meters of farnd under cultivation, and it will be thergest grain production base in the entire northern suburbs in the future, and can solve the problem of feeding at least 30,000 people."

    "Mr. Liszt, times have changed, it¡¯s year 212 of the Wastnd Era, we should learn to look forward, shouldn¡¯t we?"

    Although there was an element of exaggeration in this statement, there was nothing wrong with the rest of it.

    After all, Chu Guang really nned to do so.

    In the future industrial area, the industrial products produced would not only be supplied to the survivor settlements throughout the northern suburbs, but would also be sold to more distant ces.

    He wasn¡¯t lying. Chu Guang was just stating a blueprint for the future.

    Liszt swallowed, unable to recover from Chu Guang¡¯s words for a long time.

    <em>Industrial area?</em>

    <em>Northern suburbs?</em>

    <em>Relying on those hillbillies who don¡¯t know how to read?</em>

    Liszt couldn¡¯t imagine how the conditions in the northern suburbs could satisfy the conditions for industrial development.

    <em>Relying on those uneducated refugees of varying quality?</em>

    <em>Do they know what an industry is?</em>

    <em>Do they know what standardization is?</em>

    <em>Or do they rely on the blue coats who wouldin incessantly when just doing a little bit of work and mor for the resumption of the 2-hour workday?</em>

    One thing Liszt was willing to admit, though, was that the blue coats here did look a little special. Apart from wearing blue coats, they didn¡¯t look like shelter residents at all.

    Chu Guang expected the expression of suspicion on Liszt¡¯s face. After all, it did sound a bit bizarre.

    Such a shrewd merchant couldn¡¯t be persuaded just because of his own words.

    "There is still a little time before it ispletely dark. If you are interested, I can take you to see it."

    Hearing Chu Guang¡¯s invitation, Liszt was stunned. "Wouldn¡¯t¡­ Wouldn¡¯t this be inappropriate?"

    "Nonsense." Chu Guang smiled lightly. "It¡¯s not something to be kept secret anyway."

    Hearing what Chu Guang said, Liszt said immediately without any hesitation, "Please show me around!"

    Before seeing Chu Guang, Liszt just wanted to make a fortune from the turbulent situation in the River Valley Province by reselling the backlog of cheap arms in the inventory to these local rich owners in the northern suburbs. But now, he no longer was no longer interested in that petty profit.

    A young and potential force was rising from this wastnd! And its leader was not only bold and capable, but also full of ambition.

    Liszt smelled a huge business opportunity!

    Intuition told him that if he could seize this opportunity, no matter whether the guy in front of him seeded or not, he would be able to earn a fortune that he could never imagine before!

    This was far from theparison of twelve deerskins and a bag of mushrooms!

    ...

    In Liszt¡¯s great anticipation, Chu Guang soon took him to an industrial area 5 kilometers away.

    Although night had fallen, it was still brightly lit in the industrial area and the production work was still going on.

    Getting out of the truck at the gate of the industrial area, Liszt was quickly stunned by what he saw.

    Everything here was far more shocking than what he saw in Linghu Wend Park!

    Tall chimneys erected from the rooftops of the factory buildings, and thick smoke was constantly being blown out. The goods and raw materials produced piled up into hills in the warehouse.

    Every now and then someone pushed a trolley, sending goods from one workshop to another.

    Especially after visiting the production workshop of the LD-47 receiver and bullets, Liszt¡¯s was full of shock.

    The stamping equipment, attached to the conveyor belt, was like a printer, printing out the parts one by one.

    While simr devices were not umon at the Boulder Town factory, it was hard to imagine that they developed these in just a single winter.

    Did these industrial equipment and production methods fall from the sky?!

    Liszt suddenly thought of the Pioneer, which had passed by the northern suburbs of Clearspring City.

    There was only one exnation.

    They were sponsored by Enterprise!

    "... It used to be the Bloodhand n¡¯s stronghold here, but then we took out those nasty people and sent them where they were supposed to be."

    "Then, we remodeled the entire factory, smelted the scavenged waste into steel, aluminum, or other alloys, and used them to make weapons, production machinery, and anything else that could help us rebuild our homes."

    "Although the facilities here are not as good as the ones in Boulder Town, we also have things that Boulder Town does not have. Such as convenient transportation, cheapbor, and raw material costs."

    "This ce will be prosperous soon, and it¡¯s definitely not going to lose to any survivor colony in the River Valley Province. Now is the best time to get in, and I¡¯m only telling you for the sake of an old friend. Investing in us at this time is definitely a sure-fire deal.¡±

    "If you miss it, you may have to wait for years."

    Looking at the confident expression on Chu Guang¡¯s face, although Liszt¡¯s intuition told him that this guy was probably fooling him, he still couldn¡¯t help asking, "How should I invest?"

    After finally hearing the sentence he wanted to hear, a happy smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "It¡¯s very simple, we offer two win-win solutions. Whether you choose to contribute money or effort, or both, I can assure you that both will prove to be wise business decisions!

 Chapter 242.1: Since Itâ€™s a Win-Win Situation, Of Course I Want It All!

    Night fell.

    Since the boss had not finished the negotiation, the caravan camped in the open space outside the south gate of the outpost.

    Attracted by the aromaing out of the north gate of the outpost, the two caravan guards slipped out of the camp during the meal time, wanting to exchange chips for some food.

    However, what the two of them didn¡¯t expect was that when they swaggeringly took out the chips and pped them on the table, what they got was not the ttery of these hillbillies.

    Instead¡­ They were met with looks of disdain.

    They were stunned.

    Were they mistaken?

    "God damn it, why do they have this kind of stic chip again?"

    With his back to the customer, Zhang Hai cursed, raised his flour-stained fist and knocked on the price board next to him, speaking in the non-standardnguage of the Federation of People. "Chip, ten."Ten chips?!

    The eyes of the two caravan guards widened in shock. For a time they suspected that they had heard it wrong.

    Their daily sry was only ten chips when they were on field duties.

    For 5 chips, they could get a good meal in Boulder Town, and it would be even cheaper in the surrounding survivor settlements; usually, they could eat their fill with just 3 chips.

    Ten chips for a bowl of noodles was simply unheard of!

    "Ten chips?! Are you crazy?"

    "What the hell, are you trying to scam us?"

    "Do you think we are from other ces so you can charge us however you like?"

    However, Zhang Hai, who was standing in front of the booth, was indifferent to theints and protests of the two, and his expression did not change at all.

    <em>All the yers know that two white stic chips can only be exchanged for one silver coin at the moment, so is it unreasonable to sell a bowl of ramen which is priced at five silver coins for ten chips?</em>

    <em>Not at all!</em>

    <em>It was already generous enough that I didn¡¯t charge them an exchange fee, okay?</em>

    Of course, it was mainly because Zhang Hai couldn¡¯t understand what the two were talking about.

    Otherwise, he would definitely scold them. After all, when ites to swearing, he wasn¡¯t scared of anyone!

    Watching from the side with interest, yers discussed among themselves curiously.

    "What are these NPCs saying?"

    "I guess they are cursing Boss Zhang for being too scammy."

    "Hahaha, it serves him right! Well done, NPCs, you tell him! I¡¯ve wanted to scold him for a long time!"

    "Wait, let me note down what they¡¯re swearing at first."

    "Why do you want to remember how they¡¯re scolding him?"

    "Of course to use it in battles. Otherwise, if all you know is to shout ¡®fuck you¡¯, not only will your enemy probably not understand it, but they may even feel that you¡¯re illiterate. So it¡¯s better to learn thenguage of the NPCs. In that way, it will be more intimidating when you shout." ?????B¨§S?

    "Damn! Good brother, you have to teach me after you learn it!"

    On other people¡¯s territory, the two guards didn¡¯t dare to cause trouble.

    Not to mention that so many eyes were watching them.

    So in the end, the two only scolded a little before walking to other stalls.

    However, what made them fall apart was that the same situation happened at other booths as well; the prices of goods here were simply ridiculously expensive. It was not until they finally found a person who couldmunicate with them that they found the reason for this.

    "If you want to pay with chips, it¡¯s twice the price." Autumn Weed took out a silver coin and waved it in front of the two of them. "Those blue coats trade with this kind of coin."

    Autumn Leaves, who was squatting next to her elder sister, also nodded vigorously. "That¡¯s right! This is their currency!"

    The two caravan guards looked at each other with a confused look.

    <em>What coin is this?</em>

    It was the first time they had heard this kind of thing after having been to many ces.

    "I¡¯ll give you two chips, can you sell me this silver coin?" the bearded caravan guard asked tentatively.

    Autumn Weed shook her head and declined politely. "We don¡¯t need chips."

    Autumn Leaves nodded vigorously. "Mhm. You should find Xiaoyu to exchange it."

    "..."

    <em>There¡¯s actually a ce where the chips are not circted in Clearspring City? What a rarity!</em>

    <em>And who is Xiaoyu?</em>

    Not far away, Zhang Hai, who was cooking, raised his head and nced over. He just happened to see the two NPCs walking out of the market.

    Seeing this, he couldn¡¯t help deriding, "Which countryside do these NPCse from? Why are they so poor?"

    They couldn¡¯t even afford a bowl of ramen.

    In fact, he wouldn¡¯t have been that angry if they simply didn¡¯t buy anything from him, but they actually had the audacity toin loudly for a long time; it even made him mistakenly think that there was a hidden mission.

    Holding a bowl and drinking the noodle soup, Escaping Mole nced at him and said. "It¡¯s a shame that you didn¡¯t get into this game earlier. During the Continental Vessel expansion, when the people from Enterprise first came here, the paper money they gave could get you 100 silver coins."

    Zhang Hai clicked his tongue. "100 silver coins? It doesn¡¯t feel like much."

    Elf Wang rolled his eyes. "Are you dumb, we¡¯re talking about the silver coins from several versions ago. How can youpare it with the silver coins now? Back then, we could only make 10 silver coins a day at most!"

    Construction Boy couldn¡¯t help but grumble, "Sigh, I miss the time when a bowl of mushroom soup was only 5 copper coins."

    Escaping Mole rolled his eyes at him. "Quit your bullshit. Back then, the bullets were so expensive that you¡¯d feel bad for half a day if you miss a shot. Are you sure you want to go back to the old version?"

    Construction Boy scratched his head. "Uh, now that you mentioned it, I much prefer the current version."

    From that perspective, the new version was much more fun.@@novelbin@@

    After all, it was really fun to charge forward while shooting the light machine gun.

    On the other side, the two caravan guards who slipped out of the camp, left the market, and went straight back to the camp.

    Originally, the two of them nned to go in quietly without anyone noticing, but it just so happened that their captain was standing at the gate.

    The expressions of the two instantly changed, but sadly their captain had already noticed them and they could no longer sneak back into the camp secretly, so they could only bite the bullet and walk over.

    Staring at the two with that terrifying electronic eye, Han Long said with a nk expression. "Where did you go?"

    The young guard was very nervous, not knowing what to say for a long time, but the older guard responded quickly and said quickly, "Captain, we went out to get some information!"

    Han Long looked at the two of them. "What information?"

    "Prices. We went to find out the prices of local goods!" The slightly older guard continued quickly, "The level of consumption here is ridiculously high, and they actually want ten chips for a bowl of noodles!"

    Another guard reacted and quickly answered. "That¡¯s right, and they don¡¯t use chips here, they trade in something called silver coins. It takes two chips to exchange a silver coin, it¡¯s just too expensive!"

    <em>Two chips for one silver coin? </em>Han Long frowned slightly. This<em> is interesting information, and I can tell the bosster. But¡­¡­</em>

    That was a separate matter entirely.

    Staring at the two of them nkly, Han Long said slowly, "ording to the rules of the caravan, if you leave the camp without authorization at night, you will be fined a week¡¯s sry, and the second time, you will be expelled from the caravan without pay."

    "If I find you viting rules next time, you should know what will happen."

    Being stared at by the electronic eye, the two of them shivered involuntarily, lowered their heads quickly, and said nervously. "Yes¡­¡­"

    "It won¡¯t happen again."

    In Boulder Town, it was not easy to find a decent job. Ordinary caravans would not randomly recruit a few people of unknown origin into the group, and they would not risk being yed bypetitors to recruit those who were expelled by other merchants.

    Those who were expelled from the caravan and did not have a skill, usually had only two paths left.

    Either go into the factory to make screws until one day they couldn¡¯t work anymore and die in a dark alley, or be a mercenary, do whatever the employers ask them to do, and trade their life for chips.

    The threat to fire them without pay was actually very useful!

    The two walked towards the camp with their heads down.

    Han Long didn¡¯t look at the two, but continued to look in the direction of the south gate.

    It¡¯s been over two hours, but his boss still hasn¡¯te back yet.

    His brows furrowed slightly, and just as he was thinking about finding someone to inquire about his boss¡¯s situation, his electronic eyes suddenly moved slightly and locked on the north side.

    Soon, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes.

    Looking at his boss who came back from the north, Han Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Boss, you¡¯re finally back. I was going to ask someone to find you."

    "Don¡¯t be so nervous, I have a good rtionship with the people here."

    With a beaming expression on his face, Liszt looked at his right-hand man and continued, "Get Qian Duo and Qian Lai. I¡¯ll wait for them in the tent. I have something important to exin to them."[1]

    Although Han Long was curious about what it was, since his boss didn¡¯t take the initiative to say it, he didn¡¯t ask any more questions, and nodded. "Yes."

    ...

    1. Qian Duo = Money many, Qian Lai = Moneye UWU ?

 Chapter 242.2: Since Itâ€™s a Win-Win Situation, Of Course I Want It All!

    Liszt, who had returned to the tent, didn¡¯t wait long.

    Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and two people walked in. One of them was shorter than the other and it was pretty easy to tell them apart.

    "Boss, are you looking for us?" The tall one was called Qian Duo, and the short one was called Qian Lai. Both of them were Liszt¡¯s apprentices and have been with him since they were 11 or 12 years old.

    In thest 7 or 8 years, Liszt had been training them as his sessors. Originally, he nned to wait a few more years to gradually hand over the business of the caravan to the two, while he went to the inner city of Boulder Town to live the upper-ss life of his dreams.

    As it turned out, it looked like his n could be brought forward.

    "I just got a shipment of 200 rifles and 50,000 rounds of ammunition from these blue coats. In exchange, I¡¯m going to leave them twenty KV-1 exoskeletons we have in stock."

    <em>A set of exoskeletons for 10 rifles?</em>

    When the two heard this, a surprised expression appeared on their faces.

    Qian Duo cautiously reminded, "But... Boss, aren¡¯t you going to send this shipment to Red River Town to trade with the ve merchants there?"Because of the recent turmoil in River Valley Province, the ve traders in Red River Town received a lot of ves. However, the mine owners could not take in so many ves, so the price of ves dropped a lot.

    ve owners in Red River Town needed exoskeletons to improve mining efficiency, as well as to improve thebat effectiveness of their soldiers.

    ording to information gathered in the tavern, a set of KV-1 exoskeletons powered by solid hydrogen power was said to be able to exchange for 4 to 5 able-bodied ves.

    In Boulder Town, the KV-1 exoskeleton was not a rare thing. Although Liszt usually would sell 800 to 1000 chips outside, in fact, the cost of purchasing it was only about 400 to 500 chips, and the actual production cost was only around 300 chips.

    Among them, the cost of the battery ounted for half, the 12 motors distributed on the exoskeleton ounted for the other half, and the bamboo-like connecting parts were gifts.

    After buying the KV-1 exoskeleton, most people would need to modify it before they could use it.

    As for an assault rifle, the normal price was around 150 to 200 chips, and the actual cost may be only one-third or even a quarter of its normal price.

    A set of exoskeletons was exchanged for 10 rifles, and it was also the rifles of the survivors¡¯ settlement outside Boulder Town. The two apprentices didn¡¯t know whether the deal was a profit or a loss.

    The most important thing was that would these rifles be sold in the next stop?

    However,pared to the worry of the two apprentices, the expression on Liszt¡¯s face was full of confidence. "Don¡¯t worry, Red River Town is preparing for a war with the Snake n of the Bonechewer n, and they need more than just exoskeletons, but also a lot of weapons. Rifles and bullets can be sold for good prices there, and the most important thing is, if we can open up the market, this trade route will be a gold mine!"

    "The second thing the blue coats promised me was that if we could sell their weapons to Red River Town and bring in the phosphate ore, sulfur ore, rare metals, aluminum, and stuff like that they need, they could produce more goods for us... From those goods, we can at least make more than double the profit."

    "The reason why I was looking for you is for this matter," Liszt paused for a moment and looked at the two people standing in front of him, "You have been with me for a long time, and I can see your improvement. Now, it¡¯s time to put what you learned into practice. Follow my instructions, and take the caravan to Red River Town. Once you get there, follow the list I gave you and buy that shipment back with our goods."

    The two revealed looks of shock.

    Although they had thought that one day their boss would hand over the caravan to them, they did not expect this day toe so quickly.

    Qian Lai asked hurriedly. "What about you, boss?"

    Liszt said with a slight smile. "Me? Of course I have more important things to deal with. I n to open a factory here to produce solid-state hydrogen batteries and the motors needed to assemble the exoskeleton." ????????

    The two people standing in the tent looked at each other nkly.

    <em>Open a factory?</em>

    <em>Here?</em>

    <em>And produce solid-state hydrogen batteries and motors for exoskeletons?</em>

    <em>This¡­</em>

    <em>This Sounds so ridiculous.</em>

    Although there were some big shots who would open some simple factories outside of Boulder Town, the taxes andnd rents that were usually saved were eventually lost in another form.

    There was no order outside of Boulder Town. Not only would it need to hire arge number of guards, but it would also have to spend a lot of money to persuade the engineers and workers of Boulder Town to leave the giant wall full of safety.

    The goods produced also wouldn¡¯t be safe. No insurancepany would provide them with insurance policies, so not only would they have to beware of the marauder¡¯s raid, but they also had to watch out for the malicious sabotage bypetitors, as well as theft from the dishonest working wastnders.

    On a soil that didn¡¯t have orders, even seeds wouldn¡¯t be able to germinate, let alone opening a factory.

    However¡­

    Their boss was very confident at the moment. It made them wonder what kind of shit he¡¯d been smoking.

    "Qian Duo, do what I just said and follow Han Long and the others to Red River Town to negotiate the deal. A small portion of the profit can be appropriately given out, but we must convince our customers that this is a long-term business and we can keep supplying them with weapons."

    "Qian Lai, go back to Boulder Town and follow the list I gave you to purchase rted production equipment. Whether it¡¯s the ones that have been eliminated or the ones that people don¡¯t normally sell, as long as you can get your hands on them, I want them. Also, remember to hire some engineers who can operate those equipment, you should know where to look for those people.¡±

    Although there were some doubts in their hearts, Qian Duo and Qian Lai nodded. "Yes boss."

    After giving the instructions clearly, Liszt let the two leave, while he sat down on the sleeping bag, took out the electric teapot from the package beside him, and made himself a cup of hot cocoa.

    This was a habit he has developed over the years of his travels.

    Drink something sweet and hot to help him fall asleep faster.

    Holding the cup in his hand to warm up, and looking at the rising white mist, a smug smile suddenly appeared on Liszt¡¯s face.

    "I¡¯m really a genius!"

    <em>This time, I¡¯m really going to make a fortune!</em>

    ...

    When negotiating cooperation earlier, the administrator named Chu Guang gave him two sets of ns.

    The first n was to invest in setting up factories.

    Shelter 404 would providebor, and could also provide him with a loan of 100,000 silver coins. He only needed to haul the production equipment over, and then the work could be started immediately.

    20% of the goods produced would go to the shelter, and the remaining 80% could be sold anywhere by him.

    Whether exporting to Boulder Town or selling to local workshops in the industrial area.

    Liszt was a little confused when he first heard about the n, so he asked, "If silver coins can¡¯t be exchanged for chips with you, what¡¯s the point of earning more silver coins?"

    For his doubts, the administrator patiently exined, "Silver coins can¡¯t be exchanged directly for chips, but you can use them to buy what you want and take it back to Boulder Town and exchange it for your preferred piece of stic... I mean those fancy chips. "

    "Although rather than doing this, I rmend that you take a long-term view and use silver coins to build houses, open an inn or tavern, or expand production."

    "Next month at thetest, there will be a lot more caravans passing by. Oh right, I forgot to tell you. Because we lent a hand to Enterprise¡¯s Pioneer in a battle, we are now Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner. You are a businessman, you should know what that represents. Caravans from the east coast are more inclined to stop by us. Imagine the goodies they carry, do you still think silver coins are useless?¡±

    "Even if agriculture and industry were tossed awaypletely, the ce would still prosper soon because of trade. Trust me, the silver coins in your pocket will never disappoint you, and you¡¯ll make more money with them."

    And as if he felt that what he said wasn¡¯t persuasive enough, after he finished saying this, he made another promise.@@novelbin@@

    "Next year, we will nt at least 1,800,000 square meters of Camu Trees, which will produce 30 times the supply of Brown¡¯s Farm!"

    ¡°We¡¯re going to export half of our raw materials and supply half of our raw materials to the local market, where industrial raw materials like rubber and alkanes will be very cheap. At that time, whether you sell it to Boulder Town or process them directly intomodities here, it will definitely make you a fortune."

    After hearing these words, Liszt immediatelypleted the calctions.

    1,800,000 square meters of Camu Tree.

    If so much could be grown, the rubber and biomass oil produced here would be able to supply at least 13% of Boulder Town¡¯s consumption.

    It was a terrifying proportion.

    Compared with the nting area, his ntation in the south and several nearby gatherings of small survivors were like child¡¯s y.

    For the first n proposed by the administrator, he immediately agreed. He could hardly see the shorings of the proposed n.

    Especially when he learned from Chu Guang that these blue coats not only defeated the brigade of the Army, but also defeated the two troops sent by the Bonechewer n to the northern suburb of Clearspring City at a very small cost, his confidence in them grew!

    ck Snake¡¯s body was currently hanging on the gallows at the north gate, so it was easy to verify the authenticity of this information.

    For a new survivor stronghold, such strength was already very strong!

    Even Boulder Town¡¯s militia would take time and money to deal with so many marauders.

    The safety of industrial areas were guaranteed, andbor and raw materials would be provided. Coupled with the previous trades, the administrator¡¯s words could be trusted.

    Liszt felt like he could give it a shot.

    What he needed to do was not difficult. He just needed to use the chips to buy some equipment, and then hire some unemployed engineers to operate them before guiding the refugees who were said to have received a little education to engage in production.

    This would cost about 100,000 or even 200,000 chips, and advanced equipment may be more expensive, maybe 1,000,000 at most.

    Although the money was not a small amount for him, his credit was good. Moreover, he had two properties in the inner city of Boulder Town that could be used as coteral, so it would not be difficult to get a loan from the bank.

    In order to carry out his n, he chose the safest product to make.

    Solid-state hydrogen batteries and motors for exoskeletons.

    Even if the local market wouldn¡¯t be able to digest these two things, they could be dragged to Boulder Town and sold to the people there, or they could be assembled into simple exoskeletons, sold to ces like Red River Town or exchanged for ves or raw materials.

    No matter how he looked at it, it would be a great business.

    Not to mention the little risk he would need to take.

    The second n was the same.

    However, this n focused on cooperation in sales, which would require him to spend a little effort to sell the products produced here to farther ces.

    However¡­ Was that really a problem for a merchant?

    That was what he did for a living!

    Liszt didn¡¯t need to think too much and made the decision in less than a minute.

    Since both choices are all win-win choices, why not choose both?

 Chapter 243.1: FRESH LEEKKSSSS

    The next morning.

    The people in the caravan, who had rested all night, packed up their stuff and prepared to set off.

    ording to Liszt¡¯s n, most of the people in his caravan would continue to Red River Town, but a small group would be split out to return to Boulder Town without carrying much merchandise.

    Of course, the group returning to Boulder Town wouldn¡¯t returnpletely empty-handed.

    ording to the contract between Liszt and Chu Guang, this group would bring 100 kilograms of psychoid leaves and 10 rolls of devil silk cloth.

    Each roll of cloth was about 100 meters long, and weighed about 10 kilograms. It was mainly the backlogged inventory in the outpost.

    As for psychoid leaves, it was the specialty of the Greenhouse Ruins.

    Some wastnders liked to use it to make psychoid drinks for refreshing their minds, or mix it with shredded tobo and roll it into cigarettes. However, this thing was mildly addictive, and using it frequently could easily lead to dependence.

    Before the caravan set off, Chu Guang found Escaping Mole and Ample Time.These two old brothers were the yers who understood him the best of all yers, or in other words, the yers who understood the current goal of the game the best.

    He needed them to do one thing for him.

    They were the only ones suitable to carry out a mission like that.

    "I have two important missions for you here."

    After hearing him, both yers were stunned for a moment, and then the excited expressions quickly appeared on their faces.

    <em>Hidden mission!</em>

    <em>An important hidden mission!</em>

    Thinking of this, Escaping Mole couldn¡¯t help trembling with excitement. He quickly straightened his back and said, "I¡¯d love to serve you, the most honorable administrator!"

    Sure enough, the game had a favorability setting! All his past efforts were not in vain.

    Ample Time, who was standing next to him, was shocked.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>This guy is such a bootlicker!</em>

    Not wanting to be outdone, and for fear of falling behind, Ample Time quickly added a sentence with a serious face, "Me too, the most honorable administrator! For the glory of recasting the Federation of People, for the glory of our Shelter 404, I am willing to do anything!"

    It was just licking an NPC¡¯s boots.

    It was not like he hadn¡¯t done it in other games before.

    As long as the hidden mission could be triggered, nothing else was important!

    "..."

    As much as he would like the yers to obey him, he still preferred them to obey him in more useful ces. All they were doing now was giving him goosebumps. ??£Î?B¨¨?

    Clearing his throat, Chu Guang decided to pretend he didn¡¯t hear anything and continued, "The winter is over, and in order to carry out the next step of work, we need to strengthen our rtionship with the surrounding areas."

    "The caravan we have made friends with is going to Boulder Town and Red River Town. I n to send a representative to investigate the local situation, understand the living standards and spiritual outlook of the survivors there, and the most important thing is to understand their needs."

    To put it simply, it was to inquire about information and inspect the market at the same time.

    Chu Guang didn¡¯t fully believe in Liszt. Things could be left to capable people to deal with, but he still needed to have his own source of information.

    It just so happened that those two yers were game enthusiasts who liked to write strategies.

    He believed that he didn¡¯t need to suggest it too obviously, and as long as he sent them over, they would definitely be able to figure out what they needed to do.

    Just as Chu Guang had expected, after hearing his words, the eyes of the two yers instantly shone brightly.

    <em>Boulder Town and Red River Town!</em>

    <em>New maps!</em>

    <em>Opening two at a time?!</em>

    Obviously, the game production team hadpleted the design of the new maps, but it had not been fully opened, so they needed two yers to test it.

    Guessing the intention of the development team, the two be even more excited.

    "I¡¯m going to Boulder Town!" Ample Time responded the fastest and spoke first.

    Escaping Mole¡¯s reaction was half a beatte, but he recovered immediately. "Damn it, I want to go to Boulder Town too!"

    Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the merchant from Boulder Town was obviously stronger than the merchant from Red River Town.

    After all, the people in the caravan stationed at the door even used the prosthetics that looked like they came straight out of<em> Cyberpunk ??2077</em>.

    On the other hand, although those merchants in Red River Town came twice, each time they came, their merchant looked like someone from <em>Red Dead Redemption</em>.

    Anyone would be able to tell which ce was more well to do!

    Ample Time looked at Mole, trying to bribe him to back down. "Brother, 200 silver coins, how about giving me this chance?"

    Escaping Mole sneered, "Fuck off, at least 300 silver coins!"

    "250 silver coins. If not, then let¡¯s roll dice or rock paper scissors, that¡¯s the fairest."

    Escaping Mole said with grief and indignation, "You bastard! Didn¡¯t you promise that you wouldn¡¯t fight with me next time? You even have the audacity to say that you want to roll the dice with me?"

    It was mainly because he didn¡¯t trust his own luck, so he was reluctant to gamble.

    Ample Time coughed awkwardly. "I was talking about auctions at that time¡­ I didn¡¯t say that I wouldn¡¯t fight with you over missions. Besides, it¡¯s obviously me who made the choice first, so logically speaking, you¡¯re the one looking for a fight."

    "@#%!"

    Chu Guang frowned and was struck speechless. "..."

    These two really ignored himpletely.

    Well, after thinking about it, it was quite reasonable.

    After all, he pretended to be dumb very often by relying on his NPC identity.

    In the end, Escaping Mole weighed the pros and cons and settled on 250 silver coins.

    The probability of rolling dice and rock-paper-scissors was 50 to 50. If he lost, he would not have the money.

    Besides, going to Red River Town was not bad either.

    While it was clear that Boulder Town was more developed, there were more opportunities in underdeveloped ces. Obviously, for a long time in the future, the focus of outpost trade would be outside Clearspring City, not around the third ring.

    Seeing that the two had already determined their respective jobs, Chu Guang looked at them and continued, "I¡¯ll have a guard follow you, act as your interpreter and help youmunicate with the locals."

    "Remember, you are the image of Shelter 404, and I hope you will pay attention to your behavior and keep our mission in mind when you are outside."

    After listening to the administrator¡¯s instructions, Ample Time and Mole replied solemnly.

    "Don¡¯t worry, administrator!"

    "Please leave it to us!"

    ...

    The caravan set off on the road.

    Ample Time and Mole followed, and waved goodbye to the yers at the south gate.

    "Goodbye, brothers! Wait for our good news!"

    "Rest assured, we will bring the first-hand information to the forum!"

    However, the yers at the gate did not appreciate it.

    Especially after seeing the smug expressions on the faces of those 2 clowns, they felt even more envious.

    "Damn it! These two are so lucky!"

    "This is so not fair! It¡¯s so shady! They must have some dirty deal with the development team behind the scenes!"

    "I don¡¯t care! If they don¡¯t choose me, this is how I¡¯ll tell everyone! Unless they let me go too!"

    "I also think that there is a dirty transaction behind the scenes."

    Escaping Mole couldn¡¯t help but yell back when he heard other people were ndering him, "Dirty transaction my ass! Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, you ignorant fools"

    Ample Time also echoed, "That¡¯s right! Do you know how hard it is for us to level up the administrator¡¯s favorability?"

    Regardless of whether others were satisfied or not, in the end, they were the only ones who received the mission.

    In this way, in the envious eyes of other yers, the two yers followed the caravan with triumphant smiles and disappeared into the woods.

    After leaving the wend park, the caravan divided into two groups with the main group continuing to set off along the original route to Red River Town, which was located in the east of Clearspring City.

    The other group took the devil silk and psychoid leaves purchased from the outpost and returned to Boulder Town, where they would purchase the equipment needed to open the factory and collect technicians who could operate the equipment.

    Farther and farther from the park, Xu Shun, who was wearing simple clothes, looked at Qian Lai who was walking beside him and asked, "How long does it take to get to Boulder Town from here?"

    Qian Lai said with a smile, "It depends on how many people there are. If it¡¯s a caravan like us, it will take three days if we travel slowly. But if we travel fast enough, we may arrive in two days."

    <em>Need to spend at least a night outside. </em>Xu Shun nodded thoughtfully.

    He grew up in the northern suburbs and only heard that Boulder Town was very prosperous, but he only heard about it. There were many mutants and marauders along the way, and it was full of unknown dangers, so it was difficult for ordinary people to travel there alone.

    The guard next to him interjected, "We need to be extra careful from now on. We encountered a group of marauders when we came. Although they didn¡¯t go after us at that time, it¡¯s hard to say when we have fewer people¡­ To avoid any potential attack, we will need to go around that areater."

    Xu Shun said in surprise. "You encountered a group of marauders?"

    Qian Lai said with a smile. "It¡¯s just some thugs hiding in the ruins. This is verymon. In fact, some of them may have been mercenaries or merchants in the past, and for various reasons, they decided to change to a morefortable way of living."

    The guard beside him continued, "They¡¯re like cockroaches, always popping up when you don¡¯t expect them, and no matter how many you kill, you wouldn¡¯t be able to kill them all."

    Hearing this, Xu Shun couldn¡¯t help but tightened the grip on the rifle on his back.

    Seeing his serious look, Qian Lai couldn¡¯t help feeling a little amused, so he joked, "Brother, how old are you this year?"

    "Seventeen."

    "Seventeen? Then I¡¯m a few years older than you. I¡¯ll be twenty in a few months."

    Xu Shun looked at the man in surprise. "Seriously?"

    He thought this guy was as old as Auspicious...

    "If you¡¯ve been traveling everywhere on the wastnd since you were twelve like me, you¡¯ll be like an old man when you¡¯re my age." Qian Lai pointed to his weathered face and said helplessly. "For example, look at our boss. If you only look at his appearance, can you tell that he is only in his early thirties?"

    Xu Shun nodded, seemingly understanding what he meant. "I see."

    "But our administrator... He looks quite young," He continued.

    Qian Lai shook his head. "Brother, don¡¯t be deceived by the appearance. You will never be able to tell the true age of those blue coats just by looking at their faces. He may look like 20, but he may actually be an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years."@@novelbin@@

    Xu Shun gasped, "Is this possible?!"

    Qian Lai grinned and chuckled to himself, "You haven¡¯t been to many ces. You¡¯ll know when you travel more."

    Ample Time, who was walking beside him, was confused the whole time. He stared at his VM for a long time, but there weren¡¯t any subtitles.

    <em>What are these two talking about?</em>

    ...

 Chapter 244.1: Ratman, I Choose You!

    Longevity Town.

    A fat rat leading a group of little rats was following a little rat through the wastnd covered in a thinyer of snow.

    Soon, the little rat leading the way stopped beside a field ridge. Standing next to a frozen bush, it squeaked at the fat rat, its face full of grievances and sadness.

    "Is this the ce?" The fat big rat spoke in humannguagezily and leaned its head forward to take a look. Seeing the hole hidden under the bushes, it widened the hole with its two front paws, and quickly caught a groundhog who was still sleeping in the hole.

    The groundhog who was pulled out of the hole was furious. Just when it wanted to see which idiot dared to disturb its sleep, it was startled by the big face in front of it.

    <em>Ahhh! What the hell is this?</em>

    Before it could react, the big fat rat suddenly pped its head left and right several times, making its head spin.

    Seeing this, the group of little rats on the side squeaked loudly, seemingly to cheer for the big rat excitedly.

    Make Me couldn¡¯t understand what those minions were saying, but he could sense that those rats should be cheering for him, so he started to p the groundhog even harder.Because of their reaction, the poor groundhog suffered miserably.

    At first, this poor fellow still wanted to resist, but soon it found that it was no match for the meter-tall rat in terms of constitution or strength, so it had to roll on the snow, turning its belly, begging for mercy.

    "Are you sorry? <em>Mhm</em>? Are you sorry?" Make Me pressed the groundhog¡¯s head, bared its front teeth, and made a dangerous threatening hiss.

    "Woof, woof, woof!" The groundhog turned its belly, not daring to resist any longer, and just begging for mercy.

    <em>Hmm, it seems to be surrendering itself.</em>

    After understanding that look, Make Me let go of his ws in satisfaction.

    <em>But why does this groundhog bark like a dog? Is it a game setting?</em>

    Make Me put one foot on the groundhog¡¯s belly, looked at all the rats around, and said imposingly, regardless of whether they understood or not. "This guy has been defeated by me, and will now be my little minion."

    "If anyone else dares to bully you, take me to find them. This Horned Rat will fight them for you!"

    Looking at the big rat showing off its might, all the rats cheered and offered their worship.

    Although the big rat spoke a weirdnguage that sounded like thenguage spoken by those damn humans, it didn¡¯t matter to them.

    To them, the ugly beast was the strongest mutant in this area. Whoever could defeat it would be their king!

    The groundhog felt very sad. It had been sleeping soundly earlier, but it didn¡¯t think that it would suffer a terrible beating first thing in the new year. ??§Ñ¦­¦Ï???

    <em>How can a rodent do this? It has no honor!</em>

    Just like that, the rat army had a new member. Thest time it was a mutated squirrel, this time, a groundhog.

    Leading more than 20 rats, Make Me ran across the ridge that had just been made and began to look for the next target.

    It was a method he recently discovered.

    Taming those little beasts was actually very simple. He just needed to beat them up so badly until they exposed their belly, and beat them even more till they beg for mercy.

    In the world of animals, fists spoke louder than words. It would be pointless to reason with those rats because they couldn¡¯t understand humannguage; trying to talk to them would only irritate them.

    Looking at the eyes of the female rats following behind Make Me, there was more than just worship in them; they were filled with ardent light!

    Recalling how he was treated when he first entered the game, Make Me couldn¡¯t help sighing.

    <em>s, the world of mutants is so much better and simpler. It¡¯s not like the human world at all! </em>

    Makka Pakka was plowing the field when he noticed a group of rats beside the ridge. Just when he was about to get rid of the rodent, he suddenly recognized that the fat rat who took the lead was Make Me. So he let go of the hand on his waist and asked jokingly, "Dude, what are you doing? If you have nothing to do,e and help me plow thend."

    Make Me rolled his eyes at him. "Get lost, did you not see that I¡¯m busy right now?"

    Makka Pakka continued with a smile, "Busy my ass. All you do is fight with rats every day. If you keep doing this, It¡¯ll take you a long time before you can even reach LV10."

    "What do you know?" Make Me raised its nose and said triumphantly, "Look at the group behind me, they are all my newly recruited minions. Am I awesome or am I awesome?"

    Makka Pakka chuckled, "You¡¯re very awesome indeed. But I don¡¯t know how many shots they can take from my Sickle rifle."

    Even a mutant rat, the kind that would reach the height of an adult human calf, would be killed with one or two shots.

    Thebat power of the mutant rat was basically equivalent to the mutant cockroach. Those creatures were the weakest mutants in the wastnd, and they were weaker than hyenas.

    After all, when hyenas were hungry they would hunt Crunchers. But when rats were hungry, they could only go after cockroaches.

    When Make Me heard what was said, he quickly warned Makka Pakka, "I¡¯m warning you, don¡¯t you dare do it! They¡¯re all my pets!"

    Makka Pakka burst outughing, "I was just joking. You really think I would do that? But you¡¯d better mark them, or they will be killed by others as wild monsters."

    "Uh¡­ Now that you mention it, I really do need to mark them." Make Me noted it down right away, and decided to mark his minionster on.

    It wasn¡¯t easy for him to gather his group of minions.

    He couldn¡¯t let other yers mistake them as wild monsters and kill them!

    But before that he still needed to expand his rodent army.

    So all the way until the evening, Make Me had been wandering in the wastnd west of Longevity Town, looking for smaller rodents such as groundhogs and voles to bully, while doing his mission and recruiting more minions.

    asionally when he encountered a few that didn¡¯t want, he would stab his dagger into their stomachs.

    That was right.

    The Ratman gic sequence was different from other sequences. There was no debuff from Rough Hand. Make Me could use the tools as well as other yers.

    He even ordered a set of special Ratman gloves from Mosquito. There were steel ws on the gloves, making them much more deadly than his ws.

    After those who refused to surrender were killed by him, they would be the food for his minions.

    Those rats were not picky about food. No matter if they were the same species or not, they would eat everything, never wasting anything.

    Whenever they were eating, Make Me would generously stand by and watch. Although his body had be a rat, he still couldn¡¯t stand eating those creatures he killed. Especially when they were raw.

    Of course, it wasn¡¯t all smooth sailing all the time and as he went further west, he and his little minion came across a hungry mutant hyena.

    Spring wasing.

    After being hungry all winter, the mutants were about to start hunting.

    The hyena Make Me and his little minions encountered had obviously been hungry all winter, its eyes glowing in green when it noticed so many little guys.

    Fortunately, Make Me had a pistol on his waist, so he quickly took out the hyena. If it was a close-quarters fight, with his one meter tall body and his weak attributes, he wouldn¡¯t be able to win.

    Seeing that their boss defeated the hyena, the rat minions cheered for Make Me excitedly for a while again, and then pounced on the dead hyena to have a feast.

    Make Me took out his dry rations and sat on the edge of a field, watching his subordinates feasting on the dead hyena, and nibbling along.

    After the rats were full, they burped around the corpse and started their post-dinner activities.

    There were quarrels, fights, and couples doing mating rituals; it was extremely lively.

    As Make Me looked at the energetic little minions, he felt a sudden burst of joy in his heart. "It¡¯s really not easy."

    He took off the VM that was tied around his stomach and nced at it. On the screen was a mission asking him to tame ten rats.

    Obviously, he had overpleted his mission.

    Presumably, the administrator would reward him well!

    A sense of worry filled Make Me¡¯s mind suddenly.

    He had 20 to 30 rats at the moment, and it wouldn¡¯t be a problem for him to gather enough food for them. When there were more in the future, he would definitely not be able to feed them by hunting alone.

    And it would be unrealistic to expect these rats to hunt by themselves. These weak minions would even fight cockroaches to a tie, and when they encountered a creature like a hyena, they would be defeated instantly.

    They may berge in numbers, but they were actually a group of rabble. Apart from cheering for him, they didn¡¯t do anything to help Make Me in the fight against the hyena.

    How do rats live under normal circumstances?

    Of course, it is to consume the grains in the granaries of human beings.

    Could Make Me let his rats eat the grains in the Longevity Town¡¯s granaries?

    Obviously not.

    The administrator was not only an NPC, but also had GM authority, which had the ability to send him to the ggs!

    It wasn¡¯t about whether he would be able to respawn or not.

    Viting the server regtions would cause him to be kicked out of the game!

    Moreover, every yer only had one ount. So even if there were not so many rules, he still wouldn¡¯t offend other yers and ruin his reputation.

    Since he couldn¡¯t touch the granaries in his home territory, then he could only go after other people¡¯s granaries.

    Make Me couldn¡¯t help but look towards the north with ambitions.

    Perhaps¡­

    He should request a for saving the gaming progress from the Administrator.

    ...

    Just when Make Me was thinking about how to trick the administrator to give him a nurturing cabin, Makka Pakka was sitting on the tractor on the farnd not far away, stepping on the elerator excitedly.

    There was a long row of harrows hanging behind the tractor, turning the soil with a thinyer of snow up. "MUAHAHA! This thing is awesome!"

    Wasn¡¯t this much better than the farming simtor?

    The newbie, who was standing beside him, said with a proud smile. "See? I told you it would work, but you didn¡¯t believe me. "

    Although there was no technical difficulty in improving the harrow behind the tractor, the efficiency of plowing thend increased more than twice.

    As for the harrow originally made by Mosquito, it was estimated that the crazy man copied it on the inte. It might work well on the farnd that had been plowed before, but it was less useful when it came to plowing the wastnd. Sometimes it would get stuck in the soil, and other times, either the grip was not firm enough, or it would simply slide around on the snow.

    But after the harrow was improved based on the newbie¡¯s instruction, the original problem was solved immediately.

    Mosquito standing aside said with a look of shock. "I¡¯m sorry for doubting you! Boss, what do you do in real life?"

    Beating Tiger smiled with embarrassment. "I work in the tobo industry."

    Before Mosquito could react, Makka Pakka, who was driving the tractor, was shocked and almost drove the tractor up the ridge.

    "Holy shit?! Tobo industry?! What kind of tobo are we talking about here? Do you sell weed as well?"

    Beating Tiger answered quickly, "Of course not. I¡¯m working for a legitimate tobopany."

    "That¡¯s awesome!" Makka Pakka looked envious.

    <em>Working for a Tobopany¡­ He must be earning a lot of money.</em>@@novelbin@@

    Mosquito was also envious, but what he envied was totally different. "That¡¯s such a cool job. Do you have endless cigarettes to smoke in the tobopany? Can you smoke unlicensed cigarettes casually?"

    Beating Tiger said with a look of mncholy, "Sigh, there¡¯s just too many sorrowful memories. I thought the same before I entered the industry. Only until I became a tester did I realize how wrong I was. I was asked to smoke several packs of cigarettes every day, and after smoking, I had to write a report as well. Only when you experience it personally will you truly understand the pain I had been through."

    Makka Pakka gasped, "For real? But that sounds actually quite nice to me."

    Beating Tiger rolled his eyes. "Nice my ass! I nearly vomited at the sight of cigarettes back then!¡±

    As it turned out, turning his hobby into his job wasn¡¯t as good as it seemed.

    Mosquito asked curiously, "Brother, are your lungs still okay?"

    Beating Tiger sighed, "It¡¯s alright I guess. Later, I was transferred to a different post. Now my daily work is dealing with tobo farmers, and I need to check the fields every day. It¡¯s quite rxing."

    Makka Pakka asked curiously, "How big is your tobo field?"

    Beating Tiger thought for a while before he replied, "I¡¯m not allowed to tell other people too much information, but the project I¡¯m in charge of has over 50 square kilometers."

    Makka Pakka yelled in fright, "Holy shit!"

    Mosquito couldn¡¯t hold back his amazement either. "Wow!"

    <em>No wonder this guy knows so much.</em>

    <em>This is simply incredible!</em>

    ...

 Chapter 244.2: Ratman, I Choose You!

    On the other side, north of Baker Street, on the edge of the fifth ring.

