This Game Is Too Realistic

The north wind blew, the woods rustled, and the woods outside the outpost were pitch black. Every tree looked like there was a person hiding behind it, and every blade 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 player who went fishing by the lake.

It was too torturous to wait on the official website for three days.

The players 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 Clan. 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 players 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 recover completely 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 players 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 players, they pulled the material to the industrial zone.

Since the silver coins used were all on the corporate account, it was easy to transfer the money directly to the account 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 plastering, 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 flat; 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 wasteland. If they really didn’t have enough material, they could just build the north wall first, then pick up some scrap metal and plastic sheds, and build a semi-open factory building. It could directly save more than half of the materials.

It was a wasteland after all. There should be a wasteland 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 players 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, compared with the smooth progress of the "No. 81" Iron and Steel Plant, 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 available in the warehouse. In the end, they only bought a wooden cart, a shovel, an axe, and a hatchet for land reclamation, 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 account 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 proprietress completely 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 glanced at the only perception-type player on the team and reminded, "We still have to be careful. We are now at war with the Bloodhand Clan. Although this river is in the wetland 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 players.

After being alerted by Night Ten, the other three players 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 glanced around the snowy forest, before his eyes suddenly locked in one place.

Gesturing in a general direction with his hands, Night Ten threw an affirmative look at the other three teammates.

"Outflank it."

"Roger."

The outermost positioned Old White acted first, and the four people moved forward in a tacit manner, spreading out in a quadrilateral 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 days later 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 more comfortable 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 speculated 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 was larger, the effect of exercise was more obvious.

For players of the strength type genetic sequence, training could also accumulate the development progress of the genetic 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.