This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 127: The First Code of Bet Street!

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: The First Code of Bet Street!

Boss Xia got plastered.

Chu Guang wasn’t paying attention, and this guy actually took all the money out of his pocket to buy liquor. He just sat on the chair and guzzled without even taking a bite of the dishes.

This person always spends without thinking of tomorrow, it’s a miracle she has lived until now.

But...

This seems to be a true reflection of the Wasteland Wanderers.

Even if tomorrow is hell, today we must live optimistically for ourselves.

"Burp... I can still drink!" With red hair disheveled over her shoulders and reeking of alcohol, Xia Yan, holding up her cup, babbled and clamored.

"No one’s stopping you."

Chu Guang gently pushed the head that had fallen on his shoulder onto the armrest to lie down.

Sitting on the bench at the northern gate, Chu Guang sipped a bit of wine, savored the slightly tannic sweetness, and then didn’t continue.

Because of the psychological shadows from his past life, he restrained himself from drinking more. After all, if he got drunk again and lost his life, he didn’t have the confidence to be reborn well in this world.

Moderation is a virtue higher even than kindness.

It’s not because he was scared.

In the distance, the Nomads also joined the players’ celebration. The talented singers and dancers among them quickly won the applause and cheers of the players.

"My lord... Although I do not wish to dampen your spirits, today’s consumption of food might be a bit excessive. The raw meat at the discount stall has almost sold out, and there isn’t much grain left either," Old Luka, bending over, came up to Chu Guang, and said cautiously, "Those nomads spent all the silver coins you rewarded them on double-headed potatoes, and they didn’t even use them for the celebration, but took them all back to their tribe."

He didn’t dare to say another thing, which was that these Blue Jackets could really eat, almost as if they wanted to eat two meals in one go.

But since the residents of the refuge had a status higher than his own, and the concept of status was ingrained in Luka’s bones, he dared not overstep and could only pick on the Nomads’ faults.

"It’s fine, a banquet can’t happen every day," Chu Guang said with a light smile. "Taking these things out was meant to let everyone have a good time. Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out."

It’s a game, after all, having fun is what’s important.

Coincidentally it was a day worth celebrating, taking out some supplies to organize an event for the players was also helpful in boosting morale and improving the server environment.

There are always people on the Forum complaining that his Wasteland OL is not casual enough.

Here you go, casual content has arrived.

Seeing how happy those players looked, they seemed to be having a good time.

Seeing his master speak this way, Luka no longer said more and respectfully bowed and stepped back.

...

"Woowoowoo, I can’t drink anymore."

"Then don’t drink."

"Water..."

"Stop flailing around, be still."

Having carried the drunk Xia Yan back to the refuge, Chu Guang tossed her onto the bed, placing her walking stick by the bedside.

Her pupils were dilated, her eyes misty; her cheeks were redder than her own hair, with the redness extending to her earlobes. One button of her collar had come undone, likely scrubbed open, revealing her collarbone and a hint of fair skin.

Chu Guang casually covered her with the blanket.

Speaking of which, her tolerance for alcohol was really rubbish.

Did the taverns in Giant Stone City only sell plain water?

Chu Guang had more than once heard her boasting, bragging about how much she could drink and such, but now it seemed she really was just bragging.

Sitting in the room, Little Fish blinked curiously at the scene.

"Did she drink alcohol?"

She once tasted alcohol and just once. That was when her brother got married, and her sister-in-law brought it from home.

She still remembered that taste to this day—both astringent and bitter, not pleasing at all.

Dad also said that when she got married, he would prepare a bottle for her to bring to her husband’s family. But she didn’t want to drink it at all; if only she could trade it for candy.

"Uh-huh, this one got drunk," Chu Guang placed a bottle of milk on the table, "if she wakes up later and clamors for water, give her this to drink... I’m leaving her in your care."

Little Fish nodded eagerly and said earnestly.

"Yeah! You can count on Little Fish!"

That’s nice.

If only every person in the refuge could be as well-behaved and sensible as Little Fish.

Then he could write every day.

Resisting the urge to pet her head, Chu Guang rewarded her with a chocolate-flavored lollipop, telling her to wait until tomorrow to eat it, and then turned back to the residents’ hall, opening his computer.

Old routine, first check the Forum.

By this time, most of the players had already logged off, leaving only some newbies cleaning up and life-skilled players still online grinding missions.

Chu Guang glanced at the posts on the Forum.

Unsurprisingly, in the few minutes that he was carrying Xia Yan back to the refuge, these idiots started concocting stories about him again.