    Gale, Night Ten, Old White, and Quit Smoking were clearing the building with Lone Wolf who had just entered the game.

    It was not easy to upgrade an intelligence type yer¡¯s level, especially in the early stage. With three points of strength, let alone shooting arrows or throwing javelins, they would have to catch their breath after running two steps. This was why many teams were reluctant to team up with intelligence type yers in the early game.

    Being unhelpful was a trivial matter, the key was that they would hold the entire team back!

    That was deadly in the wastnd.

    Unless it was a yer with a particrly strong hands-on ability and could take the Lifestyle Profession route, upgrading would still be quite difficult for them.

    However, if they were able to get help from a group of high-level yers, it would be another story.

    In just one day, Lone Wolf¡¯s level jumped from LV0 to LV1.

    The speed of his upgrade was like riding a rocket.With his speed, if everything went smoothly, there would be no problem for him to reach LV3 in 4 days. Maybe it would only take him 3 days.

    When farming monsters, he could also do the mission to explore resource points, and take up the scavenger profession to do the garbage pickup mission simultaneously. In this way, he would be able to increase his contribution points to the citizen level and save 200 to 300 silver coins easily.

    At that time, he could get a VM, buy a PU-9 submachine gun, and if he still had some money left, he could also purchase a body armor made with devil silk or some other protective gear. With them, he would basically have the ability to protect himself.

    The sky outside gradually darkened, and this group of people withdrew from the abandoned high-rise building with the things they found.

    Their harvest for the day wasn¡¯t bad!

    Including the things found and the mission reward, the per capita ie was around 100 silver coins.

    In the current version, if there was no war, their daily ie could already be considered very high. If they hadn¡¯t brought a newbie with them, Old White¡¯s ie could¡¯ve been higher.

    Recently, at the newly opened Remote Creek Town hunting ground, it was that there were traces of Deathws. Many high-level yers had gone there to search for them.

    Confirming the progress of the mission through the VM, Ample Time looked at Lone Wolf and said, "The first three level upgrades are quite fast, but after the LV3, it starts to slow down."

    Lone Wolf sighed, "This game is too difficult."

    Old White nodded in agreement. "It¡¯s indeed a bit difficult. I¡¯ve been stuck at LV13 for almost two weeks."

    Night Ten sighed, "Your progress is already pretty good. Unlike you, I¡¯m the perception type, and since I reached LV11, my progress bar seems to be stuck."

    Quit Smoking growled, "Sigh, listening to you guys using different ways to show off just makes me feel very ufortable. At least, you¡¯ve already reached LV10."

    Gale suddenly suggested, "Maybe we have to challenge the higher level monsters."

    "Like?"

    Gale continued, "Mutant Humans or something? Don¡¯t you think?"

    "Damn brother, that would be too difficult, wouldn¡¯t it?" Night Ten gasped in shock.

    Old White suddenly sighed, "If only Ample Time was here."

    Gale quickly agreed, "Indeed, this guy¡¯s understanding of the current version is unparalleled. With him, we will definitely be able to grow faster."

    Night Ten turned his nose up and snorted at the side after hearing what Gale said. "That lucky bastard! How could he not take us with him?"

    Old White smiled. "He¡¯s always been lucky. You forgot that when we used to y PUBG, he would get the best sniper rifle wherever he went. Every time Light found a bunch of junk, he was already fully armed. Anyway, that¡¯s enough chat. It¡¯s going to be dark soon. Let¡¯s go back and have a meal and then go offline. Tomorrow night, we will still be online at 7:00 in the morning and we will work hard and try to help our brother Lone Wolf to upgrade to LV3.¡± R???¨¯????

    "Alright.¡± Night Ten nodded.

    Gale was also in agreement and his reply quickly came. "Copy."

    Quit Smoking smiled and was thest to answer. "Roger!"

    Looking at the enthusiastic yers around him, Lone Wolf was moved. "Good brothers, thank you!"

    Old White said with a smile, "Don¡¯t mention it! It would only make us look like strangers to each other."

    "That¡¯s right. Besides, there will be more ces for us to rely on you in the future!" Quit Smoking quickly added at the side.

    Night Ten quickly brought up another point. "How about helping us improve the brick factory first? The demand for bricks is getting bigger and bigger, and our orders are lining up all the way until the end of next month."

    Lone Wolf, who never liked to owe other people¡¯s favor, had a serious expression on his face. "Okay! Brothers, don¡¯t worry! When I get offline, I¡¯ll think of a way!"

    ...

    The night was gettingte.

    At the north gate of the outpost.

    Silver¡¯s Father grabbed his friends¡¯ arms with snot and tears on his face, and chased them all the way back to the outpost. "It was just a prank, bro! Give me a chance, I won¡¯t do it next time."

    Silver Sword flung his arm mercilessly. "Go away! I finally believed you once, but you disappointed me again!"

    Silver Hand also snapped at him, "Scram!"

    At the door of the nursing home, the yers who had their meals were queuing up to return to their rooms, and the square was very lively.

    Yaya, who was in line, put her hands together and prayed devoutly. "Oh dear developers, please don¡¯t increase the water fee again."

    Teng Teng, who was in line, gave her a sideways nce. "That¡¯s because you are too slow. 10 minutes is definitely enough to take a shower under normal circumstances."

    "How can it be that fast! Oh yeah, Teng Teng because you¡¯re¡­"

    Teng Teng¡¯s face instantly turned red, and she stood on tiptoe and covered Yaya¡¯s mouth hurriedly. "Okay, you can stop talking!"

    "HMAOGHEG!"

    The yers on the side cheered excitedly. "What is she? What is she?¡±

    "Boss Ya,e on, don¡¯t leave us hanging!"

    Although there were hundreds of nurturing cabins in the save point of the outpost, and the bathrooms there had recently been installed with water pipes and simple sr panels, everyone still wanted to bathe in the shelter, even if the water prices had been constantly rising.

    Actually, it was something that couldn¡¯t be helped.

    Even if yers wanted to stay on the surface because it was more convenient to go online, the number of nurturing cabins was not enough, and the 100 units that were there were always taken every day.

    If yers wanted to save their progress, but they couldn¡¯t get a ce on the surface, they still had to go back to the shelter.

    Chu Guang had already adjusted the allocation of resources for the ck box that produced the nurturing cabin to the highest priority, and a special person had been arranged to press the button to ensure uninterrupted operation around the clock, but there was still a big gap in the inventory of the nurturing cabins.

    In theory, to meet the online and offline needs of all yers, at least 900 nurturing cabins were required.

    Moreover, even if it was a ck box, it still couldn¡¯t run 24 hours a day. So in order not to break the equipment, the ck box needed to rest for 2 to 3 hours a day.

    While thinking about the matter of the resurrection point, Chu Guang, who got off the elevator with Little Seven in his arms, walked towards the shelter.

    A giant gray rat popped out suddenly, and Chu Guang was surprised to see Make Me staring at him.

    Chu Guang looked at him with caring eyes and asked softly, "Is there a problem?"

    The big rat bowed and said respectfully. "Dear administrator, I havepleted the mission you gave me!"

    Chu Guang was dazed for a moment before a look of shock formed on his face.

    <em>So fast?!</em>

    After retrieving the action records from several yers¡¯ VMs and drone aerial photos, Chu Guang quickly discovered that he really wasn¡¯t bragging.

    Not only did heplete the mission, but he surpassed the requirements by quite a bit!

    Chu Guang¡¯s face twitched slightly. He felt embarrassed to say that he had been too busy recently, and he hadn¡¯t thought about how to reward him.

    But after thinking for a while, he coughed lightly and said, "You did very well. Being able to tame mutants is undoubtedly a huge help to achieving our goal."

    "If there are any rewards you¡¯d like other than silver coins and contribution points, you can tell me."

    Make Me was stunned for a moment before waking up in ecstasy and roared, "Dear administrator, I don¡¯t want anything else. I just hope you can give me a nurturing cabin!"

    Chu Guang gave the guy a strange look. "A nurturing cabin? What do you want it?"

    Make Me continued with a serious look. "I want to go north! I want to go to West Continent City, the ce that¡¯s farther than Remote Creek Town! There will be no distractions from other yers there, and there are no rules on enemy territory, I can snowball more easily, unite the local rats, and grow my strength as a Ratman!"

    <em>Holy shit!</em>

    <em>That¡¯s a great idea</em>.

    After listening to Make Me¡¯s words, Chu Guang¡¯s eyes lit up, but he still reminded him cautiously. "The energy required to power the dormant bin is 1KW, and you have to prepare a generator for it. Moreover, it will not be easy to transport the equipment to West Continent City, you have to think clearly."

    Make Me said seriously, "Please rest assured, I will solve this problem myself."

    He¡¯d already ordered a Hell¡¯s Breath from Mosquito, and at worst, he would order a smaller wood powered generator.

    When the snow on the ground became a little thinner, he would set off immediately!

    Chu Guang nodded, no longer having any questions. "Okay, tomorrow you can go to Longevity Town to find Luca, he will give you a nurturing cabin."

    "Also, I¡¯ll give you another mission. Go to Luca to pick up a radio station, take it to West Continent City just north of us, and set up amunication base there. This mission is very important, please do your best toplete it. Afterpletion, you can move freely around West Continent City, and I will also arrange new missions for you from time to time."

    Make Me said with great joy, "Thank you! Dear administrator, I will definitely do my best!"

    The nurturing cabin wasn¡¯t really something that required really high technology.

    After there were enough nurturing cabins at the save points, Chu Guang even considered allowing yers to buy nurturing cabins and move them into their own houses.

    Well, that would only happen in the future.

    At present, resources were limited, and collective interests were paramount, so the allocation of resources to public facilities was always the first priority.

    After all, that was rted to the gaming experience of the vast majority of yers.

    Taking Little Seven back to the administrator¡¯s office, Chu Guang sat on the office chair and turned the chair to look at the wall on the side of the office.

    There were many screens on the wall, which were modified by Yin Fang with VMs.

    Sixteen small screens formed arge screen, on which a map was disyed. The map was shing with dense small green and blue dots, forming a map of the distribution of yers and NPCs.

    yers without VMs also had their old locations marked by drones.

    Through his map, Chu Guang could easily grasp how many yers there were in each area, how many missions should be allocated, what was the ratio of functional NPCs, and whether he needed to send a few more people there.

    To Chu Guang¡¯s relief, the new batch of yers were more motivated than he expected.

    Amongst a total of 300 people, half of them joined wastnd remation army, and more than 90% of them were strength types.

    Although the other half did not go to reim wastnd, they were also dragged to do the Passing The Torch mission, either following the high-level yers in the tunnel, or going to the edge of the fifth ring to clear buildings.@@novelbin@@

    There were many crunchers there. Moreover, not only was there a natural training ground, but yers may also be able to collect abundant resources.

    Among the total of 300 new yers, there were two yers that Chu Guang focused on.

    One was Beating Tiger.

    The other was Professor Wang, or rather, Long Wolf.

    Beating Tiger was someone Chu Guang had noticed since a long time ago. Chu Guang had been watching him on the forum for a long time. He often saw him and other yers exchange farming experience, and often posted photos rted to farming.

    After observing for a while, Chu Guang immediately marked him in the backend of the website, and decided to invite him when it came to a version that required expertise in farming.

    Beating Tiger did not let him down. As soon as he entered the game, he improved two tractors developed by Mosquito and Steel nt 81.

    The efficiency of plowing thend was now twice as fast as before, which could be said to be of great help!

    Professor Wang, on the other hand, was a pure surprise to Chu Guang.

    The Professor only joined the Bull And Horse Club the week before, and only when Chu Guang browsed the chat history did he learn that this man was a colleague of Gale and a professor in the field of mechanical engineering and automation design.

    For this kind of professor-level yer who could also help in the field of practical application, Chu Guang also did not hesitate to include him in the list of yers that needed to be invited in the Alpha 1.0 version.

    Beating Tiger chose the strength sequence, and Lone Wolf on the other hand, chose the intelligence sequence like Gale. Most likely, Gale taught him what to choose.

    Although Lone Wolf was still leveling up with Bull and Horse Squad and had not shown his professional level in the game for the time being, Chu Guang was not in a hurry.

    To improve the productivity of an area, one must first have a sufficient understanding of what they wanted to do.

    Like setting up a factory in Africa¡­ One had to do research first, not to mention they were in apletely different world.

    Chu Guang was very satisfied with the Professional Wang¡¯s pace.

    If he gave advice before he even understood the situation in the game, he would only give Chu Guang a headache instead.

    "Good!"

    "As expected of the people I chose!"

    Taking a look at the action records on the VM, Chu Guang had a happy expression on his face, and he felt that everything was under control.

    "It seems that the Alpha 1.0 version is progressing well, and new yers have officially be a part of the game. Next, there are only two core tasks left for the shelter!"

    One was therge-scale development of the northern bank of Linghu Lake, and the other was the investment attraction of the new industrial zone.

    Attracting Liszt to set up a factory was just the beginning.

    Once this guy got a taste of the sweetness of the investment, soon there would be more powerful businessmening over with the equipment and talents.

    Coupled with the caravans from the east coast, as long as he could create a stable development environment for them, they would send money to his doorsteps.

    If one day in the future the Shelter 404 shed with Boulder Town, he would also have an extra card in his hand that could be yed.

    Of course, cooperation was naturally the best option.

    Although a fight could make him rich overnight, in the long run, the returns were still not as stable as those from harvesting leeks.

    "The technology of solid-state hydrogen batteries is at least ss D+ technology. Depending on how the chemical energy is stored and utilized, it may even be ss C."

    "Although it is not as good as a metal hydrogen battery that includes multiple ss B technologies and a small amount of ss A technologies, it is still much better than the traditional methods used in reality."

    "With the ck box obtained from Shelter 117, if everything goes well in the next two version updates, most LV10 intelligence type yers should be able to use neural connection devices, and the pration rate of exoskeletons should reach 8% among yers, and 15% among guards."

    Now that there were more yers, Chu Guang had to focus more on the whole and reduce local micro-control when making decisions.

    Letting a certain yer own a certain piece of equipment would have little effect on the overall strength of the shelter.

    Only when the pration rate of a certain piece of equipment reached a certain proportion in the yer group would it reflect the influence of this piece of equipment on their overall strength.

    And productivity was the key to everything.

    It had to be said that spring came at a perfect time.

    Just as Chu Guang was nning the future of shelter, Little Seven¡¯s voice suddenly came from the side, pulling him back from his daydream. "Master."

    Chu Guang turned to the little bin and asked, "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Little Seven continued in a low voice, "Although Little Seven doesn¡¯t want to disturb your rest, there is news from the two yers you sent to Boulder Town and Red River Town."

 Chapter 245.1: The Graveyard of Civilization

    As expected by Chu Guang.

    After finishing the first day of the trip, his yers immediately brought first-hand information to the official website after going offline.

    Escaping Mole: Guys, I¡¯m back! Whew! It¡¯s so damn difficult to get to Red River Town, I think I¡¯m going to wear out my shoes! (Exhausted)

    Makka Pakka: Just cut the crap. Who cares about your shoes, are you there yet?

    Quit Smoking: Tell us about the new map?

    Tail: Hurry up!

    Escaping Mole: Geez, calm down, everyone. How can it be that fast? It¡¯s a journey that¡¯s nearly 100 kilometers long! Not to mention the trouble on the road. ording to the head of the caravan escort, this trip would take at least a week. OMG, can you imagine not being able to save the progress for a week? I¡¯m so nervous right now.

    Quit Bullshit: What the heck, why are you talking so much nonsense?

    Quit Smoking: Stop showing off! If you don¡¯t want to go, juste back. I¡¯ll go! (Crazy)There were more and more people appearing in the post, and all of them were urging the mole to stop talking nonsense and get directly to the point.

    Seeing this, Brother Mole didn¡¯t dare to talk nonsense anymore and hurriedly got to the point.

    Escaping Mole: Ahem, alright, alright, let¡¯s get to the main point! Our journey to the east was full of troubles. In the beginning, we could still take provincial roads, butter it was all curvy country roads; the road conditions there were so terrible that it was really hard to describe. Especially in some dangerous ces, even the caravan guards who had installed mechanical prosthetics dared not approach, so we could only take detours.

    - In addition to the fact that the snow has notpletely melted, we weren¡¯t moving very fast, and we only managed to walk one-third of the journey all day. I heard from the head guard who was equipped with robotic arms and electronic eyes that if we got lucky, we should be able to arrive there at noon on the third day. But if we were unlucky, we would probably get there on the fourth day!

    The year before, it only took two days for the ve merchant from Red River Town to rush to the northern suburbs of Clearspring City to collect ves just right before the early winter arrived.

    But another businessman took five full days toe from there in order to bypass the areas with the marauder¡¯s activities.

    That showed howplicated the road conditions there were.

    Construction Boy: You understand them? (Surprised)

    Escaping Mole: Are you stupid? There is our guard with me. His name is Lu Bei. Anyway, if there¡¯s anything I don¡¯t understand, I¡¯ll just ask him. And my VM has unlocked the subtitle function during the mission, but this function would only work intermittently, so don¡¯t expect it to be useful all the time. Anyway, I¡¯ve tested it, and it basically only works when I am camping or stopping to rest. Even so, some subtitles are still very strange. You have tobine your own understanding and experience to interpret the meaning. ?¨¢¦­????S

    Elf Wang: That¡¯s awesome, brother!

    Escaping Mole: Save the praise forter. Let me continue. This journey was quite exciting. Although ording to the guard leader, we took a rtively safe road, we still encountered three waves of mutants on the road. The first wave was when we were passing through the forest. At that time, we were targeted by a group of very hungry hyenas, but it was not a big problem. We quickly killed the 5 rushing in the front, scaring the rest away.

    - The second wave was even more exciting. An ugly creature with a lot of legs that would challenge one¡¯s sanity suddenly came out from the side of the road, which startled me. I have never seen that kind of monster in the northern suburbs. Only after asking about it did I know that it¡¯s called Multi-legged Beast, a kind of mutant that lives in a dark and humid environment. Its level of danger is between Creeper and Tyrant, and it has great speed and strength. But just by looking at the appearance, it is impossible to tell what it mutated from...

    Kakarot: In addition to the new map, there are new monsters?!?!

    Quit Smoking: Brilliant! What about the third wave?

    Escaping Mole: Monster! Wastnders call it that. It was written on the official website as well, but there has never been a picture of it. The creature is bigger than a bear, with a hunched back. Its head is almost buried in its shoulders, and its teeth stick out of its lips. Its pale and almost hairless rotten skin looks badly dposed as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, and it can roar like thunder!

    - It really lives up to its name. It looks like a monster, and it is ridiculously strong. With a wave of its hand, it can break a tree! In terms of strength, I am afraid that it can even beat the Deathw! But its weakness is also obvious. It¡¯s slow, and it¡¯s nowhere near as agile as a Deathw.

    - As soon as the caravan guards saw it, they fired at it with their guns immediately, but after emptying the entire magazine, it didn¡¯t do any damage to it at all! I suspect that its recovery ability is stronger than that of the mutant human, whichpletely subverts my understanding of the strength of those organisms. It wasn¡¯t untilter that a guard took out a steel tube-shaped bazooka and shot it in the chest before taking the beast out.

    Quit Smoking: Fantastic!

    Construction Boy: Sigh, I¡¯m so envious!

    Darkest: It¡¯s not fair! So not fair! (Losing mind)

    Not only did he get early ess to the new map, he also got to see new monsters!

    How was that reasonable?!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: God damn it! You made me want to go as well! Can I go just by myself?

    Spring Water Commander: Theoretically, you can. There is no map boundary in this game anyway, but the problem is that there is no save point and no mission to do. It¡¯s definitely not worth it to go alone, and you definitely won¡¯t be able to go far without equipment. (Smug Face)

    Night Ten: +1. As far as I remember, five days ago, after seeing the snow outside the outpost begin to melt, a silly yer wanted to find Boulder Town by himself before the new version wasunched. But he died when he reached the fourth ring. Not only did he lose all his equipment, but he also had to buy a new VM. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Battlefield Cheerleader: Uh, in that case, forget it.

    Irene: Welp. The road condition in the city was simply horrible. Who would¡¯ve thought that a Cracklew Crab would be lying in a puddle of water? That asshole can also camouge, carrying a big lump of garbage on its back, making it look like a pile of discarded waste when lying there. Without a perception type yer, it¡¯s really hard to detect it. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Elf Wang: Holy shit, ina, tell me the truth, are you the silly yer who died?@@novelbin@@

    Irene: What do you think? (Roll Eyes)

    Escaping Mole: Speaking of which, where¡¯s Ample Time? Did anyone see him?

    Night Ten: I don¡¯t know. I guess he¡¯s probably still writing the post at the moment. This guy always likes to take his time.

    Almost less than a minute after Night Ten¡¯s post was posted, Ample Time¡¯s ID popped up on the forum.

    <strong>[Boulder Town Tour Day 1: Ruins, Death, and Dystopian Culture]</strong>

    - The distance is just a mere number on paper, but it¡¯s a heavenly barrier beneath our feet. We are only 20 kilometers away from Boulder Town in a straight line on the map, and if we only advanced 1 meter per second, it would only be a 5 hours journey. However, when we crossed the edge of the fifth ring into this cemetery where civilization was buried, we only discovered that every second here feels like forever.

    - Thousands of tall buildings soar into the clouds and into the unfathomable abyss. Those tombstones have stood for 2 centuries, and are very likely to continue to stand for 2 more. With vignce and caution, we passed through broken alleys full of damaged pavement and dpidated billboards describing the prosperity of the pre-war era.

    - The caravan guards told us that it was a paradise of chaos and death. We not only needed to be careful of mutants, but also to be wary of marauders lurking in high-rise buildings. They don¡¯t need very advanced technology, a stone thrown from the 20th floor is enough to smash our heads open, and even some smart mutants have learned this trick. In addition, there are mines buried in the ruins, remote control bombs, and even gunners hidden in some dark corners.

    - We had to choose our route carefully, especially after entering the fifth ring. It would be hard for one to see the sunlight the next day if they don¡¯t keep their eyes open here...

    There were 5 or 6 paragraphs in the preface alone, and even more in the main content.

    Ample Time described in detail in the post how he felt after entering ?Clearspring City.

    Before discovering Shelter 404, Chu Guang had been there several times, but he didn¡¯t go deep enough, so he could understand the shock in Ample Time¡¯s heart at this moment.

    If the urban area of ??the northern suburbs was like <em>Los Santos</em>, then the urban area of ??Clearspring City was <em>Night City</em> loaded with wastnd mods and bugfixes.

    "If this post wasn¡¯t exaggerated, the situation in the fifth ring would be moreplicated than I expected."

    "But the good news is that the marauders who are active in that area have not formed a unified organization. Thergest group there has no more than ten people... It basically matches the information from Boss Xia." Stroking his chin, Chu Guang thought for a moment.

    "It seems that trading in the wastnd is indeed not something that anyone can do."

    Due to the fact that it was still within the signal range, Brother Ample Time also took a few pictures, some of which were reviewed and synced to the post by him.

    The reviewer was Little Seven.

    By following the R12 rating standard, if there was no element of gore and violence, a filter with a perspective simr to the yer would be added before the photos were synchronized to the official website.

    Looking at the post in front of him, Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of theputer browsing the threads, was full of surprise.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>For him to name it Day 1¡­</em>

    <em>It seems like it¡¯s going to be a live post</em>

 Chapter 245.2: The Graveyard of Civilization

    Chu Guang immediately looked at the paper bin squatting in the corner. "Little Seven."

    The signal light turned on slightly, and the camera looked over curiously. "Yes, master."

    Chu Guang ordered. "Help me get a drink from the fridge¡­ Mhm, milk is fine."

    Little Seven started to buzz in a high pitch, "Huh? But Little Seven has no hands."

    "Then go find Boss Xia, she should be off work at this point. You can ask her to bring it to me," Chu Guang thought about it and continued, "Mhm, remember to warm it up."

    Ample Time¡¯s post was still very informative, and it was worth studying. After reviewing this post, he nned to y a round of <em>Steris </em>to get some inspiration. And while doing his research, he often liked to drink something.

    He had already quit drinking alcohol, so he didn¡¯t ask for it.

    Too bad there was no c. Otherwise, it would be perfect.

    Little Seven, who was rolling its wheels and drooping its camera, reluctantly went outside the office.After a while, Boss Xia, who was holding a bottle of hot milk, pushed open the door and stomped in. She snapped at him the instant the door was open, "Can¡¯t you ask your yers to do it?"

    <em>Didn¡¯t he say that the time after work belongs to myself?</em>

    <em>This guy really likes to boss me around.</em>

    Chu Guang gave her a strange look and responded matter of factly, "How can I trouble my yers with this kind of thing? Just leave it on the table, thank you."

    Xia Yan rolled her eyes, walked over, and mmed the bottle on the table. "You¡¯re wee!"

    At this moment, she suddenly saw theputer screen and asked curiously, "What¡¯s this?"

    "This is the forum I told you about."

    Xia Yan, who was staring at the screen, frowned for a while. She eventually muttered, "What kind of text is this?"

    Chu Guang said casually, "Another kind ofnguage. If you studied the things I gave you seriously, you wouldn¡¯t have asked this question."

    When talking about learning, Xia Yan, whose cking tendencies were immediately exposed, blushed. "Huh?! Who cares about that?¡±

    Looking at Boss Xia who turned and walked out the door, Chu Guang smiled lightly and continued to look at theputer screen.

    <em>If only she can study as seriously as Xiaoyu.</em>

    Unlike her, Xiaoyu could already recognize more than 1,000 characters in just less than half a year.

    That little girl¡¯s memory was indeed unusual. Chu Guang felt that way before, and even had some suspicions about whether she had the potential to awaken. ?????¦¥?

    Awakening was not unique to yers, and it was not umon in the wastnd.@@novelbin@@

    The view of the vast majority of wastnders was that awakening required a life-and-death crisis, but that was not absolute.

    Some intelligence type and strength type yers had proved that through slow umtion and exercise, it was also possible to selectively express genes and make adjustments that were more suitable for the wastnd environment.

    Chu Guang, who tapped his index finger on the mouse and stared at theputer screen, thought for a moment. "This situation is indeed worth noting. I should ask Hyrja to examine her one day."

    ...

    The next day.

    At the north gate of Longevity Town, there were squeaking noises early in the morning.

    A fat big rat was now riding on a motorcycle with a strange shape, looking at the north with great ambitions.

    A group of little rats were noisily surrounding the motorcycle, curious but did not dare to approach, so they could only squeak at him.

    Make Me automatically tranted those squeaks into "Awesome boss" and "So cool" in his mind.

    After all, he tried to understand it from the perspective of those little rats, and found that he was indeed quite impressive.

    As all rats knew, machines were the creations of the former overlords, humans.

    Being able to control the wisdom of human beings was more than enough to show the bravery of the Horned Rat.

    It was simply awesome!

    Mosquito standing next to the motorcycle checked the equipment, wiped the oil on the butt, and looked at the fat rat riding in front.

    "... A nurturing cabin, the radio station, and the materials for assembling the power generator, I have tied them all on the portable steam engine for you. Do you want toe down and check it?"

    Make Me answered casually, "No need, I can¡¯t wait anymore! Hahaha!"

    Mosquito rolled his eyes and continued: "To adjust the speed, you need to shift gears. The gear shift mechanism is on the left grip. Speaking of which, is your skinny arm strong enough to move the gears?"

    Make Me snapped with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean! I¡¯m also an LV5 yer, alright? How can you question my strength?"

    Mosquito chuckled, "You think we don¡¯t know how poor your stats are?"

    The initial attributes of the Ratman sequence were all 3 points except for his perception stat, which was 5, and the upgrade points were randomly added to the attributes without any rules to follow. So Make Me¡¯s attributes were extremely messy, and his stats were not even as good as a new intelligence type yer who had just entered the game.

    Except for the buff of Fast Synthesis, he seemed to have no other advantages.

    Oh yes, there were his rat rtives as well.

    Mosquito subconsciously nced at the energetic rats squatting next to the motorcycle.

    He couldn¡¯t help feeling that when these rats got together, they became fearless; they were not even afraid to look at people around them anymore.

    Make Me sneered, "Stats are for the weak! We summoners don¡¯t need the attribute panel."

    "Haha, anyway, just be careful. It¡¯s okay to die, but try not to break the motorcycle. This thing is not easy to repair."

    After taking a piece of wood and stuffing it into the feed inlet of the portable steam engine, Mosquito patted it and said with a smile. "Bon Voyage. Take care of yourself!"

    This motorcycle was designed by him overnight for Make Me, modified from his Hell¡¯s Breath.

    Because the seat cushion of Hell¡¯s Breath was too high, it was still a bit difficult for the rat to control. In addition, Make Me needed to pass throughrge forests and hills to the north, so Mosquito had to redesign theyout of the motorcycle and move the two wheels on the side to the front and the back.

    The U-shaped seat cushion was between the portable steam engine and the front wheel. Considering the off-road performance, the front wheel was erged. It now reached Make Me¡¯s chest when he stood next to it.

    Since there was no rear seat cushion, the luggage that needed to be brought to the north could only be tied to the top of the portable steam engine to maintain the center of gravity.

    The cost of the entire motorcycle was around 1,000 silver coins, so pricing it at 2,000 silver coins was quite reasonable.

    Make Me, who had just gotten rid of the newbie title, certainly couldn¡¯te up with the huge sum of money. However, for the sake of the master-student rtionship, Mosquito allowed him to pay 400 silver coins first, and the remaining 1,600 silver coins could be paid back in installments.

    If Make Me lost the motorcycle, he would go bankrupt immediately.

    However, Make Me, who was sitting on the Goblin Motorcycle at the moment, not only had no worries about going bankrupt. Instead, he was full of hope.

    The night before, on the official website forum, he also read the long post by Ample Time. It made him so excited that itpletely ignited his desire to explore new maps.

    "West Continent City!"

    "Nice!"

    "Listen up, marauders there! Herees your granddaddy rat!"

    The preheating of thebustion chamber waspleted, and the portable steam engine started to turn, making a tractor-like roar.

    Quickly, the nking sound of the portable steam engine resounded at the north gate.

    The group of rats squeaked loudly, they were either frightened, excited, or spinning around on the spot in panic.

    <em>It moved! It moved!</em>

    Seeing that the wheel before him started to turn, Make Me shouted excitedly, "My minions! Follow me!" [1]

    "Target West Continent City."

    "Let¡¯s go!"

    Seeing their boss heading north, some timid rats took the opportunity and slipped away, but some also jumped onto the motorcycle and chose to follow him on the expedition, like the groundhog that got beaten up by Make Me.

    A few female rats stared at him with glowing eyes.

    Standing at the gate of Longevity Town, 2 yers with hoes and pickaxes in their hands happened to witness this scene.

    "What the heck is that?"

    "Skaven Ratman¡¯s Doomwheel?"

    "I knew at a nce that it was made by Mosquito..."

    "Damn, that thing can actually move!"

    "Sick!"

    1. TONIGHT WE STEAL. THE MOON! ?

 Chapter 246.1: Giving Them The Highest Respect

    Just after the big rat set off with a group of little rats on a motorbike, a wastnd remation team made of 500 refugees was transferred from the temporary shelter to Longevity Town.

    There were about 1,500 refugees stranded in the temporary shelter.

    Now that winter wasing to an end, the snow was slowly melting and seeping into the soil. They couldn¡¯t stay in crowded and dangerous buildings forever. It was neither safe nor hygienic. Especially in spring, it could easily be a breeding ground for germs and bacteria.

    Walking in front of the refugee group, Jiu Li found Luca who was waiting at the east gate, and shook hands with him. "It took a while on the road. I¡¯m sorry to keep you waiting."

    Luca said softly, "It¡¯s alright, there¡¯s snow everywhere all the way. It¡¯s not easy for you toe here. But I¡¯m relieved to see you arrive safely."

    After a brief greeting, Jiu Li got straight to the point. "Where do we start? Here? Or somewhere else?"

    Last year, their camp at the east gate was destroyed by a blizzard, and the wreckage left on the ground could still be seen faintly.

    Luca looked at Jiu Li and said, "ording to the administrator¡¯s instructions, your settlement is at the west gate, and now the top priority is to solve the housing problem. The bricks, cement, and wood have been delivered to the construction site, and there will be special personnel to guide you on how to construct them. After the houses are built, we will assign spring farming tasks to you."

    "Thend is allocated ording to households. Two adults form a household, and they will be given 6,660 square meters ofnd. For each child in the family, an additional 666 square meters will be given. Unmarried people who are 16 years old and over will be allocated 1,900 square meters per person. After they get married, they will be considered a new household, and theirnd will be re-allocated.""The ownership of thend is collectively owned by Longevity Town, and it cannot be transferred or leased. It will be checked every season. The offenders will be expelled from their household registration, and theirnd will be confiscated."

    "In the first three years, we will provide you with seeds and fertilizers, and you only need to hand over half of the harvest to us in return. At the end of the three-year period, if thend isn¡¯t abandoned, thend allocated to you will be handed over to youpletely. At that time, only 20% of the harvest needs to be given as tribute, and you can decide yourself whether you want to keep the rest of the grain or sell it to the granary.¡±

    The refugees were whispering, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.

    "Provide seeds?"

    "And fertilizer!"

    "And only turn in half of the harvest¡­ Is it really true?"

    Not to mention them, even Luca found the terms hard to believe.

    In the wastnd, it was already generous to allow farmers to keep 20% of the harvest.

    However, the administrator not only allowed them to keep half of the crops but even generously said that they would provide them with seeds, fertilizers, and professional guidance for the first three years.

    "The reason why refugees are refugees is that they are rootless. Yes, we need them to grow food, but what we need more is to use thend and work to bind them with us. Don¡¯t just think about profits all the time."

    "ording to the statistics we¡¯ve collected, there are roughly 500 households amongst the refugees. If each household can get 6,660 square meters ofnd, they can farm at least 666,000 square meters ofnd. This can not only allow more than 500 families to live well, but also provide food for thousands of people. Moreover, it can fill the stomachs of the remaining refugees and develop production.¡±

    "In terms of the remaining 1,600,000 square meters ofnd, it will be partly run by the shelter, mainly farmed by prisoners of war, and partly contracted and managed by the shelter residents. The grains they produced will all be purchased by the granary."

    That was what Chu Guang told him in the past.

    Luca didn¡¯t fully understand it, but he had a new understanding of the administrator¡¯s kindness. Such a kind heart was too rare in the wastnd.

    He wished from the bottom of his heart that those poor people would have a good life.

    After settling Jiu Li¡¯s matter and handing over the tools and building materials, Luca handed over the rest of the work to the foreman and guards, and returned to Longevity Town alone. ?????£Â??@@novelbin@@

    Inside the office, the captain of the guard, Wrench, was waiting for him.

    Longevity Town was currently understaffed, especially in the logistics department.

    In addition to standing guard, the guards asionally had to undertake the work ofmunicating with refugees.

    That was also the instructions of the administrator. However, those were just temporary measures, and they would be gradually improved in the future.

    After all, for the refugees, a straight ck uniform and arge-caliber rifle were far more convincing than a piece of paper full of words at any time.

    To put it bluntly, literacy education had only reached its primary stage, and most people still didn¡¯t even know that many words, so they couldn¡¯t remember the rules for a long time.

    For them, things like thew were far inferior to the words of the administrator who was wearing an exoframe. The powerful monster strolling about in a blue exoframe gave them a much stronger sense of security than anything.

    At least in ?Clearspring City, strength was all that mattered.

    "The transportation route to Elm District has been restored. At present, the transportation capacity and human resources are very tight. Only 500 to 800 logs can be supplied to the town every day... This is on the premise of not affecting thend remation work."

    "The administrator has said thatnd remation is the first priority. I will arrange for someone to handle the wood, so hand them over to me after they are transported to the farm." Luca paused for a moment, then continued in a serious tone, "In addition, the brick factory has given priority to the allocation of production capacity to Longevity Town. We need to build at least 500 houses before the end of the month and ensure that the three collective dormitories in the town arepleted, and the refugees in temporary shelters will bepletely transferred here."

    Wrench hesitated for a moment. "Can weplete everything on such short notice?¡±

    They also needed to prepare for spring farming, so it would probably be difficult to free up so many people.

    However, Luca¡¯s answer was beyond his expectations. "Initially, I also thought that the mission might be difficult toplete, but the diligence of those shelter residents exceeded our expectations... At present, one-fifth of the wastnd remation mission undertaken by them has beenpleted, and the rest will probably bepleted within a week at most."

    "The administrator said that if the situation is optimistic, they can plow another 6,660,000 square meters of wastnd before the 20th."

    "Including the 6,660,000 square meters of wastnd remation mission undertaken by the prisoners of war, there is absolutely no problem inpleting the 19,000,000 square meters of wastnd remation mission before the spring farming."

    "In this way, the savedbor can be fully involved in the construction of the houses, and the resettlement of refugees can be elerated."

    After saying that, Luca unfolded a map.

    On it was painted a house made with a brick and wood structure. The overall shape was square, and it looked unremarkable, but it had everything a house needed.

    "This is the terraced house designed by the shelter residents. It is a 36-square-meter house made with a mix of brick and wood. It requires a small number of building materials, and its thermal performance and safety are quite good."

    Wrench stared at the drawing for a while. Although he didn¡¯t quite understand it, he intuitively felt that the bricks and cement used in this kind of house were indeed much less than those in Longevity Town.

    After a long time, he couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "Give my highest respect and gratitude to these amazing people."

    Luca also nodded with a sigh as well. "We do have to thank them, they gave so much."

    War, natural disaster, famine, disease...

    Evenpared to the toughest days of the past, this year¡¯s winter had certainly been hell mode.

    Without those blue coats, let alone those refugees from other ces, few people in the entire northern suburbs would¡¯ve been able to survive this winter.

    But no one died of starvation this winter, and they even had a New Year¡¯s party.

    That was almost unimaginable in the past.

    Of course, for Luca himself, his gratitude was much simpler.

    If it wasn¡¯t for that chip from the administrator, he would have already died under the gun of a certain guard.

    He didn¡¯t understand many big truths, and he didn¡¯t even understand when Chu Guang told him to stand up and not kneel.

    He only knew one thing, the administrator saved his life.

    From that moment on, his life belonged to the administrator.

    ...

    Night.

    The caravan heading for Boulder Town settled in an abandoned office building.

    They cleared the Crunchers from the lobby to the corridor and came to the second floor of the office building.

    A trip rope was tied to the exit of the safe passage, and the caravan escort who was in charge of escorting Qian Lai and others back to Boulder Town walked to Xu Shun and Ample Time and said to them. "This is our safe house on the edge of the fourth ring. We will rest here for the night and continue our journey after dawn."

    His name was Luo Guang, and he had been working for Liszt for around six years. He was an old employee of the caravan.

    The other two guards worked for two years respectively. The one with a submachine gun on his chest was called Wang Zhong, and the one with a bandage on his right arm was named Kaeya. Those were all the information Ample Time got from Xu Shun.

    Before the group arrived, they were ambushed by a group of marauders. The unlucky guy named Kaeya was unfortunately shot in the right arm.

    Those goblins hidden in the ruins would always emerge unexpectedly and open fire immediately, not concealing their heinous desire in the slightest.

    Except for one person who looked as calm as usual, all the people present had lingering fear on their faces.

    That person was Ample Time.

    <em>Isn¡¯t itmon sense in RPG games to encounter bandits when escorting a caravan?</em>

    <em>Since the mission asks the yer to bring a gun, the game will naturally give the yer a chance to use it.</em>

    <em>It¡¯s just basic routine, no need to panic at all.</em>

    Ample Time didn¡¯t find it strange. Instead, he only felt that those NPCs were very weak.

    "Safe house?" Xu Shun nced around and noticed molds and the creep formed by the Mutant Slime Mold in the corners of the room. He did not feel that the ce was safe in the slightest.

    Qian Lai, who was standing beside him, grinned. "Don¡¯t be nervous, those Crunchers won¡¯t pop out of the ground. Even if there is a small incubation hive on the top of the building, they won¡¯t suddenly appear. As long as they are used properly, the Crunchers wandering in the corridors will be our cover instead."

    There were at least hundreds of Crunchers in the lobby on the first floor, but when they came up, they only killed a dozen of them, and there were still a bunch of them left.

    If a group of marauders were going to attack them, they would have to clear the Crunchers from the lobby to the safe passage like what they just did.

    Even if those marauders took out the Crunchers in closebat without firing a single shot, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground would still be heard by the people on the second floor.

    As long as they kept someone on guard near the exit of the safe passage, it would basically guarantee their safety.

    Qian Lai patiently said to the two rookies who had never traveled far. "It¡¯s dangerous to set up a campfire here. I¡¯m afraid we have to spend the night in the dark. Did you bring dry rations?"

    Xu Shun nodded. "Mhm."

    Qian Lai smiled. "That¡¯s good. There¡¯s no ce for you to make a fire."

    The dry rations for the people in the caravan was nutritional paste. Although there were also wheat cakes, they were frozen so hard that no one wanted to eat them.

    Xu Shun took out the warmed bun that didn¡¯t have any fillings from his arms, then reached into his backpack and took out the pickles in the jar. Using a knife to cut open the bun, he poured some pickles on it, then stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

 Chapter 246.2: Giving Them The Highest Respect

    The surrounding caravan guards looked at him curiously and whispered in a low voice, "Why is this bread white?"

    "Strange food."

    "I¡¯ve seen it at their market before... But¡­ It¡¯s very expensive. It actually cost 4 chips each!"

    Hearing this, the other two guards had surprised expressions on their faces. They looked at Xu Shun with a hint of envy in their eyes, as if they were looking at a local tycoon.

    <em>4 chips for a meal?!</em>

    <em>This is too luxurious!</em>

    What Ample Time ate were meat buns, so he finished eating much quicker than Xu Shun. He walked to the window and sat down, taking out the small book in his pocket and ncing at the faint moonlight outside.

    There were dense small characters written on it, all of which were describing the things he had seen and heard along the way. He nned to update it on the forum after he went offler.

    ?The situation in Clearspring City was quite different from the northern suburbs.Along the way, they encountered at least 2 marauder attacks.

    The first time was by 5 people, who shot them with iron-barreled rifles indiscriminately, but three were quickly killed by them, and the remaining 2 fled in panic.

    The second time had a few more people. There were a total of 12 people that attacked them, which was the size of a 10 man team.

    Kaeya, who was sitting against the wall, treated the wound with alcohol and cursed in a low voice. "This group of bastards! All they know is sneak attack!"

    Xu Shun looked at him and asked. "Howe there are so many marauders?"

    Kaeya said in a low voice, "They are everywhere. Those buildings outside may seem empty, but you never know how many people are hiding inside. Most likely, they spotted us the moment we entered the city."

    Xu Shun suddenly became alert. "Then what if they surrounded us..."

    Kaeya smiled, "Take it easy man, not all marauders will be the Bonechewer n like not all cancer cells will end up turning into tumors. At least a third of marauders were mercenaries who either killed their former employers or their former partners. They couldn¡¯t go back to Boulder Town, nor could they summon the courage to start a new life, so in the end, they just became bandits. How strong do you think those scum are?"

    Wang Zhong, who was sitting on the side, interjected, "Our luck was actually not bad. All of the groups we encountered were only capable of doing small jobs. Had we encountered those who were capable of doing something big, it would¡¯ve been very troublesome."

    Xu Shun frowned. "... What do you mean?"

    "This is what he means." Using tweezers to pick out a bullet, Kaeya shook it in front of him, and said with a twisted smile, "Steel ball, about 6mm... Thank goodness, if a lead bullet was used, my arm would be ruined."

    Wang Zhong chuckled and joked. "Isn¡¯t that great? You¡¯ll be able to change to a mechanical arm when that happens."

    Kaeya rolled his eyes. "Get lost. You think I can afford it?"

    Equipment like that wasn¡¯t something he could dream of.

    The vast majority of people present were employed by Liszt temporarily, and only a few could be core employees and serve the caravan for life. That was also what made them work harder. ?§Ñ£Î??????

    Looking at the intermittently disyed subtitles on the VM, Ample Time pondered for a long time, and continued to write in the small notebook by the moonlight.

    <strong>[¡­ Mercenaries are a verymon profession in Boulder Town, and most of the people who are engaged in this profession are poor.]</strong>

    <strong>[At the same time, the serious oversupply of the private armed market has led to the extreme involution of the mercenary industry. The vast majority of mercenaries must risk their lives to earn a pitiful sry to maintain a living, which is also the source of the chaos in Clearspring City... ¡­]</strong>

    <strong>[At least it¡¯s one of the root cause.]</strong>

    Closing the notebook in his hand, Ample Time was about to go offline, but for some reason, there was a sudden vague, intuitive warning in his heart.

    It was like he was being stared at by something.

    Putting the pen in his pocket, Ample Time¡¯s hand instinctively went to touch the mechanicalpound bow leaning against the wall.

    After awakening, he had 7 points of perception.

    Although it was not highpared to perception type yers,pared to the average person, his intuition was much sharper.

    Coupled with the experience umted in the battle, his actual perception of danger was not weaker than the low-level perception type newbies.

    Noticing the movement on his hand, Luo Guang raised an eyebrow while staring at him. "You spotted something?"

    Ample Time couldn¡¯t understand what he was asking, but he could guess what he roughly meant from his expression, so he nodded silently.

