This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 112: NPCs Coming to Set Up Stalls in the Players’ Market?

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: NPCs Coming to Set Up Stalls in the Players’ Market?

Official Site:

Fang Chang: "A new landmark north of the abandoned construction site has been unlocked, the Abandoned Department Store Building, which is filled with Eaters! We’ve basically cleared out the Eaters on the first floor, but when we tried to enter the basement, VM warned that the radiation index of the current area exceeded the safety threshold. Straight to the point, there might be something good in the basement. Any players with the Body Constitution System? We’re just missing one."

Si Si: "Me me me!"

Tail: "Tail is here too! Uh, I think I am part of the Agile system, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll sneak attack!

Fang Chang: "Sorry, but we can’t bring newcomers on this mission. Let me clarify the requirements again, Constitution attribute 10 points, preferably above 10 points."

Tail: "QAQ"

Elena: "I’m Body Constitution System LV4, my main attribute is just 10 points, talent... never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything. (joking)"

Fang Chang: "Bro, check your PMs."

Pick up trash 99 level: "Do you need a Lizard? I might be able to handle it, whether it’s radiation or poison!"

Night Ten: "First figure out how to get out of Shelter No. 404. (joking)"

Pick up trash 99 level: "Dammit!"

Teng Teng: "Waking up at 4 A.M. to watch a PPT, almost forgot to go to work, there are still a few things I don’t get. Wailing, my head’s going bald, this game is getting harder and harder! (T ^ T)"

WC really has Mosquitoes: "If you don’t understand, just ask, the Goblins wanna know if the PPT you’re looking at is serious?"

Teng Teng:

WC really has Mosquitoes: "(ﾟДﾟ*)"

Today’s official site remains calm and peaceful.

Other than a few old brothers arguing about which type of steel is better for seamless steel pipes, the whole forum is very harmonious.

Chu Guang did not join the discussion, just silently marked those old brothers’ accounts, placing them on the next batch list.

No bragging – if you can, just do it.

Wait for the Alpha 0.6 version to come out, there will be a stage for you to shine.

Actually, Chu Guang has always been curious, how has Wasteland OL’s forum been so fierce every day and still hasn’t been blocked until now?

The official site has been online for over a month now, where the daily active users are about to break ten thousand, and there are quite a lot of people.

That kid named Grandpa Ao must have reported a lot.

Yet, it doesn’t seem to make any difference.

"Unbelievable."

Including the ability to mysteriously get helmets delivered right to the players’ doorsteps – if that’s something high tech can do, then it’s truly incredible.

It’s almost like magic...

Chu Guang, playing with a ballpoint pen in his hand, leaned back in his chair and smacked his tongue.

Right then, he suddenly remembered the "Morphogenesis Field" mentioned in that recording.

"Xiao Qi."

Xiao Qi, which was charging, raised its camera head.

"What’s up, Master."

Chu Guang pondered for a moment, then said,

"Have you ever heard of the Morphogenesis Field?"

"Is it the main research topic of Shelter No. 404?"

"Eh?" Chu Guang sat up in surprise, looking at the wastebasket crouched in the corner, and asked, "You know?"

"Master... I have mentioned this before, Xiao Qi’s saved information, it’s all obtained from you." Xiao Qi’s voice sounded somewhat helpless.

Alright.

Got excited for nothing.

But it was just trivial stuff anyway.

Chu Guang leaned back on his chair again, dropped the pen, grabbed the mouse, and started a new round of playing Stars, gazing out at the virtual sea.

...

Ever since it was equipped with the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiao Qi’s field of vision had expanded significantly.

The silvery spherical drone would usually hang quietly 50 to 100 meters above the Outpost Base – so tiny that no one would notice.

If necessary, it could also be redeployed around the park. As long as it didn’t fly beyond three kilometers, the signal was quite good.

Through the VM device worn on his arm, Chu Guang only needed to make a light swipe on the touch screen with his index finger to drag and redeploy the drone horizontally.

This feeling was just like playing a god-perspective RTS Game.

The only pity was that players had their own ideas, and he couldn’t box-select the little blue figures on the screen to micromanage.

Otherwise, it would have been just like an RTS game.

Peeking at screens was really too enjoyable. Hugging his VM, Chu Guang dragged the drone to the entrance of Street No.76 for a while, spying on those players grinding in the Greenhouse Ruins; then he dragged the drone near the Mutant tribe, to see what those green-skinned muscle-heads were busying themselves with.

Well, they seemed indeed very busy.

A few more corpses were added at the tribal gate, but the strange thing was, aside from the blatantly secret sentries, he didn’t see any of the muscular guys come out of the village.