Tail: "Big news! Tail saw the Manager carrying the shop manager back to the refuge! (｀∀´)Ψ"

WC True Mosquito: "Shocking! The weapon shop’s owner is actually the Manager!"

Gnome King Riches: "I even saw them go into a room together!"

Don’t Talk Nonsense: "They haven’t come out for ten minutes!"

Night Ten: "! Only ten minutes for the Manager?!"

Elena: "Your discussion makes me feel like I missed an update. Just tell me how old the child is. (jokingly)"

Escaped Mole from the Valley: "Does any eloquent brother want to fill in on the details? WC True Mosquito said he’s willing to pay for it."

WC True Mosquito: "No money, no money, went bankrupt today. QAQ"

Escaped Mole from the Valley: "Alas, what use are you... I guess it’s up to me to take action, isn’t it?"

Night Ten: "Mole Old Brother, you rock! (breaking voice)"

Watching this group of sand sculptures start to fill in those nonexistent details, Chu Guang, who was lurking behind the screen, couldn’t help but chipped in with a line of text.

Light: "Hold up, those kinds of pictures, and that kind of writing are not allowed, okay?"

Escaped Mole from the Valley: "Damn! I’ll go outside to write! Brothers, let’s go!"

Night Ten: "Ao! Charge!"

Tail: "Ollie road! (｀∀´)Ψ"

Chu Guang: "..."

Aside from the less serious posts, there was indeed some serious discussion happening on the forum.

For instance, a newbie called "Spring Water Commander" shared his experience of getting so drunk in-game that he lost his connection, along with the brainstorm it triggered.

"Shocked, the drunkenness effect in the Game is too realistic, who knew that blacking out could actually disconnect you! Let’s analyze rationally, when you need to log out temporarily in the game, you can totally slam down a bottle of vodka."

This idea seemed not bad, but this little player clearly forgot to consider how to come back after disconnecting. Once you’ve chugged till blackout, it’s not something you can wake up from whenever you like, and even if you do wake up, you’d still be suffering from a hangover DEBUFF.

Sure enough, there were complaints right below the post.

Construction Lad with a Brick: "Don’t listen to this guy, the blackout DEBUFF lasts over two hours! You can forget about logging back into the Game during that time. And the most crucial thing is... after you blackout, you might actually wet your pants! If you want to social suicide, go ahead and try it, I sure as hell won’t dare T.T"

Night Ten: "Logging out with strong alcohol is fine, bro, but you might as well ask Crow Boss for a mushroom, it’s way faster than that. (amused)"

Crow: "Shut up! You’re slandering me! When have I ever sold poisoned mushrooms! (`Д´*)9 "

Elena: "Scary. (amused)"

Although drinking in-game caused a string of DEBUFFs and the experience from inebriation to blackout wasn’t as realistic as in real life, everyone still highly praised the fact that you could actually drink in Wasteland OL.

Especially for some players with alcohol intolerance who wouldn’t touch alcohol in reality, but got to experience drunkenness for the first time in the game.

Although everyone agreed that one experience was enough.

The feeling of struggling with the network connection was simply too unpleasant.

Besides discussions about the evening banquet, the forum’s main topics were still centered on the daytime "Liberate Bet Street" mission.

Some clever little players, after carefully observing NPCs, discovered some very interesting things.

The NPCs were so life-like, almost just like real people, each one with his own unique life trajectory.

And this trajectory was different from Red Dead Redemption, it didn’t seem pre-designed but rather it looked like it was calculated in real-time by the program.

If it weren’t for the many unscientific aspects, they would be tempted to suspect that these NPCs were all played by customer service staff.

Like the workers of an escape room, or the DMs of a murder mystery game...

Debt Giant Eye: "This Game is too realistic! Although that’s a selling point, sometimes being overly realistic can be a hassle. It’s the first time I’ve seen a game where even the Novice Village has to be built by players, and not just constructing buildings, but even the NPCs in the village have to be imported from outside."

Old White: "Haha, isn’t that interesting? Watching the game world change bit by bit because of our actions, isn’t that much more fun than just mindlessly grinding monsters?"

The earliest Outpost Base had nothing but a dilapidated building surrounded by trees.

Now there’s not only an enclosing wall and a moat but also a full granary and storehouse, the refuge has opened up to the B2 level, and the Manager has even put on "God Equip."

Thinking that he had contributed to this, Old White felt a sense of accomplishment and pride so full it was about to overflow.

A completely realistic Virtual Reality Game is simply amazing!