    The three guards and Xu Shun on the side were immediately alert and grabbed their weapons, while Qian Lai hid in a safe ce.

    He was self-aware of his ownbat effectiveness, and at the same time believed that these people could sessfully deal with those marauders without his help.

    Everyone quickly raised their guard.

    The next second, Ample Time moved.

    He lifted the mechanicalpound bow and nocked an explosive arrow on the bowstring. After a few seconds of the silent countdown, the arrow was shot cleanly toward the window opposite the corridor.

    Spanning a distance of dozens of meters, the arrow burst into mes the moment it was shot out of the window, and the steel balls caught in the paper shell were sted around. Immediately afterwards, there was a miserable cry outside the window and the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground.

    "Enemy attack!"

    "It¡¯s marauders!"

    Kaeya ran towards the window directly opposite, while the other two watched the corridor and the door of the safe passage.

    Without taking the elevator, that was the only way up.

    The marauders downstairs heard the sound of fire and rushed up from below quickly.

    Luo Guang, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, held a submachine gun in his hand, and fired at the marauders who rushed in. Two of the marauders were killed on the spot, and the other was lucky enough to hide behind the cover and tried to fight back. But before he could fire a few shots, an arrow was shot into his forehead, ending his life.

    Just when Xu Shun was about to take aim and was ready to shoot, Ample Time had already put away thepound bow.

    The battle was over.

    "There are still three who haven¡¯te up!" Kaeya, who was standing by the window, raised the rifle in his hand and fired two shots at the fleeing marauders. Seeing that he couldn¡¯t hit anyone else, he lowered the gun and cursed. "Damn it, they got away!"

    Carefully approaching the exit of the safe passage, Luo Guang squatted down to examine the bodies after confirming that the marauders had retreated.

    "... I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s the same group of people we met during the day, they¡¯ve been following us all this time."

    Kaeya couldn¡¯t help but curse, "What are these idiots trying to do?"

    Wang Zhong joked, "Maybe hunger has made them lose their minds."

    Those present chuckled softly. Although it was over, everyone was still a little tense.

    Luo Guang patted Kaeya on the shoulder. "There¡¯s still some distance to travel tomorrow, and we¡¯ll probably be able to reach Boulder Town at about noon. I¡¯ll sleep first, and then I¡¯ll take over your shift in the middle of the night."

    Kaeya gave him a reassuring look. "Okay, boss."

    Ample Time went back to the window and sat down. After confirming that the crisis was resolved, he calmly nced at the small notebook again before stuffing it back into his pocket. Then he closed his eyes and got ready to go offline.

    Xu Shun walked to Ample Time and sat down beside him.

    The administrator had told him that when his resident was sleeping, he had to keep a night watch and not let anyone approach.

    Luo Guang nced at Ample Time who had already closed his eyes, then nced at Xu Shun who was sitting next to him, and asked in a low voice. "Is he asleep?"

    Xu Shun nodded and said. "Yes."

    ording to the agreement, Ample Time would take over his shift around 3:00 in the morning and he would not wake up before that.

    "Such enviable psychological quality," Luo Guang grinned and continued in a low voice, "I was just about to praise him for his 2 incredible shots.¡±@@novelbin@@

    Among the mercenaries in Boulder Town, few would use bows and crossbows if they could choose. After all, the power was inconsistent and it was much more difficult to maintain a bow than a gun.

    Only some ability users would choose weapons other than guns to better utilize their physical advantages.

    However, most of them mainly chose projectiles.

    For example, throwing knives and javelins, as well as grenades, were the three mostmon weapons chosen.

    Although he was not as smart as Captain Han Long, Luo Guang could already be sure that this sleeping man was an ability user!

    Xu Shun nodded and said, "I¡¯ll pass it on when he wakes up."

    Luo Guang waved his hand, then put a hat on his face, and leaned against the wall, falling asleep very soon.

    The room became quiet. It was as if the previous battle did not happen.

    Xu Shun nced at the VM. He could no longer receive signals from the shelter, only a short-range signal from the Ample Time¡¯s device could be retrieved.

    "On the edge of the fourth ring... If we can get to Boulder Town tomorrow, this ce should be in the middle." Xu Shun murmured in his heart and made a mark on the map.

    <em>The surrounding area can be used as a base station for signal towers, and the caravans from the northern suburbs to Boulder Town can also rest here in the future.</em>

    <em>However, there are marauder activities in the area, so we must not let our guard downpletely.</em>

    ...

    An uneventful night passed and the next morning, the group continued on their way.

    As they got closer and closer to Boulder Town, Ample Time unconsciously moved faster. There was an indescribable excitement in his heart.

    Boulder Town, which had been described in the official website setting for a long time, was thergest survivor colony within ?Clearspring City!

    Soon, he would be able to confirm with his eyes what kind of surprise the game production team had prepared for the yers!

    After taking a turn at a street corner, Ample Time stood on a straight 12ne elevated road, the excitement on his face was gradually reced by shock.

    A towering giant wall that was 20 floors tall, stood like a dam between the 2 buildings that reached the sky.

    The majesty of the giant rushed to his face, and it could even be felt clearly from a kilometer away!

    "Seeing that huge wall is like seeing Boulder Town. The journeyter will be much easier," Qian Lai said with a relieved smile on his face, "I¡¯ll finally have a warm mattress to sleep on, and you can stay in my house tonight. Although it¡¯s not big, its environment is definitely much better than a hotel!"

    Also shocked by the sight in front of him, Xu Shun couldn¡¯t help but ask, "How many tons of cement does it cost to build a wall like that?"

    Qian Lai said with a smile, "Who knows. Besides, it¡¯s not all cement. Maybe it¡¯s mixed with some garbage or discarded concrete blocks. Anyway, it has some history. This huge wall is mainly to deal with the threat of mutants and the Tide, but it must be said that the Tide hasn¡¯t been able to threaten Boulder Town for a long time."

    Xu Shun gasped softly, "This is truly incredible!"

    "It¡¯s indeed incredible, but I¡¯ve heard that this colony is modeled after Ideal City... Of course, it¡¯s far fromparable."

    Having said that, Qian Lai, who was squinting and looking into the distance, paused for a moment, looking at the giant wall with a hint of yearning in his eyes. "I hope I¡¯ll be able to visit Ideal City one day."

    Xu Shun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "... Ideal City?"

    Qian Lai nodded. "Mhm, our boss went there once and said it was the ce closest to pre-war society... Although I bet he didn¡¯t know what the pre-war society was like."

    Xu Shun didn¡¯t quite understand it. For him, who grew up in the northern suburbs, the life before the war was a very vague concept.

    He only heard that people in that era had endless honey to eat, milk to drink, and clean water to squander.

    And a series of treasures such as cans, ss bottles, and things like that that they picked up from the wastnd were all garbage that no one wanted back then; no one would even be interested to look at those things.

    On the contrary, those daunting high-rise buildings were the treasures that everyone in the past wanted.

    Everything about the Prosperity Era seemed to be the exact opposite.

    Ample Time didn¡¯t have time to read the subtitles at the moment. He put the headset that the administrator gave him on his head, and excitedly took a dozen photos of Boulder Town.

    Although they were outside themunication range and the photos couldn¡¯t be sent back, it did not matter.

    He could save the photos in the VM¡¯s photo album first!

    After all, it was an opportunity he bought with 250 silver coins, and it couldn¡¯t be wasted.

    When he got back, he had to use these photos and write a good article!

 Chapter 247: Market Research

    The towering walls have made Boulder Town a well-known paradise, andpared to the distant Among Clouds Province and Ideal City, it seemed to be within reach.

    However, its majesty did not benefit everyone there.

    On the way to the main entrance of Boulder Town, the first thing that would catch people¡¯s eye was a huge slum.

    The tattered shacks were like psoriasis, growing under the feet of the giant wall, looking like a boundless stinky ditch from a distance.

    Most of the people who lived here were scrawny and had a sallowplexion. They either sat in a daze at the door wrapped in a piece of clothes that no one knew how long they had been wearing, or prepared to go out to scavenge waste.

    There was no garbage to pick up in the nearby area. If they wanted to have a good harvest, they could only go to a taller ruined skyscraper or go to a farther ce.

    The sewage and excrement that could be seen everywhere dyed the snow that should be white into other colors, and it would definitely get worse when the snow melted; it would be a miracle that no gue broke out.

    Ample Time had never seen so many NPCs in the game before. He couldn¡¯t help asking nkly while looking at the scene in front of him, "How many people are here?"

    Xu Shun passed the question, and Qian Lai answered in a nonchnt tone. "10,000, 20,000, maybe 100,000. Anyway, there has never been a decrease in the number of people here. Who would bother to count such things, it¡¯s meaningless after all."A surprised expression appeared on Xu Shun¡¯s face.

    <em>Thousands?!</em>

    <em>This is incredible.</em>

    At this moment, Ample Time, who was staring at the VM screen and watching the subtitles, was thinking about somethingpletely different.

    "Thousands of people?!"

    "... Where do they get food to feed so many people?!"

    It was definitely not by farming, because it didn¡¯t look like there was a ce to farm here.

    The end of the slum was of a crooked utility pole with several speakers attached around it, ying several boring channels in turn.

    100 meters ahead was the main entrance of Boulder Town.

    There were clean concrete roads, militiamen on guard, caravans ready to leave, and poor people looking for work; many of them were even small children.

    For the vast majority of people here, there were only two things they could hope for.

    The first was to be hired by caravans or merchants, and the other was to be recruited by factories.

    If they didn¡¯t want to rely on those, and they couldn¡¯t let go of their pride, the only valuable thing they had left, to beg or sell their souls, they could only be mercenaries.

    If it happened that a Tide broke out, they might not even be able to buy a gun to defend themselves.

    Due to carrying the goods from the outpost, Ample Time and the others were quickly mistakened as merchants.

    A little boy with curly hair and a dirty face followed Qian Lai step by step and said in a high-pitched voice, "Sir, do you need a servant? I can count, doundry, move things... I can smell mice and cockroaches hiding in cracks. I can do anything." £Ò???????¨º??

    His judgment was great and he could see at a nce who in the group was most like a merchant.

    However, plenty of people in the slum had the same ability.

    "We don¡¯t need it."

    "Sir¡­" The boy still tried to persuade, but Qian Lai interrupted him impatiently. "I¡¯ll only say it once."

    Looking at his unfriendly eyes and the pistol on his waist, the boy took a step back, not daring to persuade him anymore, and ran to the side to look for the next target.

    Xu Shun nced at the boy¡¯s disappointed expression and said nothing.

    He was not an overly sympathetic person, and certainly wouldn¡¯t naively think about helping children or anything. Once he helped one kid, the troubles that followed would never end.

    Was there anyone who wasn¡¯t pitiful in the wastnd?

    For him, the mission given to him by the administrator was the first priority, and everything else had to be put aside.

    But¡­

    Looking at the majestic giant wall, Xu Shun couldn¡¯t help but sigh.

    The giant wall was very high, and it looked very safe.

    However, the northern suburbs ruled by the administrator still made him feel warmer...

    Across the street from the main entrance of Boulder Town was the Wind From Afar Hotel. It was very easy to recognize it because its sign was hanging directly on its magnificent entrance.

    However, some guests seemed to be quarreling with the hotel staff at the moment.

    In front of a hotel staff member, a man in an old leather jacket blushed with anger. There was a suitcase lying next to him. Judging from the scattered luggage, the man should have been kicked out by the hotel.

    Behind him, stood the guests who had also been kicked out like him.

    "Didn¡¯t we agree on only 1 chip a day already?"

    The hotel staff scratched his ears and said impatiently, "Yes, that¡¯s what our manager said, but that was during the winter, and now the prices have gone up. We didn¡¯t stop you from renewing the lease, did we?"

    "10 chips a day? Are you robbers? Why is it more expensive than during the winter?!"

    "It¡¯s of course to make room for guests from afar. Why do you think it¡¯s cheaper in winter?" The hotel staff mocked, "Okay, take your luggage and you can get out."

    "What if I say no?" The man red at him angrily.

    "What does that have to do with me?" The hotel staff turned around yawning and walked towards the main entrance without looking at him.

    While passing the main entrance, he gave the security guard at the door a look and said. "I¡¯ll leave them to you."@@novelbin@@

    The fully armed security guard nodded expressionlessly and stood there motionlessly, their eyes looking straight ahead, like statues.

    The man who was ignored looked furious and reached out his hand to his waist.

    However, just as the man¡¯s hand touched his waist, a gunshot rang out, and he fell backward with a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

    The woman next to him screamed in horror. Several other guests instinctively took several steps back in fear, then hurriedly packed their luggage and left.

    Witnessing the whole scene, Ample Time couldn¡¯t help looking at the guards at the city gate in surprise. However, what he noticed was that the militia didn¡¯t seem to even bother to look at what happened before the hotel.

    Xu Shun, who was walking beside him, asked the question he had in his heart for him. "Those people... Are they just going to ignore it?"

    Qian Lai gave him a strange look. "Those people? You mean the militia?"

    Xu Shun gulped nervously. "Mhm."

    Qian Lai said with a smile, "The militia don¡¯t care about the disputes outside Boulder Town. They¡¯re only responsible for guarding the gate. The wastnd is a very big ce, they don¡¯t have the time and energy to deal with disputes that are happening on every street. But the reputation of this hotel is still not that bad. The owner of this hotel is a nobleman in the inner city, and the manager is a very capable person. He has a good rtionship with several gangs in the slum. If you are here for business, they will introduce customers to you¡­ With only 10%mission, and they¡¯ll only take it once.¡±

    Taking out his rusted pocket watch and looking at the time, Qian Lai continued, "It¡¯s noon now, so there are not many people. If it¡¯s night, it will be more lively here, but I don¡¯t rmend you to have fun here."

    "Have fun?"

    "It¡¯s nothing, it¡¯s fine if you¡¯re not interested. But if you¡¯re interested, you can ask the staff member at the door just now, and he¡¯ll introduce some people to you."

    "...?" Xu Shun looked bewildered.

    Not nning to exin it in detail, Qian Lai urged, "Let¡¯s go, it¡¯s time for us to line up at the city gate... By the way, have you prepared the city entry tax?"

    Xu Shun was stunned. "City entry tax? Do you have to pay tax when you go in?"

    The administrator told him that once the goods he bought were sold, he could give the caravan a share, and use part of the remaining profits for their task fund.

    But those goods hadn¡¯t been sold yet, and he had no chips in his pocket.

    He couldn¡¯t help but wonder if those people ept silver coins or not...

    Qian Lai said with a smile, "Of course. You need to pay 3 chips every time you enter the city, so most people won¡¯t go in and out of the city for no reason. It¡¯s fine if you didn¡¯t bring any. I¡¯ll pay for you this time."

    There would be more opportunities for them to do business with this group of people in the future.

    Judging from his boss¡¯s reaction that night and the administrator¡¯s attitude afterward, Qian Lai felt that it was necessary for him to build a good rtionship with them.

    It was a long-term investment.

    6 chips were a small number for him and his boss.

    The queue didn¡¯t take long, and the guards at the gate mainly checked whether there were dangerous items among what was brought in.

    It was worth noting that explosives above 300 grams were contraband, but bullets and rifles were not. Perhaps the guards had absolute confidence that they could kill the troublemaker first, so they didn¡¯t seem to care whether they brought weapons with them or not.

    It kind of makes sense after thinking about it. After all, the barrels of several heavy machine guns could be seen on this huge wall, and it was logical to think that there should be some snipers or simr things hidden in ces that couldn¡¯t be seen.

    However, when they checked Ample Time, several militiamen unexpectedly looked at him and the bow behind him a few more times, and after speaking to each other in a low voice, they added a note to a book full of words.

    Of course, Ample Time was also doing the same thing, calmly holding a pen and writing in a small notebook.

    <strong>[¡­ The militia leader at the gate of Boulder Town is very strong. I can sense the aura of danger from him. He¡¯s probably an ability user, but I¡¯m not sure what level he is.]</strong>

    <strong>[In addition, ability users will be registered when entering the survivor¡¯s stronghold.]</strong>

    <strong>[Judging from the reactions of people around, ordinary ability users would not get special treatment, and registration is just a regr routine.]</strong>

    The militia soon let the group pass.

    Looking at the majestic gate passing overhead, Xu Shun, who was carrying his luggage, couldn¡¯t help sighing to himself.

    They had finally stepped into Boulder Town.

    ...

    Ample Time:... We followed the caravan into Boulder Town, and the head of the caravan paid the entry tax, a total of 6 chips, for us.

    That night, after going offline, Ample Time immediately went to the official website to create a post, bringing first-hand information about Boulder Town to the forum.

    Not only were the yers curious about the new map created by the development team, but even the ¡®developer¡¯ himself was curious about Boulder Town.

    To be honest, in order to go there from Baker Street, Chu Guang used to save up chips for 5 months.

    If he hadn¡¯t found shelter 404, he would¡¯ve already gone there.

    Since it was a serialized post, and Old Brother Ample Time¡¯s typing speed was not very fast, Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of theputer, clicked the option of <strong>[Original Poster Only]</strong> and temporarily filtered thements out.

    - The situation in the city ispletely different from that outside the city. The streets here have been renovated, and the buildings are rebuilt on the ruins that were knocked down. The closer it is to the city center, the taller the buildings are, but none of them are higher than the huge wall.

    - Good hotels are very expensive, and cheap hotels, pubs, and taverns are tucked away in intricate alleys. The situations in those cheap ces there are not much better than the slums outside. But it is worth mentioning that due to the construction of the drainage system, it does not smell as bad as the slums

    - Perhaps the development team is hinting at us that we should also consider adding some municipal facilities to the stronghold on the surface.

    - In terms of clothing, the residents¡¯ clothes here are mainly made of cotton and linen, and the weaving industry here should be very developed; the citizens who work in the city can basically all afford clothes. Mercenaries prefer to choose clothes made of leather, or body armor made of special materials, so even if they hide their guns, it is still very easy to distinguish them.

    - There are a handful of hospitals and schools scattered in several neighborhoods on the fringes of the inner city. The people living there have apletely different mental outlook than those outside, and have greater spending power.

    - There is also a wall in the city center, which surrounds the inner city of Boulder Town. More than a dozen high-rise buildings before the war have been renovated to form the top of the pyramid of Boulder Town. The ruler who dominates all this is a man named Fang Ming. He seldom appears in public, and is mostly shown in holograms. Most people are in awe of him, but there¡¯s also a considerable number of people who don¡¯t care about him.

    - It is worth mentioning that the materials in Boulder Town are notcking, the productivity is not low, and many technologies have even reached the realm of science fiction, but the vast majority of people are still very poor. Especially for the uneducated lower ss people, there are only two ways for them to get rich, either join a caravan or be a mercenary.

    - After we settled down where we stayed, the caravan and us took the devil cloth and psychoid leaves to the trading station. Commodities from Boulder Town are traded there, and there are hundreds of stalls and it¡¯s like a huge market. The stall owners there were amazed at our weaving craftsmanship, and I have to give Miss Teng Teng a thumbs up here... But I can feel that they are obviously more interested in psychoid leaves.

    - In the end, 10 pieces of devil cloth were sold for 5,000 chips, and 100 kilograms of psychoid leaves were also sold for 5,000 chips... This is also after we bargained with them. Initially, they nned to give only half of this number. In my personal opinion, thetter is less difficult to obtain and obviously more profitable.

    - After the transaction waspleted, the guard NPC and I walked around the market and conducted a simple survey of the market. We found that the demand for rubber and biomass oil here is very stable, the purchase volume is surprisinglyrge, and the most important thing is that its price is open and transparent. The only downside is that its price is not high and where to get so much rubber and oil is a problem.

    - It is also the same for cotton, x, and grain. In addition, other materials like steel, aluminum, and even precious metals like silver and gold can also be traded here.

    - The following is only my spection!

    - Considering that Boulder Town focuses on the characteristics of the two professions, Merchant and Mercenary, the next version of the game mayunch new ways of ying the game such as Escort and Trading.

    - If you n to trade between the outpost and Boulder Town, you must pay attention to the weak spending power of the residents here, and it is estimated that it is difficult to make money from selling delicious food!

    - But rtively, mercenaries here have strong spending power and clear demand. Cheap weapons, protective gear, auxiliary equipment, stress-releasing alcohol, and even psychoid leaves, as well as medical gauze and dry food. All of them can be sold well here at a good price!

    - Maybe we should run a shop in Boulder Town? We clearly have too many weapons!

    - Of course, if there are brothers of the strength type who are interested, you can also work for the factories here to make screws. However, the trigger method of the quest to enter their factory is currently unknown, and the ie is very low. The process seems to be extremely tedious.

    - Unless you have never worked in a factory in real life, it is strongly not rmended!

 Chapter 248.1: You Asshole, Light! All You Do Is Lie!

    Boulder Town was huge.

    Not just the facilities, but the poption.

    To investigate the customs here in-depth, a week may not be enough.

    What¡¯s more, the New Map Experience Card was only valid for 3 days...

    On the evening of the second day.

    Ample Time, who was sitting by the window, nced at the gradually bustling street outside the window, and put away the small notebook and pen in his hand.

    On the whole, it was going well.

    Except that the inner city couldn¡¯t be entered, the exploration rate of the outer city had reached 60%, and the things that needed to be understood had basically been investigated.

    Especially the parts that went down to the social level. It was also what surprised him the most.Ample Time: Unlike small survivor settlements such as Baker Street and Brown Farm, Boulder Town, in addition to being huge, is also different inposition from the ¡¯feudal lord-style¡¯ rule of most small and medium-sized survivor settlements, and is more like an intricate rtionship interests of the collective.

    - The Mayor is the highest authority here and hasmand of the militia, but is not involved in the specifics of the city, nor is he engaged in the management of any assets. He¡¯s only responsible for responding to the Tide and other threats, and taking money from the city hall¡¯s treasury.

    - The residents who live here have built their own bureaucracy to deal with all kinds of problems and taxation. But because they can¡¯t get the support of the violent machine of war directly, their power over the region is very weak, and they even have to rely on the help of some big shots when solving certain problems.

    - Interestingly, when Imunicated with the NPC, I identally discovered the easter eggs left by the development team.

    - In the early days of the Wastnd Era, Boulder Town was not actually called Boulder Town, Instead, it was called Highrise Town. That is until theypleted the expansion from the first high-rise to the outer city with the help of an ancient organization called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and built a huge concrete wall to cope with the Tide.

    - Over the next century, they seemed to have lost their ability to build huge walls and stopped expanding. Instead, they used trade to open up unseen frontiers. It was in this way that they umted a great deal of regional prestige in the southern region of the River Valley Province and made ¡¯chips¡¯ so popr throughout Clearspring City that they became the hard currency in the minds of locals¡­ And this is the source of the arrogance of most of the residents of Boulder Town..

    - Even though the wealth plundered by chips has nothing to do with them and doesn¡¯t improve their situation at all.

    - When engaging with such forces, co-opting through profit seems a better option than outright war.

    - However, it must be noted that this is also their best area of expertise. The NPCs here are far more cunning than those in the northern suburbs.@@novelbin@@

    Combined with the photos he took, he should be able to write an impable strategy guide.

    Taking into ount the Lifestyle Profession yers who had been moring for the function to trade with other factions and make money from other NPCs, Ample Time also tallied the transaction prices of several majormodities in the trade station. He even organized them into a table!

    Thinking of the yers on the forum who were eagerly waiting for the information, a smile appeared on Ample Time¡¯s face.

    <em>Is this what a boss feels like?</em>

    <em>Very nice.</em>

    When he used to test other games in the past, he also wrote a lot of guides, and the guides written under several different aliases were also quite popr.

    But even if the sense of aplishment he got from all those gamesbined together, it still couldn¡¯tpare to the one he was ying at the moment.

    Just when Ample Time put away the small books and was about to go offline to rest in the next room, Liszt¡¯s apprentice came over. "The engineers and equipment are ready, and we have hired mercenaries to escort us safely to your outpost."

    "We¡¯ll leave tomorrow morning."

    Walking to the table, Qian Lai sat down opposite Xu Shun, smiled, and continued, "It¡¯s ourst night in Boulder Town, aren¡¯t you going to have some fun? I know a good ce that sells good beer at a very cheap price." R???????¨º?

    Xu Shun shook his head and said. "Thank you, no need. I¡¯m still on a mission."

    From the moment he left the outpost, Xu Shun firmly kept the administrator¡¯s instructions in mind, and took his every word in heart. cking off could happen to anyone, but it would never happen to him.

    Seeing that Xu Shun declined his invitation, Qian Lai didn¡¯t continue to persuade him.

    He had already experienced how stubborn those people could be.

    The night before, he had also proposed to go out and have some fun to celebrate. After all, they had done everything that they needed to do. But the guy refused without any hesitation.

    Not to mention the guy sitting by the window before, he simply couldn¡¯tmunicate with him.

    While this wasn¡¯t the first time he dealt with the blue coats, it was definitely the weirdest.

    ...

    Next night.

    Chu Guang saw the full version of the Boulder Town Market Research Report published by Ample Time on the forum.

    As expected of the most insightful yer in the entire server. Ample Time¡¯s insight into the game had never let him down.

    This time was no different.

    Ample Time used words he wrote on the travel notes to describe in detail what he saw and heard in Boulder Town, as well as the situations of various industries analyzed through various clues.

    Since it was back within themunication range, the post also included arge number of high-definition photos.

    Not only did the yers enjoy watching it, but the cloud gamers also eximed in amazement.

    Lightning Professor: Holy shit! Are these the actual in-game photos?

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lol, only a fool would believe it.

    Be Quiet: Damn, this is amazing! If the finished product can be half as good as this, I¡¯ll definitely buy all the in-game items to support this game!

    Ample Time: ¡­ Boulder Town¡¯s transaction price reference table will be updated on the forumter, everyone can refer to it, but that is for reference only!

    - Wastnd Online¡¯s trade system is really meticulous. Bargaining ability and eloquence will directly affect the transaction price. Especially for somemodities with scarce attributes, the impact of bargaining on the final transaction price can reach 50% or even 100%!

    - Considering thenguage problem, if you don¡¯t want to be scammed by NPCs, you can try to hire some NPCs with high charm value and high trading skill proficiency to bargain for you! This suggestion is for reference only. If you are the kind of person who can be proficient in a foreignnguage with apletely different cultural background, and you are proficient in ng usage, then ignore what I just said.

    Quit Smoking: Big bro, you¡¯re awesome!!

    Spring Water Commander: Shocking! The price list was made before the new map is open! This is simply incredible!

    Teng Teng: I want to open a clothing store in Boulder Town! Can I hire a local to help me sell clothes? (?¦Ø?)!

    Ample Time: Of course you can. There is a huge excess ofbor there, but the spending power of ordinary people here is not very high, so beautiful clothes are probably only affordable to local tycoons. I suggest making body armor like bulletproof vests or strong and durable leather jackets to earn those mercenaries¡¯ money!!

    Teng Teng: Take notes, take notes! (Fast writing. jpg)

    Tomato Eggs: I want to open a shop too! I can open a restaurant! Or a bar! (Excited)

    Sesame Paste: I can be in charge of delivery! Cat Express, the mission must be fulfilled!

    Tail: I can be in charge of the escort! The best escort in the wastnd is here! Leave the monsters to me! ¦×(£à?¡ä)¦×

    Sisi: Oh! Then I can be in charge of watching over Tail.

    Makka Pakka: Quit Bullshit can be in charge of baiting the wild monsters! ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Quit Bullshit: Get lost!

    Yaya: Wait, what about mushrooms?! Can mushrooms be sold for money?

    Ample Time: Uh... I only seem to see someone buying Blue Umbre Mushrooms. The price is quite high. It is said to be used to make anti-radiation agents. In terms of other varieties, I didn¡¯t see any. Maybe some drug stores will buy them? I¡¯ll find out for youter.

    Yaya: What! Does it have to be those blue mushrooms that grow in the sewers? ¦²(¡ã¡÷¡ã|||)¦õ

    Irene: Tell me honestly, are you scared? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: Nonsense, Boss Ya just recalled the fear of being inundated with leeches. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Elf Wang: Hahaha! Noob! Hahahaha! Weak! Does my reply look like hers? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: Die you all! (#£à§¥¡ä)¥Î?

    ...

    Frankly speaking, his yers were all talented people.

    Chu Guang took a look around the forum.

    In just a few minutes, the conversation quickly went from opening a clothing store and forming a caravan to cultural conquest of the wastnd.

    <em>Conquering the wastnd with modern consumerism?</em>

    <em>Is this the Renaissance?</em>

    <em>Emmm...</em>

    No matter what, it was impossible to surpass the technology in the world.

    At least in a short period of time, the gap between the two worlds couldn¡¯t be bridged by a few ck boxes, not to mention that other people may have it too.

    However, consumption was indeed their weakness, especially in terms of consumer culture.

    The aristocrats in the inner city were keen on the products of the Ideal City, and their enjoyment had been divorced from the public interest. The residents of the outer city were heavily exploited by the factories. Although they could afford basic needs, they had no extra spending power.

    Mercenaries, a huge and mixed group, had always been ignored by those caravans who were too focused on the external market.

    Although they were also very poor, when spring came and trade routes resumed, many people would be able to make a fortune.

    Boss Xia was a perfect example.

    Most mercenaries couldn¡¯t save money. Those who could save money either became mercenary leaders, advanced to caravan bosses, or engaged in other businesses.

    The needs of these mercenaries were not just guns and food, and not all of them would calmly invest all the money they earned in themselves.

    Aside from buying ammunition and supplies, and maintaining weapons, the rest of their money either went into casinos or was spent on cigarettes, alcohol, or women.

    Chu Guang felt that he could find some more progressive ways for them to spend money.

    If his yers could design clothes, shoes, slings, protective gear, weapons, or things like that. that were not only durable, but also contained the elements that mercenaries loved to see, the product of Shelter 404 may be very popr in the entire Boulder Town.

    If yers could build a brand effect in the minds of mercenaries, Chu Guang might be able to reap huge profits from those people.

    What is this kind of strategy called¡­?

    <em>Selling skins! Who says yers were the only ones who could buy skins?! </em>

    Of course, there were definitely going to be a lot of difficulties in implementation, but it was definitely possible.

    No matter how poor the residents of Boulder Town were, they could still afford their basic needs for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. It was definitely not as bad as the wastnders outside the wall who couldn¡¯t even afford food.

    The arrogance of that superiority could be felt just by listening to their broadcasts.

    "Maybe I shouldbel the items that yers want to sell as ¡®Made In Ideal City¡¯?"

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes swiveled around, and he came up with some nasty ideas in his mind, but he had to wait for the caravans from the east coast toe to implement them.

    He believed that even if he didn¡¯t tell his yers, his yers would definitely be able to think of it with their mighty art of deception.

    "These are all small problems."

    "The top priority now is to develop the caravan system quickly!"

    Chu Guang created a new folder on the desktop and started to tap away on his keyboard.

    <strong>[Alpha 1.01 version update: </strong>Chamber of Commerce System<strong>]</strong>

 Chapter 248.2: You Asshole, Light! All You Do Is Lie!

    <strong>[Alpha 1.01 version update: </strong>Chamber of Commerce System<strong>]</strong>

    - The unlocking mission of level B4 has not yet been triggered, and the number of yers cannot be increased for the time being, so beta testing will have to wait for a while.

    - I will just temporarily set the version number of this update to Alpha 1.01!

    - After finishing typing, Chu Guang took a screenshot, coded the version number, and uploaded it on the forum.

    Light: We¡¯re already doing it. So work hard, everyone. When the current expansion pack is over and the farming system test ispleted, we will immediately release new maps and new game content to test the caravan system you all have been asking for.

    Almost as soon as the post was made, the number of replies instantly soared to double digits and quickly approached triple digits after just one refresh.

    Quit Smoking: Wait, why is there only one folder?

    Sisi: What¡¯s inside? I want to see it!

    Night Ten: Lying Brother Light, Liar Brother Light. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã) Yaya: Damn it. If only our devs could be half as kind as our warm-hearted administrator! T^T

    Looking at the replies below, Chu Guang¡¯s brows twitched violently.

    <em>These guys!</em>

    <em>Do they think it doesn¡¯t take time to arrange NPCs who canmunicate with them?</em>

    <em>Do they not need a save point for a two-and-a-half-day journey? What about amunication base station? Do these things not need electricity?</em>

    <em>And the most important thing is that if all of you go to the new map to have fun, who¡¯s going to farm for all of us?</em>

    <em>Sowing aside, thend remation work has to be finished first!</em>

    <em>Do they want me, the administrator of shelter 404, to do things likend remation personally?</em>

    Chu Guang felt that what he had hinted at was already very obvious.

    "Those whining shits! The game was just updated, but they still want me to update it again!" Chu Guang cursed angrily and closed the forum. After drinking the homemade sparkling water on the table, he opened Paradox Interactive¡¯s game and started ying it. ??¦­????¨¨?

    ...

    The next day.

    On the south side of the nursing home.

    A mature-looking man was touching his chin and looking at the surrounding buildings, muttering something to himself.

    Since he didn¡¯t have a VM on his arm, many yers were curious about him, but they didn¡¯t pay much attention to him.

    As they all knew, NPCs without VMs normally wouldn¡¯t give them missions.

    "... Since the defeat of the Bonechewer n¡¯s invasion on the frontal battlefield, the morale and confidence of survivors in the northern suburbs have reached a peak, and the prestige of the local leader has reached an unprecedented height. A new survivor force is emerging, which may change the chaotic situations that exist in the northern suburbs for a long time."

    "There is a lot of undevelopednd and enoughbor here. Although the infrastructure is backward and there is no supporting industry support, it is precisely because of this that there are huge business opportunities."

    Not long after Ample Time published his market research on Boulder Town on the forum, Liszt alsopleted a survey of the area under the Shelter 404¡¯s control. However, he did not use any notebooks. Instead, he used a flexible tablet that he carried with him all the time.

    That gadget was very convenient. It was usually stored like a pen, and when needed, it could be unfolded like unfolding a scroll. Its screen size could also be adjusted ording to his preference.

    This high-end product, which integrated arge number of carbon-based opticalponents and electronicponents, was not something Boulder Town could produce.

    However, every year, traders from the east coast would bring rare treasures like that from the faraway Ideal City.

    "... Yes, plus the title of Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner."

    That was also what Liszt was interested in.

    Just a few hours ago, he had confirmed through his own channels that Shelter 404 had indeed received that extremely rare honor, or a type of contract in another sense.

    There were only two ins that traversed the entire River Valley Province from east to west. The northern ins had been blocked by the Bonechewer n. It was almost foreseeable that arge wave of caravans would pass through the southern ins in the year.

    Thinking of this, Liszt couldn¡¯t help but look forward to it.

    If he could seize this historic opportunity, maybe he could earn a huge amount of chips that he wouldn¡¯t dare to imagine in the past, and his assets would grow as fast as a rocket!

    <em>What is that word called again?</em>

    <em>Right!</em>

    <em>Win-win!</em>

    "How¡¯s the research going?" A familiar voice came from behind.

    Liszt turned his head and saw Chu Guang walking towards him, and said with a beaming smile. "It¡¯s done! Surprisingly, the situation is much better than I expected. Although there are many problems that need to be solved. For example, youck stable electricity, but what¡¯smendable is that you actually built a steel mill out of the ruins."

    Chu Guang said pleasantly. "The power supply issue will be resolved by the end of the month. Our engineers are already designing power grids for industrial areas and building centralized thermal power nts, what else?"

    "And the drainage system," Liszt continued after thinking for a while. "If you¡¯re going to keep caravans here next year, at least make sure they don¡¯t step on something bad like excrement when they¡¯re walking down the street."

    <em>What the heck? </em>Chu Guang was stunned. "Is there such a thing??"

    Liszt coughed lightly. "No... I¡¯m just giving an example. After all, your new settlement has a scale of 2,000 people, but I found that there are only five toilets that rely on manpower to keep them running. Indeed, the local people can simply do it in the fields, but what about foreign travelers? What about the merchants? And their guards, entourages, and servants? It is impossible to ask them to urinate or defecate in the fields."

    Chu Guang stroked his chin. "This is indeed a problem. Is there anything else?"

    "That¡¯s all for now." Liszt said after a moment¡¯s hesitation. "However, these are all trivial things, and I was just saying it. You don¡¯t need to take it too seriously."

    "But they are not trivial matters to me," Chu Guang shook his head and said solemnly, "Those problems will be resolved within a month."

    Liszt was slightly surprised, then smiled. "It seems that the northern suburbs have met a wise administrator, no wonder people here are full of confidence about the future."

    Chu Guang nodded slowly. "Thank you for thepliment."

    Liszt continued, "It¡¯s not apliment I¡¯m giving for the sake of it. It¡¯s the fact I¡¯ve seen with my own eyes. I have a wide variety of clients, ranging from farm owners like Brown tondowners like your old town mayor, to ve owners and mine owners in Red River Town¡­ Very few people see the problems of themon man as problems to be solved. From my perspective, I certainly hope your residents are better off so they can afford to buy my goods."

    Clearing his throat, Liszt continued confidently, "Perhaps, I should have more confidence in your future... By the way, you seem to be in short supply of agricultural machinery. I happen to know a factory owner who mainly produces engines and various powerponents. He has stockpiled arge number of agricultural machinery and firewood engines in his warehouse. I also used their products in my own ntations in the south, and their quality is very reliable."

    "If you want, I can order a batch for you. For the sake of our friendship, I can give you a 10% discount." Liszt concluded.

    <em>Just 10%, and the price was something he set originally¡­</em>

    Chu Guang almost forgot how he got scammed previously if this guy didn¡¯t mention it.

    However, it was not the time to settle ounts with him.@@novelbin@@

    Chu Guang asked immediately, "You have a ntation in the south?"

    In order to show his capability to his partners, Liszt did not hide anything and said with a smile, "Yes, it¡¯s not just the ntation. I have a long-term contract with the local survivor settlement. The rubber they produced is mine, and the biomass oil produced is owned by them. I will go there once a quarter with the necessities they need, and bring back some things that Boulder Town needs. If you are interested, we can also cooperate. You provide thend and are responsible for security, and I provide manpower for farming, and we can split the harvest 50/50."

    What interested Chu Guang was not his proposal, but the information he disclosed.

    ?The south side of Clearspring City seemed to have a better development environment, and many merchants in Boulder Town had ntations and other industries there.

    That was a blind spot of his.

    <em>Maybe I should take advantage of the spring and take the opportunity of the restoration of the trade route to send a few people to investigate around Clearspring City.</em>

    Chu Guang thought for a moment and mumbled, "It sounds like a very attractive proposition, but we¡¯re going to use more efficient centralized cultivation for cash crops, so let¡¯s talk about those farm machines."

    "No problem." Liszt was not surprised by Chu Guang¡¯s tactful rejection.

    He had strolled around the northern suburbs and didn¡¯t see a single ve, only prisoners of war at most. Obviously, very was not popr in this survivor settlement.

    In fact, very was indeed an inefficient means of productionpared to employment. Even with the same standard of living, the work enthusiasm of a freedman would be significantly better than that of a ve.

    Therefore, even in Boulder Town, which recognized the legality of ves, few factories would arrange for ves to work on the assembly line.

    Chu Guang gave Liszt a list and purchased 10 Iron Horse 60 portable steam engines.

    Although those things did not use any particrly advanced technology, they were serious heavy equipment, and the price per unit was naturally much more expensive than the much smaller KV-1 exoskeleton.

    ording to the data provided by Liszt, the total weight of the portable steam engine was about 500 kilograms, and it could provide a maximum of 60 horsepower.

    Compared with the 8 to 10 horsepower portable steam engine imitated and improved by yers, and the type 20 to 30monly used in the Army¡¯s light trucks, the portable steam engine with a weight of 500 kilograms that could provide a maximum of 60 horsepower was indeed an incredible technology.

    Shelter 404 had no shortage of light power equipment, but such heavy power equipment was still in short supply.

    Whether it was used in construction machinery or in wastnd remation work, these machines were enough to more than double the original efficiency.

    Compared with the fuel engine, the advantages of this kind of machinery were obvious. It was easy to manufacture, and simple to maintain, and its fuel could be found everywhere, so it was quite popr in the wastnd.

    However, it was rtively expensive.

    The unit price of a unit reached an astonishing 5,000 chips, which was equivalent to 100 iron-barreled rifles, or 30 automatic rifles.

    ording to an offer of 5,000 chips, if Chu Guang wanted to buy the equipment, he would need to pay Liszt 50,000 chips.

    Naturally, Chu Guang didn¡¯t have that many chips.

    It was also impossible to give him so much foreign exchange reserves.

    However, he didn¡¯t worry too much. Paying money directly was a strange thing anyway, and bartering was the norm in the wastnd.

    In the warehouse of the outpost, there were hundreds of tons of psychoid leaves, all harvested from the greenhouse ruin.

    After some haggling, the deal was finally settled with 10 portable steam engines for 1,000 kilograms of psychoid leaves.

    Liszt had repeatedly stated that 50 chips per kilogram of psychoid leaves was the price in Boulder Town, and it wouldn¡¯t be this price all the time.

    Moreover, he had to transport these goods back to Boulder Town, so he had to make some profit.

    However, Chu Guang certainly wouldn¡¯t believe his nonsense and replied directly. "5000 chips an Iron Horse 60 portable steam engine, isn¡¯t that also the price in Boulder Town? And it¡¯s the price you quoted me."

    "And I don¡¯t think 1000 kilograms of psychoid leaves can only be sold for 50 chips per kilogram by you. It¡¯s still winter, psychoid leaves are a summer crop, and the demand for the environment and soil is quite harsh. Can you get so much of this stuff from other ces?"

    "The pharmaceutical factory in Boulder Town will only beg you to sell them this shipment. Just as you trust my management skills, I trust your business acumen to know what to do."

    Chu Guang believed that Liszt would not be stupid enough to falsely quote an outrageous price to him, affecting the cooperation of millions for the mere 50,000 chips.

    He also did not believe that Liszt gave himself the lowest price possible.

    Just like what this guy said himself, the back-and-forth journey was almost 100 kilometers; both the personnel and the means of transport would cost money.

    He couldn¡¯t just do it for free.

    "Management ability? It¡¯s really a shame you don¡¯t go into business." Looking at the order in hand, although there was still some profit, Liszt couldn¡¯t help butin in a low voice, and then put the order away silently.

    Chu Guang smiled.

    <em>Hehehehehehe¡­ How do you know I have never done it before?</em>

    "I¡¯ll just treat it as youplimenting me."

    Psychoid leaves had a wide range of uses. They could be brewed into tea, stuffed into cigarettes, and could also be made into psychoid drinks with a stronger calming and more obvious pain-blunting effect. Like Power Pills, Minter, radiation-reduction agents, anti-radiation agents, and all kinds of antibiotics, it was one of the most popr drugs on the wastnd.

    Although not every mercenary had the habit of using enhancing drugs, even if the proportion only ounted for one-third, it was still a huge market.

    A ton should not be enough to make the price fluctuate greatly.

    Considering that the caravan at the outpost had not yet been formed, Chu Guang made a slight concession on the price.

    After the caravan was formed, he would do business with Boulder Town directly.

    "This batch of goods will be delivered within a week. When my assistantes back, I will let him go back again immediately. I didn¡¯t expect to see arge order of more than 10,000 chips in the northern suburbs. This is really a surprise... It seems that my caravan has to be expanded this year." Speaking of this, Liszt¡¯s tone couldn¡¯t help but bring a hint of emotion.

    In the past, even if his caravan traveled around the entire northern suburbs, he was only able to make from a few thousand to 20,000 chips.

    Unlike back then, he could easily make so much money from just one trade.

    It wasn¡¯t just chips either. He would be able to gain a lot of resources as well!

    Maybe it wouldn¡¯t be long before he could enter the inner city and live the high society life he dreamed of.

    Hearing Liszt¡¯s words, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea. "Do you need escorts?"

    Liszt, who was daydreaming, replied without thinking. "Of course, there is always a shortage of excellent guards. Even if we asionally hire mercenaries to make up the number, it is impossible to just hire mercenaries to escort the caravan. Thebat effectiveness of those mercenaries is uneven, and the quality is also very average. There are only a few mercenary groups that are slightly good, and most of them are only a little better than marauders."

    A bright smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "That¡¯s great."

    Liszt was stunned. "... Sorry, I don¡¯t understand, what do you mean?"

    Chu Guang cleared his throat and said seriously, "I mean, in addition to providing quality products, we also provide logistics and security outsourcing. If your caravan needs guards, I can provide them!"

 Chapter 249.1: Prototype of the Chamber of Commerce, Red River Town!

    "When did a survivor colony suddenly appear in the northern suburbs?"

    "I don¡¯t know. I haven¡¯t heard The Voice of Boulder Town mention anything about this ce for a month, so I thought those hillbillies in the northern suburbs didn¡¯t make it through the winter."

    "I remember it was a forest herest year, and there was a marauder stronghold to the north and mutant humans tribe to the east."

    "You came here before?"

    "Only once."

    At the south gate of the outpost, several mercenaries with rifles on their backs looked curiously at this small town hidden in the woods, and passed the time by guessing how many people lived there.

    Some said 100, others said 1,000; no one agreed with each other.

