This Game Is Too Realistic

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 footsteps coming 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 the language 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?!"

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 accessories?"

"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 to come too, but he has a class 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 the language of the Federation of People could be heard.

The number of guards on Baker Street was small, but only relative to the size of Longevity Town.

The combat 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.@@novelbin@@

"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 Time laughed, "Isn’t this good for you? Give you a chance to show off, eh? So you can’t blame me for stealing your thunder."

Night Ten’s face reddened as he tried to explain, "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 planned to make a move, but in the end, Ample Time couldn’t resist." 𝘳аꞐỖ𝐁Ё𝙎

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 of combat is similar 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 particularly, 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."

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 and complimented her. "Good job."

"Thank you for the compliment." 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 players 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 Slacking’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 Deathclaws, 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 player 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 players with them. Yaya is a top-rate perception type player and they also have a translator 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 for combat. Our players 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 Plant 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 players being able to respawn, but was not too surprised.

There was no end to the strange phenomena found in the wasteland.

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 the last 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 planning to train them?"

"You can say so." Chu Guang didn’t expect Xia Yan to understand the concepts of online games, developers, and players, 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 players’ father. If they can’t even handle this level of difficulty, they might as well go play 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 relatively reasonable range.

Considering that, they couldn’t just blame the developer when they died, right?

After all, there were way more unreasonable things about Wasteland Online!

Xia Yan said with a smile, "Then why did you come 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 from launching 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."