Grandpa Ao: "Laugh, what’s the point of this? I suggest playing a few more games to broaden your horizons, so you don’t appear too ignorant. Ever played The Elder Scrolls V? You kids probably haven’t even heard of it, right? I massacred every NPC and player in Morning Wind Province by myself, until the GM had to privately message me, begging for mercy. Not only did they clear my red name, but they also gave me a year of VIP."

Wild Wind: "Bro, your bait is way too obvious, I almost suspect you’re trolling."

Old White: "Hahaha! To each their own joys and sorrows, I understand! (grinning)"

Gnome King Riches: "Ah, suddenly I feel like it’d be better not to go open beta. Otherwise, releasing a bunch of arrogant types in here, feels like it won’t be playable anymore. T.T"

Night Ten: "You’re overthinking it, is this a game for kids? (amused)"

Fang Chang: "Releasing activation codes slowly as is happening currently is pretty good, but the Company needs to make money, right? Open beta is inevitable, it’ll be interesting to see how the operators handle it then."

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "No, don’t say that, you Europeans, are so unappreciative! I haven’t even got my reservation qualification yet! T.T"

Night Ten: "There’s a long line of people waiting, be patient. (Funny face)"

...

The next day.

The messenger from Brown’s farm brought the promised "thank-you gift."

A total of 15 tons of grains, packed into four covered wagons, were pulled by double-headed cows to the warehouse entrance at Outpost Base.

Who would have thought that Brown’s farm actually had cattle?

Chu Guang stroked his chin and pondered.

Perhaps sensing something from the gaze of the esteemed Manager, the messenger dared not stay a second longer. After receiving promises of friendly trade and exchanges, he immediately called for the servants and, urging the cattle-drawn wagons, took to the road once more.

After sending off the messenger from Brown’s farm, it was already noon. Yu Hu, with a handwritten letter from Old Charlie, rushed from Bet Street to Outpost Base.

Enclosed in the envelope was a draft of the legal code he had worked on overnight.

Chu Guang glanced over it, confirmed there were no major issues, and then signed his name and the date, indicating the document took effect immediately.

Having a code of law is the first step to establishing order. The first legislation didn’t need to be too complex—the simpler, the better, so even scavengers who couldn’t recognize a single character could understand.

As for subdividing regulations for each field and industry, as well as detailed explanations and clauses of the laws, these could be further refined during subsequent implementation.

Just like the Player’s Manual, which had been updated to version 4.0, practically spelling out what one mustn’t do and the consequences that followed. The initial 1.0 version was only a few short lines.

Currently, Bet Street was only a small village with a little over a hundred households. Old Charlie had ample time to explore rules suitable for the survivors of the Wasteland.

Chu Guang felt quite reassured with Old Charlie serving as the mayor of Bet Street.

This former butler knew Bet Street well enough and had the capability to handle this not-too-difficult job.

Apart from the mayor, the next appointment to make was the captain of the town guard.

The original captain, a direct relative of the old mayor, plainly could not be retained—it was merciful enough not to strip him of his possessions and expel him.

After much thought, Chu Guang ultimately decided to assign this task to Yu Family’s eldest son, Yu Xiong.

Compared to his brother Yu Hu, he was a bit more flexible in his thinking and more meticulous in his actions.

Most importantly, he was already married with a child on the way. A family man is naturally more stable than one without family commitments.

With Bet Street’s original guard dissolved and its defenses nearly nonexistent, it was crucial to establish a new guard as quickly as possible to prevent chaos.

Considering Bet Street’s distance from the players’ respawn point, it was only practical to recruit the town guard from the local population.

In subsequent tasks, the captain of the guard would not only need to maintain Bet Street’s security but also organize patrols to eliminate high-threat Variants in the vicinity of Bet Street.

The patrol teams could be composed of a mix of players and NPCs, and this aspect could be part of a mission.

Chu Guang planned to repair and reinforce Bet Street’s enclosing wall with surplus building materials, creating a sanctuary for more survivors.

However, the present top priority was to develop the base at Linghu Wetland Park.

The broadcast he had heard at Old Leech’s house was filled with nonsense, but it still revealed some useful information.

The instability in the northern part of River Valley Province seemed to be intensifying, with more refugees migrating from the north to the south.

If the news was accurate, then Linghu Wetland Park, located at the gateway north of Qingquan City, would soon welcome a large influx of new refugees.

For the nascent Outpost Base, this would undoubtedly pose a severe test!

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(Sorry! It’s a bit late!)

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