    Not far from them, stood two men in formal clothes. Although they didn¡¯t make a fuss like these mercenaries, they still had some surprises on their faces.

    Of course, this surprise could notpletely cover up the pride in their eyes.Even though their formal clothes had lost their shades after many washes and their buttons had been mended many times, they were still nobler than these fur-wearing wastnders.

    But blue coats were different. Those shelter residents born with silver spoons were an exception.

    Even the people living within the great wall had to admit that the blue coats who lived in iron cages were the superior people who could be on an equal footing with them.

    "Have you ever seen blue coats build houses on the surface?"

    "I haven¡¯t seen it before, but they actually allow wastnders to live on top of their heads, which is very rare."

    The two engineers whispered a few words to each other.@@novelbin@@

    For the sake of 1,200 chips a month and food, they lowered their voices andmunicated in a low voice that only they could hear.

    Those people were going to be their future employers. They couldn¡¯t afford to offend them at all.

    On the other side, Qian Lai walked up to Liszt and said respectfully, "Boss, I have brought what you asked for."

    Two engineers and theplete set of equipment needed to produce solid-state hydrogen batteries had all been transported to the south gate of the outpost by 10 two-headed oxen.

    Although the transportation method was a bit simple and crude, it was already the best choice. The situation in the city was much worse than that in the suburbs. The uplifted road and the deep pits caused by copsed ground could often form an abrupt cliff in some areas. Plus some copsed viaducts and building ruins, and most of the roads marked on the map were no longer passable.

    And those roads that were in slightly better conditions were less easy to traverse by a four-wheeled vehicle than by a mutated ox that only needed some grass to travel 10 kilometers.

    But despite the difficulties on the road, they were quite lucky on their way back.

    Apart from encountering a Cave Beast and a few birds of unknown species on the road, they did not encounter any other situations, nor did they encounter any marauders. R???§à?§§?

    But even so, the round trip, counting the three days in between, still took a whole week.

    Not far away, the workers in the warehouse had already gone to unload the goods.

    "Good job." Liszt patted Qian Lai on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and continued, "Now I need you to go back and deliver a ton of psychoid leaves to our warehouse in Boulder Town, then go to the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern to find the bartender there. You can negotiate with him ording to the base price of 60 chips per kilogram. Of course, the higher the better, and there¡¯s no need to make any concessions. He will definitely be interested in this batch of goods. If he is not interested, leave it for me to handle it personally when I go back."

    "Also, I need 10 ¡®Iron Horse 60¡¯ portable steam engines. Remember to go to my old friend to order those goods. We have arge order volume, and their stock is high, so you should know how to bargain with him. Try to get these orders and send them here within a week. Don¡¯t make our friends wait for too long."

    <em>A ton of psychoid leaves?! During the winter?</em>

    Qian Lai¡¯s face was full of surprise, but he didn¡¯t ask any more questions; he just nodded seriously. "Okay boss, do you have any other instructions?"

    "Yes," Liszt nodded, looked at the young man next to him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "This guy, and some shelter residents, will go with you."

    "My name is Shu Yu." The expression on the young man¡¯s face looked a little tense. But it was not because he was afraid of strangers, but more like he was trying very hard to hold back his excitement.

    Qian Lai looked him up and down.

    The first impression he got was that the man was young, and the second impression was that the man¡¯s family should be well off. Although it could be seen that he had been through the trials of wastnd, his temperament was obviously different from that of other wastnders.

    The man¡¯s ent sounded like it was from the north of the River Valley Province, and he should have dealt with merchants before; it was just that he wasn¡¯t very skilled.

    Probably guessing something, Qian Lai smiled and stretched out his right hand, and shook hands with him. "I¡¯m Qian Lai, nice to meet you."

    ...

    In order to give yers a better gaming experience, and to prevent those yers who were going to the new map from wandering around in other people¡¯s homes like flies and causing trouble, Chu Guang intended to set up an office in Boulder Town, which would provide assistance to the yers, and also gather intelligence about Boulder Town at the same time.

    Actually, his original idea was to set up an embassy or something like that, but after reading Ample Time¡¯s post, he dismissed the idea as it was meaningless.

    The mayor there was indifferent to the affairs of the city, and the self-governing city hall did not have much real power. It was far better to bribe a few local powerful natives than to engage in confusing diplomacy.

    Their words may be more useful than the people who worked in the city hall, and behind many industries were some big figures in the inner city.

    The young man named Shu Yu was selected by Chu Guang from the logistics department.

    He was initially responsible for the hygiene of Longevity Town, and then he was sent to take care of the education of refugees. After that, he returned to Longevity Town to assist the warehouse to release Elm District-rted missions. He could be considered a rare educated person among the refugees, and he also had some understanding of thenguage and behavior of yers.

    After learning from Jiu Li that the young man¡¯s family used to run a trading post in the north, Chu Guang decided to take him as the first civil servant of Shelter 404¡¯s office in Boulder Town after careful consideration.

    Although the young man looked tense and not very skilled in business, Chu Guang believed that he was worth training.

    No one was born to be able to do their job. Since his previous job resume was pretty good, it showed that he still had some abilities.

    While Luca was skeptical about refugees from the north and felt that they couldn¡¯t be trusted, Chu Guang didn¡¯t think so.

    Standing on the 3rd floor of the nursing home and looking at the south entrance, Chu Guang thought for a while and said in a rxed tone after listening to old Luca¡¯s advice, "They are a group of people without homes. They are more eager to be recognized than anyone else. We need to promote some capable people from them and let them see hope, so that not only can it stimte their enthusiasm for work, but it also can gain their loyalty."

    "I¡¯m not doubting your decision, sir. It¡¯s just that he¡¯s too young, even without regard to who he is. I¡¯m worried that his mind is not firm and that Boulder Town will corrupt his loyalty," said old Luca cautiously. "Maybe you should choose someone a little more dependable."

    It sounded like a good idea.

    Stable personality, outstanding ability, well educated, and had a wealth of experience in management.

    If there was such a person in his hands, Chu Guang would have entrusted that person with more important tasks.

    Like old Charlie on Baker Street.

    Even though he only managed a vige of 100 households, it was the trial location of the Subdistrict Office; the work there was very important.

    That elder not only had to be responsible for the literacy education of local residents but also had to train civil servants for themselves.

    As for the inhabitants of the shelter, namely, the yers, it was not very realistic to give them such tasks.

    There was no way yers could be considered reliable and dependable. The nature of being a yer was to be chaotic in the first ce. They were natural adventurers and inventors. The long-term, repetitive, and stable position was destined to be held by NPCs only. This was Chu Guang¡¯s experience gained from practice in earlier versions of the game.

    Few yers were capable of doing the jobs of guards, warehouse administrators, and other positions that required a day of standing or sitting for a long time. In most cases, frequent job rotations were required to keep the positions always filled.

    Not to mention that letting some yers issue missions to other yers would affect the game experience for either side.

    Of course, this was not to say that yers werepletely unsuitable for management work, it just needed to be done in a different way.

    For example, the guild system that exists in most MMORPGs is more flexible in terms of rules and functions. It can not only strengthen social attributes, and improve user stickiness, but also stimte yers to spend money. Moreover, it can also improve "daily activity", which is a good helper for operators. It was quite worthy of reference.

    What he wanted wasn¡¯t too much.

    There was no need to worry about stickiness in an epoch-making game. People who couldn¡¯t ept it would not choose to do the job, and those who did meant that they epted their fate.

    It was enough for him to be able to improve daily activity and stimte consumption.

    Looking at the worried Luca, Chu Guang said with a faint smile, "A coin can fall on both heads and tails. There is always a tradeoff and even a master coin tosser can¡¯tnd heads 10,000 times in a row."

    "What we have to do is not to make sure that it cane up heads every time, but to pick up the coin in time and toss it again when ites up tails."

    "We¡¯ll just try out a little more. It¡¯s better than doing nothing at all."

    Meanwhile¡­

    Just when Liszt introduced Qian Lai to the young man full of potential, Ample Time finally met his friends.

    As soon as they met, Night Ten grabbed Ample Time¡¯s arm and said excitedly, "Good brother, you are finally back!"

    Quitting Smoking standing next couldn¡¯t help but sigh, "It¡¯s too difficult to help a newbies level up!"

    "¡­"

    "..."

    Both Gale and Old White didn¡¯t know how to respond to him.

    "I didn¡¯t expect you guys to miss me so much. How embarrassing." Ample Time smiled and suddenly noticed an unfamiliar yer next to him. Then a sh of realization appeared on his face. "So you¡¯re the¡­"

    "Lone Wolf! I¡¯m Lone Wolf!" Afraid that he would read his full name, Lone Wolf hurriedly opened his mouth and changed the subject, "Boss, I¡¯ve read your strategy, it¡¯s so awesome!"

    Ample Time said with a smile. "You¡¯re ttering me, brother. You are the true boss. I heard that after using your design, the efficiency of our brick factory has doubled."

    Although he had gone to the new map in the game, this did not prevent him from getting information from other yers in his chat group.

    Before Gale invited this brother into the group, they had known each other on the Inte, but it was the first time they met in the game.

    Lone Wolf smiled embarrassedly. "No, I¡¯m not. It¡¯s just a little improvement. It¡¯s not as exaggerated as doubling, it¡¯s about 70% to 80%."

    After speaking, he couldn¡¯t help but sigh. "Unfortunately, the foundation of our industrial area isn¡¯t solid enough, otherwise, with arge rotary kiln, we would be able to produce 20,000 to 30,000 per day with only 2 operators. That kind of efficiency would be much greater than this."

    Quit Smoking cried out in shock, "That¡¯s awesome!"

    It was a pity that his vocabry was limited and he could only keep yelling the same thing over and over again.

    Afterplimenting each other for a while, Ample Time looked at his friends and started talking about business. "The content of the new map is quite a lot. After 3 days of looking around, the exploration degree had only reached 60%. We need to go there again soon."

    "If what I think is right, this time it should be to test the new version¡¯s caravan system... By the way, have you received the mission?"

    Old White said with a smile, "I received it a while ago, and I have everything ready now."

    Night Ten couldn¡¯t wait and he urged, "When are we leaving? Hurry up."

    Ample Time cast a nce at the door. The warehouse staff were still unloading the precious goods from the backs of the oxen, and then loading therge and small packages from the warehouse.

    Those should be psychoid leaves.

    The food of Devil Moth and itsrvae in the greenhouse ruins was said to contain a certain ingredient that had the effect of reducing pain perception and improving concentration, but it was of little significance to the yer.

    The pain sensation of this game was already blocked, and it waspletely unnecessary to rely on drugs to weaken it again.

    "Depends on those NPCs... Speaking of which, what are you all bringing with you? Why are you getting ready so fast? At least let me catch my breath a little."

    Night Ten smiled. "Not a lot of things. Just some clothes made by Teng Teng, mushrooms from Boss Ya, Big Bird Vodka made with potatoes from Brother Scrambled Egg, gadgets from Steel nt 81 and Goblin Technology, and... Some other stuff."

    Ample Time was shocked. "Holy shit, why so much stuff?"

    Gale quickly exined, "We only brought a little of everything. In the words of the administrator, this time we are going to test the market."

    Quit Smoking had an envious look on his face. "Sigh, I¡¯m so envious."

    "If you can level up faster, you can go with us." Old White patted Quit Smoking on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Hurry up, brother, you should do your best to level up during this time. Although there are only two levels from LV8 to LV10, it will take some time to get there."

    Although he could also go there without receiving the mission, he wouldn¡¯t be able to do any mission after he arrived. At most, it would take him a few days to look at what had been done on the CG, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn¡¯t encounter a bug... These were the original words of a certain developer.

    Even if continuous bugs were the norm in the closed alpha testing stage, yers who had experienced bugs in thest expansion really didn¡¯t want to experience them again.

    Quit Smoking sighed again, "I¡¯m already doing my best."

 Chapter 249.2: Prototype of the Chamber of Commerce, Red River Town!

    The level requirement for the mission to go to Boulder Town was LV10 and the yer¡¯s contribution level had to ce them as a Middle-ss Citizen.

    After all, it was a test of the new system, and the developer might feel that it was more suitable to arrange reliable yers to take the mission, so the threshold set was very high. The number of recipients was limited.

    The process of the mission was very simple: escort the goods to Boulder Town, and serve as the NPC¡¯s guard after the goods are delivered to ensure the smooth establishment of the office of Shelter 404 in Boulder Town.

    During this period, yers could move freely, and there would be an NPC to follow them, acting as a trantor and responsible formunicating with the locals.

    By the way, in addition to the office in Boulder Town, the outpost¡¯s chamber ofmerce was also under construction. A plot ofnd had long been selected at the north gate, and now the yers were all waiting for the devs to develop the contents of the new folder.

    Unless something expected happened, these facilities should be the prototype of the future Shelter 404¡¯s "Commerce Guild".

    ording to Light¡¯s own words, they intended to set up an interface in the game to make it easier for yers to find NPC employees in a form that was more in line with the game¡¯s style and setting.

    After the function was implemented, all operations could bepleted through the VM.

    Thinking of the promises that Light had made, Quit Smoking looked at the NPCs at the door who were busy loading and unloading goods, his heart filled with determination to grow stronger.He decided to work harder and try to get his level above LV10 before the new version was released.

    In this way, in the new version, he would be able to experience more game content!

    "Lone Wolf, do you want to go to the fifth ring to level upter?" Quit Smoking looked at the neer next to him, with an energetic smile on his face.

    Lone Wolf froze slightly. "Me? I don¡¯t need it. I¡¯vepleted the Passing The Torch mission, and got the VM already."

    Looking at this unambitious guy, Quit Smoking said with a serious face, "You just reached LV3, how can you be sockluster? After you get the VM, the game just officially starts! Don¡¯t you want to go to a higher-level world? Don¡¯t you want newbies to hug your leg and call you boss?"

    To be honest, Lone Wolf really didn¡¯t think that way. He enjoyed the process of ying the game itself more than showing off in the game.

    What¡¯s more, in reality, there were many people who called him boss...

    "Uh, there¡¯s no need for that, right?" Lone Wolf smiled embarrassedly, "I¡¯m an intelligence type yer. There are quite a few ways to gain experience for me, and I don¡¯t have to fight monsters to level up. I¡¯m going to go to the industrial areater. So maybe you can find someone else?"

    Quit Smoking couldn¡¯t help but curse, "Damn it!"

    <em>So hateful!</em>

    <em>This guy¡­ He ditched me as soon as he got the VM.</em>

    <em>Where¡¯s our friendship?!</em>

    Thinking that chips might be very important mission props, Ample Time and Old White discussed whether to bring any more specialties to Boulder Town.

    At this moment, a burly figure wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and with green skin swaggered out from the south gate and let out a happy howl. "Hahaha, spring! Spring is here! I finally got through it!" ?£Á??????

    <em>Gasp¡­</em>

    <em>Still a little cold!</em>

    However, his level had gone up, his metabolism had also been enhanced. In addition, with cotton-padded clothes, it was not as bad as it was in the past.

    Garbage was very happy, but the people at the door were terrified.

    Especially the few mercenaries next to the caravan. They were so shocked that they even took out the guns on their backs.

    Fortunately, the nearby guards quickly stopped them, which prevented a bloody conflict.

    "What the heck, where did you get such a big lizard!? Is this Deathw¡¯s cub?!"

    "He can even speak humannguage!"

    Seeing the two frightened mercenaries, Xu Shun coughed dryly and exined, "This is our administrator¡¯s pet¡­ He has a special training method."

    The two mercenaries looked at each other, and saw the shock in each other¡¯s eyes.

    <em>The blue coats have this kind of ability?!</em>

    <em>I¡¯ve never heard of it!</em>

    They had seen nobles in the inner city dress dogs, but it was the first time they had seen someone dress up as a Deathw.

    <em>Is it really okay not to tie a rope around its neck?</em>

    "... I¡¯ve never seen something so incredible."

    Hearing hispanion¡¯s speech, the other mercenary also swallowed. "I bet those ckers in the tavern have never seen it before either."

    ...

    The loading and unloading of the goods did not take too long.

    Before noon, a caravanposed of yers and NPCs, with psychoid leaves worth tens of thousands of chips, a radio station formunication,modities for testing the market, and the hopes of countless yers, set off in the direction of Boulder Town again.

    The size of the caravan this time was muchrger thanst time, and both the number of people and the number of goods had doubled.

    Hopefully, they will be back with good news in a week¡¯s time.

    Whether Shelter 404, which had already embarked on the fastne of development, could step on the elerator again, it all depended on whether yers and NPCs were able to do it well.

    "May good luck be with you!"

    "The warriors who are pioneering the future."

    Standing upstairs, Chu Guang watched as the caravan disappeared at the end of the cement road outside the south gate, sending his blessing to them, and then turned around and went downstairs.

    Liszt, who finally got the equipment, couldn¡¯t wait to take the personnel and equipment to the industrial area.

    30 workers were ready to start working for a while now.

    ording to Liszt, the equipment could be installed within a week, and within three weeks the engineers wouldplete the job training for the workers and start supervising the production.

    However, efficiency couldn¡¯t be guaranteed for the time being.

    After all, the educated workers that Chu Guang promised only knew some words and numbers.

    But Liszt was full of confidence¡­ Well, it cost him almost nothing.

    <em>Silver coins?</em>

    That was lent to thepany by Shelter¡¯s bank. Whether it was sry payment or buying raw materials, it was not his chips, but the number on the ount for him.

    Chu Guang had promised him that the factory¡¯s debts would not affect their cooperation, and even if his factory went bankrupt, at most the factory¡¯s assets would be liquidated, and he wouldn¡¯t be liable for any losses.

    In Chu Guang¡¯s own words, it was the limited liability system, and only the legal party needed to bear the liability.

    It was a new word in Boulder Town, but maybe it wasmon in the pre-war era.

    In any case, the deal was not a loss for him.

    Liszt was only thinking about one thing right now, and that was starting the production as early as possible! The earlier he started the production, the earlier he could turn rubbish into chips.

    He could also be one step closer to his dream of being promoted to the upper ss!

    ...

    That night.

    After a busy day in the industrial area and the outpost, Chu Guang returned to the shelter, turned on theputer, and started the work that a game designer needed to do.

    The forum was as lively as ever.

    Escaping Mole, who went to Red River Town, finally posted his strategy.

    In fact, it was not that he hadn¡¯t been on the forum in the past few days, but he¡¯d been fighting monsters along the way. Because it was nothing special, the attention of the entire forum was snatched away by Ample Time¡¯s post.

    Now that the guide for Boulder Town had been updated, Escaping Mole, who saw the opportunity, immediately posted the guide and attracted the attention of those yers who were craving more game content.

    Escaping Mole:... God damn it, we have been really unlucky along the way. Those mutants were so fierce that it was like they were on drugs. I finally figured out why I couldn¡¯t see any people in this area. Most likely, they were caught and eaten by those monsters!

    - It¡¯s a monster¡¯sir! I have marked it on the map, but it is out ofmunication range and has not been updated to the big map. On the way, we also passed a survivor¡¯s colony, which seems to be a small trading post. There were two other caravans resting there as well.

    - ording to the heads of the two caravans, Snake n is expanding eastward, and the Bonechewer n¡¯s territory is getting bigger and bigger. The trade route to the north has beenpletely cut off by them, and the business is getting more and more difficult to do. But amongst all the ideas of traveling between the Eastern provinces and the Western provinces, passing through the River Valley Province is still the best one ¡­ and that could be good news for us.

    - In addition, I finally arrived at Red River Town today! To describe it in one sentence, this ce is so damn deste!

    - The soil here is probably polluted. There are basically no tall trees here. Flowers, grasses, shrubs, mushrooms, and anything that grows out of the ground are all poisonous! However, there are many arthropods here, and herds of two-headed oxen that seem to be able to break down these toxins. They are the main food source of the survivors here.

    - The people that are trading with us are from the Horseshoe Merchants Association. They were the people who bought captives from us before. There are a few soilless cultivation units in their station, but I am afraid that the amount is not enough for everyone to eat. Probably, they are probably only for the rich people.

    - When I took out the dry food, many people had a greedy look in their eyes. We should be able to make a lot of money by transporting the extra food here.

    - Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention it! The people here don¡¯t use chips, nor do they use gold or CR. Instead, they use tickets issued by the local Mining Association.

    - Anyway, most traders won¡¯t stay here too long. The locals simply put the ves and minerals on the banknotes and marked them with numbers. The red tickets are for ves, the blue tickets are for mines, and the numbers correspond to the mining areas. You can pay at the Mining Association, or directly at the mining area... In fact, saying it¡¯s a Mining Association, I feel like it¡¯s more like a ce where several big ve owners gathered together to make money.

    - Also, although this ce is deste, the poption is quite significant, primarily scattered in the various gathering areas of the merchants associations. They¡¯re mainlyposed of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and cowboys who keep two-headed oxen, as well as their families or purchased ves.

    - Maybe it¡¯s because there is no hive in this ce, I didn¡¯t see Slime Mold Mutants like Crunchers. But that doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s safe here. Those people have a suspicious unclear rtionship with the surrounding marauders. The NPC named Qian Duo said that we shouldn¡¯t trust those peoplepletely, but we still have to do business with them. This ce is probably thergest ve market in the southern suburbs. Whether it¡¯s captives or clones, they will be sent here. We even met a bounty hunter who came from the east coast to help his employer look for the lost loved ones!

    - However, the life of the ve owners here has not been very good recently. A while ago, the rise of the Bonechewer n made them a fortune, and the major mining areas are now fully packed, but those bloodthirsty barbarians started to target the south after upying the middle of the province.

    - The leader of Snake n seems to intend to do this profitable business himself, but the ve owners do not want to hand over the treasures in their hands. Those mountains of garbage are said to be able tost for centuries, which is worth more than a gold mine!

    - To put it simply, they need weapons to defend themselves, tools to improve the work efficiency of ves, and food! The priority is in descending order, and weapons are the first priority! The pictures attached are drawn by myself. Because I¡¯m outside the service area, I can only take off the helmet and draw what I saw by hand, so please make do with those pictures.

    - (Picture), (Picture), (Picture).

    Unlike Ample Time¡¯s post, Brother Mole¡¯s post was rather sloppy, but he still described the whole situation there in detail, probably getting inspiration from Ample Time.

    Not only that, this guy had good drawing skills, and he even added a few illustrations to the post.

    Maybe it was because of these illustrations that his guide was postedte.

    Quit Smoking: Old Brother Mole is awesome!

    Elf Wang: Draw us some other illustrations! I want to see Hyrja!! I want to see Xiaoyu! (Crazy)

    Night Ten: Boss Xia said she was very sad. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Lightning Professor: It feels like Boulder Town is like a cheap knock-off version of Night City, and Red River Town is a bit like a deluxe version of <em>Red Dead Redemption</em>... (Sweat)

    Midnight Pubg: Although I feel like you¡¯re forcibly making a connection, uh, but do they look like what you just described?

    Drumhead Washing Machine: I never imagined that such a small River Valley Province would gather so many good ces!

    Old White: It¡¯s not small at all. Besides, this is just in the game. In reality, which provincial administrative region can include tworge ins and a mountain range? And there are also two urban agglomerations on these tworge ins.

    Irene: Morrowind is smiling at you. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Night Ten: Is it a special mod? It¡¯s not necessarily possible without mods. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Chu Guang nced at the post and clicked the mouse with his index finger, thinking for a moment. Red River Town¡¯s specialty is poption and mines, and its needs are weapons and food.

    ¡°There are a small number of production facilities there, capable of processing iron-tube weapons and even exporting special revolving rifles. However, the ve owners there have no incentive to industrialize. They don¡¯t even have a stable currency, and trade in tickets," he mumbled to himself.

    Tickets were not actually considered a currency, but more like a transaction certificate.

    They would be destroyed upon redemption and issued upon production; they could even be issued without production. In terms of attributes, it was a bit like futures contracts.

    The Mining Association was more like a guarantee agency by convention. For example, when A¡¯s ticket couldn¡¯t be redeemed today, B would help him pay first lest this idiot would affect everyone¡¯s credit because of a small matter, causing everyone to lose trust in the tickets they issued.

    And why the area code of the mining area was marked on the ticket was precisely that.

    Party B, who received the ticket, would use it as proof of debt and ask party A to pay off the debt.

    If A refused to pay it, then the dispute would be settled either in a civilized or uncivilized way.

    <em>Counterfeit? You say.</em>

    <em>Such a thing wouldn¡¯t exist.</em>

    Few outsiders would keep the tickets in their pockets, and they would basically redeem all their tickets before they left the town.

    Because the local merchants often needed to do business with mine owners and ve owners, they would save some red and blue tickets, but they knew each other well, and no one would break the rules for petty profits.

    "Interesting." Chu Guang raised his eyebrows with great interest, first highlighting the post, and then copying the content of the guide post in the text document.

    He nned to wait a few days to revise it a little and update the setting on the official website for other yers¡¯ reference.

    Finding that their assumptions identally came true in the next version of the game, the yers would definitely be very excited.

    After all, predicting the future of the game would give a much stronger sense of aplishment than entering the Hall of Fame.

    Of course, these were all small matters.

    "... If the trade route can be opened up, it should be able to meet the growing demand for raw materials in the industrial zone."

    Grain was not suitable for trading for the time being. This thing was also in great demand. An ability user would consume three people¡¯s rations in one day, not to mention those refugees from the north. Chu Guang had to feed them before sending them to the factory.

    In addition, with more food, more yers could be recruited. And after the food was processed a little, it could also be sold at a higher price to passing traders easily.

    Weapons on the other hand, were a good choice.

    The post-war era wasn¡¯t ancient times, even if Chu Guang didn¡¯t sell them weapons, they would be able to get weapons from other people.

    And if they bought weapons from other people, Chu Guang would have to find a way to intercept their supply line if they were in a war with them. It was much easier to let them buy from him. In that way, if they had conflicts with them, once they stopped selling weapons to them, they would have to rely on their limited inventory. And if they couldn¡¯t find the new weapon supplier in time, it was a matter of time before they lost the fight.

    This was also the reason why Chu Guang stopped importing weapons and made weapon R&D and production key projects, and why he was willing to pay for things made by Mosquito.

    Whether it was good or not, he had to use his own weapons.@@novelbin@@

    "... The only trouble is that Red River Town is too far. The journey is full of mutant nests, and there are marauder guerris. If it is fast, it can be reached in two or three days. But if it is slow, it may take a week."

    "However, with ability users as guards, it shouldn¡¯t be a big problem!"

    "And that ce is outside the urban area, so trucks and crawler vehicles can be arranged. The difficulty of making the traderger is far lower than the difficulty of doing business with the survivors¡¯ stronghold in the city."

    "This trade route can be arranged after the spring plowing!" Chu Guang nced at the calendar and suddenly thought of something. "Speaking of which, it¡¯s been almost three months. The corn at the greenhouse ruin should be ripe soon, right?¡±

 Chapter 250.1: You Get A Server Announcement For Growing Corn?!

    In the ground floor of the Greenhouse Ruins.

    The ce where yers fought bloody battles before had now be a lush botanical garden. Soilless growing units were full of corn, stacked like shipping containers, one on top of the other.

    The battle situation at that time was really tragic.

    Sideline cking, who went in first, couldn¡¯t evene out alive, leaving only his VM to be taken out by other yers, and the second wave of people who entered was almost wiped out. It was not until Escaping Mole developed the shield wall y that the situation was improved.

    However, after everyone was equipped with better weapons, it was much easier to raid the dungeon.

    With Old White pulling aggro in heavy armor in front, the yers in the back just needed to keep shooting their guns without worrying that they would kill him.

    After all, even if 9mm bullets hit the steel te, they wouldn¡¯t be able to prate the armor. At most, they would only leave a few dents on the steel te.

    On the contrary, thisrge-caliber, low-velocity round worked wonders against unarmored insect-type mutants.

    Those mutants¡¯ bellies were filled with water and glue. Even the 7mm bullet could probably open a hole in their stomachs. If it was 9mm, it would probably st their stomach open directly.After the first floor was cleared, Chu Guang immediately released a mission, asking the yers toe and nt corn.

    Now that three months had passed, many green stalks had golden corns wrapped in leaves hanging on them.

    Looking at the mature cornfield in front of him, Chu Guang nodded approvingly with a father-like smile on his face. "Good job!"

    The seeds given by the shelter had been gically modified; their growth rate was rtively fast.

    In reality, corn, even an early-maturing variety, would take 100 days to ripen, but here it just needed around 90 days.

    <em>Alright.</em>

    <em>I almost forgot about it.</em>

    After sensing the expectant eyes behind him, Chu Guang, who came back to his senses, raised his index finger calmly, stretched out his hand, and stroked the VM.

    <em>Soon.</em>

    The list of the mission¡¯s rewards was sent to Makka Pakka¡¯s VM.

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Harvest Day (Completed)<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Rewards: </strong>1,000 silver coins, 500 contribution points, 2,000 regional prestige<strong>]</strong>

    "Holy shit!"

    "Four-digit reward!!!"

    Makka Pakka burst into tears as he looked at the series of rewards.

    There was no need to stress the importance of 500 points of contribution.

    Faction contribution was always a good thing. Whether it was buying equipment, doing missions, or setting up businesses, they were all linked to this thing. §²¦¡£Î??£Â?S

    The only regret was that the regional prestige given was the outpost¡¯s, not Longevity Town¡¯s.

    His prestige in Longevity Town now reached Friendly, and he was almost over the threshold of 10,000 and reached the level of Respect.

    Just when Makka Pakka was excited, the next line of words on the VM made him almost faint with happiness.

    <strong>[Congrattions to yer Makka Pakka for being the first yer to harvest corn.]</strong>

    <strong>[Please select whether broadcast this message: </strong>Yes/No<strong>]</strong>

    Looking at the sudden surprise, Makka Pakka shouted out almost reflexively, "Yes! Yes!"

    Chu Guang originally wanted to remind the guy that he didn¡¯t need to shout and he could simply click on the VM¡¯s screen. Seeing how excited the yer was, he didn¡¯t disappoint him.@@novelbin@@

    It¡¯d been three months.

    It was really not easy to persist for such a long time.

    From sowing to the final harvest, each step had a corresponding mission, and a series of missions constituted an entire mission chain.

    Because the automatic watering and harvesting systems at the Greenhouse Ruins were broken, many jobs that could have been done by machines were now done by humans.

    Those jobs included watering and fertilizing.

    Although these missions also had rewards, those jobs were still a bit boringpared to hunting and picking up garbage.

    To be able to persist through the three-month mission cycle and until the crops mature, this Makka Pakka yer was also a strange person.

    At least in Chu Guang¡¯s mind, it wasparable to that fisherman who sat by theke every day, no matter how windy or snowy it was.

    <strong>[Server Announcement: </strong>yer Makka Pakka sessfully harvested the first batch of corn<strong>]</strong>

    Looking at the window that appeared on the VM, Makka Pakka was so excited that he almost wanted to roll in the cornfield.

    If it wasn¡¯t for the administrator, he might have already done so.

    "Hahahaha! I also have the server¡¯s first title!"

    Chu Guang looked at the yer with a smile on his face. "Can the harvesting work be entrusted to you?"

    "Don¡¯t worry, dear administrator!" Makka Pakka patted his chest and continued to say with a bright face. "I can even help you move it to the granary!"

    Chu Guang said, "That¡¯s not necessary. The workload is too much. I will arrange for someone to help you."

    Looking away from Makka Pakka, Chu Guang continued to look at the cornfield in front of him, there was a hint of joy on his face.

    <em>Is this what a bumper harvest feels like?</em>

    <em>It¡¯s really not bad.</em>

    ...

    After arranging a new mission for Makka Pakka, Chu Guang left the Greenhouse Ruins, returned to the outpost to find Guo Horse, and told him about the harvesting work.

    With so many crops, Makka Pakka alone might not be able to finish the work even if he worked to death.

    What¡¯s more, harvesting was not just about ripping the corn off the stalk, but also de-seeding, drying, and getting them to storage.

    Doing those in the ruins might be a lot more troublesome than purely nting seeds.

    There were not many tower-type soilless cultivation chambers on the first floor, and the actual nting area was slightly smaller than other floors, but there was still a nting area of ??nearly 35,000 square meters.

    ording to rough estimates of nting area and density, the yield was about 25 tons, and the loss margin was within 2 tons.

    Even with unskilled nting and management experience and insufficient fertilization, the yield per 666 square meters still reached nearly 500 kilograms.

    In addition to the first floor, the Greenhouse Ruins had other floors.

    Not counting the reactor on the 9th floor and the Devil Moth Nest on the 10th floor, there were 5 floors above ground and 8 floors underground for a total of 13 floors. The theoretical nting area could reach 600,000 square meters!

    Up till the current point, to now, 5 floors above ground and 4 floors underground had been developed into farnd.

    Half of it was used to grow corn, and the other half was used to grow potatoes. In total, they had 400,000 square meters of arable area.

    These production capacities would be gradually released in the next month, and the total output was estimated to reach 300 to 400 tons.

    Coupled with other sources of food such as hunting and animal husbandry, it was enough for 3,000 people for a year!

    Of course, the actual food consumption of the yers couldn¡¯t be calcted with their poption alone.

    It was especially so for ability users. After all, not only were their physical fitness and metabolism levels far higher than ordinary people, but their food intake was also close to 2 to 3 times that of ordinary people.

    Even Chu Guang could feel it.

    In the beginning, a single can of dried food couldst him 2 meals, but he wanted to eat 2 cans per meal in his current state.

    In a sense, it followed thews of conservation of energy.

    ording to the actual consumption rate of food, the 300 to 400 tons of food might onlyst them half a year.

    However, even that was enough.

    With 20,000,000 square meters of wastnd reimed, even if the production efficiency in the first year was only half of that of the Greenhouse Ruins, the food produced was still enough for him to squander in several versions of the game.

    The part above the level B4 of the Greenhouse Ruins was used for farming.

    As for the levels B5 to B9, Chu Guang didn¡¯t n to use all of them for growing crops. He nned to rear Devil Moths on those floors, and let yers harvest them once every few months.

    In terms of psychoid leaves, he nned to let yers harvest only half each time, leaving the other half so it could regrow.

    After a round of harvesting, the gates from levels B5 to B9 could be reopened so the moths coulde back toy eggs.

    That way, a pipeline-like, sustainable harvesting cycle could be achieved.

    In the future, when the tens of thousands of fertile fields on the north side of Linghu Lake are reimed, it would be no problem to use the entire Greenhouse Ruins to raise Devil Moths!

    Whether it was psychoid leaves or devil silk, it was a raremodity on the wastnd. Shelter 404 was probably the only ce in the region that could produce those products in steady supply.

    ...

    "What the heck?! You get a server announcement even if you just grow corn?"

    "Fishy! This is so fishy!"

    "Are you serious?! I get why Boss Ya would get special treatment, but why would Makka Pakka also get this kind of treatment as well?"

    "Sigh! If I had known earlier, I would¡¯ve found a piece ofnd and scattered some seeds on the ground!"

    "But from another point of view, it can also be confirmed that Lifestyle Profession is the best profession in the current version of the game. Since nting corn can get a server announcement, then it¡¯s reasonable to assume that you can also get a server announcement for nting potatoes, right?"

    "!!!"

    ¡­

    West of Longevity Town.

    The yers carrying iron picks and shovels plowing on the wastnd were chattering and making noise, and not far away, there were tractors plowing the fields and dragging their harrows.

    Turning back and looking at the wall far away, Silver¡¯s Father dropped the rake in his hand and sat beside the ridge panting, "Just how long do we have to do this?!"

    Silver Sword waved his hoe silently and replied without raising his head, "It depends on how many event points you want to get."

    Silver¡¯s Father gasped, "What?! Doesn¡¯t this event have a cap?¡±

    Silver Sword replied calmly, "No."

    "???"

    <em>Are you freaking kidding me?!</em>

    In other games, there would be an upper limit to the number of points or any other rewards obtainable in game. Of course, things might be different if the yer could spend some real life money, but that was a different story altogether.

    It was to prevent all free to y yers from having over-exaggerated stats.

    Wastnd Online didn¡¯t seem to have the cap for anything.

    As long as yers wanted, they could keep going until the character¡¯s physical strength was depleted. The anti-addiction mechanism as described by the game designer would kick them off the game to prevent them from going too far in that case.

    Silver Hand, who had been staying silent, couldn¡¯t help butin, "Aren¡¯t you a constitution type yer? Why are you slower at work than the two of us?"

    Silver¡¯s Father rolled his eyes. "Who knows?! This game only adds debuff resistance and recovery speed to the constitution attribute. It has nothing to do with stamina at all! Wait. Didn¡¯t we agree that one of you will choose strength and the other would be an agility type yer? Why did both of you choose to be strength type yers?¡±

    "You even have the audacity to talk about us?!"

    "That¡¯s right! Didn¡¯t you say you would choose the intelligence type?"

    Seeing the two friends ring at him, Silver¡¯s Father coughed awkwardly and said with a smile, "I heard that the content of this game is quite rich. So in case I fall in love with a girl in this game in the future, having a good constitution and fast recovery speed is a good thing¡­ You know what I mean."

    Silver Hand and Silver Sword looked at each other. They knew what he meant, but¡­

    "I think you¡¯re thinking too much."

    "Indeed, I think so too."

    "Huh! What do you two mean?"

    Silver Sword shrugged. "It¡¯s nothing, I just think it¡¯s a bit difficult to find a girl to fall in love with your stupid name."

    Silver Hand nodded. "Yep. Even a catfish wouldn¡¯t be interested in talking to you after learning your stupid name."

    Silver¡¯s Father cursed at the both of them, "%£¤#@!"

    ...

 Chapter 250.2: You Get A Server Announcement For Growing Corn?!

    Just as the newbies were working in the field, Boulder Town, on the edge of the third ring, received a group of special guests.

    "Is this Boulder Town?"

    "This wall is built like a dam..."

    "Holy cow¡­ How much concrete did it take to build this wall?"

    "Don¡¯t know¡­"

    The concrete wall was as tall as 20 stories.

    Counting the steel structure inside, the consumption of cement and steel was probably astronomical.

    On the way down from the elevated road, Old White, Night Ten, and Gale couldn¡¯t tear their eyes off the wall.

    Since Ample Time had been shocked once before, he remained pretty calm. He said with a light cough, "Guys, act normally."Night Ten swallowed and looked away from the giant wall. "I think I¡¯m acting very normal. It¡¯s just that this wall isn¡¯t normal at all!"

    Gale, who was standing beside him, also nodded. "Yeah, he¡¯s right."

    Since those people had the technology to build this huge wall, there was no reason that they would be forced back to live inside the wall by some mutants.

    That didn¡¯t make any sense.

    <em>Unless¡­ They didn¡¯t build the wall and it was created by someone else instead¡­</em>

    "These hillbillies." Seeing how ignorant these people were, the mercenary walking beside the caravanughed in a low voice.

    But then he was red at by the mercenary leader. "Shut your mouth!"

    Seeing that it was his boss, the mercenary immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to speak again.

    Withdrawing his gaze from his subordinates, the mercenary leader nced in the direction of the yers. Noticing that they hadn¡¯t seemed to have heard the mockery, he was a little relieved.

    He knew that those people were really powerful.

    Whether it was the man with the bow on his back or the man with the machine gun on his back, they were terrifying monsters!

    Although it sounded a bit ridiculous, his intuition told him that those two people might be ability users! Moreover, he didn¡¯t want to provoke a force that could keep a Deathw as a pet.

    They were going to arrive at their destination soon. It wouldn¡¯t be good for them to stir up trouble.

    Once they got off the elevated highway, the Wind From Afar Hotel and the slum directly across the street were just a short distance away.

    Just as the group walked towards the gate, many people were also looking at them, especially the goods that were carried on the backs of the two-headed oxen.

    When the few children sitting at the gate of the slum saw them, they whispered a few words to each other after seemingly realizing something. They quickly ran back to the slum.

    After a while, several men with tattoos on their faces emerged.

    Seeing these people, Xu Shun calmly put his hand on his waist, Ample Time and Old White exchanged nces, and put their hands on the weapons in unison. ?????????

    Not only did Ample Time and Old White not look afraid, but their eyes seemed to shine with excitement.

    <em>Did we just trigger a plot?</em>

    <em>Hurry up and let us see the cutscene!</em>

    Reading the tense atmosphere in the air, Shu Yu¡¯s heart was already in his throat.

    However, thinking that he was representing Shelter 404, he still tried his best not to show a nervous expression.

    "Tommy, where did you get so many good things again?" The bald-headed man with a dagger tattooed on his face walking in the front cast a yful look at the mercenary leader.

    The mercenary leader¡¯s face was tense, and he tried his best to respond expressionlessly. "It¡¯s not mine. But I advise you not to think about touching these things unless you want to get into unnecessary trouble."

    "Really? Who is your employer?"

    Before the mercenary leader could answer, a voice came out from the caravan. "Liszt."

    Walking out of the caravan, Qian Lai continued to look at the bald head with a dagger tattooed on his face. "Any problems?"

    Hearing Liszt¡¯s name, the bald-headed man¡¯s expression changed slightly, and his yful expression faded a little. "Of course. We don¡¯t have a problem. Actually, I just wanted to ask... With so many herbs, do you need someone to help sell them? We can help."

    Qian Lai said impatiently, "100 chips per kilogram. If you can buy them all, I can give you a 10% discount."

    <em>It would probably cost tens of thousands of chips to buy them all.</em>

    <em>But¡­</em>

    <em>If we can get this batch of goods and refine it into psychoid drinks, it may not be a problem to double or even triple that money.</em>

    The bald-headed man had a troubled expression on his face, and he said in a serious voice. "... This¡­ I have to ask my boss."

    Qian Lai said sinctly, "I can wait until 8:00 o¡¯clock tonight, you know how to contact me."

    After failing to get what they wanted, those people returned to the slums.

    Staring at their backs, Shu Yu asked Qian Lai, "Who are they?"

    "They¡¯re from the Dagger Gang. They often tattoo daggers on their faces or their arms. But don¡¯t worry about them, you don¡¯t have to deal with these people."

    Qian Lai then looked at the mercenary leader called Tommy and urged, "Let¡¯s go. If we stay here for too long, other flies will fly over."@@novelbin@@

    The group started moving again and went to line up at the city gate for inspection.

    Seeing the goods on the backs of the oxen, the face of the guard in charge of the inspection showed a surprised expression. "Another shipment? Where did you get it?"

    He remembered the man in front of him. He seemed to be the same guy who he had seen a week ago.

    Qian Lai lied casually, "The ntation in the south. The survivors there have a lot of stock."

    The guard obviously didn¡¯t believe him, but he didn¡¯t carry on asking. Instead, as if he wanted to hint at something, he said ambiguously, "I¡¯m afraid you will have to pay a lot of taxes for this."

    "Of course, we arew-abiding citizens." With a friendly smile on his face, Qian Lai secretly stuffed a bag of chips into their hands just like thest time he came.

    The guard who received the money opened the bag and nced at it, smiling knowingly. He took out two chips from the inside, stuffed them into his pocket, and then walked towards the table at the gate. "It¡¯s all vegetables."

    The officer in charge of registration nced at the bag of chips on the table and made two ticks on the notebook. "Let them in."

    Shu Yu gave Qian Lai a slightly surprised look.

    <em>Is that it?</em>

    Noticing his gaze, Qian Lai smiled and said softly. "There is no need to pay taxes on food, which will save money... So you see, it also costs us money."

    Shu Yu asked, "Is there no need to check after paying them?"

    Qian Lai thought for a while. "Not necessarily, it depends on the situation and the person. If you want to send in contraband, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s still a bit difficult."

    Shu Yu nodded thoughtfully.

    Although it was not that he hadn¡¯t done business, he always felt that the situation in Boulder Town was moreplicated than that in his hometown...

    After paying the tax, the group entered the city smoothly.

    ording to the contract, the mercenaries sent them to the warehouse district and then got their pay from Qian Lai.

    The warehouse rented by Liszt was not far from the gate of the warehouse district. There was still some space in it, and it was more than enough to store a ton of goods.

    After the few people unloaded the goods together, Qian Lai asked the guard with a bandage on his arm to return the two-headed oxen to the shed at the entrance of the warehouse district. Then he looked at Shu Yu and the others who were traveling with him, and said with a smile, "If you don¡¯t want to rent a warehouse, you can also store your goods with us. You don¡¯t have much stuff anyway."

    Shu Yu shook his head and declined. "Thank you, but we¡¯ve decided to rent an office."

    Qian Lai asked politely, "Are you in such a hurry? Boulder Town is a huge ce. You can take a few days to look around first and then pick a better ce."

    Shu Yu shook his head. "Our administrator has instructed me to find a ce near the warehouse."

    The warehouse district of ??Boulder Town was very close to the city gate. There was a trading station across the street, and a market where the locals buy things a little further away. So the traffic here was rtively convenient.

    They just needed an office in Boulder Town to assist people and yers from the outpost. There was no need to rent a ce in a particrly busy ce. It could even just be a small area, and the monthly rent should be kept below 1,000 chips as much as possible.

    In the future, when conditions were met, they would buy a whole building.

    This was what the administrator said before he set off.

    Qian Lai didn¡¯t say anything else, but still enthusiastically led them out of the warehouse district and found a ce where they could rent a house.