Where did these corpses come from?

Out of thin air?

Unfortunately, the Mutants liked to use wood to make domes inside their village, and the corridors were hung with tattered cloth and clothes, which made it impossible to see the inside from high above.

Maybe?

Should he randomly select a small player to send in to feed them?

It wasn’t out of the question.

Only when the drone battery was about to die, triggering an automatic return to home did Chu Guang reluctantly put away his VM and gave control of the drone back to Xiao Qi.

...

Approaching dusk,

the market at the North gate was bustling.

There were stalls selling barbecue, performances involving eating mushrooms, and even those selling clothes, selling knives, and even "Goblin rocket launchers."

It must be said that each of these players was a talent. Even if the Game itself didn’t offer much content, they were able to create content and enjoy themselves thoroughly.

The natives living nearby were also drawn over by the lively atmosphere here.

But they were too embarrassed to get too close.

With their pockets empty and no Silver coins, they watched enviously from the side for a while and then quietly left.

"The market of the Blue Jackets is so lively."

"Their clothes look so beautiful, and so do the people."

"I saw the shells of Crack Claw Crabs; they made armor pieces out of the Crab’s shells? Although it doesn’t seem very durable, they actually killed the Crack Claw Crabs!"

"They actually use charcoal to grill meat; that’s really extravagant."

"If we could trade with them, that would be great..."

"Yeah, kids can’t just drink Milk, they’ll need to eat some porridge or mush when they get bigger... Their horn potatoes are nice, bigger than those we’ve seen in the North."

"I wonder if they need short-term workers, there are even fewer game animals in winter; it would be nice to exchange some labor for Money."

"I want to save up for an axe. Their axes seem to be more solid than ours, made of steel... I’ve only seen steel tools at big Survivor Bases."

Sitting around the central village fire, the refugees ate their flatbread and drank their warmed camel Milk, whispering quietly to each other with faces full of envy.

Those Blue Jackets, unlike them, didn’t need to build very big and tall bonfires to get warm but used those small torches dipped in black tar to light up the entire camp.

They were just too rich!

But as much as they envied,

the distinction in status was etched into DNA.

Having a place to settle down next to a big force’s base, not being driven away, they were already quite content.

At least they were pretty satisfied with life now.

Watching the wisps of black smoke rising from the distant camps and sitting among his tribesmen, Wu Tieaxe fell into a long contemplation.

The night passed without words.

The next morning,

Wu Tieaxe went alone to Outpost Base and after asking permission from the on-duty guard at the door, he met with Chu Guang, who had just come up from the Shelter No. 404.

"Respected sir, there is something for which I would like to earnestly request your help!"

Again?

Chu Guang yawned.

"I don’t lend out Seeds, let’s not talk about that."

Wu Tieaxe’s face showed an embarrassed expression as he explained with his head hanging low.

"I was too presumptuous last time. This time, I’ve come to you, not for Seeds."

Chu Guang gave him a curious glance.

"Oh? You tell me."

Wu Tiefu didn’t beat around the bush and stated bluntly.

"My tribespeople wish to set up a stall at the North gate market of your Outpost Base, and we humbly request your permission to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel’s hide."

How big is a piece of land the size of a camel’s hide?

Chu Guang had never used such a strange unit of measurement.

However, the focus wasn’t on the area.

"Setting up a stall, is it? What are you looking to trade?"

Wu Tiefu continued.

"Some leather goods, scavenged parts, tools we’ve crafted ourselves, and things like game... I can assure you with my head that my people will not cause you trouble. We only wish to barter for some grains and tubers to feed our children."

Assuring with their heads was still acceptable.

Typically, survivor settlements are quite averse to doing business with nomads, as these wanderers often don’t have much of value to offer, and no one likes a savage stall owner.

But if you consider the issue from another angle...

Chu Guang pondered for a moment.

With an idea in mind, he looked at the tribal leader before him and said,

"I can allow you to enter the North gate market, but you must adhere to the rules we have set. Such as guaranteeing that your business activities are decent and orderly, keeping the area in front of your stall clean and unobstructive to traffic, no private fighting, no forcing sales or purchases, no private trading of slaves, no selling addictive drugs, etc."

"Additionally, while operating a stall in our market, you can only use our official currency. Any commodities sold must also be guaranteed for quality. In case of disputes, everything will be determined based on the rules and arbitration results stipulated."

"The specific details are posted on the notice board at the North gate. If you can accept these terms, I will give you a stall."

Wu Tiefu nodded respectfully.

"We are willing to accept, sir."

"I hope you have seriously considered the weight behind that ’willing,’" said Chu Guang, looking at him, "then it’s settled."

