This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 129: This wave is not a loss!

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: This wave is not a loss!

Wang Biao could never have known that the position of security team captain wasn’t something Old Charlie had the authority to appoint on his own, it was merely announced through him.

After all, nominally, the security team was under the Street Office, loyal to the entire residents of Bet Street.

However, in reality, Shelter No. 404 had long taken over the control of Bet Street.

Be it the mayor or the captain of the security team, they were actually appointed personally by the noble manager of Shelter No. 404...

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All players of Shelter No. 404 VM:

[Today’s News:

1. Last evening, someone spotted traces of Crack Claw Crabs by the lake, fishing players please be cautious when baiting.

2. The situation in the northern part of River Valley Province continues to be tumultuous, if you see a large number of refugees, please report immediately to the noble manager.

3. Goblin Technology is selling a limited edition of Wasteland Punk clothing, seven items that completely embody the spirit of the wastelanders, sold while stock lasts! (This is a paid advertisement, advertising space available for long-term rental, if interested please contact the manager’s assistant.)]

[Outpost Base new food varieties: Corn and beets]

[Today’s recommended recipe: Fried crispy corn cakes and freshly squeezed beet juice.]

[New supplies added to the warehouse: Granulated sugar.]

[Warm tip: According to the fortunetelling by the weapon shop’s lady owner, heading north for exploration could bring good luck. But remember not to walk too far alone, encountering zombies can be very painful!]

The sun rose.

The dawn’s faint light scattered across the snow, illuminating footprints that spread from the hospital to the outdoors.

Players who had already decided on their destinations left the Outpost Base in groups of three to five, while those who hadn’t decided yet lingered in the square.

A lot of them were newbies who had just joined the game.

Shocked by what was before their eyes, they first froze like statues, then danced around in excitement, losing their minds.

Some players kneeled on the ground, excitedly stuffing snow into their mouths.

Of course, that was comparatively sane; tasting the snow was not exactly a socially fatal act.

As for some eye-watering newbie players, to prevent them from committing social suicide, Chu Guang would force them offline for 10 minutes to cool down in reality before returning.

Regardless, today was another beautiful day filled with hope.

"Change of clothes! 90 silver coins for a second-hand revolver. PM me if interested!"

"Boss, I’m a newbie! How long does it take to earn 90 silver coins?"

"Very quick, if you’re lucky, two to three days, unlucky, maybe a week of hard grinding. You better find a fellow Sequence peer to take you on the ’Pass the Torch’ task, reach LV1 and you’ll be able to defend yourself, the reward is just enough to buy a set of hunting gear."

"Any Perception-type players around? Starting a settlement in the north, interested folks PM!"

"Shocking! Have you all seen today’s VM push? The designers finally remembered to enrich our recipes!"

"Wuwuwu, finally there’s new food! Life-career players are weeping with joy!"

"But jeez, the prices of corn and beets are so expensive, twice as much as green wheat and horned potatoes."

"Maybe it’s because green wheat and horned potatoes are easier to grow."

"When will Makabazi’s Greenhouse Farm finally open? They placed a sign by the lake and then nothing?"

"I don’t know. I feel like the moment the Greenhouse Ruins are conquered, he might just find himself unemployed on the spot."

"Hahahaha, that’s too tragic!"

Currently, the exploration of Greenhouse Ruins was in its final stage.

The Bull-Cow Squad successfully reached the gate near the first floor, activated it, and disconnected the surface level from the other floors.

This prevented Devil Moths from reinforcing from other floors.

The remaining task was to clean up the stragglers.

According to Fang Chang’s post on the official forum, it could be done in a day if things went fast, and two days should be more than enough if it went slow.

And by then, the constant-temperature planting units filled with Spirit Leaf on the First Floor of the Greenhouse Ruins could be reused.

Just when the players jubilantly started their new day of brick moving, Chu Guang, who had just finished the opening remarks for the new players, turned around and went back to the shelter, opened the Manager’s allowance page in the System, and confirmed his rewards.

During these days, the players had been quite diligent, and his reward points had accumulated to 137 points.

Time to joyfully open some blind boxes again!

Chu Guang didn’t start immediately, instead, he went down to B2 level to wash his face, and then leisurely began to draw.

basic blind boxes yielded 4 lollipops, 2 cans of pork with soybeans weighing 500g each, and one 200g pack of cumin.

Overall, his luck wasn’t bad.

Not to mention the two cans—food produced by the shelter never disappointed Chu Guang. And then there was the pack of cumin, a prized item!

Barbecue without cumin was soulless!

As for the 3 intermediate blind boxes and 1 advanced blind box, the items they yielded were rather ordinary: three packs of hemostatic bandages and one EMP grenade.