    There were a lot of vacant houses here, and the rent was not expensive. For a 120 square meter office, they only needed to pay 800 chips a month, and on average, they only needed 20 chips a day.

    If they added another 200 chips, thendlord said they could rent the two empty rooms above the office.

    If they wanted to buy it, such a house would not only cost nearly 300,000 chips. They would also have to pay 50 chips per month for management fees and property taxes.

    Looking at the subtitles on the VM, Night Ten looked at Ample Time beside him in confusion. "1,666 chips per square meter. Is this considered cheap or expensive?"

    Ample Time thought for a while and exined after some calction, "It¡¯s cheap based on the rental to sales ratio, but it¡¯s a bit expensive based on prices and ie. I remember that in the textile factory in the nearby industrial area, they seem to offer a daily sry of 3 to 4 chips and two meals of nutritional cream."

    Based on that rate, the monthly sry they offered was only 90 to 120 chips, which was not even enough to buy a rifle.

    In the case of childbor, most factories would only give 1 chip a day, and some would simply just give them a meal. Their pay would either be settled weekly, or with the goods produced.

    Since the smallest unit was 1 chip, it was not even possible to calcte the hourly wages of the locals.

    Rtively speaking, the sry of engineers would be higher, and their sry was basically more than 10 times that of ordinary workers. If the workce was outside the city or even nearby other survivors¡¯ settlements, the pay was more likely to be doubled.

    Some technicians with rare skills could even earn triple digit daily wages.

    However, those rare beings would usually not go outside the city at all. They would usually live in high-end apartments close to the inner city, and some would even move into the inner city with a good environment.

    As for mercenaries?

    Most of them would only earn what they spend that day so there was no point in discussing their ie.

    When haggling over the rent, Shu Yu gave full y to his bargaining skills and cut the rent to 900 a month.

    This price even touched thendlord¡¯s bottom line, but sadly the house here was not as good as those in the bustling street, and it was really not easy to rent out, so thendlord could only be patient with the people in front of him.

    Night Ten counted for a long time, then suddenly raised his head. "Damn it. I should¡¯ve saved all my chips!"

    Old White gave him a strange look. "Why do you want to save that stuff?"

    "Buy a house of course!" Night Ten said with bright eyes, "When the new map is fully opened, other yers will eventuallye here, right? We can rent it to them! Isn¡¯t it much better than exchanging silver coins?"

    <em>I can rent it to Teng Teng for 10,000 silver coins a month!</em>

    <em>Rich woman Teng Teng can definitely afford it!</em>

    Gale was speechless. "..."

    Ample Time said helplessly, "Do you even have more than 10 chips?!"

    Night Ten scratched his head and mumbled, "Uh, no."

    Old White sighed and exined slowly, "What¡¯s the use of buying a house here? It¡¯s so far from the resurrection point. It¡¯s much better to build one by ourselves next to the base."

    "But then again, there should be weapon shops in Boulder Town, right?" Gale, who was standing on the street, nced left and right, "Have you checked the price of equipment?"

    "A Drone X-2 assault rifle that looks like the G9 assault rifle costs 150 chips, and the iron-barreled rifle is even cheaper; it almost feels like it¡¯s sold by weight."

    Gale then asked, "What about bionic prosthetics?"

    Ample Time was dazed slightly. "This... I didn¡¯t see it. I went to several weapon stores and still didn¡¯t see it, but there are some that sell exoskeletons."

    Hearing this sentence, the faces of the three people instantly lit up. "Seriously, exoskeletons?!"

    "Are you sure?"

    "Hurry up, take us there quickly!"

    "What¡¯s the use of going there? Do you have the money to buy it?"

    Looking at his teammates with ardent eyes, Ample Time sighed helplessly. "... Forget it, you¡¯ll know when you get there."

    Night Ten had already picked up the bag from the ground and carried them on his back. "I¡¯ll bring these with us too! Maybe we can sell it for some money!" He said with a smile.

    Ample Time was speechless. "It¡¯s someone else¡¯s chips even if you sell it..."

    Night Ten: "It¡¯s okay! We agreed before we set off that half of the chips sold are ours!"

    Ample Time was stunned.

    There was actually an agreement like that?!

    But looking at the appearance of his three teammates, it didn¡¯t look like it was a joke.

    Seeing these country bumpkins pick up the bag from the ground, thendlord who was negotiating the price thought they didn¡¯t n to rent it. He immediately panicked and hurriedly shouted. "Okay, okay! You can have it for 800! But you have to pay three months¡¯ rent upfront, and one month¡¯s deposit! This is already the lowest price. You will not find anything cheaper than this!"

    Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Shu Yu said immediately. "Deal!"

    Qian Lai, who was standing beside him, looked at the man in front of him, slightly stunned.

    <em>My goodness </em>

    <em>This guy actually got two floors for free...</em>

    <em>Maybe this guy is a talented businessman.</em>

 Chapter 251.1: All Business Are Evil

    Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.

    There were two burning sticks stuck in the firece, and Seal, who was wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off with his leather shoes propped up on the moldy wooden table.

    From the end of September the previous year, he had no business for almost four months.

    Yet, he was not worried about going bankrupt.

    It was the same in previous years.

    In winter, only rats would visit his shop. But it didn¡¯t matter, as long as the winter was over, the streets outside would be crowded with people, and business would soon improve.

    Even a marauder who had degenerated into a primitive man would find a pair of pants to wear.

    His shop was right in front of the market, closest to the main entrance of Boulder Town.

    Wastnd visitors who came and went would see his shop¡¯s signboard at a nce as long as they came to the market.Those clothes that cost 2 or 3 chips a piece were the most popr, even workers in the factory nearby could afford them. Some wastnders who were not well off would also consider them.

    However, the source of most of the clothes in his ship was not very clean. Many of them were taken off from the dead, and some even had stitched bullet holes and cut marks visible on them. The cheap ones probably weren¡¯t even mended at all.

    Caravan guards or mercenaries from other ces were usually much more generous. The leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves were prepared just for them. Some of them came from garment factories in industrial areas, and some came from tailor shops.

    After all, for these people who traveled around the wastnd, no one could say for sure whether they woulde back the following year. No one would carry those stic pieces in their pockets.

    Before leaving, they would exchange chips for cigarettes, wine, bullets, even gold, and silver or Dinar of the Army.

    In addition, clothes were also a good choice.

    As for now?

    Winter had just ended, and the streets were full of poor people looking for work. For him who opened the shop to do business, it was naturally time to take a good rest.

    Just when Seal was having a wonderful dream, the cold wind suddenly swept through the crack of the door, waking him up with a jolt. "Wee¡­ Are you here to buy clothes?"

    Seal squinted his sleepy eyes and carefully looked at the five men who came in from outside.

    The one at the front was not very old, sixteen or seventeen years old at most. But he had probably been on the battlefield. He had a gunshot wound on his arm, and his childish face disyed an uncharacteristic sense of maturity.

    Actually, it wasn¡¯t surprising. After all, who hasn¡¯t seen a gun in the city?

    The 4 people behind him didn¡¯t seem ordinary. They all had an aura unique to ability users.

    It was just that they all looked left and right, having extremely curious expressions on their faces, somewhat destroying his impression of ability users.

    Seeing that the fire in the firece was extinguished, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help saying. "Boss, it¡¯s time to add firewood."

    Seal was stunned for a moment, unable to understand thenguage that came from Night Ten¡¯s mouth. "What are you saying?"

    The man walking in front said immediately. "He said your fire was out."

    "You don¡¯t need to remind me, I know... Does firewood not cost money? And this is not outside the city." Seal muttered annoyingly. He sat upright from his chair, stared at the person in front of him who he couldmunicate with, and said, "You are mercenaries, right? What are you looking for? Cotton clothes? Leather jackets? Or... Do you want to buy a batch of cheap goods?" ??????????

    Xu Shun didn¡¯t exin, but looked at the men behind him who rolled up their sleeves and stared at the subtitles on their VMs.

    Seal¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly recognized what those people were wearing.

    He wasn¡¯t paying much attention earlier on, so he didn¡¯t realize that these people were blue coats.

    He was slightly surprised at the discovery.

    <em>How bizarre. Those blue-clothed gophers not only awakened, but actually put on the clothes of wastnders?</em>

    <em>Don¡¯t their coats grow on their bodies?</em>

    "We¡¯re not buying anything. We want to sell. I heard you buy clothes here?" Ample Time said a long string of words in thenguage of the Federation of People interspersed with his native tongue.

    Naturally, Seal didn¡¯t understand what he was saying.

    But Xu Shun, who often dealt with yers, understood. Combining with the trantion projected on the VM, he immediately straightened out Ample Time¡¯s words and repeated them again.

    After hearing this sentence, Seal immediately frowned. "Sell? Why do you want toe here to sell? Isn¡¯t there a store next door that collects old clothes?"

    Seeing that these people were not customers, Seal¡¯s expression turned cold instantly, and he became impatient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Dead people¡¯s clothes were sold by weight, and he didn¡¯t have a scale.

    "The price given there is too low. We all agree that this is an insult to the artwork!" Xu Shun skillfully ryed Ample Time¡¯s words, and this time even imitated the displeased tone.

    Seal sneered, thinking to himself how a group of country bumpkins from outside could possibly understand what art was.

    He wanted to ridicule them and send them out, but he suddenly thought of the VMs that those people were carrying, so he suppressed this idea again.

    <em>BBlue coats.</em>

    <em>They are blue coats.</em>

    Seal¡¯s eyes swiveled around.

    Everyone outside of Boulder Town was known to be country pumpkins.

    But that didn¡¯t include the tycoons from Among Clouds, or the blue coats in those shelters.

    Although thetter was a bit silly, any civilized person would admit that they were a group of lucky ones who had the luck of the heavens.

    Stretching out his wrinkled hands, Seal opened the drawer, took out the brass-colored sses from inside, and put them on the bridge of his nose. "Let me take a look."

    Xu Shun looked at Ample Time, who took his eyes away from the intermittent subtitles and immediately handed the bag in his hand to the most reliable NPC.

    Xu Shun walked to the counter and put the bag on the table. "You can take a look and tell us how much money you can pay."

    After unpacking the bag, Seal reached out his hand to touch it, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes. "Devil¡¯s Silk?!"

    As it turned out, the batch of goods sold in the market a few days ago were sold by them!

    He had heard that the ten rolls of cloth were quickly bought up by a group of quick-witted people as soon as they appeared at the trading post.

    In the end, he didn¡¯t know who got the cloth. Anyway, many tailors were asking where the delicate cloth came from.

    But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed. "It¡¯s already made into clothes? Are these all you have? Don¡¯t you have that bundle of fabric?"

    Xu Shun stated slowly, "That¡¯s all."

    "What a pity." With a regretful expression on his face, Seal sighed, "It¡¯s really a waste of a treasure."

    Xu Shun frowned. "Is it a bad thing to have ready-made clothes?"

    "No matter how good the fabric is, it must be used in the right ce," Seal shook his head, "Yes, Devil¡¯s Silk is very rare and very sturdy. Whether it is used to make luxurious clothes, or used to make ropes or protective gear, it¡¯s a great material. But..."

    Saying that, Seal reached out and pulled out a piece of clothing from the bag, and shook it in front of Xu Shun with a speechless expression. "Can you exin to me what this is?"

    The white dress had a smooth silky texture, and the hem of the dress and the cuffs had meticulously made patterns, giving off an indescribable sense of dignity.

    However, the problem was that this dress only had the front. Its back seemed to be made in a perfunctory manner as there were only a few ribbons on the back.

    The dress¡¯s hemline was long enough, but what was the point of that?

    Xu Shun froze for a moment, but before he could speak, the yers watching the subtitles behind him started shouting angrily.

    "Damn it! Another ignorant bumpkin doesn¡¯t know what artwork is!"

    "Exactly! Such a beautiful gown!"

    "Sigh, even in my dreams, I want to see Yaya wear it once..."

    "Don¡¯t even think about it, even Tail wouldn¡¯t wear it."

    <em>A gown?!</em>

    Xu Shun bit the bullet and answered. "This is a gown..."

    "There¡¯s nothing to cover the back! It¡¯s just a few strings. What¡¯s the difference between this and not wearing it?" Seal sneered and said, "The nobles in the inner city don¡¯t like this kind of revealing clothes, it will embarrass them at parties!"

    Xu Shun¡¯s expression was a little awkward.@@novelbin@@

    Frankly speaking, he also felt that the clothes were a bit revealing.

    With only the front piece, could it really cover the upper bodypletely?

    Not questioning the taste of these shelter residents, he just thought it would be perfect if the long part of the dress could be cut off and added on the back...

    "Maybe it¡¯s the cultural difference," Ample Time stroked his chin, frowned, and thought for a moment, "I feel that the people in the outer city are more open-minded, but maybe the people in the inner city are more conservative."

    Gale made a guess. "Maybe the people in the inner city want to show the difference from the outer city?"

    Ample Time nodded slowly. "Maybe."

    Night Ten sighed, "Sigh, Teng Teng got off to a bad start."

    Old White finally added, "Speaking of which, this dress¡­ It has never been sold even in the outpost, right?"

    He¡¯d never seen a person wearing it in the outpost.

    Gale thought for a while, nodded, and replied, "Indeed, I remember that this dress has been hanging in Teng Teng¡¯s hut for a while."

    This game didn¡¯t allow for alt ounts, and yers couldn¡¯t change their gender. Moreover, everyone knew each other online, so they were unexpectedly reserved in this game.

 Chapter 252.1: Talent Market

    Later, the group went to the weapon shop, and finally saw the exoskeleton they had been longing for.

    However¡­

    Night Ten yelled, "The KV-1 is priced at 600 chips?! Damn, it¡¯s so expensive!"

    Gale frowned and asked, "How much was the one Old White had before?"

    Old White thought for a while and replied, "500 silver coins, but steel tes should ount for half of the price, so about 200 to 300 for the KV-1 alone."

    Although it was the price several versions ago, and it was obtained by auction, thinking of the starting price of 200 silver coins, everyone couldn¡¯t help being moved.

    The administrator was such a generous person.

    Compared to Boss Xia in the weapon store, he was simply a saint!

    ...Naturally, they wouldn¡¯t be able to afford such a piece of expensive equipment. So they could only stare at it to satisfy their desire.

    Of course, everyone did not forget the purpose of their trip.

    After some negotiations, the LD-47 Sickle assault rifle entrusted to them by the administrator was finally sold at a price of 70 chips.

    This was already the price after their hard bargain.

    The gun shop owner on the new map had a much worse temper than Xia Yan, and was not interested in their weapons at all.

    That wasn¡¯t just a single shop they were talking about.

    Although Boulder Town also had 7mm bullets, their length waspletely different, and the structure of the primer cap was also different. So even if the caliber was the same, it was not universal.

    The price of the Drone Assault Rifle in Boulder Town was 150 chips, and what it cost to make might only be close to 90 chips.

    It was a wrong choice to sell weapons there. Boulder Town¡¯s arms industry was much better than those that had only developed for one winter, both in terms of cost and technology.

    Unless they found another way to make their product more appealing to the people there, there was no point!

    Looking at the store shelves, Night Ten muttered, "Damn, this ce even sells mortars?"

    It wasn¡¯t that expensive either.

    <em>The one that was a little longer than a rifle with a 60 caliber, and had a range of 3 kilometers only cost the price of a set of KV-1?!</em>

    Old White nced around the shelves. "There are no shells here."

    Ample Time frowned. "There are shells, but most likely, they need to be picked up outside the city. I remember that explosives over a certain weight are prohibited¡­ Let¡¯s go, we can¡¯t afford any of them."

    Old White sighed, "It¡¯s too damn expensive."

    <em>I wonder if bricks can be sold for money here?</em>

    Unfortunately, their Bull and Horse Brick Factory could only produce bricks at the moment.

    Night Ten chuckled, "How about we go to the factory to make screws?"

    Old White was a strength type yer.

    He would definitely be able to make a lot of screws!

    Ample Time rolled his eyes and ignored him. "The daily sry is only 2 to 3 chips, and working for a month is not even enough for you to buy a gun. I advise you to save your energy." ????¨®?§§?

    It was actually not bad that a Sickle could be sold for 70 chips. Anyway, the cost of raw materials was less than 15 silver coins. No matter how high the other costs were, they should not exceed this figure.

    In any case, no matter how little the profit was, it was still a profit.

    Although this profit had nothing to do with them, and the chips obtained belonged to mission props, the final reward would be settled with silver coins and contribution points ording to how many chips they got.

    <em>Can they steal the money secretly?</em>

    <em>Sure.</em>

    The ways to get rich were all written in the criminalw, and there are always people who think that others were fools.

    Unfortunately, they were not.

    Tomato Eggs¡¯ Big Bird Vodka was sold to a drunkard at the entrance of the tavern for 10 chips.

    All four of them felt that it was a loss. After all, the bottle of wine weighed half a kilogram.

    To brew so much alcohol, at least two kilograms of potatoes were needed, which was equivalent to at least 3 silver coins. It could even be as high as 5 silver coins when the potatoes were expensive.

    Therefore, selling it for 10 chips was equivalent to not making money!

    With the chips, Night Ten wanted to go into the bar to have a look. There seemed to be women wearing very few clothes inside. But before he stepped through the door, he was stopped by Ample Time.

    Gale said from the side. "Don¡¯t forget our mission."

    Night Ten yelled in indignation, "Come on man! Aren¡¯t you curious? Let me just take a quick look!"

    <em>Shouldn¡¯t the first thing you do when exploring a new map be toe to a ce like this to investigate? Otherwise, how would you even dare to say that you know the customs of the new map!</em>

    <em>As we all know, whether it is an online game or an offline game, taverns are the information collection and distribution centers in RPG games. This ismon sense!</em>

    Ample Time coughed dryly. "I¡¯ve been here some time ago¡­ In taverns like this where people get to dance around, the minimum entry fee is 2 chips, which is equivalent to buying a ss of beer as soon as you enter."

    Night Ten¡¯s eyes widened in shock. "What?! You have been there before?! Why didn¡¯t you write it in the walk-through?!"

    Ample Time looked away in embarrassment. "I can¡¯t possibly write everything."

    Old White patted Night Ten¡¯s shoulder andforted him, "You cane back after we¡¯ve made money. The few chips in your pocket may not be enough for you to drink more than a ss."

    That was true.

    Night Ten quickly settled down.

    Yaya¡¯s mushrooms were eventually bought by the grocery store.

    Except for a few blue mushrooms that she risked her life to steal from the leech¡¯s nest, the other mushrooms that looked delicious at first nce didn¡¯t sell much.

    Looking at the bag of chips in their hands, the four yers looked worried.

    "Not enough."

    Deducting the mission props of 70 chips, they only made 540 chips. More than half of which was because of Yaya.

    What they had at their disposal were 270 chips.

    Having said that, those Blue Umbre Mushrooms were really valuable. They were actually sold by the gram! And 4 grams could be exchanged for 1 chip!

    It was just a pity it was too rare.

    Yaua already grabbed everything she could before winter, but there seemed to be some left in the NPC¡¯s warehouse.

    The leech nest was only used as a bait collection point for fishermen, and the few pinches of blue mycorrhiza on the wall may not be able to restore their former luxuriant appearance in a short time.

    ...

    That night.

    The 4 of them slept on the floor on the second floor of the outpost office and went to the forum together after they went offline.

    Under the expectant eyes of countless yers and cloud gamers, Ample Time updated all the news and experiences of the whole day in the post.

    Including putting Teng Teng¡¯s artwork on consignment, and Boss Ya¡¯s mushroom was sold for huge sums, they had to write clearly and inly how much everyone¡¯s things were sold for.

    Despicable behavior like stealing other people¡¯s equipment and in-game coins was disdainful for any quality yer, and everyone believed the oldest yers in the game.

    Only Lightning Professor spected for a long time there, saying that it was impossible to sell for so cheap, and there had to be something going on. However, no one paid any attention to him.

    The attention of all yers was attracted by the rich degrees of freedom and explorable content of the new map.

    <em>What is a virtual world?!</em>

    <em>This! This is a virtual world!</em>

    <em>The northern suburbs were ofplete wilderness, waiting to be explored!</em>

    Even through the screen, Ample Time could feel that many people¡¯s eyes were shining with envy.

    Tail: Can I open a mercenary guild? (?¦Ø?)!

    Ample Time: Uh, this is an unprecedented path, you can give it a try.

    Mosquito: Wait! Where¡¯s my grenade? No one bought it!? (?§¥?#)

    Night Ten: Your charge exceeds the legal amount. Who the hell would stuff half a kilogram of explosives into a hand grenade! It was seized at the gate!

    Mosquito: Damn it! My Anti-Cracklew Crab grenade!

    Old White: ¡­ I¡¯m pretty sure you can call that an anti-tank grenade¡­

    Escaping Mole: What about the exoskeleton? Have you seen an exoskeleton? Damn it, Red River Town is freaking poor!

    Ample Time: It¡¯s written in the post, please read it carefully.

    Boulder Town had exoskeletons, and not only the basic KV-1, but also series 2 and 3. Even the improved version of Type A and Type B, with prices ranging from a thousand, to tens of thousands of chips.

    It was just like a car in the real world, with different styles, different options, and different prices.@@novelbin@@

    The cheapest basic model was equivalent to selling a power supply and a small motor. The expensive high-end version was not only equipped with armor linings, but also equipped with a helmet with night vision thermal imaging. Even if the same solid-state hydrogen technology was used, the safety and battery life of batteries made of different materials and technologies were very different.

    However, the expensive ones were not on the shelves and usually required special customization.

    After all, ordinary people wouldn¡¯t be able to afford stuff like that. In most cases, the choice of mercenaries was the KV-1, which was slightly more expensive than the rifle.

    It was just that what Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect was that the KV-1 exoskeleton was so cheap on the shelves in Boulder Town, costing only 600 chips.

    The actual production cost may be only half the figure.

    Looking at the posts posted by the yers on the forum, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t help recalling the distant past, when someone used only 200 chips to take away 2 kilograms of Blue Umbre Mushroom from him, and then sold him a set of KV-1 exoskeleton for 800 chips.

    That was Yaya¡¯s hard-earned money!

    How was that person not ashamed of himself?!

    However, thinking that Liszt had spent hundreds of thousands of chips and bought manufacturing equipment from Boulder Town, Chu Guang didn¡¯t bother to care about those chips of the past.

    If he didn¡¯t sell it to him at that time, he would only sell it to the old leech.

    Most of the time, what he could do was not to choose the best of two seemingly good options, but to choose the best of the worst.

    Anyway, he had fulfilled his vow and squeezed the guy dry once.

    <em>No, it was too vulgar to say squeeze.</em>

    <em>It should be a win-win situation!</em>

    ...

 Chapter 252.2: Talent Market

    While Ample Time was busy replying, Shu Yu finally finished all his work, and Shelter 404¡¯s office in Boulder Town was finally sessfully established.

    It covered a total area of ??120 square meters, and there were no publicly shared areas, not including the entrance. There were 3 floors in total, and the monthly rent was 800 chips. The 1st floor was used as a lobby, and the 2nd and 3rd floors were used as hotels for yers to rest.

    In the future, ording to the situation, Chu Guang would consider whether to set up a save point and arrange a few nurturing cabins to be stored there, so that yers could log out in Boulder Town.

    The area near the industrial area in Boulder Town was connected to the grid. 1 chip could buy 10 kilowatt-hours of electricity. Some people would buy a wood-powered generator, or tie sr panels to the roof to generate power themselves.

    There was also a mixture that was used.

    However, buying a generator could easily cost 3 or 4 figures, which was not suitable at this stage.

    The budget was only 10,000 chips, so Shu Yu dared not waste it. After paying three months¡¯ rent and a month¡¯s deposit, half of the remaining 6,800 chips would be spent on decoration and furniture.

    That was the request of the administrator.

    Even if the budget was tight, he had to follow the pictures provided by the administrator to decorate the ce with ¡®a taste of the Adventurers¡¯ Guild¡¯.<em>Shouldn¡¯t it be a chamber ofmerce?</em>

    Shu Yu was a little confused, but he didn¡¯t take it to heart. He just regarded it as the administrator¡¯s personal hobby.

    After renting the venue, he put up themunication base station immediately, hung the antenna on the roof, and disguised it with some inconspicuous objects.

    With it in ce, the yers¡¯ VMs could finally receive messages from the shelter normally!

    But it may be because the wall was too high, the signal was too weak.

    Late at night.

    Shu Yu finally finished his work. He ced his earphones in and got in touch with the administrator who was far away in the outpost. "Sir, ording to your instructions, I have already contacted the local decorationpany for renovation. The decoration of the lobby is expected to bepleted within a week, and the decoration of the second and third floors will also bepleted within 2 weeks."

    "Thank you, you¡¯ve done a great job." There was a voice of approval on the other end and he paused for a while before he continued, "Since the problem of the office is solved, the problem of having employees must be resolved as soon as possible. I need you to hire some local employees who understand the local situation. At least 10 of them. Half of them will be office staff and the other half will be field staff.¡±

    The field staff would be responsible for assisting yers andmunicating with locals.

    That was what Chu Guang promised in the version, and it would provide yers with a more convenient channel to hire NPCs with higher trading levels to help them sell things.

    When there was nothing to do, they could also research the market, gather information, and organize them into reports to be sent back to the shelter.

    Soon, Clearspring City would be lively!

    When the time came, he should be able to hear some interesting news!

    As for the office staff, to put it bluntly, they would be civil servants, including the teller who would be responsible for receiving yers, handling business, issuing missions, and also negotiating other business with locals. ??a??§°????

    If they discovered unemployed engineers, or even blue coats from other shelters, they could also introduce them to Shelter 404.

    Well¡­ That was if they were willing to go.

    "... You can just train the new employees ording to the manual I sent you, and the wages can be appropriately higher ording to market conditions. We can¡¯t count on their loyalty, but we can use benefits to tie them to us. You can handle this yourself, I believe in your ability." Chu Guang¡¯s voice came from the other side.

    Holding the earphones in both hands, Shu Yu nodded seriously. "Okay sir, but now there is a problem¡­ We only have 3,400 chips left in our ount. Even at the minimum standard here, we have to pay an employee a daily sry of 3 chips. Considering that we need to bear their board and lodging, the actual cost may be 4 to 5 chips, and the actual employment cost for a month may be as high as 150. If we hire 10 people at a time, our current funds canst up to 2 months at most.¡±@@novelbin@@

    It wasn¡¯t just the fact that they didn¡¯t have enough funds at the moment! The source of their funds was the problem!

    An institution that provided services to hundreds or even thousands of people couldn¡¯t always rely on the shelter subsidies, not to mention that the shelter did not have so many chip reserves.

    Hearing the worries in his heart, Chu Guang said in a reassuring tone, "Don¡¯t worry, the funding problem will be resolved soon. I hope you don¡¯t have to worry about chips in the future. After the trade route is opened, you will be responsible for bulkmodity import and export business between the shelter and Boulder Town. 10% of the transaction amount will be allocated to your expenses."

    Chu Guang concluded. "But remember, you are not a profit-making institution. You are making a public institution tp serve the shelter collective. I want you to keep that in mind!"

    To put it simply, the assessment of departmental KPIs should not take the retention of departmental funds as a reference. They shouldn¡¯t be wasteful, but they also shouldn¡¯t be too frugal either. They most certainly didn¡¯t need to fight with other departments for funds.

    In the future, if they forget Chu Guang¡¯s orders after they were promoted or if they raised the import price to earn a little more money, they would be in big trouble!

    However, what Chu Guang thought was simple may be a bit difficult for people in the wastnd, so he simply changed it to a way he could understand.

    Of course, Shu Yu understood what the administrator meant, and he couldn¡¯t help feeling a little admiration.

    <em>Not for the purpose of profit, and the interests of the collective take precedence.</em>

    <em>As expected of an administrator!</em>

    <em>No wonder he can rule such arge territory and unite the ill-disciplined wastnders.</em>

    <em>This far-sighted vision, as well as this ideological realm, is indeed not something that ordinary wastnders canpare with...</em>

    ...

    The next day.

    Early in the morning, shortly after the 4 yers got up, they were summoned by the NPC named Shu Yu.

    After putting on the equipment, Night Ten said energetically, "What are we going to do today?"

    Shu Yu spoke in non-standard shelternguage. "Hire. Employee."

    <em>Recruiting new NPCs?!</em>

    <em>Is this something yers can participate in?!</em>

    Hearing these words, the eyes of the yers lit up instantly.

    Especially Night Ten, his whole body shook in excitement. "Will you refer to our opinion?"

    Shu Yu froze for a moment, nced at VM, looked at the subtitles that popped up on the screen, and nodded. "Can."

    Of course, he would refer to their opinions.

    After all, this office was established for them.

    It could even be said that their opinions mattered the most.

    "Hahaha, Noice!" Night Ten shook his fist excitedly, with an expression of excitement written all over his face.

    "...?"

    <em>Noice? What does that mean?</em>

    VM had tranted it, but after reading it for a long time, he still couldn¡¯t understand what the trantion result meant.

    Gale looked at Ample Time helplessly, but he didn¡¯t expect that the dude wasn¡¯t a serious guy either. He was holding his chin and mumbling to himself, "This really needs to be paid attention to carefully... After all, it¡¯s going to be our partner who¡¯s going to spend time with us, day and night."

    <em>Who would refuse a fair-skinned and beautiful girl, who would whisper in their ears to stay safe or they will be waiting for them toe back victorious? </em>

    <em>Even if they simply cheered them on, we will be more motivated to fight! </em>

    Ample Time swore that it was definitely not his personal hobby, It was mainly for the sake of everyone.

    Gale sighed, "We should look at this rationally..."

    Ample Time immediately guessed what he was going to say and interrupted him immediately. "Well said, and you can now shut up."

    Night Ten also choked in, "Go away, I don¡¯t want to be rational!"

    Old White nodded at the side. "<em>Mhm</em>, I actually value gamey more than rationality."

    "..." Gale felt that it was better for him not to talk too much.

    Leading the way was the guard of Liszt¡¯s caravan, a man named Kaeya with an arm in bandage.

    The group turned a few corners and came to a lively market.

    However, it was different from other markets.

    The goods sold on the stalls here were not a dazzling array of goods, but people.

    Some sold others, and some sold themselves.

    "This is the biggest ¡¯talent market¡¯ in Boulder Town! Whether a free man or a ve, you can find them here!"

    "... asionally, you can even see androids brought by caravans from outside, and even good things eliminated from the homes of nobles in the inner city."

    "There is no bigger talent market in Clearspring City. If the people here can¡¯t catch your eye, you can only try your luck in the slums outside. But the quality there is too bad... I think you probably won¡¯t be interested them."

    After making a general introduction, Kaeya smiled slightly, and looked at Shu Yu and others standing to the side.

    "You can take your time, and just be careful of those with obvious tattoos. These people may be gang members, and some are even marauders. They can¡¯t tell who they are and what their backgrounds are, so it¡¯s best to be cautious."

    Shu Yu looked at him in shock. "There are marauders here too?"

    "Of course there is. The gates of Boulder Town are open to anyone. Marauders will not write down what they have done on their faces. But it is actually very easy to distinguish them. Sensing the feeling is apulsory course for an experienced warrior." Kaeya had a confident smile on his face. "Anyway, I¡¯ll be free until dark. If you can¡¯t make up your mind, I¡¯m willing to help you!"

    He was just a temporary worker in the caravan.

    Although he had worked for Liszt for a year, he was far from being a core employee. If the market was not good, he may be fired next year, and he would have to go to the wastnd to make a living.

    It wouldn¡¯t be wrong for him to get on good terms with those before him.

    He knew very well in his heart that without Liszt¡¯s rtionship, those people might not even be interested in talking to him.

    Even his boss needed to please those people, so he would naturally not let go of this opportunity to curry favor with them.

    Shu Yu, who was concentrating on his work, didn¡¯t think too much. After nodding to thank him, he walked forward with the yers.

    This ce was not so much a talent market as it was a refugee camp. It was really big, but the quality was not that great.

    There were many skinny people here, and most of them had sallow faces. They seemed to be living on those nutritional creams that were not nutritious at all.

    There were a few people in neat formal attire, holding a sign full of words in their hands, stating their skills and job requirements.

    Some people simply set up a booth and paid to help others write on the signs.

    <strong>[Zhao Duo, electrical engineer. Expects a daily sry of 20 chips, epts a 12 hour working system, can do carpentry, and can also assemble iron-pipe rifles.]</strong>

    <strong>[Belleci, cksmith. Worked in a steel factory. No matter small tool or a big piece of machinery, they can operate it. Expects a daily sry of 6 chips. 5 chips at the very least if two meals are included, no jobs outside the city.]</strong>

    <strong>[Rim, he can use guns, daggers, ¡­]</strong>

    <strong>[¡­]</strong>

    Looking at the scene in front of them, Ample Time and Night Ten lost all hope.

    "I¡¯ve lost hope for the future"

    "I thought that everyone¡¯s genes have been improved?"

    Looking around, they didn¡¯t see any beautiful girls.

    "The two of you are old yers, alright. Why do you act like you just entered the game for the first time..." Old White coughed dryly, "With the nutritional conditions in the wastnd, it would only be strange if there are many good-looking people here, right?"

    "Mhm, the poor people here are too skinny, but there are some beautiful girls among the mercenaries..." Gale¡¯s eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman in a leather jacket, but when the other party looked over, he looked away reflexively.

    Night Ten argued and gave a counterexample. "But Xiaoyu!"

    Ample Time rolled his eyes at him. "Is she not healthy? Do you think the administrator has mistreated her?"

    Gale nodded andmented pertinently. "Indeed, that little girl seems to have grown a little taller than when we first entered the game."

    It was not just Xiaoyu.

    Most of the younger NPCs in the outpost looked pretty good, especially those who were still developing.

    For example, the boy named Xu Shun next to him, and Lu Bei, who followed Escaping Mole to Red River Town.

    Those were all they could name.

    There were also the tribal people near the outpost, who also gave them some exotic feelings.

    A hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Night Ten¡¯s eyes. "Understood, the goal of this version is to raise NPCs!"

    "..."

    Ample Time grinned in response. ¡°Enterprise-level understanding.¡±

    Gale pped his forehead. "I beg you to be rational."

    ...

    While Shu Yu and the yers were selecting employees, Seal was still sitting behind the wooden table and dozing off at his Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.

    The two dresses in the window were gone.

    It wasn¡¯t that they had been sold. Instead, he leased it to a few people.

    After all, those blue coats would stay for several days. If they didn¡¯t sell in the end, wouldn¡¯t it be a waste of his good position?

    <em>Lost or broken?</em>

    <em>That would be even better.</em>

    Those people who rented them just needed to pay the prices on thebels and the matter would be over.

    Doing business with acquaintances was still very reliable.

    All of a sudden, the door was mmed open, and Seal, who was dozing off, woke up in fright, almost falling off his chair.

    Seeing that it was his old friend Rob who ran the bar, he immediately cursed angrily. "What are you doing? Don¡¯t you know how to be gentle when youe in?!"

    Rob ignored his words. He walked up with bright eyes, pped his hands on the wooden table in front of him, and said hurriedly, spittle flying. "Do you still have that kind of clothes?!"

    "Yes..."

    Rob continued non-stop, "I want all of them! And that sock, the long one!"

    Seal froze for a moment and then finally reacted, "You want them all?"

    Seal, who hadn¡¯t woken up a second ago, sobered up instantly, looked at Rob with a serious expression. "No problem, but it¡¯s Devil¡¯s Silk, and it¡¯s made by a shelter... I¡¯m afraid it will not be easy to get."

    "But¡­" Seal deliberately slowed down, and then said, "For the sake of our rtionship, I can help you find a way."

    Rob, who just revealed an expression of disappointment, immediately grabbed Seal¡¯s hand. He yelled in excitement, "Thanks, you¡¯re my good brother!"

    Seal cleared his throat. "Ahem, chips..."

    "Haha, of course! I almost forgot about that!" Rob chuckled. He let go of his hand, took out a bag of chips withrge denominations, and pped them on the table.

    "Including the deposit, there are 600 chips here! The rest of the money can be used as the deposit for the new purchase!"

    Surprised by this guy¡¯s straightforwardness, Seal quickly put away the chips while looking at him and asked, "Why do you need so many clothes?"

    "You know, I run a bar!"

    "Of course, I know¡­¡­" Seal mumbled.

    "Then you definitely don¡¯t know what happened yesterday. I¡¯m not bragging, you really should have had a drink or two at my ce yesterday," Robb said happily, "When my dancer appeared on stage in that dress, everyone in the bar lost their mind!"

 Chapter 253.1: This Is A Good Sign!

    "... Is this it?" Seal mumbled to himself. It was already the 20th time he was asking himself. Seal repeatedly confirmed the address on the note that he did note to the wrong ce.@@novelbin@@

    The building he was standing in front of emitted sounds of sawing wood and tinkling. No matter how he looked at it, it didn¡¯t look like a hotel.

    "Is there someone named Xu Shun here?"

    "No! How many times do you want me to tell you?!" The man who was doing carpentry at the door replied impatiently.

    Seal continued to ask without giving up, "Then who is the owner here? I have an important client, and this is the address he filled in. I need to find him."

    <em>What does this have to do with me?</em>

    The carpenter thought to himself and said without raising his head. "The owner here has gone out and will only return when it¡¯s dark. If you¡¯re looking for him, just wait here."

    <em>When it¡¯s dark¡­</em>

    Before the sun rose in the morning, it was dark, and it would be dark after the sun set for the day¡­ Because of the carpenter¡¯s bullshit, he had been standing there the entire day!

    The sky was already dark, but the damn guy was still telling him the person he was looking for would only return before it was dark!

    Just when Seal was about to give up, a figure approached from the distance, instantly getting rid of the gloom in his heart.

    Seal called out loudly in surprise as if he had found a money bag on the ground.

    "Hey! Mr. Xu Shun!" While shouting, he did not forget to wave his hand to signal to the other party where he was.

    "Is he your acquaintance?" Shu Yu nced at the guard beside him in shock.

    Xu Shun made a helpless expression. "The residents of the shelter have consigned some stuff with him and signed using my name."

    Shu Yu pinched his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "I see."

    "It seems that there¡¯s news."

    Before the group could reach the door, Seal had already greeted them. He said with a bright smile on his face, "My friend, you are finally back!"

    Before Seal finished his greetings, Xu Shun asked immediately, "Have you sold them?"

    "Yes!" Not minding that he had just been interrupted, Seal continued to yell with excitement, "My customer really likes your... Uh, artwork. And he also mentioned that he would like to buy some more for his collection. I remember you still have a big bag of them, right? If you haven¡¯t found a buyer yet, you might as well sell them to me."

    The eyes of the yers looking at the subtitles suddenly lit up.

    It was especially so for Night Ten. His eyes shone with a holy light. "Holyshit! A fellow man of culture!¡±

    <em>Sell!</em>

    <em>I have to sell it to them!</em>

    Old White had an awkward expression. "It seems that the wastnd also has perverts."

    Gale coughed lightly. "... No matter what, it¡¯s finally sold."

    Ample Time nodded. "The price isn¡¯t bad either. At least Teng Teng should be able to ept them."

    To be honest, no one wanted it even after they asked around in the market before. They basically gave up on selling it.

    In the end, no one expected that after returning from the talent market, the situation would turn around.

    <em>Surely enough, there are still people who can recognize the good stuff. </em>

    Gale tried to analyze it rationally. It was impossible for mercenaries to buy and wear that kind of evening dress with a long hem.

    Civilians had no spending power, and they wouldn¡¯t buy the clothes.

    For someone to be able to afford that many chips, it had to be a nobleman from the inner city.

    No matter who it was sold to, Ample Time still took the pouch from Seal. He counted the number of chips inside that added up perfectly to 480.

    Seal had taken his 20% cut before handing it to them.

    As for whether this guy had secretly raised the price for extra profit, that was up to him. They already set the price they would sell it at and anything else wasn¡¯t their problem. ?????¦¢¦¥?

    There were three gowns and quite a lot of stockings left. There were almost 20 pairs.

    ording to the price of 500 chips per dress and 100 chips for a pair of stockings they were sold for a sky-high price of 3,500 chips.

    Even Shu Yu who was standing at the side couldn¡¯t help but be amazed.

    <em>My goodness.</em>

    <em>This transaction is enough to pay 4 months¡¯ rent!</em>

    Of course, what gamers had in mind was the exoskeletons and other gear on the shelves.

    Half of the 3,500 chips belonged to them, and along with the previous earnings, they could already scrape together a huge sum of 2,000 chips.

    There would be only 1,000 silver coins if they traded it with the shelter, but if they bought a KV-1 exoskeleton or other equipment and took it back and resold it to other yers, they would earn way more than 1,000 silver coins.

    A Miner Type I could be sold for 2,000 silver coins, and as for a KV-1, which had no level requirements should be easier to sell. Reselling it for 1,000 silver coins shouldn¡¯t be absurd, right?

    3 KV-1s were worth 1,800 chips, and could be sold for 3,000 silver coins. It would be a bloody massive profit!

    Of course, that was just an example. There were many items that were more profitable than KV-1. Most items sold in Boulder Town were not avable in their outpost.

    Ample Time intended to start a thread on the official website immediately after he went offline, to work as a purchasing agent and to do pre orders at the same time. Moreover, he could also ask Teng Teng, the rich mommy, if she needed anything.

    "Wait, why 3,500 chips?" After hearing the negotiation ryed by Xu Shun, Seal stared at the several shelter residents in front of him with wide eyes, and questioned angrily. "Did you forget about my 20% cut?"

    "That was on consignment, my friend, but this is no longer the case," Ample Time, who was plotting a scheme in his mind, had no time to talk to him. He replied in his ownnguage, "If you want it, then pay for it."

    Xu Shun ryed what Ample Time said, but it wasn¡¯t necessary.

    Even only understanding a few words, Seal immediately realized what these guys meant.

    <em>Damn it!</em>

    <em>These deceitful blue coat gophers!</em>

    Although it hurt him as if his heart was bleeding, Seal still took out the money he carried with him and reluctantly stuffed it into Ample Time¡¯s hands. "This is the entire cash flow in my store... There are 3,500 chips here."

    Night Ten turned to look at Gale. "Do you believe it? The cash flow in his store just happens to be a round number."

    Gale gave him a strange look. "Do you still mind these kinds of details when you y games?"

    Night Ten sheered. "No, I just thought that the looks of these NPCs in this game are very realistic, even when they¡¯re lying through their teeth.¡±

    "..."

    There was nothing to be courteous with a profiteer, Ample Time took the bag from Seal without hesitation, counted it carefully twice. After confirming there was no problem, he hung it on his waist.

    With a sunny smile on his face, Ample Time said in a cheerful tone, "d you appreciate our art."

    "What you want is inside. Pleasee with us."

    <em>For the sake of art!</em>

    Seal followed in his footsteps with anger, and walked towards the building that was being renovated.

    Although the process was full of twists and turns, he finally got what he wanted.

    Staring at the goods stuffed within the package, Seal made up his mind that he had to squeeze the money out of his old friend.

    However, just as he was about to leave, Shu Yu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped him. "Please wait a moment."

    Stopping at the door, Seal turned his head and looked up and down the young man in front of him. "Anything else?"

    Shu Yu shook his head. "No, I¡¯m just curious who would buy such expensive clothes. Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

    <em>Heh. Do you think I would tell you?</em>

    Although he didn¡¯t show a look of annoyance on his face, Seal spoke without mincing his words. "The person who can afford so many clothes is naturally a big shot. As for who it was sold to, I certainly cannot disclose it. It concerns the privacy of the customer. I hope you can understand."

    The deal was done, and the transaction had beenpleted.

    Seal was about to turn around and leave, but the young man continued to speak, "Oh, so you have connections and do business with big shots."

    Seal said proudly, "Of course, Gray Squirrel Clothing Store has customers all over the wastnd, and I¡¯m not bragging."

    "Really?" Shu Yu continued after thinking for a while, "Actually, we still have many simr products. If you have sales channels, we can consider cooperation."

    "You have more of them?!¡± Seal opened his eyes wide in shock. He hurriedly walked over and urged, ¡°How many more do you have, I want them all!"

    That eager expression and movement revealed the urgency in his heart. Shu Yu¡¯s lips curled up into a smile, but he said calmly, "What I¡¯m talking about is not selling off all the inventory we have, but the ability to produce more. Of course, it will take some time to make the goods, so please leave me an address and I will send someone to find you when it is done."

    "Gray Squirrel Clothing Store, the location is at the entrance of the market nearby!" Seal pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, quickly wrote down the address on it, and politely handed it to the young man in front of him.

    Looking at the young man who took the note, he smiled and continued, "If you still have the goods, please be sure to contact me! Whether it is for consignment or other cooperation methods, my Gray Squirrel Clothing Store is happy to help you!"

    Shu Yu nodded slightly. "I will think about it."

    ...

 Chapter 253.2: This Is A Good Sign!

    Official website forum.

    It was as lively as ever.

    <strong>[Announcement: </strong>Shelter 404¡¯s office in Boulder Town has been established! The person in charge is our friend named Shu Yu. Everyone, hurry up and go harass him. In addition, the chamber ofmerce in the outpost is also in its preparation stages and it has started to recruit yers, so stay tuned!<strong>]</strong>

    Eye Owe Money: This announcement was written by Little Seven, right?