...

In fact, Chu Guang had given thorough consideration before allowing these nomads to deepen their interactions with the players.

This was even before Wu Tiefu took the initiative to approach him.

If properly managed, appropriate trade exchanges could foster good relations between both parties.

The players gained benefits, the natives got their food rations, and copper and silver coins naturally found their way into the pockets of the natives.

This wave was certainly a win-win.

Or perhaps it should be called a triple win?

After all, he had won thrice.

Evening.

The players who had gone out to work were returning to Outpost Base, carrying the spoils of the day.

Just as they were about to head to the North gate market to set up a stall, they were surprised to discover an NPC stall at the market entrance?

Aren’t NPCs supposed to conduct business within the base?

Could it be that an increase in prosperity has triggered a hidden plotline?

In front of the stall, two NPCs dressed in beast skins with an exotic look, were sitting on the ground next to a basin of charcoal for warmth.

Both were young; the elder appeared to be in her early twenties, and her demeanor was steady and quiet. The younger one looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, with large eyes that blinked and looked around, filled with curiosity for everything here.

The two seemed to be sisters.

The firelight from the charcoal reflected on their wheatish cheeks, covering up any signs of malnourishment, giving them a rosy and glossy look.

Before them lay a camel hide, on which colorful stone jewelry, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, holsters, and other trinkets were displayed, along with freshly slaughtered hyena meat.

And it was the prime cuts of leg meat and tenderloin.

Besides that, there was also freshly squeezed milk, stored in iron and aluminum containers; in short, the stall had all sorts of items.

Although the players didn’t really lack game, they were still filled with curiosity about the NPC that had suddenly appeared in their trading market.

"Why is this NPC at our market?"

"So cute!"

"Hey Mole Old Brother, you get what I’m saying, right?"

"Dammit! All you guys think about is doujinshi, who’ll be blamed when you get muted?"

"Uh, we didn’t mention doujinshi yet."

"!!!"

"Tails thinks it looks huge!"

Chu Guang was also curious about what the locals were selling, so he walked up to a stall to take a look.

Seeing the Manager approaching, the players immediately cleared a path, eagerly waiting to trigger a storyline.

Chu Guang looked at the two and asked,

"What are your names?"

Just as the elder was about to speak, the younger one stretched out her arm, raising her hand with great enthusiasm to answer first.

"I’m Autumn Leaves!"

Chu Guang had a rough idea of the naming style of this tribe, figuring they probably named themselves after whatever they saw or whatever happened during their travels.

It was certainly more normal than Iron Axe.

"And your sister?"

"Autumn Grass!"

"Pfft."

Chu Guang almost couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

But he managed to hold it in.

"...Nice names."

Observing the Manager’s expressions covertly, the elder sister whispered,

"Sir, my little sister is still young and lacks discipline. If she has offended you... please punish me, and please don’t be harsh on her."

"No, your sister is quite adorable."

After asking so many questions, it would seem stingy of him not to buy anything.

Chu Guang glanced over the items on the stall, where every commodity had a wooden tag next to it with Arabic numerals, clearly priced as per the rules he had established.

He taught them these numbers mainly for the players’ understanding.

Good, these refugees were obedient.

They weren’t as "evil" as they were rumored to be.

Laying down one silver coin, Chu Guang chose a smaller plastic bottle.

"Let’s try the camel milk."

Autumn Leaves: "Ah, the camel milk is the bottle next to it—"

"It’s fine, cow milk will do."

Having said that, Chu Guang carried the plastic bottle off to have it appraised by Crow.

The young girl wanted to follow and explain, but her sister, who had been silent and blushing throughout, held her back, shaking her head gently and whispering,

"We can’t go beyond that gate, can’t run around in the market, and can’t talk back to that gentleman, understand?"

"Everything here belongs to him, and we give him whatever he wants."

Besides, he had rightfully paid.

Although the tone might be strict, but a benevolent ruler.

The young girl looked aggrieved.

She had only good intentions, yet still got scolded by her sister.

"Alright then."

She said so, but inside, she was still troubled.

That really wasn’t camel milk...

The elder sister smiled tenderly and stroked her little sister’s head.

"Good girl."

The players gathered around and were discussing the recent storyline with various takes, some wildly inaccurate, but they got a general idea.

Especially since they saw the Manager himself make a purchase, they followed suit one after another.

"I’ll take a dagger set!"

"Which one is camel milk? I want camel milk! Eh? Is that how it’s pronounced?"

"That one’s sold out!"

"What’s this fruit? It looks dark and nondescript, can you eat it?"

"Who cares, buy it and let Crow Boss try it, then we’ll know."

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