Especially the latter, specifically designed to damage electronic devices and absolutely useless against other kinds of targets.

Excluding some friendly unit, Chu Guang couldn’t even find any target that could be damaged by this grenade.

And the most annoying part was that it was a one-time use item.

Something that cost 100 reward points and could only be used once—too frustrating!

"Damn it, I’d rather have more bandages!"

Even a drone would be better.

Cursing under his breath, Chu Guang picked up the grenade from the conveyor belt, opened the System interface, and glanced at his task panel.

The only task left now was the one triggered when he first encountered the Mutant tribe, to wipe out the Mutant tribe.

At that time, the shelter was short-staffed, counting himself, there were only five people in total. Chu Guang sensibly chose to turn around and flee.

Now, the population of Outpost Base had increased many times over, with the number of players alone reaching 250, a stark contrast to the initial situation.

Looking at the task reward of 200 reward points, Chu Guang felt an itch in his heart.

Speaking of which, the weapon shop had received a new shipment of weapons, and the number of players who had bought guns had reached the hundreds. It could be said they were well-armed.

How could they not strike at the Mutant tribe?

It wasn’t just to draw a couple more advanced blind boxes.

It mainly bothered him that these green-skinned muscleheads were living not far from his doorstep, making it hard to sleep peacefully.

Looking at the remaining side quest in the System interface, Chu Guang felt it was time to settle things with those green-skinned muscleheads.

Thinking this, without hesitation, Chu Guang immediately used VM to compose a task and sent it to the nearby small players at Outpost Base.

[Mission: Raid on Mutant Tribe at Street No. 76 (limited to 10 people)]

[Synopsis: The Mutant Tribe at Street No. 76 poses a continuous threat to the safety of Outpost Base, and we have no room for negotiation with these barbarians. We need a swift raid to diminish their living forces while assessing their strengths and weaknesses. No matter the method, kill at least one Mutant!]

[Level Requirement: Serial Level LV4 and above]

[Reward: 15 silver coins per participant for the raid, plus an additional 15 silver coins in team bonus for each Mutant killed.]

Edit complete.

Click send!

In less than half a minute, the number of applicants surged to more than 40 people, probably because the rewards were so high that even players in non-combat roles joined the fray.

Chu Guang carefully selected 4 strength-type players, 3 agility-type players, 2 constitution-type players, and 1 perception-type player based on their contribution and level, forming a raid team with the highest-contributing player as the team leader.

Next, Chu Guang deployed a drone over the Mutant tribe and sent aerial images to the players’ VMs.

Everything was ready!

The players, having completed their team setup, quickly changed into their combat gear and, carrying weapons, headed in the direction of Street No. 76.

From the vantage point of the drone, Chu Guang could clearly see the small heads gathering at the entry of Street No. 76.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t micro-manage their actions.

Otherwise, it would have been almost like playing an RTS game...

Meanwhile, at the frontline.

The players who had gathered at the entrance of Street No. 76 started devising specific battle plans based on the aerial footage they’d received through VM.

The Mutant tribe was located within a small community, capped with a dome, obscuring any view inside. Complex terrain surrounded by the ruins of tall buildings made it difficult to approach.

Additionally, there were outposts scattered nearby.

These green-skinned brutes were quite sneaky, using covers for camouflage. Besides the outposts exposed by the drone, there were definitely more hidden in unknown street corners.

Construction Kid and Brick: "Why don’t we try dropping things from high up? The tallest building nearby has 30 floors, we could go to the rooftop and throw stones down to smash those beasts."

Throwing a stone from the 30th floor would be no less powerful than a bullet. If it hit, it would either kill or severely maim the target!

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Good idea, but the uncertainty now is whether there are other Variants inside the high-rise."

Edge Shoveling: "What good idea? It’s nonsense, the building is so wrecked, how would you get up there? Even if you did, with the north wind blowing like this, who could you possibly hit? You can’t expect them to just stand there and let you hit them? Once they react, prepare to be encircled. In such a high building, there’s nowhere to run!"

Gnome King Riches: "Then what do you suggest?"

Edge Shoveling: "I’m Perception-type, let a Body Constitution System player coordinate with me to draw aggro. Once we lure the Mutants to our ambush spot, we can open fire and gun them down chaotically. I don’t believe these green-skinned brutes can withstand my 7mm!"

Midnight Chicken Killing: "I say we charge! My axe is already thirsting for blood!"

In the end, everyone agreed with Edge Shoveling’s suggestion.

Eight players dispersed behind cover in the middle region of Street No. 76, with one Body Constitution System player and one Perception-type player cautiously advancing toward the Mutant tribe.