    Old White: It should be, it¡¯s not like Light¡¯s style.

    Lone Wolf: By the way, what is Brother Light¡¯s style? (Curious)

    Gale: Yeah, what exactly is it? Gale also wants to know. What does everyone else think? (Squint eyes)

    Lone Wolf: ???

    Quit Smoking: Damn, this impersonation of Little Seven is really good!Night Ten: Light: Just read my ID. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Sideline cking: Where¡¯s Ample Time? Hello? Why didn¡¯t we see him?

    Spring Water Commander: Exactly! You lucky bastard,e out now!

    When Ample Time is called, Ample Time shall arrive.

    As soon as the yers started to ping him, his ID popped up in the forum.

    Ample Time: I¡¯m back! I just finished editing the post! Today¡¯s gain is quite amazing. The transaction volume is one more digit than yesterday! Not only the clothes consigned in the clothing store, the works of Teng Teng¡¯s Hut were also snapped up by the local residents! We now have a lot of chips. I have sorted out a price list of local products, and if there¡¯s anything you need t, you can pm me. The price is open and transparent! (Grin)

    Tail: Oh damn! Those revealing clothings are sold out! (O¡÷O)?

    Sisi: Is this the world of adulthood? (o¡ã¦Ø¡ão)

    Quit Smoking: Teng Teng is awesome!!

    Irene: Sure enough, sex is the driving force for the continuous progress of society. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Gale: It¡¯s not necessarily urate to say that. After all, clothes in the hundreds of chips are not affordable to ordinary people. Through my rational analysis, it should have been bought by the nobles from the inner city.

    This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: Lmao, what do you mean by clothes with three-digit prices are not affordable to ordinary people? My family runs a clothing store. The cheapest clothes we sell are at least 999 dors, and the expensive ones and reach nine-digits and above. I can only state that you guys are still too naive, and have never seen a true tycoon. This world is much moreplicated than you imagined.

    Old White: ¡­ Are we talking about the same topic?

    Teng Teng: !! Will the gown I designed be worn by those nobledies at their dance parties?! (¡î¨Œ¡î)

    Night Ten: Definitely! Maybe soon, Teng Teng¡¯s Hut will be trending in Boulder Town

    Irene: Bing a household name is no longer a dream. ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: Sigh... As expected of the wastnd, they have too open of a mindset, I really can¡¯t ept that kind of clothes. (¡ä©\¦Ø©\)

    Night Ten: Is it because the clothes can¡¯t cover certain parts? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Yaya: (*- ¦Ø -)??¨t¤Ò¨s

    Irene: (Scared.jpg)

    Teng Teng: What the hell?! What are you thinking! Those clothes are not what you think they are, okay? Besides, with your figure, it won¡¯t fit you. That kind of high-end feeling... Anyway, it¡¯s only suitable for those who are kinda skinny... ???????¨§?

    Yaya: Wait a minute, I can¡¯t pretend that I didn¡¯t hear this. Are you calling me fat?!?! (¦Ò`§Õ¡ä)¦Ò

    Teng Teng: No, I didn¡¯t mean that. QAQ

    Tail: I can testify! Master is not fat at all, just a little bigger than usual! (///¦Ø///)

    Yaya: ?!?!?!?!

    Sisi: Would the designer please tell us who is more suitable to wear the clothes?

    Teng Teng: For example... Boss Xia?

    <em>Boss Xia?</em>

    Chu Guang, who was browsing the posts, felt that Xia Yan probably wouldn¡¯t be able to ept those kind of clothes. Her sry was not low, so if she liked it, she would have bought it long ago.

    Mercenaries were keen on leather goods, whether it was a leather jacket or a small leather coat.

    Compared with clothes made of fibers, animal leather could better resist biting and cutting damage, and it would not be too ufortable in rainy weather.

    <em>Moreover¡­ I can¡¯t imagine that woman in that dignified evening dress...</em>

    Chu Guang tried to think about it for a long time, but he could only imagine a certain woman tripping clumsily by the hem of the dress, which made himugh uncontrobly.

    Xia Yan, who was reading a book not far away, looked over suspiciously. "What are youughing at?"

    Chu Guang coughed lightly. "It¡¯s nothing, I just thought of something funny."

    "Something funny?" Hearing something funny, Xia Yan became interested. She put down the book from her hands, and waited expectantly for him to continue talking.

    Listening to stories was much more interesting than looking at those little tadpoles-like words!

    But Chu Guang did not intend to go into details. "I¡¯ll tell you when you finish reading the study material."

    Xia Yan rolled her eyes and picked up the book again. "<em>Tch</em>, stingy asshole!"

    Instead of bothering Xia Yan who was learning Chinese, Chu Guang returned to theputer screen.

    The topic discussed by the yers seemed to have shifted from how much a piece of clothing should be sold tomit cultural conquest of another world.

    Some people proposed to make traditional chinese clothing and officedy uniform, but soon, some people mentioned that too much materials were required and therefore not cost-effective.

    Soon someone asserted that regardless of products they needed to sell, they could first introduce the bnce payment system and suck the blood of the wastnders.

    Although they had big brains and good ideas, it still seemed to Chu Guang that they were thinking too much.

    Although the NPCs in Wastnd Online were called NPCs in the setting, that was only a setting rtive to the yers.

    Those people weren¡¯t stupid.

    Chu Guang even dared to attest that once someone found a substitute for Devil¡¯s Silk, there would be a lot of counterfeit products being produced.

    There were no trademarkws or patents in the wastnd. Everyone was using items that had been thoroughly researched by pre-war civilizations. Even if a new invention came out one day, who dared to im that the item was invented by them?

    "Someone will definitely find out that polyamide can be an alternative material."

    That was a type of thermostic resin, which could be made by polycondensation of adipic acid and hexamethylenediamine. Not only it could be used for socks, but also utilized in various mechanical and electrical parts, including bearings, gears, pulley pump impellers, des, high pressure sealing ring and so on. The chemical nt in the outpost also produced a small amount of this stuff, and the biomass oil provided by Camu Tree was a good raw material.

    There was no question about it.

    Even Mosquito could make it, so Boulder Town could definitely produce it. At most, it was just because no one had explored this market possibility yet.

    "I didn¡¯t expect that the clothes made by Teng Teng¡¯s Hut would sessfully enter the upper ss market of Boulder Town."

    "It was a pleasant surprise."

    "If this style of clothing can be popr in the upper ss and form a trend, then creating a lower-cost substitute product and promoting it in the lower ss market might just work!"

    Devil¡¯s Silk products took the high-end route, and nylon silk textiles could open up the market!

    A smile appeared on Chu Guang¡¯s face. "I¡¯m simply a genius!"

    <em>Making clothes and socks is toome?</em>

    <em>Who cares!</em>

    It was reasonable for the light industries to earn foreign exchange to subsidize heavy industries.@@novelbin@@

    As long as it could develop, there was no need to care too much about the means.

    The only thing that needed to be verified now was the eptance of the locals.

    Chu Guang¡¯s eyes subconsciously fell on Xia Yan¡¯s knee.

    Xia Yan, who didn¡¯t pay much attention to reading to begin with, felt his sinister gaze and tensed up reflexively. She asked in a low voice, "Wh-what..."

    "Nothing."

    <em>Never mind.</em>

    It was meaningless to refer to the perceptions of beauty of just Chu Guang himself or the yers.

    Even if Chu Guang felt it was good, it did not mean that the consumers in the wastnd would think the same.

    It was better to test it out in the free market.

    Chu Guang had enough confidence in his yers.

    Teng Teng¡¯s clothes had conquered Boulder Town¡¯s high society which was a good sign!

    Xia Yan frowned and stared at him cautiously. "?"

    Averting his gaze from Xia Yan, Chu Guang turned on the VM and was about to release a mission to the yers in the chemical nt, but his fingers paused.

    <em>Emmm¡­ Speaking of which.</em>

    <em>What should be the appropriate name for this mission?</em>

    ...

    It was 10:00 at night and Clearspring City was like a silent tomb, but Boulder Town next to the third-ring seemed to be a different world. Many blocks were even livelier than during the day, like some hypedds dancing on graves.

    Stress needed to be relieved no matter the era.

    Human desires could not be satisfied from just food.

    From a big ss of watered down beer to three-figure priced special cocktails, people would always look for ways to add some fun to their lives.

    With the explosive music and dazzling lights, the bar, Queen of the Night, near the inner city, was as full as ever.

    On the purple couch sat a man hugging the dancers on both sides.

    The leather shoes on his feet were made of the Deathw skin. They were made by the famous designer of Ideal City, and coated with gold paint from the top to the sole.

    Would the paint wear off on the soles of the shoe?

    Was that something he needed to be worried about?

    He could just get a new pair if it faded! Besides, he did not need to climb mountains and wade through water just to make a living like the wastnders.

    His name was Yang Kun, the owner of the Sequoia Forest Logging Farm. He owned a lot of properties in the south, and also operated two real estates in the outer city. He even had a caravan and a mercenary group under hismand.

    In this bar, he could be regarded as a well-known celebrity.

    "Rob, my little Rob, you really have more and more fun varieties here."

    The two beauties in his arms were wearing the same ¡®artwork¡¯ that Seal got from blue-coated people earlier.

    After putting on the pure white evening dress and knee socks, the two beauties gave off a feeling that was coquettish yet pure, superficial yet noble, and erotic yet elegant.

    The tititing feeling was simply amazing!

    With a smile on his face, Rob answered sycophantically, "It¡¯s my pleasure to make you happy."

    Yang Kun nodded and said slowly, "The clothes are perfect, but there is one annoying defect."

    Rob immediately asked, "Please tell me, we will definitely improve in the future!"

    Yang Kun sighed, "They are too sturdy."

    Rob was taken aback for a moment, but when he met the familiar eyes of the old customer, he instantly understood what he meant.

    The twoughed in unison.

    "Hahaha, you are so humorous!"

    "Thank you, you¡¯re not bad either."

    Yang Kun, with his arms wrapped around the two dancers, stood up, and shook the ck card between his fingers. "Get a room for me, I¡¯m a little tired and want to take a nap."

    "Right away!" As he watched the honored customer heading upstairs, Rob¡¯s heart was full of excitement and passion.

    He had a strong premonition that it wouldn¡¯t be long before he really became the Queen of the Night.

    Oh wait. Actually, he was supposed to be the Emperor of the Night!

 Chapter 254.1: You Look Like A Man Who Can Make A Fortune

    Queen of the Night was not the only bar in Boulder Town.

    While Rob was dreaming of dominating the nightlife of Boulder Town, the Pirate¡¯s Bay Tavern from the next street was also cheering for the goodies from the northern suburbs.

    "Psychoid drinks?! Damn, where did you get all those goodies during the winter?" The man sitting in front of the bar counter looked at the bottles and jars on the shelves with an envious and yearning face.

    His name was Ante, the leader of Red Rocket Mercenaries. He had about 40 to 50 people under hismand, and including himself, he had 6 ability users.

    If he was outside Boulder Town, he would have more than enough influence and power to be a tycoon like the old leech, not to mention a local despot.

    Unfortunately, he could only be the head of a local mercenary group in Boulder Town.

    There were way too many people like him, and no one would deliberately memorize the name of a mercenary group or how many people they had.

    Because it was pointless. After all, they might switch their line of work, or even not be around the next day.

    The bartender standing behind the bar counter did not seem to have heard his question. He only responded in a leisurely tone while casually polishing a ss. "200 chips."Ante¡¯s eyes widened in shock, and he yelled in disbelief, "200 chips?! For that 200ml bottle? Are you out of your mind?!"

    The bartender nced at him, the expression on his face unwavering. "These are the premium goods that haven¡¯t been diluted. It takes at least a kilogram of psychoid leaves to extract 200ml of essence. I believe that you won¡¯t be stupid enough to gulp it down in one go."

    The concentrated psychoid was rtively safe to consume as long as it was less than 20ml. Many mercenaries would just mix it with their wine, or dilute it with water.

    Generally, 20ml of concentrated psychoid drinks mixed with 200ml of purified water could produce a bottle of psychoid drinks with the best effect, which would provide 2 hours of fearlessness for the user.@@novelbin@@

    Those 2 hours were very crucial.

    After all, most battles would end within half an hour, and 2 hours in one¡¯s best state could help them tremendously.

    He didn¡¯t expect the tavern to have undiluted premium psychoid drink like that.

    There was a look of surprise on Ante¡¯s face.

    If it was a chip per milliliter, the price was actually eptable. It was especially so during winter, when it was difficult to get a lot of psychoid leaves.

    "Give me 5 bottles then!" Said Ante, pretending to ept the price reluctantly.

    The bartender turned around skillfully, took 5 bottles from the shelf, and ced them on the table. "That will be 1,000 chips."

    Ante mmed a bag of chips on the table in a huff. "It¡¯s all here¡­ Damn it, I didn¡¯t even get to keep the money long enough before it went into your pocket. You¡¯d better get me some good jobster!"

    "The winter is already over. Do you still need to worry about not having jobs?" The bartender smiled slightly, opening the bag to check the chips inside before cing it in the drawer under the counter.

    After pondering for a while, he continued. "Red River Town is currently preparing for war. The price they offered isn¡¯t bad from what I¡¯ve heard. It¡¯s 300 red tickets and blue tickets for a 6 month contract. Whether it¡¯s men or women, as long as you can ship them to the south, you¡¯ll be able to make money. You can even send them to me if you can¡¯t find a distribution channel. Are you interested?"

    "Are there any closer jobs?" After receiving the psychoid drinks on the table, Ante lit a cigarette for himself. "6 months is just too long. I need something short-term for the beginning of the year."

    The Enterprise¡¯s caravan would be arriving in 2 or 3 weeks soonest, or 2 months if they werete.

    Ante nned to try his luck in the Among Clouds Province this year.

    It wasn¡¯t just to earn money, but to also get himself and his brothers in the mercenary group some bionic prosthetics, as well as some reliable equipment.

    He had heard that there was a fierce battle going on with the mutant humans in the Among Clouds Province. If he could stay there for a year or two, he might be able to retire early and return to his hometown with glory. ?????¦ÏB§¦??

    No one would be a mercenary for a lifetime. Not even ability users.

    Looking at the man in front of the bar counter, the bartender said thoughtfully, "Then you can only wait for the Tide."

    Ante raised his eyebrows. "There will be one this year?"

    "I¡¯m not exactly sure, but the probability is high," the bartender shrugged, and continued, "After enduring for the whole winter, not only do the animals have to forage, but those rotten creatures also need something to chew on. Moreover, it snowed so heavilyst month. It would only surprise me if nothing happened during the spring."

    <em>Tide</em>.

    Ante licked the corner of his mouth, a look of excitement shing in his eyes. It would be a great opportunity for him!

    Every time the "Tide" broke out, the big shots in Boulder Town would throw in a lot of chips to mobilize those mercenaries to the front line.

    Veteran mercenaries like them would not die as easily as the other cannon fodders in the fight with the mutants.

    Moreover, they would be able to take the opportunity and make a fortune!

    It was much easier than making money off the caravans. After all, the risk of dying in the battle with mutants on the battlefield was far less than getting sniped in a fight with marauders.

    "Give me 10 more bottles!" Ante was preparing for a big fight.

    If the Tide really broke out this year, then the price of scarce supplies like that would definitely soar. He couldn¡¯t go wrong to stock up on it while it was on sale.

    A smile appeared on the bartender¡¯s face, as he calmly epted the chips Ante handed over. He then ced 10 more bottles of psychoid drinks on the table. "I¡¯ve always been a good judge of character. You look precisely like someone who can make a fortune!"

    ...

    <strong>[Mission: </strong>Opening the market<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Description: </strong>The products of Teng Teng¡¯s Hut are getting popr in the inner city of Boulder Town. In order to enrich the life of the wastnders, we need to develop inexpensive products that are more affordable for ordinary civilians. This will both bring in foreign exchange and reduce our industrial costs...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Reward: ¡­]</strong>

    <strong>[Issuer: </strong>Xia Yan<strong>]</strong>

    In the chemical nt of the new industrial zone.

    Numerous yers discovered this mission from the mission panel.

    Although the mission description was long-winded, it was actually very easy to understand.

    <strong>[Remarks: </strong>Shelter 404 requires more polyamide to make more stockings in a variety of colors and transparencies, so hurry up and go to produce them.<strong>]</strong>

    However, the yers¡¯ focus was not on the content of the mission, nor the generous rewards being offered, but on the issuer of the mission.

    <em>This name...</em>

    <em>Is this really not a bug?</em>

    "Goddamn! Boss Xia is into this kind of thing!" Discovering the unusual detail in the mission panel at a nce, the yer standing next to the production line shouted out in surprise as if he had discovered an easter egg in the game.

    But soon someone noticed that the matter seemed to be much moreplicated.

    "Wait, why does the tone of the mission description sound like the administrator¡¯s?"

    "Agreed, Xia Yan has never spoken so much nonsense when issuing missions."

    "HOLY SHIT! Why does it feel even more exciting?!"

    "Who cares? Let¡¯s hurry up, brothers! Let¡¯s go!"

    "Ok, Ok!"

    "Ohhhhh, ck stockings shall conquer the wastnd!!"

    "Genuine question. Are you all nning to wear it on your head?"

    The raw materials for producing polyamide could be found in the NPC¡¯s warehouse. Even if the yers could not find it there, they could just ce an order with the warehouse keeper, or directly ask on the forum for help.

    The number of yers who had filled in the application was increasing, and there were even more people watching the fun. asionally, there would be a few very capable yers.

    Although the manufacturing conditions were backward and the production methods were quite outdated, the group of yers with chemical backgrounds was still working feverishly. They each aired their own views and attempted to explore production methods that were more suitable for the wastnd.

    Even though the workforce for the chemical industry had been severely saturated in reality, these yers were still highly wanted talents within the game. They were all big shots in the eyes of other yers and wastnders.

    Both Lifestyle Profession yers and Combat Profession yers could not deny the fact.

    Cooking and fishing? Everyone could do it.

    However¡­ Research and production was different.

    In fact, it was not just the mission received by the chemical nt, the legendary achievements of wealth aplished by the Bull and Horse Squad, as well as the Teng Teng¡¯s Hut had also sparked the enthusiasm of every yer who had read the strategy posts, including cloud gamers.

    Endless creative ideas emerged one after another on the forum, and were carried out within the game by another group of yers with great hands-on ability.

    Mosquito was one of them.

    That crazy fuck couldn¡¯t stay idle, even for a minute.

    Especially after his Anti-Cracklew Crab grenade got mocked on the forum, he decided to learn from the pain and invent something useful.

    He wasn¡¯t bragging, but he really made something useful.

    It was a detachable steel te specially made for the KV-1 exoskeleton, which could perfectly defend against bullets fired at the chest.

    Among various bulletproof materials, steel tes were always the most cost-effective choice. The only disadvantage was its heavy weight, and the ricocheted bullet shrapnels may injure the soldiers¡¯ jaws and wrists.

    However, this was not a problem at all for exoskeleton users. With a proper design, most of the heavy load could be distributed to the frame of the exoskeleton, and the issue of shrapnel ricocheting could also be resolved by implementing a protective cor.

    This type of heavy individual armor may not have much significance in the 21st-century wars, but it did have great uses in the wastnd dominated by streetbat.

    Especially when dealing with marauders, no one could predict which direction the attack woulde from, let alone what equipment the opponent had.

    Many mercenaries would weld steel tes on their KV-1, but typically, there were no standards, and were based entirely on their own experience.

    <em>Perhaps these sorts of standardized detachable parts would sell really well?</em>

 Chapter 254.2: You Look Like A Man Who Can Make A Fortune

    It was not just Mosquito, the entire industrial zone was looking for new ways to profit off the new map.

    Chu Guang was both pleased and grateful for their enthusiasm.

    It was a relief to see that the yers were having a stronger understanding of the game. He could focus more on macro decision-making, rather than wasting time on micromanaging.

    Fortunately, thend remation work wasing to an end in a few days. Chu Guang could finally end the expansion, distribute the mission rewards to the yers, and n for the next step.

    Otherwise, everyone would just go to make money on the new map, rather than tending to thend.

    ...

    "God! I¡¯m finally back!"

    The north entrance of Longevity Town.

    A caravan full of goods stopped at the unloading point of the gate. Qian Duo found Liszt and handed over the ount book to his boss, while Liszt found Luca to begin calcting the value of the goods, as well as deciding the settlement amount.Staring at the reimed field to the west, Escaping Mole, who had been taking a breather, was entirely gobsmacked by the sight. "... Fuck me, did the map get updated?!"

    He had only been gone for half a month. But when he returned, thend had bepletely different!

    Not only had the 6,660,000 square meters of field been reimed, but there were also corn cobs scattered around in the open near the north gate to dry.

    <em>Goodness, gracious.</em>

    There were at least tens of tons of corn cobs.

    It was astonishing!

    Coming out of the granary, Makka Pakka was startled after noticing Escaping Mole, whose appearance was like a refugee. "Damn, Mole?! What happened to you?"

    Escaping Mole rolled his eyes. "What else? I¡¯m looking at the new map!"

    Makka Pakka looked at him strangely and continued, "What took you so long toe back? I thought half a week was more than enough for that trip."

    Ample Time, that lucky bastard, already went to Boulder Town for a second time!

    Taking 2 weeks for a round trip was seriously too long!

    Escaping Mole answered helplessly, "The original n was to be back in a week, but anything can happen on the road. It would have taken us another 2 or 3 days toe back. So this is already fast enough." ???¦­£Ï?¦¥?

    Makka Pakka was surprised. "What exactly happened? Did you run into a Deathw?"

    Escaping Mole revealed a smug smile and replied, "No, what we encountered was much more exciting than mutants. A war has broken out in Red River Town."

    Makka Pakka¡¯s eyes started to sparkle suddenly. "A war?! With whom?"

    "Who else? The only shit-stirrer in the entire River Valley Town is the Bonechewer n. Before I left, I heard the NPC of our caravan say that the two brigades of the Snake n had already blocked the passages to the north and west of Red River Town. It was said that a third brigade was on the way to cut off the road to the east."

    "Of course, Red River Town isn¡¯t a pushover either. Several mine and business owners had joined hands to hire more than 20 mercenary groups, as well as train arge number of soldiers. It was said that they had 10,000 soldiers... But to be honest, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s even half of that.¡±

    "To be on the safe side, we had to take a detour from a settlement called Garbage City in the south, and then head northwest from there to return to the original route... Something like this." Mole drew a ¡®V¡¯ sign in the air with his forefinger, and that was roughly what their journey back would look like on the map.

    Butpared to his unfortunate trip, Makka Pakka was obviously more interested in another matter. "Wait! What is Garbage City?"

    <em>Is it a hidden area?!</em>

    "Uh, how can I describe it? It¡¯s a survivor stronghold that¡¯s neither small nor big. I¡¯ll draw and post it on the forumter. Anyway, it feels much smaller than Boulder Town, and it¡¯s much further than Red River Town." Having that said, Mole smirked. "This is also what surprised me the most. I didn¡¯t expect the map of this game to be so much bigger than I imagined! Some survivor strongholds in the game¡¯s lore have actually been properly set up."

    "I¡¯m making a bold assumption here but I believe some areas such as the Ideal City in the game¡¯s lore have already been patched into the game. Perhaps some of the content isn¡¯t finished yet, that¡¯s why the developers did not bring it up."

    If the assumption was correct, maybe it was really possible to reach the legendary Ideal City just by walking eastward.

    However, there was still an issue of being unable to save the gaming progress along the way. Without the VM signal, as well as not knowing the map, it was somewhat unrealistic to go there on foot.

    Makka Pakka looked envious as he listened to Mole telling the stories of those distant ces.

    At this time, the administrator equipped with an exoskeleton came over from the north gate of Longevity Town.

    "Thank you for your hard work!" Chu Guang looked at the yer Escaping Mole, who now looked like a refugee, and said gratefully. After giving out the reward, he added, "Go take a shower."

    The stench he had was really revolting!

    Escaping Mole scratched his head in embarrassment. Probably knowing the stench he had was unbearable, he decisively went to the south gate to wait for the bus.

    The battles along the way had made him level up by 1, but it made him even more anxious as he could not find a save point.

    Chu Guang looked over at the goods that the caravan was unloading.

    In addition to the rifles Liszt bought from him, there was also a batch of goods that were his own, which had been sold by Liszt on amission basis.

    In total, that batch of arms was traded for an approximated 50 tons of mineral resources, 20 tons of shec and insect powder used for improving soil fertility, as well as 25 two-headed oxen.

    Liszt brought along his apprentice, Qian Duo, and walked up to Chu Guang. "Nearly 70% of these goods are yours. I want to exchange the remaining 30% with rifles and go back to Red River Town to trade for more raw materials there."@@novelbin@@

    Although it would also be a decent choice to trade for psychoid leaves, as it was easier to sell them for chips, the caravan gone to Boulder Town had not returned yet, and he could not allow his other caravan to just sit there and do nothing.

    Before Qian Lai returned, he nned to make another trip to Red River Town to trade for more scarce resources that Longevity Towncked.

    It would be the same to settle with psychoid leaves then, and he might even be able to exchange for more than currently possible.

    After listening to Liszt¡¯s n, Chu Guang nodded and continued, "I¡¯ll give you a product list once the unloading ispleted at the warehouse. In addition to rifles, we also sell a bunch of other good stuff."

    Liszt raised an eyebrow. "For example?"

    Chu Guang replied with a modest smile. "Death Roar Rockets, Hell Breath Motorcycles, 88mm mortars, Lance 20mm anti-tank rifles, and various other corresponding shells... These goods have all been field-tested. We have already used them to defeat the northern marauders once, and when the weapons are all ready, we n to teach them a lesson again."

    "You can tell your friends in Red River Town that they can trust uspletely. The Bonechewer tribe is everyone¡¯s problem. We will support their war with real actions."

    How could selling rifles and bullets make more money than selling cannons? The former could be made by anyone, but thetter could not be easily put together by a few small workshops.

    The research on 37mm Kontos had beenpleted, and its firepower was much stronger than the 20mm Lance. Its pration depth in a 100 meters range could even reach more than 70mm!

    This firepower was more than enough to deal with ordinary light-medium armor!

    Not only Steel nt 81¡¯s products but Goblin Technology¡¯s products were also improved tremendously. The uracy of its rockets had shrunk from an early error of 1 kilometer to within 200 meters now.

    To seek further improvement in firepower and uracy, the development and experiments could only be continued on the battlefield now.

    The war in Red River Town was undoubtedly an excellent weapon testing ground. The distance of hundreds of kilometers made it difficult for a direct conflict to break out, and the Bonechewer n was amon enemy for all survivor settlements in River Valley Province.

    Since someone was willing to contribute to the development of the arms industry of Shelter 404, Chu Guang would certainly not miss this opportunity to develop this distribution channel for his factories.

    Not to mention that the buyer had a lot of human resources and mines within their hands. Maybe when this war was over, he would be able to buy out the entire Red River Town.

    Knowing that Chu Guang still had so many goods in stock, Liszt¡¯s eyes lit up and a bright smile appeared on his face. "With your assurance, the mine owners of Red River Town will absolutely be overjoyed! They¡¯ve been tortured enough by those barbarian¡¯s armored pickups. Your anti-armor experience and weapons would certainlye in handy!!"

    Chu Guang gave a faint smile. "Not just weapons, we also provide well-trained soldiers and military instructors, and if there¡¯s a need, we can even sign a long-term employment contract with them."

    Liszt responded with excitement, "I¡¯ll ry your offer to them. There shouldn¡¯t be any problems!"

    Shelter 404 had already defeated the Snake n once. It was a well-known and widespread fact.

    From Liszt¡¯s standpoint, of course, he hoped that the war wouldst as long as possible. Only then could he earn more chips.

    Hearing Liszt¡¯s promise, Chu Guang beamed with joy. "I¡¯ll send 2 teams of 10 to escort you."

    The distance was quite long. But with dormant cabins as save points, it would not be a big issue. If anyone died, he just needed to send new yers over.

    It was better to hold Snake n in Red River Town than to face both the Snake n and the Fang n at the same time.

    Furthermore, the yers would get their mission, the people of Red River Town would be safe, and he would get the resources of Red River Town. If the cooperation was satisfactory, and with proper management, Shelter 404 may even be able to establish a permanent military base there in the future.

    It would be more than just a win-win situation.

    It would be a tremendous victory.

 Chapter 255.1: Expansion Pack, Rewards Settlement

    <strong>[Server Announcement:</strong> "Forging Swords into Plows" expansion pack is officially over!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>The total number of participants in this event is 1,100 people, the total area of ??reimednd is 14 square kilometers, 1,700 sets of basic agricultural tools have been produced, and 17 mechanized agricultural equipment have been modified...<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[Farmer Profession Gamey Is Now Open: </strong>yers can now sign up to be a farmer with Luca at Longevity Town. Uponpleting the signing-up mission, the yer will get the wastnd remation basic set presented by the system. When a yer¡¯s nting skill proficiency reaches level 1, they can apply for 1,900 square meters of arablend. At level 3, they can apply for 6,600 square meters of arablend. At level 6, they can apply for 66,000 square meters of arablend and 9,990 of constructionnd, and at level 8, area restrictions will be lifted and they can be promoted to a farm owner and start brand new gamey!<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>yers with an area of ??more than 44,000 square meters ofnd remation this time will automatically be awarded the title of "Wastnd Remation Master", and their nting skills will be automatically upgraded to level 6.<strong>]</strong>

    <strong>[</strong>The event point settlement list has been sent to every yer¡¯s ount. The lucky draw and prize exchange function will be opened at 6:00 in the evening on the same day. Thank you for your active participation! The test data of the expansion will provide a valuable realistic foundation for the public beta of Wastnd Online!<strong>]</strong>

    As usual, the announcement was posted at the peak time when yers were going offline.

    In less than a minute after the announcement was made, the entire forum buzzed with excitement.

    Tail: Surprised! The expansion pack is over!!!!¡Æ((?§¥?¥Î)¥Î

    Sisi: Huh?! I thought it wouldst until the end of the month¡­ Damn it. I¡¯m only 1 point short from another lottery ticket.Quit Smoking: Sigh, unlucky ones like me don¡¯t expect anything. I just hope that I will get the minimum basic reward. T. T

    Sideline cking: By the way, what¡¯s the basic reward this time?

    Irene: I don¡¯t know. But can¡¯t you have some hope? The draw hasn¡¯t even started yet, but you only want the basic reward? How are you different from a salted fish? ( ?¡ã ?? ?¡ã)

    Darkest: The grand prize is a... Holy shit! Heavy cavalry exoskeleton?!

    Battlefield Cheerleader: How much is the Type 5 light cavalry exoskeleton?!

    Old White: 10,000 silver coins¡­ And middle-ss citizenship.

    Night Ten: Oh my god¡­ Then doesn¡¯t it mean that this thing is probably worth more than 50,000 silver coins?!

    With the announcement of the prize pool, the focus of almost all yers and cloud gamers were attracted by the only set of Type 6 Heavy Cavalry exoskeletons!

    There was only one in the reward pool and it was the best gear the yers could have in the game currently!

    Whoever drew it would have it!

    Although it was police equipment, it was a genuine pre-war product. Whether it was in the game¡¯s lore, or the panel data in the game, it was the top existence of its ss!

    Even the Type 5 exoskeleton was inferior to it.

    Who would be the lucky bastard this time became the biggest suspense of this lucky draw!

    As for those vouchers of 10, 50, and 100 silver coins, as well as the PU-9 submachine guns and Ripper rifles that sneaked into the prize pool, few people paid attention to them. ?£ÁN?B¨§?

    ...

    "Good."

    In the Administrator¡¯s Office in Shelter 404.

    Sitting in front of theputer screen, Chu Guang looked at the yers who were chatting excitedly in the forum, with a fatherly smile on his face.

    The expansion Forging Swords into Plows had ended perfectly, and the spring plowing n alsopleted the most critical and difficult first step.

    Counting thend reimed by the NPCs, the total arablend area of ??Shelter 404 had reached an astonishing 23,377,266 square meters, which greatly exceeded Chu Guang¡¯s original n of 19,980,000 square meters.

    With this arablend, if the situation was optimistic, Shelter 404 could not only amodate more than 10,000 disced wastnders but also recruit another 10,000 yers and provide them with basic game experience.

    "This should be the first sessful expansion since the game wasunched!"

    At least there was no bug that affected the game experience where the yers couldn¡¯t be resurrected.

    Also, he managed to find a group of yers keen on farming.

    As a game designer who also wore several different hats, Chu Guang was quite satisfied with his job.

    Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner charging, quietly raised the camera and took a sneak peek at Chu Guang¡¯s side profile.

    <em>Master seems to be in a good mood. It shouldn¡¯t be a problem if there is some bad news, right?</em>

    "Master."

    Hearing Little Seven¡¯s voice, Chu Guang looked at the paper bin in the corner. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    Little Seven continued in a low voice, "Our budget for this month is a bit over the limit."

    Chu Guang raised his eyebrow a little. "How much did we exceed it by?"

    Little Seven buzzed, "Hmm, you have invested 2.21 million silver coins in spring plowing alone. ording to your preset algorithm, this not only far exceeds our monthly financial ie, but it even exceeds the total social output of the shelter this month¡­ Is it really okay?"

    <em>Huh? So much more?!</em>

    There was a momentary surprise on Chu Guang¡¯s face, but he calmed down soon. "It¡¯s okay. Just a little deficit is not a big problem."

    Mobilizing yers to reim wastnd was not without cost. Whether it was the mission reward or the prize pool of the final draw, everything cost money.

    On average, each yer earned 2,009 silver coins from the expansion.

    At that point, it was meaningless to calcte the average.

    Because the ie of some hard-working yers were obviously 2 or 3 times that of other yers, and some yers who were not interested in farming went to do other things after doing the farming mission only during the first few days.

    What is the concept of 2.21 million silver coins?

    Productivity is different from the social environment. This money cannot be directly converted into RMB, but it can be used as a reference.

    The LD-47 assault rifle representing Shelter 404¡¯s industrial products was priced at 200 silver coins, and a 7mm bullet was 1 silver coin.

    At the same time, the purchase price of green wheat, the most representative wastnd food, was 1 silver coin per kilogram, and the selling price was 2 silver coins per kilogram. The purchase price of potatoes was basically twice this figure. Corn was originally the same as potatoes, but it was on sale recently, so its purchase price and selling price dropped by 20% and 30% respectively from the benchmark values.

    Without considering the price fluctuation, 2.21 million silver coins could buy 10,000 rifles, and also buy out all the grains stored in the outpost¡¯s and Longevity Town¡¯s granaries 3 times!

    But Chu Guang was not worried.

    First of all, less than 40% of the 2.21 million silver coins were sent directly to the yers¡¯ VMs, and more than half of them entered the business ounts of Lifestyle Profession yers or were distributed in kind, which had little impact on prices.

    The use of funds in the business ount was subject to strict restrictions and ount checks.

    Chu Guang had already considered these issues several versions ago.@@novelbin@@

    Getting yers to register apany and set up a dedicated business ount was exactly for a situation like that!

    "... Moderate intion would help to promote social prosperity. You can understand it as I borrowed 2 million silver coins from my own bank to expand production. This arablend will be turned into grain to fill our granary in autumn, so it¡¯s not exactly a deficit.¡±

    "In addition, now that the trade routes to Boulder Town and Red River Town have been opened up, caravans from far away wille here soon to take things that we don¡¯t need to farther ces. As long as we control the trade surplus and make money off those passing by merchants reasonably, these trade routes will absorb arge part of the intion.."

    Little Seven tilted its camera up and down, still slightly confused.

    Although it didn¡¯t understand it very well, judging by its master¡¯s confident look, it felt that it shouldn¡¯t be a big problem.

    "By the way, Little Seven."

    Little Seven squeaked, "What¡¯s the matter, master?"

    Chu Guang continued, "When will level B4 be unlocked? Winter has already passed."

    Before, the poption hadn¡¯t reached the limit, so Chu Guang was not anxious at all. But as the neers gradually became veteran yers recently, Chu Guang also gradually began to feel anxious.

    Daily active missions with low ie and low threshold were basically all done by neers. After all, yers like Midnight Pubg who were keen on cutting trees after awakening were a minority.

    ording to Chu Guang¡¯s attempt, the behavior of aboriginal people would not be counted in thepletion progress of daily activities.

    In other words, the number of newbies was linked to the reward points he could get every day. Before, he could get about 15 points a day on average, but recently it had dropped to 8 to 9.

    Although an old yer was much more valuable than a new yer, there were some jobs that had to be done by someone.

    Only with a continuous injection of fresh blood can a virtuous cycle be formed. This thing is the same as the poption. It is not good to increase too much at one time or not to increase at all.

    Little Seven thought for a second before responding, "Hmm, I don¡¯t know, master. The information that I obtained is basically what you already know... Maybe the time condition has not been met? For example, it might be set to a certain number of years before opening?"

    Chu Guang couldn¡¯t helpining, "If it¡¯s set to 312 of the Wastnd Era, doesn¡¯t it mean that I won¡¯t be able to see the level B4 before I die?"

    Little Seven buzzed, "Huh? It shouldn¡¯t be that long, right?"

    "..."

    <em>What the hell?</em>

    <em>Never mind. There¡¯s no point in arguing with an AI.</em>

 Chapter 255.2: Expansion Pack, Rewards Settlement

    Chu Guang opened the Administrator Menu of the Shelter System with his own administrator privileges and dragged his index finger on the screen continuously.

    However, after looking over and over for a long time, he only saw the long list of daily active missions. There was no sign of level B4 authority at all.

    <em>Does this shelter only have 3 floors?</em>

    <em>Impossible¡­</em>@@novelbin@@

    <em>Based on the design of Shelter 117, many facilities of this shelter have not been unlocked yet!</em>

    <em>But since I can¡¯t get the mission, it¡¯s useless to be anxious.</em>

    The eyes of Chu Guang, who gave up his search, finallynded on the Administrator Allowance section.

    <em>I actually saved 457 bonus points this month.</em>

    <em>The cans and choctes in the refrigerator have not been finished yet, and I haven¡¯t opened loot boxes for a while. I didn¡¯t expect to save so much.</em>"Master?" Looking at Chu Guang who got up from the chair, Little Seven tilted the camera.

    "I¡¯m going to wash my face." After leaving this sentence, Chu Guang left the office and walked towards the living area on level B2 with great interest.

    <em>457 bonus points!</em>

    <em>I¡¯ll be able to get a lot of good things!</em>

    Perhaps because of washing his face in advance, the prizes that were opened out of the loot boxes this time were unexpectedly good, and even Chu Guang felt a little pleasantly surprised.

    The 4 advanced loot boxes included a hummingbird drone, a set of Type 5 light cavalry, a set of Type 6 heavy cavalry exoskeleton, and a thermal imager with 1 to 6 times magnification scale.

    The thermal imager was a weapon essory. There was an adjustable width groove under the scope. It should be used for the Type 10 assault rifle of the Federation of People¡¯s Army, but it was not a big problem to use it on other guns. In addition to the magnification ratio, there were 3 basic modes that could be adjusted, which were very easy to use.

    Chu Guang nned to arrange an auction before the next version, allowing yers to decide how much it was worth.

    As for the Heavy Cavalry exoskeleton, it was probably the most valuable of all the prizes, and it was also the second one he had drawn so far.

    Probably because he had run out of good luck on the advanced loot boxes, the other five intermediate loot boxes and seven basic loot boxes all gave mediocre rewards. They were either bandages, sprays, choctes, or lollipops.

    "Is there a candy factory hidden under this shelter?" Putting away the candies on the conveyor belt, Chu Guangined silently in his heart.

    <em>Oh well. I¡¯ll just give them to Xiaoyu as snacks.</em>

    ...

    The next day.

    In the square of the outpost, there was a crowd of people chattering loudly.

    Everyone was waiting for 6:00 at night, which would be 6:00 in the morning in the wastnd. The lottery function and thend, title, and other reward exchange functions would be opened! ???£Î??¨§?

    Although the nner imed that the chance of winning prizes was not affected by the number of people in the lottery draw, there was only 1 special prize after all, and it would be over when it was drawn.

    So everyone went online as soon as possible, for fear that this only chance would be snatched away by some lucky bastards.

    Silver Hand: Oh God please bless me. My requirements are not high, just let me win a set of KV-1!

    Silver¡¯s Father: Oh devs, please bless me. My requirements are not high, just give me a set of Miner I exoskeleton!

    Silver Sword: What the heck! You call this not a high requirement?!

    Elf Wang: Exactly! There is no such thing in the prize pool!

    Silver¡¯s Father: Haha, we must have hope. What if there is a bug?

    Irene: @Light Hello, your equipment has a bug and cannot be used normally. We¡¯ve reced it with a 10% discount voucher for the KV-1 exoskeleton for free. Please give us a good review¡­. LOL.

    Quit Smoking: Damn, that would be too shameless!

    Yaya: If I won the special prize I don¡¯t mind everyone else here being single for life!

    Elf Wang: What the hell do you even need that thing for!

    Quit Bullshit: Exactly! Why do you need to use an exoskeleton to pick mushrooms?!

    Yaya: Whatever I use it for is none of your business! And who said that I can only pick mushrooms? I just want it!

    When the time finally arrived, tens of thousands of loot boxes were opened at the same time. As soon as the yers logged in. The VM screens on the yers¡¯ arms in the square flickered with lights for a while. Some were glowing green, some were glowing purple, and some didn¡¯t glow at all. It was so spectacr to watch!

    All the yers checked the prizes they had drawn one after another. From time to time, some people pumped their fists excitedly, and some sighed in regret.

    And at this moment, a loudugh suddenly overwhelmed all other noises.

    "Ha ha ha ha!"

    "I got it! I got it!"

    Looking at the golden window that jumped out on the VM screen, Spring Water Commander seemed to have lost his mind, dancing with excitement.

    Battlefield Cheerleader standing next to him subconsciously took a step aside and stayed away from him. "Are you losing your mind?"

    "Get lost, I won the jackpot!"

    Battlefield was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly. "What! Are you saying¡­ ?!"

    "What did you get? Let me see!" Darkest moved over curiously before Battlefield Cheerleader could finish speaking. However, as soon as he saw the screen, his eyes instantly widened in shock. "Holy shit! Fishy! This is so fishy!"

    Taking a closer look at the VM, Battlefield Cheerleader was silent for a while, as if he nned to use his silence to fight against the injustice of fate.

    After a while, he looked at Spring Water Commander with a serious face and put his hands on the shoulders of his good brother. "Brother Spring..."

    Seeing his envious look, Spring Water Commander said with a smile, "What?"

    Battlefield Cheerleader looked at him pityingly. "Your butt must hurt.¡±

    Darkest roared withughter. "Pfft."

    Spring Water Commander snapped, "Screw you! I had 10 consecutive draws, alright! Is it really too much for me to get it? I am an intelligence type yer who has cultivated 37,000 square meters ofnd. Do you think it is easy for me?"

    In order to improve the efficiency ofnd remation, he even removed the welded steel tes on the Miner I exoskeleton.

    How could they doubt his hard work?

    This was clearly because the devs had noticed his efforts!

    It would¡¯ve been fine if he didn¡¯t say this, but it was even more irritating to other people after they heard him.

    Battlefield Cheerleader growled, "You even have the audacity to say this! You think only you had 20 consecutive draws! I also had 20 consecutive draws!"

    "That¡¯s right! Why the heck did I only get a bunch of garbage?!" Darkest also protested, although his event point was only enough to draw 6 times.

    "This is not fair!"

    "Not fair at all!"

    "Unless you take off your pants to prove that you didn¡¯t have a backdoor deal with the devs!"

    "Damn, are you all perverts?!"

    Seeing that there were more and more unlucky yers who didn¡¯t get a good reward around, Spring Water Commander dared not stay here any longer. He didn¡¯t even dare to im his award and ran away before being surrounded.

    Standing on the third floor of the nursing home, overlooking the square, Chu Guang also had a look of surprise on his face.

    The draw took less than 10 minutes but the special prize had already been drawn¡­

    "Is this guy so lucky?" Chu Guang muttered to himself.

    Frankly speaking, the rate of the lottery was public, and each person received a random number which corresponded to the prize. The number they received would be clear to everyone and Chu Guang never paid special attention to anyone. There was no reason for him to do so either.

    Even for Old White, who had the best rtionship with him, Chu Guang didn¡¯t secretly change his chances of winning the lottery.

    And was it worthwhile having a backdoor deal with the group of shameless guys?

    If he had to, he would definitely look for someone with big boobs.

    Little Seven tilted the camera. "Master, do you want to lower his drop rate next time?"

    Chu Guang shook his head. "That¡¯s unnecessary and hical."

    It was a lottery draw after all and he was doing it just for fun.

    As long as he could distribute the equipment, it didn¡¯t matter to him who got it.

    Being able to be resurrected was the biggest advantage of the yers, the nurturing cabins were their strongest magic equipment and other equipment was merely made toplement them.

    This was also the reason why Chu Guang allocated the drawn Type 5 Light Cavalry exoskeleton to the guards first.

    Some functional NPCs who held key positions would not respawn after they died, and the cost of retraining was too high. Besides, for the yers, they were all partners who they needed to spend day and night with, so it was necessary to focus on protecting them.

    In any case, the equipment was always in the hands of Combat Profession yers.

    It was much better than being a limited edition skin for Yaya¡­

    ...

 Chapter 255.3: Expansion Pack, Rewards Settlement

    "Well damn, I won a tractor!"

    In Longevity Town.

    Beating Tiger scratched the back of his head and said in a daze. "Uh, is this thing expensive or cheap?"

    When Makka Pakka next to him heard it, his face was full of envy. "Damn you lucky bastard! The price of the tractor seems to have risen to 5,000 silver coins now!"

    Most people couldn¡¯t afford such arge piece of equipment, and they would basically all rent it from Goblin Technology or Steel nt 81 if they needed it.

    Longevity Town had purchased a few recently, but it seemed that they were all used by NPCs.

    Although the price was not as high as the exoskeleton worth 10,000 silver coins, in the eyes of farming yers, this was much more useful than any exoskeleton.

    Makka Pakka¡¯s biggest dream was to own 10 tractors of his own, a farm of over 6,660,000 square meters ofnd, a vi the size of a football field, a dozen maids to massage his back and legs while he sat on the edge of Linghu Lake to watch Quit Bullshit fishing.

    Someone has realized one percent of his dream.<em>God damn it.</em>

    <em>This group of neers is too lucky!</em>

    When Beating Tiger heard that the tractor was worth 5,000 silver coins, there was a surprise expression on his face. "Holy shit! Can it be sold?"

    Makka Pakka said immediately, "I¡¯ll give you 2,000 silver coins for it!"

    That was all the money he had, but he believed it was worth it!

    "Get lost." Beating Tiger rolled his eyes. "With that price, I might as well use it myself."

    Ignoring Makka Pakka, Tiger immediately went to Luca to take the job as a farmer. After confirming the mission, he drove a tractor in high spirits to work in the field.

    Although dealing with thend in reality sounded a bit boring, how could it be the same in the game?@@novelbin@@

    In reality, you are working for others, but in the game, you are working for yourself!

    When his nting skill proficiency reached level 1, he would be able to contract a piece ofnd, and at level 8, he could be a farm owner! He would be able to buy arge field on the north shore of Linghu Lake!

    Thinking of this, Beating Tiger felt motivated all over his body, and felt that the future was bright, and the dream of bing a farm owner was in front of him.

    <em>Awesome!</em>

    <em>Just do it!</em>

    Looking at the rising smoke, the yers at the entrance of Longevity Town were envious for a while.

    <em>Oh, mount.</em>

    <em>This should be considered a mount, right?</em>

    ...

    Looking away from the smoke floating in the distance, Eye Owe Money nced at his VM with a pained expression. "Unlucky!"

    "I¡¯m so god damn unlucky."

    Construction Boy: "Don¡¯t think too much, just move bricks for me."

    Eye Owe Money asked suddenly, "Do any of you want a voucher? I¡¯ll give you 10% off."

    Sideline cking nced at him. "How many do you have?"

    "Ten!"

    When they heard that this guy actually drew 10 vouchers, the two of them were shocked instantly.

    "Well damn! Is your luck really that bad?"

    "Are you serious? Isn¡¯t there a minimum prize?"

    Eye Owe Money sighed. "There is, but I got it once already. Because of that, I got a Sickle assault rifle. Do any one of you want one? I can¡¯t possibly use two." ?¦¡??¦¢?S?

    Seeing the pitiful look of Eye Owe Money, Sideline cking sighed and patted him on the shoulder vigorously. "It¡¯s okay, we got the mercenary contract, so our luck is not too bad."

    Construction Boy nodded and tried tofort him. "Indeed. Don¡¯t think too much, brother."

    The mercenary contract was a gamey that the mission system had just updated this morning. It seemed to be a new system developed for the purpose of testing the mercenary profession.

    To put it simply, after getting the mercenary contract in the mission column, yers above LV10 could sign up to be team leaders, and then recruit yers into the team.

    The maximum number of team members was 10, and there was no level limit. After one hour, the total evaluation score of each team would be counted, leaving the top 5 teams to roll the dice to decide who would take the contract.

    The mercenary contract this time was to support the defense war of the survivors of Red River Town, and the attacker was their old opponent, the Snake n of the Bonechewer n.

    The price offered by the employer was quite generous, 50 silver coins per person per day, 500 silver coins per day for 10 people. Killing a marauder would get a bonus of 20 silver coins, and killing a team of ten would get 500 silver coins.

    They didn¡¯t need to stay in the trenches like the private soldiers of the mine owners. They just needed to give full y to the advantages of their mobility and cooperate with the defense n of the local defenders to execute the mission.

    These missions were usually full of risks, but the rewards were also quite generous. After returning, the silver coins they earned may be able to buy the most expensive Type 5 exoskeleton in the NPC store!

    None of the yers standing here had fear on their faces, but were full of energy and excitement.

    After plowing the field for a month, they already craved for violence!

    Also receiving the contract was the Mole Squad, and the leader was Escaping Mole who could be regarded as their old acquaintance.

    Afterpleting the preparations before departure, they walked over. "We¡¯ll need to leave at 9:00 in the morning, and we¡¯re ready. How long do you need?"

    Sideline cking froze for a moment as he watched the Mole Squad walking towards them. "Holy shit¡­ You guys look so professional!"

    They all wore cement gray overcoats, with steel helmets on their heads, and everyone carried the same style of gun bags, ammunition bags, bandages, water bottles, and an engineering shovel on their waists.

    Their weapons were different. Some people had light machine guns on their backs, some had submachine guns on their waists, and some only carried grenades, or an outrageously long Lance.

    In addition, they all had a gas mask made of a stic bottle around their necks.

    Compared with this group of Wehraboo, Sideline cking felt like his group was a group of rebels.

    "This is called adapting to the battlefield environment. Do you understand?" Escaping Mole smiled and handed over a gas mask. "The sand wind there is a bit strong. Do you want one? I happened to have some left. It¡¯s not expensive. Only 100 silver coins.¡±

    Sideline cking rolled his eyes. "Fuck off. All you need are three stic bottles, a piece of gauze and a little charcoal, and the cost is less than 5 silver coins. You think you can scam me easily?"

    Escaping Mole was shocked to hear what he said.

    He had watched tutorials on the Inte for a long time before he learned how to make it. "Damn it. You know how to make it too?"

    Sideline cking chuckled, "What do you think?"

    ...

    Not far away.

    At the north gate of Longevity Town, the caravan had assembled at the unloading point.

    The administrator, who came by car from the outpost, was handing over the goods to Liszt, the owner of the caravan.

    The amount of goods traded this time was more than double that of the previous one. In order to prove his strength to potential allies, Chu Guang took out a lot of valuable inventory.

    Their deal included 40 Death Roar rockets, 400 Sickle assault rifles, 60,000 rounds of 7mm bullets, 15 Lance anti-tank rifles, and nearly 500 20mm armor-piercing shells, high-explosive shells, incendiary shells, etc.

    In addition, there were twotest products of Goblin Technology, 88mm mortars and 200 shells.

    This batch of munitions with a total weight of 45 tons required 8 tracked trucks to load them, and the total value was as high as 500,000 silver coins!

    Of course, this was the price for domestic sales, or the price that the shelter purchased from the industrial area.

    Even if it was sold in an NPC store, it was impossible to sell it at the original price, let alone export it.

    The shelter had to make some money from it after all.

    Chu Guang¡¯s requirements were not high. The reserve price was 1 million silver coins, and it didn¡¯t matter if the other party didn¡¯t have a reserve of silver coins. It could also be paid with grain, minerals or ves.

    ording to the purchase price of 1.5 kilograms of iron products for one silver coin, it was equivalent to 1,000 tons of steel!

    Of course, using steel as a reference was just an example. There were many steel and aluminum materials that could be recycled from the ruins near the new industrial zone.

    What the outpost reallycked was phosphate rock and sulfur rock. The struvite mine by theke was enough for agricultural consumption. It may be difficult to meet the needs of industry.

    Looking at the trucks full of goods, Chu Guang showed a satisfied smile.

    <em>Sure enough, trade brings in money!</em>

    The trip could generate a profit of at least 1 million silver coins, and the big hole left by the spring plowing n on the statement would be filled up in the blink of an eye.

    <em>Intion? Nonsense! It was nonexistent.</em>

    As long as arge amount of resources could be obtained from the outside, as long as the banknotes could be stuffed into the pockets of outsiders, no matter how much banknotes were printed, they would not be able to flood their own pockets.

    Right now, they were only sending caravans over. When the people from Red River Town knew that they could buy arge amount of arms from them, they would definitely send caravans on their own ord.

    There were not only mine owners there, there were also many merchant organizations like Horseshoe Merchants Association that did business with mine owners.

    "20 ability users?! Where did you get so many ability users?" Standing beside Chu Guang, Liszt asked enviously.

    Chu Guang smiled lightly. "This is a business secret."

    "Okay, I was just asking." Not expecting Chu Guang to tell himself such a thing, Liszt cleared his throat, changed the subject and continued, "The caravan we sent to Boulder Town has just crossed the edge of the fourth ring and will arrive at the outpost this evening at thetest. Time is money. If possible, I want them to make another trip. Is there anything else you guys need? Do you need daily necessities?"

    Chu Guang thought for a while and replied, "I can give you another ton of psychoid leaves, and this time you just need to exchange them for chips."

    Liszt was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile. "Chips? I thought you guys were more inclined to barter."

    Chu Guang exined, "That was before. When trade is infrequent, bartering can reduce risks. But the situation is different now. I n to reserve some chips¡­ You can understand it as foreign exchange reserves."

    If the steel factory needed to import a piece of equipment, or hire an engineer from Boulder Town, it was impossible to exchange it with steel temporarily, or ask Liszt for help every time.

    The significance of establishing foreign exchange reserves was not only to pay the rent of the outpost office in Boulder Town, but also to facilitate the Lifestyle Profession yers in the industrial area.

    If they needed to purchase equipment or hire foreign talents, they could directly exchange silver coins with chips from the shelter¡¯s bank.

    Liszt said with interest. "Foreign exchange reserves? It sounds interesting. It¡¯s a bit like a currency exchange in the market."

    "A currency exchange?" Chu Guang raised an eyebrow curiously.

    Liszt nodded. "That¡¯s right, CR of the Enterprise and Dinar of the Army can be traded there, but basically the price is different everyday. Some merchants from other ces usually visit there when they leave Boulder Town to get rid of unused chips. If they¡¯re going west, they would exchange chips with Dinar, and if they¡¯re going east, they would exchange chips with CR."

    Chu Guang stroked his chin. "Sounds interesting."

    That was interesting information.

    Chu Guang nned to ask Shu Yu to pay attention to see if silver coins could be traded there, or if there were any conditions that needed to be met.

    If he could stuff silver coins into the pockets of Boulder Town, he could make money off them even more easily.

    "Is it? Maybe. Some people even make a living from it, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯s very promising. Trading currency is as unreliable as the daily quiz of the Voice of Boulder Town. There is basically no hope of getting rich from it.¡± Liszt took out his pocket watch, nced at it, and closed the gold-ted cover. "It¡¯s almost time, there are still 5 minutes. If your people are ready, our caravan can leave at any time."

    Chu Guang looked at the twenty eager yers beside the caravan and said. "You may set off now."

    "My soldiers are already ready. Actually, they can¡¯t wait to go¡­¡±

 Chapter 256.1: Expedition to Red River Town

    It was exactly 9:00 in the morning and the caravan departed on time. As ck smoke was emitted from the steep exhaust pipe, 10 trucks that ran in tracks loaded with munitions set off in unison, heading towards the east.

    ording to the n, after leaving Longevity Town, the caravan would travel eastward along the interprovincial highway, pass the deserted Highway Town and Chaowei Battery Factory, and then head southeast. After making a long detour to bypass the area controlled by the Bonechewer n, they would arrive in Garbage City. From there, they would head north to Red River Town.

    Because the vehicles were full of goods, everyone else could only walk beside the trucks.

    Well, it didn¡¯t really make a difference. Even if there was space, no one would want to sit in them.

    After getting off the interprovincial highway, they wouldn¡¯t be traveling on proper roads. Even if the trucks could travel because of the tracks they ran on, no one would be able to withstand the bumpy ride.

    In addition, all the trucks were loaded with ammunition. The drivers didn¡¯t dare to drive too fast.

    Even if those shells were generally safe, who could guarantee that there would be no ident during the bumpy ride? If they didn¡¯t want to cause a major ident, they could only be extra careful.

    In addition to the bumps on the road, the biggest threat was the birds, beasts, insects, and snakes lurking in the forest and mud.

    Whether it was a burly monster or a beast that would keep its body close to the ground when sprinting, it could pose a substantial threat to the caravan guards who mainly used light weapons.In addition to these dangerous species, there were also flies the size of washbasins and mosquitoes with long arms. Those mutant creatures that seemed to have no fighting power should not be taken lightly.

    Some red-headed and green-headed flies had even evolved the ability to attack from long-range, spraying white eggs as thick as a thumb. Those eggs contained a lot of bacteria. Even though they didn¡¯t do much damage directly, if theynded in wounds, it would most likely be infected. Maggots might even grow in them. If they weren¡¯t treated in time, the victim would die a disgusting death.

    Only God knew how many dangers were hidden in the wastnd.

    "... After passing the snow field ahead, we will enter the deserted wilderness." Walking beside the caravan, Escaping Mole picked up the binocrs and looked towards the southeast. "It was probably a small town before, but the houses there are basically reduced to concrete scum. Only a half-copsed opera house still remains... We encountered a Deathw there before, and there were bones on the ground. I don¡¯t know if they belonged to marauders or mercenaries."

    In fact, the snow had almost melted, leaving only a thinyer of ice on the ground.

    There were puddles everywhere and a few pinches of green shoots had already emerged from the mud.

    Life on the wastnd was far more tenacious than people imagined.

    "Will we encounter it?" Elf Wang asked eagerly.

    "No. We¡¯re here to deliver goods, not to hunt," Mole put down the binocrs. "We¡¯ll go around itter to avoid it. So we won¡¯t meet it unless the beast takes the initiative to find us, but this possibility is very small."

    A Deathw¡¯s IQ was much higher than that of normal monsters, and its intuition for danger was far stronger than that of ordinary mutants.

    A Deathw rarely took on arge group of people unless the group was intruding on its territory.

    There was a high probability that it wouldn¡¯t take the initiative to attack strong groups who wandered over.

    Also, within a 1 kilometer radius around a Deathw¡¯sir, there was a high probability that they would not encounter particrly dangerous carnivorous mutants.

    Hearing that they would not meet one, the faces of several nearby yers showed signs of regret.

    Irene sighed, "Speaking of which, I haven¡¯t eaten the meat of a Deathw yet¡­ Of course, it¡¯s not that I want to eat it, I¡¯m just curious about what it tastes like."

    Eye Owe Money chuckled, "as expected of Irena. The wastnd gourmet, confirmed!"

    Irene rolled his eyes and snapped, "Fuck off."

    Eye Owe Money raised his head, looked at the clouds in the sky, and sighed, "100 kilometers... How long will it take us?"

    <em>Don¡¯t they have things like a portal in this game?</em>

    <em>Or a mechanism that can help yers travel to the destinations with just one click on the mini-map?</em>

    Escaping Mole turned on the VM and nced at the map. He pondered for a while and then said, "If it wasn¡¯t for a detour, it might take us 2 or 3 days to get there. But now, it will take us 5 or 6 days." §²??¨®?¦¥??

    Construction Boy protested, "Why don¡¯t we just take out those marauders? I think we can absolutely do it!"

    Eye Owe Money added, ¡°Yeah! We¡¯ve defeated them before."

    ncing at the two confident idiots, Sideline cking couldn¡¯t help butin, "That¡¯s enough, we¡¯re here to deliver goods, not kills for free."

    There was not just 1 brigade, but 3 of them! They might have 5,000 to 6,000 people in total! Even if they were chickens, it would still take some to kill them all! Not to mention the fact that those people were seasoned marauders¡­

    Not only did they have awakened squad leaders, but also themanders of the Army. If the attackers didn¡¯t exploit their weaknesses, it would be very difficult for the survivors of Red River Town to protect their territory.

    A hint of excitement shed in Sideline cking¡¯s eyes.

    <em>A bnced fight?</em>

    <em>Good.</em>

    <em>This only makes the fight even more interesting!</em>

    Eye Owe Money and Construction Boy nced at each other, the expressions on their faces suddenly bing awkward.

    "Are you anxious?"

    "I wasn¡¯t, but I am a little now¡­"

    "By the way, if we die and go back... Doesn¡¯t it mean that all our time will be wasted?"

    "Fuck! Is it still toote to change teams now?"

    "Maybe¡­ Can we ask Escaping Mole if they still want more people?"

    "???"

    ...

    It was just past noon.

    Less than 4 hours after the caravan headed for Red River Town left, the caravan returning from Boulder Town arrived at the south gate of the outpost.

    Looking at Gale and Night Ten with bandages on their bodies, there was a surprised expression on Quit Smoking¡¯s face. "Damn, are you two injured?"

    Old White smiled. "When we came back, we were followed by marauders. There were about 20 of them, but it was not a big problem."

    Although Old White said that it wasn¡¯t serious, from the expressions of the ¡®NPCs¡¯ in the caravan, it was obviously not as easy as he described.

    The leader, Qian Lai, still had a terrified expression on his face.

    And the guard next to him was injured again. He remembered that before they set off, one of his arms was already wrapped in bandage. Now, the other arm was also wrapped up.

    Quit Smoking was full of suspicion. "Really? Those marauders knew how to ambush you?"

    Ample Time exined, "It can¡¯t be counted as an ambush. We found them a long time ago. They obviously knew it and followed us all the way. We can¡¯t move fast with the goods, and we can¡¯t get rid of them. They probably weren¡¯t sure about our strength, so they dared not to get too close. They just followed behind us to wait for the perfect opportunity to make a move."

    "When we got to the edge of the fourth ring, they probably felt that if they didn¡¯t make a move, they would have no more chances. So they finally couldn¡¯t help but attack us, and then we fought with them in an alley."

    Quit Smoking¡¯s eyes sparkled with joy. "Ohhhh that¡¯s exciting! How many did you kill?"

    "Half of them. They ran away halfway through the fight." Old White raised his chin with a smile and pointed to the back of the caravan. "There, we also caught 2 alive."

    Next to a two-headed ox, 2 dejected men in animal skin clothes were tied by chains and hung on the body of the beast, and there were two guards watching from the side, keeping a close eye on them.

    On another ox not far away, there was seized equipment hanging. Except for a few iron-barrel rifles that were never used by neers, there were actually 2 assault rifles and a grenadeuncher.

    Night Ten, with a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, cursed, "Motherfucker, I knew there were marauders in the slums! As soon as we left, I could feel that we were targeted!"

    Gale said calmly, "There is no doubt about it. If I were from the slums, and I saw a group of rich businessmen passing by my eyes every day, I would definitely find a way to get some money from them."

    Unlike Night Ten, he was shot in the thigh. However, the opponent used a steel-core bullet, which passed directly through his leg, so the problem was not serious.

    Ample Time nodded in agreement with what the two teammates continued, "Indeed, those marauders probably came out of the slums. I can even guess that as soon as we arrived, they were already on to us."

    ?Where did the marauders in Boulder Towne from?

    It was impossible for them to appear out of nowhere.

    As thergest survivor settlement in the entire southern part of the River Valley Province, Boulder Town absorbed people from across the province and even from neighboring provinces.

    It was impossible for so many people to flood into the city, and there were not so many ces in the city to amodate so many people, let alone so many jobs.

    The vast majority of people could only build a shed outside the city and do some jobs that the city people didn¡¯t want to do. Over time, slums were formed.

    The sprawling slums were a hotbed of chaos and crime, not only rich in mercenaries, cannon fodder, and scavengers, but also marauders.

    It was said that the gangs in the slums would even do business with marauders and help them sell stolen goods, and the ck market there would always sell things that were notmon in the city. So helping to keep an eye on some rich-looking caravans naturally would not be a problem for those people.

    But why didn¡¯t Boulder Town care?

    That was a question that had a lot of implications, and it was also a no-brainer.

    From the standpoint of Boulder Town, they could answer the question.

    <em>Why bother?</em>

    "Anyway, we finally came back alive." Old White looked at Night Ten, "You and Gale go back to the shelter to save your progress first. His injury is fine, but you have to go to the infirmary for minor surgery."

    The nurturing cabin had the effect of elerating recovery. Generally, small wounds would only take yers a few hours of lying inside to heal. It was the same even if it was the intelligence type yer. While waiting for their characters to recover, yers could also save their progress, which could be said to be very convenient.

    As for some non-disabling serious injuries, it would usually take a day or two. If it exceeded 3 days, most yers would choose to save their progress and kill themselves.

    A mere bullet wound was nothing as long as the bullet could be taken out.

    At the beginning, Old White nned to use alcohol to clean Night Ten¡¯s wound and help him take out the bullet by imitating those NPCs.

    It was a shame the position of the bullet happened to be stuck on the subscapr joint.

    Old White tried to take it out with tweezers but failed, and he didn¡¯t dare to use too much force to turn a small problem into a big one, so he wrapped the wound with a bandage again.

    Although Old White failed to get the bullet out, his action startled those NPCs nearby.

    However, it was understandable.@@novelbin@@

    One was rummaging over the wound with tweezers, and the other was impatiently urging the other guy to hurry up. The main point was that the 2 of them weren¡¯t using anesthetic!

    Such fearless behavior was somewhat incredible, even if the wounded was an ability user. Even until now, there was still admiration in the eyes of the caravan guards when they looked at them.

    Night Ten nodded. "Okay, what about you and Ample Time?"

    Old White chuckled, "We still have to deliver the things we ordered, and we have to submit the mission to the warehouse managerter."

    Thanks to the great sales of Teng Teng¡¯s products in Boulder Town, they didn¡¯t make a trip in vain this time, and they also made a lot of money.

    After some discussion, instead of exchanging the 2,000 chips they earned for an exoskeleton, they bought a second-hand hydraulic breaker at an auction house.

    The hydraulic breaker could be used to process the coarse material of cement, and it could also be used to break up concrete block waste. If they ordered one from the steel nt, it would cost at least 5,000 chips, so being able to buy it with 2,000 chips could be considered a great deal.

    Although there were maically confined sma cutting machine tools that could produce some sophisticated instruments, the inert gas used as the cutting fluid and the fusion battery for energy were not cheap after all, and some heavy equipment was still very scarce in the outpost.

    Exchanging the chips intomodities and shipping them back to sell to other yers was just a one-time deal, and at most, they would make a difference in price. But if they bought production equipment and shipped them back, it would be a steady stream of ie!

 Chapter 256.2: Expedition to Red River Town

    At present, the demand for building materials in the outpost was soaring, and what was needed the most for the current version of the game was obvious.

    Together, several people from the Bull and Horse Squad quickly decided to add a new cement production line on the basis of the original brick production line, and at the same time produce recycled cement bricks made of concrete waste.

    After all, it was said that the cement nt in Boulder Town also used concrete waste that could be found everywhere on the wastnd, and they had already mastered the technology of recycling construction waste.

    The next time they went to Boulder Town, Old White nned to look in the talent market to see if he could hire someone who understood cement aggregate recycling technology.

    It was said that the outpost office could be entrusted with recruitment and applications could be made with Luca or the warehouse manager. The sry could be settled with silver coins, which was very convenient.

    In addition to the things they bought themselves, there were about 2,000 chips belonging to other yers, some of which had been exchanged for items they required, and some of them were left over.

    For example, the things belonging to the rich mommy Teng Teng.

    Her requests included a 220 kilogram sewing machine with its own power unit and intelligentponents and 21 remaining chips.

    "Delivering the packet to Teng Teng¡¯s Hut?" Night Ten¡¯s eyes lit up, and he snickered, "Take me with you. I want to help.""Help my ass," Gale rolled his eyes, "Look at how swollen your arms are."

    Night Ten snickered, "Come on, it¡¯s just a game. It doesn¡¯t hurt anyway!"

    While they were talking, Teng Teng arrived at the south gate.

    Seeing the caravan stopped next to the unloading point, she walked up and was about to ask if the goods she ordered had arrived, but then she saw the bandages on Gale and Night Ten¡¯s bodies. She couldn¡¯t help asking in a low voice, "Are you guys all right?"

    Before Gale could speak, Night Ten next to him cried out. "AHHHHH! No, we¡¯re not doing so great. I took a bullet in the shoulder. It hurts like hell."

    Teng Teng¡¯s eyes widened in shock. "Ah?! Then, go to the infirmary quickly..."

    "Okay, stop pretending," Old White rolled his eyes at Night Ten. He looked at Teng Teng who was at a loss for what to do, took out 21 chips from his pocket, and handed them over, "The stuff you ordered is on the back of an ox. It¡¯s more than 200 kilograms, so you won¡¯t be able to carry it. We will help you to move it to your shopter."

    "That¡¯s great! Thank you!" Teng Teng nodded gratefully, but she didn¡¯t have the nerve to take the chips. She nced at Gale and Night Ten next to her and said in a low voice, "I don¡¯t need the rest of the chips¡­ You can just treat it as medical expenses."

    "Take it." Old White stuffed them into her hand and said with a hearty smile. "Don¡¯t listen to those two idiots. It doesn¡¯t hurt to get injured in this game. Besides, we should be the ones thanking you instead. If it weren¡¯t for your artwork, we wouldn¡¯t be able to afford the big equipment we wanted to buy."

    "But¡­" Teng Teng still hesitated.

    "We have already received the agreed remuneration, as much as it should be," Old White shook his head and said, "We don¡¯t do such hical things and apply extra charges." ?????¨°????

    Hearing what he said, Teng Teng stopped insisting, expressed her gratitude again, and silently epted the 21 chips.

    However¡­

    Seeing that Old White got all the thanks, Night Ten was not happy at all. "Huh?! What do you mean it doesn¡¯t hurt at all?! It also hurts a little bit, okay?!"

    Gale continued with a nk expression, "I have objections, only Night Ten pretended to be hurt, I didn¡¯t scream."

    Old White smiled embarrassedly and scratched the back of his head. "Uh, this... I didn¡¯t pay much attention. Night Ten was too exaggerated and I¡¯m just an honest man. I can¡¯t stand him bullying a little girl."

    Night Ten sneered, "Get lost! I think you¡¯re just trying to pretend to be a nice guy in front of her¡­ Bah!"

    Gale also raised an eyebrow in agreement. ¡°Yep."

    "???"

    Looking secretly at the three people arguing with each other noisily, Teng Teng felt her cheeks heating up slightly

    She felt that those people seemed to have a really good rtionship.

    It was so good that it made her suspect that their rtionship might be more than just friendship. It may even be¡­

    Not noticing the unnatural expression on Teng Teng¡¯s face, but instead noticing a light leather armor on Teng Teng¡¯s body, Ample Time asked curiously, "Are you nning to go out?"

    Hearing the voice from the side, Teng Teng screamed in panic and then hurriedly nodded with the blush still visible on her face.

    "Mhm, I¡¯m going to visit Boulder Town." She said shyly.

    "You got a mission?"

    "Not exactly. It¡¯s mainly to explore the market." Speaking of this, Teng Teng¡¯s eyes lit up suddenly, and she continued excitedly, "Boulder Town¡¯s cultural characteristics and clothing styles are different from any other country in reality. There are some things that we can¡¯t see from photos, so I¡¯m going to see it with my own eyes!¡±

    Ample Time nodded in agreement. "Indeed, the content that can be written in the walkthrough is limited after all. No matter how many walkthroughs you read, it¡¯s better to y it by yourself... But, how do you n to go?"

    The road to Boulder Town was not easy.

    On the way back, in addition to marauders, they were also targeted by a group of Cave Beasts hiding in the sewer.

    Although they fought them off, it wasn¡¯t easy.

    Before Teng Teng could answer, a nimble figure rushed out from behind her. "I, the great mercenary, Tail, have arrived!"

    Sisi, who was wearing body armor and a steel helmet, also walked over from the side and pushed up the helmet that covered her eyes.

    "Oh! Sisi is here too!"

    Seeing the energetic duo, Ample Time was stunned. "Are you also going to explore the market as well?"

    "That¡¯s right! I want to be a mercenary!"

    Speaking of this, Tail sighed like an old man, shook her head, and said, "Damn it, it¡¯s all because Spring Water Commander was so useless and used up all his luck in the lottery. We can¡¯t even go to Red River Town! It¡¯s so annoying!"

    Sisi nced at her. "But thinking about it from another angle, could it be because we lowered the team¡¯s score?"

    Tail retorted immediately, "How is it possible! I¡¯m also an ability user, okay?!"

    The two had awakened half a month ago.

    After all, it¡¯d been a while since they joined the game. Their progressing speed was quite satisfactory, and their strength was not too weak. They could even be considered tier 2 yers if they worked a little harder.

    But¡­

    Ample Time looked at the girl who had a pair of cat ears next to her.

    <em>This should also be a rookie, right?</em>

    "You too?"

    Feeling that her ears were being stared at, Sesame Paste nodded in embarrassment. Her cat ears on her head twitched slightly, "I, I haven¡¯t awakened¡­ But I¡¯m almost there."

    "I¡¯m not asking about that, awakening or not is actually not the key. I mean, are you nning to go with them too?" Ample Time kindly reminded her, "The road to Boulder Town is still quite dangerous. Look at those 2 idiots. They are over LV10, but they are still injured."

    Sesame Paste nodded vigorously. "It¡¯s alright! I¡­ I am also a person who has been on the battlefield!"

    Although she just sent a message to everyone offline, she also yed a key role!

    At least, she was confident that she would not panic when the enemies arrived.

    Seeing the firmness in those eyes, Ample Time nodded with a smile and said approvingly. "Mhm! Not bad, very energetic! I believe in you, girl!"

    I was just a game after all.

    They just needed to have fun, and there was no need to think too much about it.

    Even if they died, they just needed to wait for 3 days on the forum while getting ridiculed by the annoying Yaya. It was not a big deal. Everyone came from the stage of being a rookie.

    Besides, the administrator didn¡¯t say that neers couldn¡¯t do this mission, did he?

    With their determination, anyone could contribute to the restoration of the Federation of People!

    "Wait a minute, Teng Teng, is it really okay for you to bring only a few bodyguards?" Night Ten said nervously, "Do you want me to go with you too? At least I can be a ward..."

    Teng Teng repeatedly waved her hands and declined. "No, no, no need to trouble you. You should take good care of your injuries. There is a perception type yer in our team already."

    Just as Night Ten was about to ask who it was, a sharp voice that was slightly muffled came from the side along with the sound of nging and steel. "Yes!"

    Everyone looked over one after another. They saw an iron tin can covered in steel tes. "Hmph, the level 12 perception type, ability user, Yaya has arrived! Look at my equipment, who dares to say that I can only pick mushrooms! Mhm?"

    The four members of the Bull and Horse Squad looked dumbfounded, and the caravan guards and outpost guards not far away were also stunned by her exaggerated appearance.

    <em>This te armor...</em>

    <em>It¡¯s at least three hundred kilograms, right?</em>

    The eyes of Tail were shining. "Wow! This gear is amazing!! Sisi, we won!"

    Sisi froze for a moment, fell silent for a while, and muttered in a voice that only she could hear. "... It will be very troublesome to retrieve her VM¡­"

    Old White swallowed and asked cautiously. "Is this... Is this a KV-1? Or is it a Miner I?"

    He couldn¡¯t see it from the outside at all!

    "It¡¯s a KV-1!" Ya Ya said proudly with her sharp-edged breastte, "It cost me a lot of silver coins to build this te armor! How is it, isn¡¯t it amazing?"

    Old White¡¯s expression was a little awkward, and he was embarrassed to speak.

    Ample Time coughed dryly and said, "I can blindly guess that it was definitely Mosquito who did this. Only that stupid idiot can make this thing. By the way, didn¡¯t he remind you about the battery life?¡±

    Ya Ya blinked her eyes. "Battery life? What¡¯s that?"

    Ample Time widened his eyes while looking at the tin can woman. "..."

    Old White was equally speechless. "..."

    Gale didn¡¯t know what to say either. "..."

    Night Ten said anxiously, "Battery! Have you ever driven a new energy vehicle? Originally, the battery life of the naked KV-1 exoskeleton is about a day, but with a load of 300 kilograms, your battery might not evenst until the afternoon."

    Honestly speaking, that tortoise shell-wearing tin can was even more cowardly-looking than the administrator who wore multiple steel tes!@@novelbin@@

    Didn¡¯t these people y games with their brains?

    Why did they want to learn from an NPC?!

    "No problem! It¡¯s fully charged!" Yaya said confidently, "It¡¯s only 20 kilometers.¡±

    "I think you should not be too optimistic about traveling 20 kilometers," Ample Time said tactfully, "It¡¯s 20 kilometers if you walk straight down at it. The actual distance can¡¯t be calcted like that.¡±

    Old White nodded, agreeing with this sentence. "Indeed, you aren¡¯t flying over there after all. Anyway, I feel that the road from here to Boulder Town is no less than going to Remote Creek Town. You will find out yourself."

    "Ah?!" Yaya was stunned for a moment, the expression on her face became less confident, and she asked in a low voice, "Is it that far?"

    "Mhm," Old White nodded silently, "That¡¯s why I didn¡¯t wear an exoskeleton."

    Yaya froze for a moment and said anxiously, "Then... What should I do?"

    Old White eventually exined, "If you are a strength type, it is not a problem to wear 300 kilograms of heavy armor. After all, most of the weight is on the exoskeleton. When you need mobility, you can just turn on the power. If it is other gic sequences... I don¡¯t know. Anyway, I don¡¯t rmend it.¡±

    Tail looked at her. "Why don¡¯t you give it to Sisi? She is a constitution type yer!"

    Sisi gave her a sideways nce. "I¡¯m not wearing that."

    It was toote to change the equipment now.

    After the portable steam engine was removed, the caravan at the gate would set off again in 2 hours at thetest.

    But¡­

    Yaya didn¡¯t give up.

    Everyone also agreed that Xia Yan might be able to help her a bit.

    Watching the group of people walking towards the outpost, Night Ten couldn¡¯t help looking at Old White. "Can they do it?"

    Old White was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "I have no idea."

    Night Ten said hesitantly, "How about¡­ I secretly follow them?"

    Gale gave him a sideways look. "You¡¯re not her father, why do you care so much?"

    "But¡­!"

    Ample Time patted Night Ten on the shoulder. "Don¡¯t worry too much. There are 3 ability users there. There shouldn¡¯t be a problem."

    Even if there would be a problem, they only needed to wait for 3 days.

    When the hand touched the bandage on his shoulder, Night Ten¡¯s whole body trembled. "Ow! Don¡¯t touch me, damn it, my arm is almost swollen!"

    Old White rolled his eyes. "Then why don¡¯t you hurry up and go for surgery?"

    "If you keep dragging on, you¡¯ll lose your arm, then you will probably need to kill yourself!"

 Chapter 257.1: Encounter On The Fifth Ring

    At the gate of Boulder Town.

    The man in te armor stood like a statue, his whole body was out of tune with his surroundings, attracting the frequent nces of passing mercenaries and merchants.

    Not only because of his 2.5 meters height, but also because of his armor from the top of his head to his toes, with almost no gaps. Even the steel te welded helmet had only a few small holes.

    <em>This guy¡­</em>

    <em>Doesn¡¯t he need to use his eyes to see the road ahead?</em>

    The two mercenaries lining up at the city gate had nothing to do, so they started to change their topic to the strange man.

    "I bet that armor can¡¯t block my bullets."

    "Hush, keep your voice down, that guy might be an ability user."

    "So what if he¡¯s an ability user? I have killed more ability users than Deathws!" The mercenary didn¡¯t panic at all. After all, the area within 50 meter of the gate of the city was also under the jurisdiction of the militia.Not to mention an ability user, even if it was a tank from the Bonechewer n, they wouldn¡¯t be able to do anything to him.

    The towed artillery on the huge wall was enough to crush all armor.

    Thepanion next to him obviously didn¡¯t believe his words, and said with a sneer, "Stop bragging. Everyone knows that you pissed your pantsst time you heard a Deathw¡¯s roar."

    "I dare you to say it again!"

    Not paying attention to thements of the people around him, the man in armor stayed at the gate for a while, then walked to the Wind From Afar Hotel across the street.

    The waiter standing at the entrance of the hotel was not too surprised by this man in heavy armor. Among the many guests he had received, this attire was conservative at best, not even odd.

    Not to mention wearing something, even if he didn¡¯t wear anything, he wouldn¡¯t say a word.

    "Wee, sir, do you need a room?"

    A muffled sound came from the armor. "Is this the northern suburbs?"

    "Northern suburb?" The waiter froze for a moment, then answered subconsciously, "This is Boulder Town, not a suburb."

    The man continued to ask, "Northern suburb, how can I go there?"

    Facing the scarlet in the gap of the helmet, the waiter felt his heartbeat freeze for half a beat. He wanted to say something perfunctory, but he couldn¡¯t help swallowing hard and answering honestly. "Go straight up the elevated highway along the road ahead, then go east, and you will see a crooked skyscraper, and then go north..." ?a?????¨§??

    The man nodded. Without saying a word of thanks, he dragged his bulky body and walked towards the elevated highway.

    The man didn¡¯t seem worried that the person he asked for directions would lie to him.

    The waiter standing at the entrance of the hotel stared intently at the man¡¯s back, and muttered in his mouth. "Bloody hell¡­ Why does he have eyes that resemble a Cruncher?¡±

    ...

    <strong>[The fat sheep is on its way.]</strong>

    On the edge of the fourth ring.

    In an abandoned shop, a man in a fur coat was sitting in front of an extinguished brazier, with a crumpled note unfolded in his hand.

    He had been holding the note in his hands for some time.

    His name was Wu Chou. he was a mercenary and an ability user.

    In Boulder Town, awakening was not a particrly rare thing, but there were very few people who were clearly awakened and still struggled to make a living like him. Many business groups and caravans were very happy to recruit ability users, and spend a lot of money to train them and give them the best weapons and equipment.

    On the wastnd, one¡¯sbat strength was their greatest protection. A strong force could not only deter those with ill intentions, but also effectively reduce risks and insurance premiums. Merchants in Boulder Town were particrly sensitive to those things.

    However, Wu Chou was different from them.

    The first reason was that he hated living a life restricted by others, and the other was that his reputation was really not that good.

    Since 2 employers died at his hands, the middleman who provided him with the job opportunity lost a lot of money. Not many people were willing to introduce him to new gigs.

    However¡­

    He didn¡¯t care at all.

    At least he was quite satisfied with the current state of his life.

    Serving as a guard for those cunning profiteers would earn him 10 chips a day at most. If he was able to rob that weak and arrogant wretch, the number might go up a hundred, or even a thousand times!

    What was reputation to someone like him?

    It was even more useless than a piece of toilet paper.

    However, Wu Chou didn¡¯t consider himself a marauder, although he knew quite a few of them and still took jobs from them.

    That was exactly what was happening at the moment.

    A week ago, a batch of psychoid leaves appeared out of nowhere in Boulder Town, and the price of 10 chips for a bottle of diluted drink made many people rich.

    Someone set their sights on the suppliers and gave him a mission.

    All he needed to do was to help them capture 2 blue coats in the northern suburbs, and they would handle the rest. As for the reward, in addition to the goods those people shipped to the northern suburbs, he could also get an additional 5,000 chips.

    Wu Chou agreed immediately without a second thought.

    In his opinion, the job was no different from free money.@@novelbin@@

    After agreeing to the request, he bribed the gangs in the slums to help him track the person down. Then he hired more than 20 cannon fodder from the slums, gave them weapons, taught them how to shoot, and promised them a reward of 50 chips if they could capture 2 people alive.

    The price he paid was 50 chips.

    For the people in the city, it was less than a month¡¯s sry, but for those survivors who ate leftovers and scavenged for a living, those chips were enough to help them to easily get through the first half of the year.

    Of course, a team couldn¡¯t have only cannon fodders.

    In order to be safe, he also sent four of his men to help.

    ording to the n, they would take action when those people were close to the edge of the fifth ring. If there was no ident, he should be receiving a report soon.

    Footsteps came from outside the door the very next moment.

    Putting away the note in his hand, Wu Chou looked up at his subordinates standing at the door.

    "Any news?" Wu Chou was ready to tell his employer to give him the additional reward.

    However, what he did not expect was that the subordinate standing at the door lowered his head and did not speak.

    Looking at the man¡¯s nervous expression, Wu Chou vaguely guessed something, and couldn¡¯t help narrowing his eyes slightly. "Did you fail?"

    Sweat oozed from the man¡¯s forehead. Feeling the snake-like gaze, he gritted his teeth and said nervously, "Yes¡­¡­"

    Wu Chou stood up abruptly from his chair.

    Stomping to the door, he grabbed the man by the cor. mming him against the doorframe, he stared coldly into his eyes. "There were only 8 people. You had more than 20! How¡­ How did you fail?!¡±

    Feeling the murderous intent, the man¡¯s face was full of terror. He exined quickly, "Wait, you can¡¯tpletely me me for this. There were 8 of them, but 4 of them were ability users! Those cannon fodder werepletely useless. I have emphasized countless times that they needed to divide into 2 teams in order to pincer the blue coats. However, they only knew how to rush forward. Once they encountered some resistance, they retreated immediately.¡±

    He didn¡¯t even dare to say that in less than 15 minutes, half of them were killed by those people. Also, the fact that those people practically left unscathed¡­

    It was so bad that he and the other 3 did not dare to emerge from their hiding spots.

    "You useless fools!"

    <em>Sure enough, I can¡¯t count on these guys!</em>

    Throwing away the cor in his hand, Wu Chou cursed, turned, and walked back to pick up the Drone X-2 assault rifle leaning against the leg of the chair.

    "Gather all the brothers. I¡¯ll personally lead the team this time!"

    He didn¡¯t believe that they couldn¡¯t deal with a small group of blue coats.

    <em>It¡¯s just a group of blue coats! How strong can they be?</em>

    Wu Chou was only worried that those blue coats would head back and hide in their shelters, nevering out again.

    If this was the case, who knows when he would be able to close the deal.

    ...

 Chapter 257.2: Encounter On The Fifth Ring

    The south entrance of Linghu Wend Park.

    5 people and 1 bear were escorting the caravan from the outpost. They marched towards Boulder Town with high morale.

    Although there were more guards this time thanst time, Qian Duo, who was walking in the caravan, couldn¡¯t help but feel his eyelids twitching rapidly.

    He didn¡¯t doubt the fighting strength of those blue coats. After all, he had seen it several times for himself.

    Whether it was the archer, the hunk who could use a machine gun as a rifle, or the guy with a mechanical arm, thebat effectiveness was all the same.

    However¡­

    Those people were slightly injured in thest battle. This time, he was heading to Boulder Town with another bunch.

    He didn¡¯t look down on them. It was just that this new group gave him a feeling as if they were going on an outing...

    "Damn it! It¡¯s clearly my bear...""Okay, okay, don¡¯t be sad," Sisi patted Tail whileforting her, "After we recover Yaya¡¯s VMter, it will be your turn to ride her, okay?"

    "What the hell? Why are you so sure that I¡¯ll die?!" Yaya, who was riding on the back of the big white bear, protested.

    Roshan growled, "Wait, wait a minute, why do I feel like I¡¯ve be a mount?"

    Sisi looked away with an awkward expression. "I didn¡¯t say that."

    Teng Teng, who was walking in the back, said with some worry, "Yaya, focus. You are our eyes, keep your eyes on the front."

    Speaking of which, since she got the alpha version test qualification, she had been ying Wastnd Online as if it was a business simtor. Every day she would either manage her workshop, or visit Autumn Weed and Autumn Leaves.

    It was her first time on such a dangerous mission.

    Looking at the timid Teng Teng, Yaya raised her chin slightly while riding on Roshan¡¯s back. "Hehe, don¡¯t worry, my perception type¡¯s intuition is triggered passively! I¡¯ve tried it several times!"

    Roshan grumbled, "Stop moving around, My... I mean the bear¡¯s fur is all tousled up by you."

    "It¡¯s okay! I¡¯ll help you groom it!"

    Regarding those strange fools¡¯ request, Xia Yan had no choice but to help them make a leather saddle for the bear.

    But honestly speaking, Xia Yan¡¯s hands-on ability was very strong. The products made by her were much easier to use than the unreliable clown tools made by Mosquito.

    Yaya was like a heroic female knight while riding on Roshan. Her 300 kilograms te armor gave everyone a sense of security.

    Of course, the premise was that she didn¡¯t open her mouth.

    The caravan guards looked at each other before turning to the only normal outpost guard.

    Kaeya gulped nerviosuly. "Are you sure they have fighting power?"

    Both of his arms were injured and he was hoping it wouldn¡¯t be thest mission of his mercenary career.

    Xu Shun nodded and said seriously, "Of course! I have seen it for myself."

    Qian Lai coughed lightly. "To be honest, I have an ominous feeling... The group of people we met before were obviously not ordinary marauders."