The plan proceeded smoothly.

However, just as the two decoys walked nearly two hundred meters away from the ambush point, something unexpected happened.

Neighbor Old Wang, who was in the lead, kicked a tripwire buried in the snow. Before he could react, a can hidden under a car wreckage exploded instantly.

Shards flew wildly, peppering a nearby car door with holes.

Neighbor Old Wang, who was caught between two car wrecks, couldn’t even let out a cry before he was shredded by the flying shrapnel and collapsed bloody in the snow.

The explosion’s sound echoed in the abandoned silence of Street No. 76.

Seeing their teammate blasted to death, Edge Shoveling, who was walking behind, was completely dumbfounded.

What happened?

Can’t Perception-types detect mines?

Maybe the mine was too well-hidden, he felt not even the slightest hint of danger.

Regardless, with things as they stood, Edge Shoveling made a snap decision, rushed over to retrieve his teammate’s VM and revolver, turned around, and bolted.

However, danger was a step too fast; he had barely run a few steps when whoosh—a cold arrow flew from a distance, striking his thigh.

"Fuck!"

His knee buckled, and Edge Shoveling, who was mid-run, stumbled forward, falling face-first into the snow.

Ignoring the wound on his thigh, his mind ringing with alarm, he instantly rolled to the side and hid behind the wrecked car nearby.

Almost grazing his shoulder, another cold arrow followed closely, embedding itself where he had just lain.

A chill ran down his spine, and Edge Shoveling couldn’t help but shiver.

Had he been a moment slower, he might’ve been sent straight back to the official website as an observer.

Fortunately, the arrow hadn’t hit an artery; he grimaced and snapped off the arrow shaft.

It surprisingly didn’t hurt much.

It’s the blood gushing outward that looks a bit creepy.

"Damn it... I underestimated them!"

I didn’t expect the AI in the game to be so smart; these mutants were actually setting up an ambush!

There was no fear in my heart; leaning behind the cover, "Edge Shoveling" got even more excited instead.

What’s the fun in fighting idiots?

Being able to clash with the strong, even if it meant death, was a death without regrets!

After all, it’s just a game; you won’t really die.

"Ahhh, die, you bastards!"

Grabbing a teammate’s revolver and peeking out from behind cover, "Edge Shoveling" didn’t even aim and just wildly pressed the trigger in the direction from which the arrow had come.

Six bullets fired rapidly, a wild shooting that hit nothing but air, didn’t even see where the person was.

However, although he didn’t hit anyone, his random shooting dragged the mutant hidden in the shadows out into the open.

Maybe it felt it had its prey cornered, or maybe it was out of confidence in its own strength.

A mutant, two meters tall with bulging muscles, stepped out from the shadows. In its hand was a hunting bow, its right hand pulled back on the string, its ugly face cold and fierce, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Edge Shoveling," leaning behind cover, held his breath.

Is this still a human?

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

The shout echoed through the street.

Although the mutants couldn’t understand what the human was saying, they dismissed it as the prey’s anguished cries.

Keep closing in!

However, just then, intense gunfire suddenly erupted from the other end of the street.

meters away, eight rifles fired simultaneously, and the unsuspecting mutant caught two bullets directly in the chest, splattering a trail of blood.

"Ah!"

With a pained roar, the shot mutant fell to the ground and rolled behind a bus stop sign on the side of the road.

Such a minor injury was nothing to it.

As long as it wasn’t fatal, even with broken bones, it could heal itself with its powerful regeneration ability.

Preparing to strike back with the hunting bow, however, just at that moment, a stream of white smoke suddenly shot up from the position of those firing at him from a distance.

Before the mutant could react, the white smoke hit the trash bin behind it, followed by something the size of a fist that then rolled into the nearby snow.

After a brief pause, a burst of explosive fire shot into the sky, shrapnel and smoke instantly engulfing the mutant.

Although it didn’t kill it on the spot, a human wielding an axe quickly charged forward, howling as he swung the axe down, decapitating the mutant.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Cover me; I’m going to pull up our buddy Edge!"

"And Neighbor Old Wang!"

"He’s too far, forget him for now! VM and guns are with me; if we can’t drag the bodies, just leave them!"

Under the cover of his teammates, a strength-type player carried the injured "Edge Shoveling" towards the direction of Street No. 76.

The mutants’ reinforcements had already arrived, and their operation had to be ended prematurely.

dead and 1 wounded in battle, exchanged for 1

Clearly, this group of mutants wasn’t as easy to handle as anticipated; not only were they skilled in urban warfare, but they also knew how to set traps.

Nevertheless, they still managed to kill one of them.

This round was not a loss!

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