    Wang Zhong, who had been silent all this time, nodded. "Indeed, they looked like cannon fodders who had been gathered to make up the numbers."

    Xu Shun frowned. "Doesn¡¯t that just mean that they are a bunch of rabble?"

    Qian Lai shook his head. ¡°Rabble would not take the initiative to shoot at us. They were not professional marauders, but a group of temporary workers. It was obvious that they were organized by someone." ????§°??¨§??

    It may be iprehensible to those who had not been to Boulder Town, but for those who lived there, things like that wasmonce.

    Militias and mercenary groups weren¡¯t the only ones who would recruit soldiers in the slums. Marauders could do the same. And because the gangs there generally sold stolen goods for marauders, it was easy for marauders to find a group of temporary workers, as long as they paid for weapons in advance.

    As long as enough was given, it was even fine if they didn¡¯t issue weapons. Many scavengers could make iron pipe weapons themselves. This was the same as building a shack, it was almost an essential survival skill for them.

    ording to Qian Lai¡¯s experience, that attack was more like a test.

    The other party was not sure, so they decided to mobilize some cannon fodders to test their strength. It was hard to say how the other party would evaluate their strength, and whether they would give up the idea of ??attacking them.

    He had suggested to his boss that it would be better to rest for a few days before shipping another batch of goods to Boulder Town.

    But his boss couldn¡¯t wait to trade psychoid leaves for chips. This time, not only did the load of the shipment double, but he even gave him a purchase list worth 100,000 chips.

    The portable steam engine could no longer satisfy the appetite of the ruler of the northern suburbs. That ruler was obsessed with buying second-hand machines from Boulder Town, and wanted to get back a bit of everything.

    "Just be more careful." ncing at the cemetery-like city in front of him, Qian Lai muttered in a low voice.

    <em>Hopefully, nothing will happen...</em>

    ...

    A city full of concrete ruins was like abyrinth. There was more than one route leading to Boulder Town from the northern suburbs. Experienced merchants would usually memorize more than 10 routes, and analyze which one to take each time based on all factors such as weather, temperature, intuition, and other factors.

    For the hunter in thebyrinth, it was not an easy task to catch the rabbit. Of course¡­ There were always more solutions than difficulties.

    Most marauders would set up an observation point at a high ce, monitor a block or two that could be seen, and then predict which route the merchant would choose based on the direction of their movement.

    On a tall building within the fifth ring, a mercenary in a gray overcoat was lying on the side of the damaged wall, looking at the street not far away with the binocrs in his hand.

    His name was Sha Chi, one of Wu Chou¡¯s capable subordinates, and he mainly served as a sniper and scout in the team.

    When he saw a caravan appearing in the distance, there was a look of surprise in his eyes. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said excitedly, "Boss, they¡¯re set off!"

    After some brief static, Wu Chou gasped sofly. "You¡¯re sure?"

    Those people had just crossed the edge of the fifth ring in the morning. It hadn¡¯t even been a day, but they immediately set off to Boulder Town again.

    <em>Don¡¯t these people n to take a day off?</em>

    Sha Chi replied immediately, "I¡¯m sure¡­ That direction can only be from the Wend Park! There are 9 people in total, except for the two-headed ox carrying the goods, and a white bear, which should be their pet. They are heading to Street 1101. They probably intend to pass through themercialplex there. This group is different from the ones we met before, the previous 4 ability users are not in this group!"

    Hearing his report, Wu Chou¡¯s eyes shed with excitement.

    Themercialplex on Street 1101 was a half-copsed shopping mall. It was a good ce toy an ambush, especially if the 4 ability users were not in the group. It was great news for him.

    The only pity was that the time was too short. They didn¡¯t expect the caravan to pass through the area and they hadn¡¯tid an ambush.

    However, that wasn¡¯t a big problem for them! They had twice the number of people on their side.

    Wu Chou said decisively, "Go around to their west side and support us from the roof! Wait for my signal!"

    "Copy!" There was excitement on Sha Chi¡¯s face.

    Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, he was about to put away the binocrs and pick up the sniper rifle on the ground. However, he saw the armored creature riding on the bear staring straight at him.

    The gaze made him tremble all over. The binocrs almost fell out of his hands, and he quickly hid behind cover.@@novelbin@@

    <em>Coincidence? Doesn¡¯t look like it...</em>

    <em>That was too obvious!</em>

    Realizing something, Sha Chi¡¯s expression changed slightly.

    <em>The person riding on the bear¡¯s back is probably an ability user!</em>

    ...

 Chapter 257.3: Encounter On The Fifth Ring

    "Why do I feel like something is looking at me?" Looking at the tall buildings behind her, who was basically a human tin can, frowned.

    "Where?" Tail quickly raised the binocrs hanging around her neck, and looked in the direction Yaya was looking at. She saw nothing but ruined buildings.

    There were too many buildings there and there might be people staring out of every window.

    Like what the NPC guiding the caravan said, it was fine if they were traveling alone. However, if they traveled as a group, there was no way they wouldn¡¯t be noticed.

    "For a LV12 perception type yer, Yaya probably has 18 to 19 points of perception," Sisi, who was holding a submachine gun, pushed up the brim of her helmet and muttered, "This feeling can¡¯t be ignored."

    "Can you determine their location?" Teng Teng looked at Yaya and asked.

    Yaya grumbled helplessly, "I just have a higher perception. It¡¯s not a cheat, you know."

    Too bad it was too far away. Her talent would havee in handy if she had been closer.

    The group of people drove the two-headed ox and continued forward.There were more and more destruction filling the street, the wreckage of cars and billboards were everywhere. There were half copsed buildings across the street.

    Anything around them could be considered cover for an ambush and everyone felt a lot more tense than usual.

    At a ce that was only less than 200 meters away from the ruins of themercialplex, Qian Lai, who was walking in the middle of the caravan, signalled for everyone to stop. Looking at the half-copsed ruins in the distance, he discussed something with Xu Shun, who was carrying a rifle beside him.

    Xu Shun nodded with a serious expression before walking to the yers.

    "After passing the ruins in front, and then going west for 1.2 kilometers, we will arrive at our campsite. For safety¡¯s sake, we need to send someone to investigate ahead. Uh, I think it¡¯s better that I go¡­"

    "Leave the investigation to me! I¡¯m the agility type!" Tail raised her hand and volunteered to be the scout. The safety of the Sickle assault rifle in her hand had also been released at the same time.

    Sesame Paste who was following right behind her, also took a step forward. She clenched the PU-9 in her hand and said nervously. "I, I¡¯m also an agility type yer, I can go with you!"

    But at this moment, Yaya, who was riding on the bear¡¯s back, suddenly spoke. "Do we have to go through here?"

    Xu Shun, who was staring at the subtitles, was taken aback for a moment, and his expression immediately became serious. "Do you feel something off?"

    Yaya nodded her head, staring intently at the ruins 200 meters ahead, and whispered, "This distance is a bit vague¡­ But I shouldn¡¯t be wrong. Someone¡¯s over there¡­"

    Before she could finish her words, a gunshot suddenly sounded among the tall buildings in the distance.

    Hearing the gunshot, everyone was startled, and immediately retreated to the sides of the street to find cover, Soon, they discovered no one was injured and the bullet didn¡¯t hit any of them.

    "Another group?!"

    "The gunshot wasing from the tall buildings west of us!"

    "Is there another group here?"

    "Probably!"

    "No matter which group it is, bring the ox in!" Qian Lai pushed Kaeya anxiously before he urged, "Go!"

    That was worth hundreds of thousands of chips!

    If he lost it, his boss would definitely kill him!

    "Fuck!" Kaeya gritted his teeth.

    Although reason told him that it was best not to rush out in the gunfire, he still bit the bullet and ran out while keeping his body low.

    "Hey, don¡¯t go out, I¡¯m still not sure if the gunshot ising at us." Sisi shouted to him, but the NPC obviously didn¡¯t understand what she was saying. R??¦­?£Â¨¨??

    Standing at the alley exit with a rifle in hand, Tail suddenly sighed, "Maybe that¡¯s the life of a caravan guard."

    <em>Poor worker.</em>

    <em>This game has always been very realistic in strange ces.</em>

    "What, what should we do now?" Roshan said nervously, "Are there people in the ruins ahead?"

    Yaya, who was riding on her back, nodded, and a muffled voice came out from the armor. "There are a lot of them! Wait, they came out of the ruins, and they seem to being towards us!"

    Although it was very blurry, she could see the figures moving out the ruins!

    Teng Teng raised her head nervously. "Are they marauders?"

    "Well, I don¡¯t think it matters at this point." Sisi pushed up the brim of the helmet and analyzed, "Even if we assume they can prove their goodwill, we have to make them lower their weapons first.¡±

    "Don¡¯t be afraid, I¡¯m here!" Tail excitedly raised the rifle in her hand, and leaned against the wall beside her. "Sisi, get ready!"

    Although less energetic than her, Sisi also raised her submachine gun.

    "Okay! I¡¯m ready! By the way, Tail, don¡¯t rush too fastter, we need to... They probably want to surround us, so we have to break their encirclement first."

    "Got it!"

    Not wanting the neers behind them to look down at them, Tail and Sisi were ready to fight the enemy.

    At this moment, Kaeya was chasing thest ox into a side alley.

    In themercialplex directly across the street, a machine gun was suddenly ced on the window.

    Without giving people time to react, mes sprayed from the barrel as dense bullets flew through the ruins.

    Thest two-headed ox was killed instantly.

    Caught off guard, the caravan guard chasing the ox was also shot in the thigh.

    "Fuck!" Kaeya, who was shot in the leg, broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and immediatelyy down on the ground, leaning tightly against the back of the raised concrete debris on the street.

    The bulletsnded on the cover he used, with dust clouds being blown into the air. The stones scattered around hit his face, making his heart jump with fear. Even so, he didn¡¯t dare to move.

    "Damn it, I¡¯m stuck!"

    "Help me!"

    "Lie down and don¡¯t move!"

    Another caravan guard, Wang Zhong, immediately pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it over.

    Thick fog soon filled the streets.

    However, the gunshots didn¡¯t stop because of the obstruction. The gunman continued to fire in 3 round bursts towards Kaeya¡¯s position, as if intending to pin him down.

    Not daring to move, Kaeya pressed his ear firmly against the ground. His expression suddenly changed the next moment, and he shouted, "They¡¯re closing in!"

    "Direction?"

    "What else?! They can only being from the front! They¡¯re at least 10¡­ No, there¡¯s 20 of them!¡±

    Just as he yelled, the 20 mercenaries had already divided into two teams and pressed towards the alley 200 meters away.

    Wu Chou, who personally led the team, had a look of anger on his face. "Damn it, that imbecile! I told him to wait for my signal! Why did he take action before I gave him the signal?!"

    It took him a lot of effort to get ahead of the group to arrive at themercialplex.

    The problem that could be solved by simply pointing a gun to their foreheads had now turned into a head-on battle.@@novelbin@@

    <em>Very good.</em>

    <em>There is at least one ability user amongst those people, and a bear with a steel te on its chest?</em>

    Although he didn¡¯t see those people as his opponents, he hated adding additional variables to the n.

    The next second, another gunshot came from the distance.

    The sound of the bullet breaking through the air came from overhead, and the machine gun that was firing in bursts to suppress the caravan on the street went out instantly.

    Startled, Wu Chou immediately understood what happened, and then screamed, "Sniper! Spread out and find a cover. Be careful of the building facing west!"

    ...

    "Two."

    On the 20th floor of a tall building nearby.

    Lying by the ssless floor-to-ceiling window, Night Ten took a deep breath, pulled the bolt with his bandaged right hand, and ejected the hot bullet casing from the chamber.

    The sniper rifle he was using was seized from a Boulder Town mercenary, and he had been using it for some time.

    The spot where the original sight had been was reced by a thermal imager. It was a good thing that he spent 2,400 silver coins to buy from the official website¡¯s auction event. It supported 6 times magnification and all heat sources exposed wouldn¡¯t be able to avoid detection.

    With his perception ability, it was simply a cheat.

    Without hesitation, seeing that the mercenaries had found him, Night Ten immediately moved his gun and fired at the marauders scattered into the ruins.

    This time, he hit the chest of a marauder.

    The man who fell on the ground did not die immediately, but wailed to hispanions for help.

    Night Ten quickly pulled the bolt of the gun, and instead of rushing to finish the man off, he stared at the cover beside him, ready to wait for the man¡¯spanion to assist him.

    But even until the man died, no one came out to help him.

    "Three..." Night Ten cast a nce at the VM left beside him, two green dots had dispersed from the alley, and the remaining four green dots were guarding around the caravan, staying with the NPCs.

    "That should be Tail and her teammates."

    The 2 of them could be considered old yers, so they definitely knew what to do in this situation.

    "It¡¯s so annoying... I can¡¯t hit anyone from here at all." Night Ten muttered, picked up the sniper rifle and hung it on his back. He took out the submachine gun, held it in his hand, and walked across the corridor full of Cruncher corpses. After arriving at the emergency exit, he quickly went downstairs.

    A Hell Breath was parked on the ground floor.

    Although the road conditions in the city were difficult for vehicles to pass, it was generally less problematic for motorcycles than for four-wheeled vehicles.

    As the chugging sound of a tractor sounded, Night Ten quickly started the engine. He followed the pre-nned route, and circled to the south side of the battlefield as quickly as he could.

    There was an office building with hundreds of floors there, which was andmark that he and his teammates had explored before. Night Ten even remembered finding a lot of office supplies and printing paper there.

    Crunchers below the 20th floor had basically been cleared out, even if new mutants took up residence there in the past 2 months, it wouldn¡¯t cause much trouble.

    The sound of gunfire continued in the distance.

    Night Ten could vaguely hear the sound of Pu-9 raking through the street. The battle had clearly reached its climax less than 50 meters away!

    Anxious, he turned off the engine of the motorcycle and left it on the side of the road. He climbed up the half-copsed concrete wall to the 2nd floor in three steps, then rushed into the emergency passage and moved to the office area on the 20th floor.

    After smashing open the floor-to-ceiling windows with the butt of his gun, Night Teny on the ground, set up his sniper rifle again, and aimed at the battlefield half a street away.

    When he adjusted the breathing rate, and was about to pull the trigger, a warning sign suddenly came up in his heart. He quickly picked up the sniper rifle he had just set up and rolled to the side.

    Almost at the same time, a rocket was shot in through the window. It smashed into the ceiling not far from him, and exploded into a ball of fire.

    The heat wave from the explosion spread out rapidly, andrge concrete stones fell off the ceiling. Fortunately, Night Ten escaped in time and was not injured.

    "What the heck?!"

    How did these NPCs spot him?!

    While he was confused, the group of marauders downstairs had already sent out 5 men headed straight for him.

    Night Ten, who hastily rearranged his sniper rifle, immediately knew he was in trouble.

    The distance between them was less than 500 meters. If he went downstairs, he would definitely bump into them!

    Night Ten hastily pulled the trigger, but there were too many obstacles on the street, and the marauders who had already found his location did not reveal too many openings for him, and easily dodged the shot.

    Night Ten quickly pulled the bolt, mumbling in his mouth. "Oh my god, I just bought this equipment. Are you telling me that I¡¯m going to drop it soon?!"

    <em>Please no, Brother Light! 5 v 1 is too shameless.</em>

    <em>Have mercy!</em>

    Not knowing if the game designer, Light, heard his prayer, but just as Night Ten kept shooting, a sudden change happened.

    A figure covered in steel appeared at the center of the battlefield out of nowhere.

    The firepower of both sides clearly stopped for a moment. Whether it was the caravan guards or the marauders, they were all confused by the appearance of the neer.

    Tail¡¯s eyes were shining behind the cover. "Sisi, that armor is amazing!"

    <em>It¡¯s much better than Yaya¡¯s!</em>

    Sisi maintained a serious look on her face. "... Tail, don¡¯t lower your guard, he may not be here to help us."

    Turning a blind eye to the surrounding atmosphere, the person standing in the center of the battlefield nced left and right, and remained silent for a while.

    Under the armor, a ghostly voice came suddenly, "How do I get to the northern suburbs?"

 Chapter 258.1: Sniping, Frenzy, Identity Unknown

    Northern suburbs?

    Isn¡¯t this the northern suburbs?

    An eerie atmosphere permeated the battlefield.

    "Subtitles, subtitles..." Worried about losing track of the plot, Tail muttered as she turned on the VM.

    Sisi, who was posted behind a nearby cover, frowned as she aimed the PU-9 in her hands at the strange armored monster.

    This guy gave her a strange feeling.

    Yaya, dressed as a tin can, stared at the guy for a while and suddenly spoke. "It doesn¡¯t seem to be human."

    "Not human?" Sisi froze slightly.

    What is it, then?Just then, the group of marauders on the opposite side started yelling wildly at the armored man standing in the middle of the battlefield.

    "What are you?"

    "Are you here to help the blue coats?"

    The armored man did not respond.

    Wu Chou cursed under his breath, but did not dare to act rashly.

    He felt an unusual auraing from the man in front of him, and the threat of the unknown made him uncertain whether he should make a move.

    While his mind was whirring in overdrive, his man lying behind the fortification nearby didn¡¯t think twice and aimed his machine gun directly at the target. "Motherfucker! My boss is talking to you!"

    "Wait¡­" Wu Chou freaked out, but before he could stop his man, a long, thick tongue of fire had already red from the muzzle of the gun.

    The bullets zipped toward the hunk of metal, ricocheting off the tes with loud pings as the armored man raised its arms in defense.

    However¡­

    The bullets emerged too quickly.

    In just a few seconds, the hunk of metal was shot more than 20 times.

    Although the bullets failed to prate the steel tes, it still seemed to hurt the target. It did not utter any cries of pain but stumbled and fell into a crater. ?§¡????§§s

    Wu Chou frowned. "?"

    Sisi was also struck speechless. "????"

    Tail cried out in shock, "What?!"

    What the hell.

    That¡¯s it?

    That was all it took to defeat that guy?

    "That¡¯s what you get for not listening! Weak-ass-bitch!" The man who fired the gun cursed and spat triumphantly at the ground.

    Wu Chou quickly reacted and immediately yelled, "Fire!"

    Shots rang through the air again!

    Bullets zipped through the air.

    Leopard crawling to another cover, Sisi lifted her PU-9 and shot a spray of bullets at the opposite cover, briefly suppressing the machine gun fire.

    "Grenade!" Yaya seized the opportunity and threw a grenade with a yell.

    The grenade, which was attached to a wooden handle, flew in a parabolic arc over a distance of 50 meters and smashed behind the concrete-lined crater.

    A resounding st filled their ears.

    The flying debris and mes from the explosion forced back the marauders who were just about to rush up.

    Although this armor made shooting inconvenient in many ways, it was still capable of effectively throwing objects. The exoskeleton enhanced the wearer¡¯s strength, so a grenade that could normally be thrown 20 meters away now could achieve twice the range.

    But...

    Throwing grenades was not just Yaya¡¯s forte. Soon, the opposite side also threw 2 over.

    Although the distance was not enough and they exploded 5 meters away from cover, the shrapnel and shock waves still scraped on the steel armor. Caught off guard, Yaya screamed and fell backwards to the ground.

    "Some-somebody pull me up!"

    "Damn it... This turtle shell is too heavy!"

    The joint between the shoulder and chest tes was too tightly welded. She tried to get up by pushing up against the ground with both hands behind her, but she only managed to lift her hips up an inch and couldn¡¯t go any higher.

    It was just too damn sturdy!

    Yaya had a murderous look on her face and she clenched her teeth.

    Damn it!

    I¡¯m never going to trust Mosquito again!

    Her predicament only proved that equipment that had not been tested inbat were prone to fail at critical moments.

    Especially the things sold by those swindlers.

    From behind the cover, Xu Shun and Wang Zhong fired back, not understanding what she was shouting. They could not see what was happening up ahead from their vantage point.

    Sesame Paste did understand, however, and ran up in a panic. "Let me help you!"

    Bullets zipped past her cat¡¯s ears, frightening her so much she dove into the ground.

    The next second, the sound of a sniper rifle rang through the air.

    With a muffled pop, a marauder who just poked out of the cover to try to advance got hit square in the jaw. Blood and teeth flew all over the ce.

    Startled by the sound of the gunshot, the surrounding marauders scattered, and the offensive momentum that had just picked up once again came to a pause.

    Xu Shun and Wang Zhong, who were guarding the window on the southwest side, felt a jolt in their hearts and their faces glowed with joy.@@novelbin@@

    "Reinforcements!"

    "That sniper is ours!"

    Although they didn¡¯t know who it was, they were under less pressure thanks to the man who stepped in to help.

    Because of the deterrent of that sniper rifle, the marauders¡¯ attacks became much more conservative. They kept to cover and were afraid to advance forward at will.

    Sisi put down the PU-9 in her hand. Recing it with the Sickle assault rifle strapped to her back, she muttered in a small voice, "These guys are wearing body armor¡­ 9mm pistol rounds are too weak to prate it, if only we could have a P90."

    Tail turned her face sideways in surprise. "Eh?! Is there a difference?"

    Sisi said with a subtle expression. "It¡¯s okay, you¡¯ve been using that LD-47 anyway, it¡¯s fine."

    Tail grinned smugly, "Of course! I¡¯ve read the strategy guide! The Sickle assault rifle is the most powerful gun!"

    Sisi didn¡¯t know how to respond. "..."

    Is this the dumb luck of a fool?

    However, knowing to check the guide is better than not reading the guide at all.

    Wu Chou nced at the tall building on the southwest side and cursed angrily, "Hurry the fuck up, you guys!"

    At the boss¡¯s urging, the 5 marauders immediately quickened their pace, circled around the concrete wall that had tipped over on the side of the street, and headed to the tall building where Night Ten was located.

    Sensing the killing intent downstairs, and realising that he would not be able to run away, Night Ten simply gave up trying, removed his thermal imager, and hid it in a drawer.

    That was the equipment worth more than 2,000 silver coins!

    Dying was not a problem, but losing equipment was an unbearable loss!

    The directbat power of a perception type was not strong. Strictly speaking, they were only marginally stronger than the Intelligence type which innatelycked any strength. Intuition could asionally help them dodge a fatal blow, but if dodging was not an option, they would choose to meet their death.

    The killing intent perception skill could, at most, inform him of a general bearing and distance, which allowed him to predict where his opponent might attack from.

    This talent was critical in groupbat, especially before entering the battlefield, allowing the squad to effectively determine whether the opponent was aware of their presence.

    However...

    In a melee, where the battlefield was saturated with killing intent, this talent was of limited use. As soon as he fired a shot, anyone who was not blind would know where he was.

    After all, he was not Old White, whose abilities were far beyond ordinary people, and boasted a wealth of wilderness survival knowledge and experience. Neither was he as good as Ample Time and Gale, one who excelled at mental acrobatics, and the other who always stayed calm and rational.

    Maybe¡­ I was too hasty to havee alone.

    "Tsk! And here I was thinking just how powerful this idiot could be!"

    ncing at the hunk of metal lying on its back in the mud puddle, Night Ten cursed, calcted the time for the mercenaries to get upstairs, and fired another shot out of the window.

    Just then, a gunshot rang out from a distance. Night Ten was startled and thought that there were still snipers that he failed to spot. But he soon realized that there was no killing intent locking on him, and that the bullet was not headed for him.

    The sound of faint screaming came from downstairs.

    He leaned close to the window and looked down, discovering a bodyy at the front door of the office building.

    Ample Time?!

    Nope...

    That guy doesn¡¯t use sniper rifles.

    The shot didn¡¯t sound far, probably about six hundred meters in a straight line, bearing north west, and sounded like an LD-47.

    Night Ten¡¯s eyes lit up.

    No matter who it was, the gunfire had to be from friendly forces!

    Those marauders were thrown into confusion by the sound of the gunshot, probably not expecting that this 2 snipers could actually be hiding in the area.

    "Damn it! There¡¯s no end to it!" Lying behind the cover, Wu Chou cursed, the desire to retreat beginning to grow in his heart.

    He knew he had twice as many men as the opposite side, yet in less than half an hour, they already had 8 men forced out of action while the other side suffered minor injuries at most.

    Especially the damn sniper!

    Not only did the sniper suppress the squad on his left, forcing him to send out 5 men just to deal with him, but he also took out Wu Chou¡¯spetent subordinate!

    Wu Chou¡¯s heart bled.

    However, just as he was considering whether he should retreat, gunfire suddenly rang out from behind them, and a rain of bulletsnded right on their position.

    Caught off guard, a mercenary leaning against the wall was killed on the spot, and the machine gunner posted behind the fortifications was turned into swiss cheese. Everyone was thrown into disarray by the attack.

    Several mercenaries in the back row immediately turned their guns to meet the battle, however an overwhelming wave of battle cries that filled the air left a trace of fear on everyone¡¯s face.

    "Fuck!"

    "It¡¯s their reinforcements!"

 Chapter 258.3: Sniping, Frenzy, Identity Unknown

    On the other side, inside the building.

    Crouched at the entrance to the corridor, Night Ten had a PU-9 submachine gun in his hand, aimed at the passage exit not far away.

    The other side had lost sight of him and the killing intent had disappeared.

    However¡­ Night Ten could still perceive the sound of hurried footstepsing from downstairs.

    "There are...... 4 of them left?"

    His index finger remained on the trigger as he waited for them.

    However, just then, the safe passage suddenly exploded with the sound of rapid gunfire, followed by the shouts and explosions in thenguage of the Federation of People.

    When everything calmed down and the footsteps moved upstairs again, Night Ten¡¯s jaw almost dropped to the floor in surprise when he saw the man who appeared at the exit of the safe passage.

    "What the heck, Old White?!" Putting the gun away behind his back, Old White smiled at him and said, "Flip your safety on, don¡¯t misfire now."

    Night Ten smiled embarrassingly, put the gun away, and walked towards Old White. "Damn... Did you follow me?"

    "Gale said you didn¡¯t go to the save point, so I knew that you must have followed them." Old White chuckled.

    Stepping out from behind Old White, Ample Time took a look at the sniper rifle he was carrying behind his back and smirked knowingly, "Yo, you even removed the essories?"

    "I was afraid to lose it, anyway I can¡¯t use the scope at this distance¡­" Night Ten coughed dryly, quickly diverting the topic. "How did you find me anyway? I¡¯m sure I turned off my coordinate sharing."

    Ample Time said with a smile, "Doesn¡¯t matter, you must be following the caravan anyway. Gale was supposed toe too, but he has a ss tomorrow morning, so I sent him back to rest."

    Night Ten suddenly thought of the firefight still going on below and immediately said, "Wait, the fight is still¡­"

    Old White said with a smile, "It¡¯s over."

    Night Ten froze. "It¡¯s over?"

    "Mhmm," Ample Time nodded, "almost as soon as the fight broke out, the Baker Street guards were reinforced towards this side, and should have arrived by now."

    As they talked, the sound of gunfire outside became much more intense, and the faint battle cries in thenguage of the Federation of People could be heard.

    The number of guards on Baker Street was small, but only rtive to the size of Longevity Town.

    Thebat strength of a group of experienced veteran hunters with military training was no weaker than that of the marauders.

    Besides¡­ They were on their home turf.

    "That means¡­ You guys have been here the whole time?"

    Ample Time grinned. "Pretty much. We¡¯ve been observing for a while, at least since the moment you fired the first shot."

    Night Ten¡¯s eyes widened in anger, "What! So why didn¡¯t you guys join the fight?!"

    Ample Timeughed, "Isn¡¯t this good for you? Give you a chance to show off, eh? So you can¡¯t me me for stealing your thunder."

    Night Ten¡¯s face reddened as he tried to exin, "What do you mean show off? I¡¯m just worried about¡­¡±

    "Understood," Old White said with a smile as he patted him on the shoulder. "We were quite worried about you too, so we followed you here. Originally, neither Ample Time nor I nned to make a move, but in the end, Ample Time couldn¡¯t resist." ??§Ñ????§§??

    Ample Time coughed lightly, "It¡¯s not that I couldn¡¯t hold back. One of those 4 people who came upstairs earlier was an ability user, and not a weak one either. Come to think of it, that group of people didn¡¯t seem like marauders to me."

    "Mhmm," Old White nodded, thoughtfully, "I reckon they¡¯re mercenaries. Their style ofbat is simr to the group we encountered earlier at the entrance to the subway station."

    "They¡¯re stronger, with more manpower, but a lot less organized. The group we encountered was not only divided into 3 squads, but also tightly coordinated via radio contact." Ample Time pondered for a moment, then said, "Could it be that our business is being targeted? Are they the slumdog gang?"

    Old White said, "Could it be that you¡¯re overthinking it? Maybe it¡¯s just Brother Light upping the difficulty."

    "That is possible."

    "By the way," Night Ten suddenly thought of something and asked, "Who fired that shot just now?"

    "That shot?" Old White and Ample Time looked at each other with odd expressions. "Which shot?"

    Night Ten said anxiously, "The LD-47! There were five marauders¡­ Or mercenaries, below. A mystery man fired a shot and helped me out."

    Old White pondered for a moment and shook his head. "We didn¡¯t notice it particrly, there was gunfire everywhere.¡±

    Ample Time added, "More importantly, should we go down and meet up with them? The battle seems to be almost over."

    Old White looked over at Night Ten. "It¡¯s your call."

    Night Ten hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice. "Uh¡­ I suddenly remembered that I haven¡¯t saved my progress."

    ¡°...¡±

    ¡°...¡±

    Seeing that his teammates were silent, Night Ten got anxious. "What! What do you two mean by that look?"

    Ample Time looked away subtly. "Nothing."@@novelbin@@

    Old White wanted to answer, but in the end, he sighed openly, shook his head, and turned away.

    Night Ten¡¯s eyes widened slowly. "????"

    ...

    In a neighborhood a kilometer away.

    A blue-colored exoframe stood quietly parked on the street.

    A hyena emerged from the rubble, shaking the debris off its body. But upon spotting the giant thing, it started in fright before frantically turning around and scrabbling its way back into its burrow.

    Chu Guang did not pay attention to it but looked at the hovering window projected in his field of vision in silence.

    The green dots presented on the map surrounded the red dots hiding in the ruins one by one, leaving red crosses gradually that confirmed the kills or captures.

    The battle was already over.

    All that was left was to wrap it up.

    The next second, footsteps came from the bank to the side.

    "It¡¯s done." Xia Yan came down the stairs and whistled toward the blue hunk of metal. She had a semi-automatic rifle slung over her shoulder, and ease was written all over that face.

    Chu Guang turned off the hovering holographic window andplimented her. "Good job."

    "Thank you for thepliment." Xia Yan, who hadn¡¯t travelled in a long time, looked to be in a good mood and said with glee, "By the way, if you¡¯re so worried, why don¡¯t you send someone more reliable?"

    Chu Guang frowned. "And who might that be? "

    "Like that¡­ Uh, I can¡¯t remember what they¡¯re called. Those yers of yours have names that sound too weird to pronounce." Actually, Xia Yan also didn¡¯t know who was more reliable, but her intuition told her there should be quite a few.

    Of course, that was something she couldn¡¯t just decide by her intuition.

    Guessing what Xia Yan was thinking, Chu Guang smiled lightly. "Escaping Mole and Sideline cking¡¯s teams have gone to Red River Town. They have a total of 20 ability users, basically representing our shelter¡¯s tier 1 and tier 2 firepower. What they are about to face are the marauders numbering 10 times, or even 100 times, more than them.

    "The 121 ability users including Midnight Pubg are in the area from Elm District to Remote Creek Town, where there are monsters more dangerous than mutant humans, as well as Deathws, to clean up. We need to get a firm foothold in the north in order to protect the valuable area from Elm District to Linghu Lake. After that, depending on the situation, they may be sent to Red River Town. What you saw was just a single yer having a little difficulty. There are many more tasks far more challenging and important. This route has been patrolled twice by our tier 0 squad. There are 2 other tier 2 yers with them. Yaya is a top-rate perception type yer and they also have a trantor with them. Along with a guide and a bear, the only risk they can run into would be something unexpected.¡±

    "They are not weak by any means. Any problems that they find tricky, the other tier 2 squads will find just as problematic. If they get taken out, it means we have no way of avoiding it."

    Xia Yan was surprised. "You have so many ability users now?"

    Chu Guang nodded. "Mhmm, but¡­ Not all ability users are suitable forbat. Our yers may find it easier to awaken, but while ability and experience can be inherited, they still need to undergo significant training to get strong."

    For example, there was someone like Makka Pakka.

    Although he was a strength type, his basic talent was nt Whisperer. After awakening, he only focused on strengthening the talent tree.

    The talent was typically more suited to those of the perception type, but the world was not a real game after all. Those who focused on single-stat growth like the residents of Shelter 404 was the exception, not the norm.

    Xia Yan also knew a little bit about yers being able to respawn, but was not too surprised.

    There was no end to the strange phenomena found in the wastnd.

    From the tall tales shared amongst the mercenaries, there were some mutant humans on the East Coast that had the power of resurrection. They could regrow themselves even from a fragment of brain matter.

    Some people even said that Boulder Town¡¯s ruler was an ancient, immortal demon. After all, most people knew his name, Fang Ming, but not what thest ruler was called.

    Then again, what did it matter?

    These rumors did not affect those mercenaries¡¯ ability to get up and go to work daily, nor the immortality of that ruler.

    The days of being able to use words to kill people were long gone.

    "So you¡¯re nning to train them?"

    "You can say so." Chu Guang didn¡¯t expect Xia Yan to understand the concepts of online games, developers, and yers, which didn¡¯t exist in the world. Everyone had different strengths and limitations. If everyone could do what they were capable of well, it would be more than enough.

    Of course, what Chu Guang really wanted to say was¡­

    I¡¯m just a small dev, not yers¡¯ father. If they can¡¯t even handle this level of difficulty, they might as well go y Bejeweled.

    In order to take care of most people¡¯s gaming experience, he had already used 2 mechanisms, namely the level system and Contribution Points, to keep the difficulty of the game within a rtively reasonable range.

    Considering that, they couldn¡¯t just me the developer when they died, right?

    After all, there were way more unreasonable things about Wastnd Online!

    Xia Yan said with a smile, "Then why did youe anyway?"

    "Because I think there is a second possibility," Chu Guang said casually. "The previous attack encountered by Bull and Horse Squad was more like a test run, which was the conclusion I came to after discussing with Vanus. In theory, 4 ability users with 0 injuries should have been able to deter the other side fromunching an attack, but that¡¯s not the case.¡±

    Xia Yan raised an eyebrow and asked suddenly, "You know what?"

    "What?"

    Xia Yan said teasingly, "You look like an old father right now."

    Do you even know what your dad looks like? What nonsense.

    Chu Guang rolled his eyes, ignored Xia Yan, and walked towards what had been the battlefield earlier.

    "Hey," Xia Yan caught up with him, chattering away like a child with a million questions. "I thought you said you weren¡¯t going to join the fun? Why are you going anyway?"

    Chu Guang replied casually, closing his visor. "It seems that there¡¯s a hunk of metal that appeared out of nowhere and the guards don¡¯t know what to do with it. I¡¯m going to see what kind of beast that is."

 Chapter 259.2: Engineer from the Enterprise

    "The analysis results are out."

    In the medicalboratory on Shelter 404¡¯s level B3.

    Hyrja, who came out of theboratory, skillfully handed a tablet converted from a VM to Chu Guang¡¯s hands, on which were written a series of test results including blood tests.

    As the expert with the most say on mutants in the shelter, the silver-haired SSSR super rare character was probably the only one who could probably figure out what happened to the man named Bucky.

    However, Chu Guang couldn¡¯t understand what was written on the tablet at all.

    "What happened to him?" Chu Guang looked at the results as though he understood what they meant and returned the tablet to Hyrja.

    Hyrja patiently exined, "Variant Slime Mold infection and the erosion rate is as high as 67%. This situation is quite rare, because ording to my research results, the rtionship between the Slime Mold Mutants and other organisms should be predatory. I think you should still remember that the Creeper is Slime Mold¡¯s maturing body."

    Chu Guang nodded, indicating that he still remembered. "What about him?"

    Hyrja spat out a single world. "Symbiosis."Chu Guang was slightly taken aback. "... Symbiosis?"

    Hyrja sighed, holding her forehead. "I don¡¯t really want to exinmon sense to you... In short, he is probably half human and half Slime Mold now. At first, Slime Mold ate most of his organs, but I don¡¯t know why it suddenly decided to let him live and became a fruiting body simr to the function of an organ, recing his original organs."

    The fruiting bodies evolved from the variant Slime Mold could imitate the behavior and characteristics of devoured creatures, such as Crunchers, Creepers, Suicide Bombers, and even Tyrants.

    However, after eating an organ, it was rare to rece the original organ and form a symbiotic rtionship with the host.

    Even Xia Yan, who was fond of talking about urban myths, had never heard of it.

    Chu Guang pinched his nose bridge and asked with a slight headache. "Does that mean only his brain is left?¡±

    "Maybe only three-quarters of it." Hyrja hesitated for a moment, and said after a moment of thought, "The infection of the Slime Mold stopped after reaching his cerebellum, and at least half of his spinal cord has been reced by the fruiting body formed by the Slime Mold."

    Chu Guang continued to ask, "How long can he live?"

    Hyrja raised an eyebrow in response. "I don¡¯t know, maybe he can live forever."

    Chu Guang was stunned for a moment. "Forever?!"

    Hyrja nodded. "<em>Mhm¡­</em> ording to my research results, the variant Slime Mold does not have the Hayflick limit, and even as time goes by, the functions of the organs formed by those fruiting bodies will be further improved, and more powerful than before. Of course, there is also another possibility. When these Slime Molds ¡¯feel¡¯ that they no longer need a host, they may also consume the remaining part of the brain."

    "Wait a minute," Bucky, who was sitting next to the scanning table, slowly raised his hand covered with steel, and said in a weak voice, "Can I still be saved in this condition?"

    Chu Guang nced at this guy in shock. "You¡¯re awake?"

    He thought that the dude could only speak a single sentence.

    "I¡¯ve given him an inhibitor, which suppressed the activity of the Slime Mold that invaded his nervous system," Hyrja looked at Bucky who was sitting on the scanning table, and continued, "In terms of whether you can still be saved, it is probably impossible for you to get back the way you were before, but if you ept Body Modification, the mutant organs can still bepletely removed and reced them with bionic prosthetics."

    She was a living example of a person with bionic prosthetics.

    Bionic prosthetics could not only prolong life, but were also far more reliable than the original organs of the organism. But Hyrja also knew that recing body parts with bionic prosthetics was not something that everyone would ept. ?????????s?

    Chu Guang coughed lightly, "There is no ck box for the production of bionic organs in Shelter 404... In fact, from another perspective, isn¡¯t the organ on your body a kind of bionic organ? And it can still actively evolve."

    Hyrja looked at Chu Guang in surprise. After thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "If you put it that way, it does sound like his condition isn¡¯t that bad."

    There was a pained expression on Bucky¡¯s face. "It¡¯s not a good feeling at all."

    Chu Guang frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

    Bucky shook his head. "No. In fact, I¡¯ve lost my sense of pain, I don¡¯t even feel like I¡¯m alive."

    Chu Guang continued, "What exactly happened to you?"

    Bucky was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "That¡¯s a long story..."

    ¡­

    That was the winter of the Year 211 of the Wastnd Era.

    Bucky, who was far away in Ideal City, had just received his graduation certificate and was nning his graduation trip. It was at this time, he received a letter from a good friend from afar.

    Luo Hua described in the letter that in the far west, in the middle of the Central Continent, there was a wonderful ce called Clearspring City.

    There lived a group of good people, from the recently unlocked Shelter 404, and they had just recently be Enterprise¡¯s Permanent Strategic Partner.

    Of course, the most important thing was that there was amazing food and culture there. Those blue coats had mastered many cooking methods that he had never seen before, and they could even turn those hard-to-eat mutants into delicious dishes.

    In Bucky¡¯s perception, things like food should be linked to technology. If those wastnders could get their food cooked, it was already very praiseworthy. After all, how could one know what was delicious if one didn¡¯t have enough to eat? Not to mention culture.

    But the letter still piqued Bucky¡¯s interest, and he happened to be bored to death in Ideal City. Although life in Ideal City was well-organized and regr like the codes on the holographic screen, it was precisely because of this that the necessary errors werecking.

    So, at the instigation of his good friend, he set the destination of his graduation trip in the middle of River Valley Province, and set foot in the western wilderness with the idea of ??exploring the unknown.

    However, what he didn¡¯t expect was that this trip was full of surprises one after another from the very beginning...

    "... My father is a wine merchant. I first followed the caravan sponsored by my father to the west of Among Clouds Province. Since then, I have been on the road alone. I hired escorts, a guide, a doctor, and prepared myself to follow the track ruts of the Pioneer. Everything went as smoothly as nned, however just as I was passing through Forever East City, an ident still happened."

    "That ce was like the city of the dead. There was no one there. The survivor settlement that was supposed to appear on the map was nowhere to be found. Out of caution, we nned to withdraw from the city, but it was still toote. We were soon besieged by thousands, maybe tens of thousands of crunchers."

    Bucky took a deep breath. "I thought I was dead when I was knocked down by a cruncher. But when I woke up, the crunchers around me were gone¡­ Including the people that traveled with me. I thought it was a nightmare until I found a mirror, then I realized that the real nightmare had just begun."

    Bucky¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple moved, and he continued, "Since then, I have be like this."

    Hyrja and Chu Guang looked at each other in shock. Hyrja even couldn¡¯t help blurting, "This is incredible." @@novelbin@@

    Chu Guang nodded. "It is."

    When Chu Guang heard the first half, he had already figured out the identity of Bucky. This man was the engineer friend that Luo Hua once said he wanted to introduce to him.

    However, for the second half of Bucky¡¯s sentence, Chu Guang still had some doubts.

    It was not umon for yers to be killed asionally in the tunnel, but he had never heard of a yer being taken over by Slime Mold Mutants.

    As Hyrja said, the first reaction of the Slime Mold¡¯s fruiting body to the captured prey was to eat it, turning it into a nutrient for spore production.

    This was the first time he heard that someone was turned into Slime Mold.

    Bucky gave a wry smile, lowered his head, and continued, "In short, since then, regr mutants seem to have lost interest in me, and the Slime Mold Mutants have regarded me as one of their own. Even those mutant hyenas would not bite me unless they are extremely hungry. Even if they did attack me, they would only eat one of my hands... or a leg. But it doesn¡¯t matter, because I can¡¯t feel pain at all. The lost hand and leg would also slowly grow back after a week or two, and they would be much stronger than before. Gradually, the hyenas were not able to injure me anymore, and I also became what I am now."

    <em>Limbs Regeneration?!</em>

    <em>And the regenerated limbs could evolve?!</em>

    <em>Damn. This ability is really incredible.</em>

    After listening to his description, Chu Guang waspletely shocked.

    He dared to bet that if there was a choice, many yers would be willing to exchange their lives with him. Apart from being a bit ugly, he couldn¡¯t think of any weaknesses in his gic sequence. As long as the head was not destroyed, he would probably even be able to live forever.

    "Are you envious?"

    "Not really..."

    "No, I can feel it," Bucky continued, shaking his head with a bitter expression on his face, "You don¡¯t understand what it feels like to be like this. I haven¡¯t been to a human survivor colony since, and those who saw me would stay far away from me. They don¡¯t believe I¡¯m human at all. Even if I tell them it was an ident, they will still drive me away."

    Chu Guang wondered out loud, "... What about your armor? You couldn¡¯t have made it yourself, could you?"

    Bucky exined, "I met a ve trader when I entered the River Valley Province."

    Chu Guang frowned. "A ve trader?"

    "Mhm," Bucky nodded, "That guy was the only good guy I met who was interested in me all this way. He said he was going to take me to Wandering Swamp and sell me to the people of the Academy for research. I thought that maybe the people in the Academy could really figure out what happened to me, and it doesn¡¯t seem to be that bad to be sold to the Academy, so I followed him."

    "The man found a cksmith and made me a set of steel armor, so that I could easily enter the survivor settlement without attracting attention, however... ns could never keep up with changes. His ves rioted because of some things, and he was hanged on a tree by them..."

    "I don¡¯t know how to get to the Academy at all. I tried to ask those ves for directions, but they didn¡¯t know either. They just wanted to go home, so I could only walk the rest of the way alone. I suddenly recall Luo Hua telling me that Clearspring City has a shelter numbered 404, so I continued to walk westward, but my physical condition suddenly began to deteriorate, and my consciousness began to fade... It¡¯s difficult to describe that feeling. It was as if there was only a thin rope tying my soul and my body."

    Hyrja suddenly interrupted, "The Slime Mold may have started to invade your nervous system during that time. I can perform a small operation on youter to prevent the Slime Mold from spreading to the nervous system."

    "Thank you," Bucky took a deep breath, and looked at Chu Guang with a pleading gaze, "Later, I only remembered the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and then walked all the way here¡­ That¡¯s all I experienced. I really don¡¯t know what to do now. Can you help me?"

    "Of course I will help you. Your friend Luo Hua is also my friend, and he helped me a lot before. Not to mention that the ident happened when you were on the way to my ce. So I can¡¯t just ignore what happened to you." Chu Guang then looked at Hyrja, "Aside from recing the bionic organs, is there any way to restore him to his original state?"

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