This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 132: Wood Gasification and Steam Power!

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Wood Gasification and Steam Power!

Dead players were sent to the morgue, the Active Substance Extractor began its work, and with so many bodies piled up, it would likely be busy until tomorrow morning.

Currently, the active substance reserves at Outpost Base were sufficient, and although the casualties of over a dozen people were significant, they weren’t catastrophic.

The six severely wounded people left should honestly return to the Cultivation Chamber and lie down to heal their injuries.

As for those missing limbs or unable to get out of bed for ten days to a half a month, they might as well go queue in the morgue.

After all, VM was retrieved, and equipment stored, there was no death penalty for sacrificing in the defense of Outpost Base, instead, a small condolence payment was made.

Though those few silver coins as condolence payment couldn’t match what was earned in the game, they could still be considered a small comfort.

Eventually, Chu Guang discovered that out of the six seriously injured players, four actually "patched themselves up."

These people really didn’t hesitate at all...

Drum Washer: "Wait a minute! Can I try jumping off a building? I’ve never tried that before!"

Other Party is typing: "Do you want to make Little Fish cry?"

Drum Washer: "Uh, okay, never mind then, I’ll just lie down in the furnace..."

Anyway, with pain inhibition, being alive or dead made no difference when lying down in it.

According to the descriptions from the old timers on the forum, while lying in that iron coffin, you’d initially feel a bit warm, and before you even start sweating, you’d disconnect just like that, similar to logging off in the Cultivation Chamber.

Chu Guang wasn’t interested in watching the little players describe how they courted death; what concerned him was that the mutants actually understood tactics.

If he hadn’t decisively ordered a charge and personally eliminated high-threat targets, the players’ casualties would likely have doubled.

At least, the few little players who were already caught by the mutants were definitely not going to survive.

In any case, there was no room for negotiation between the two sides.

Once humans and mutants faced off, it was a battle to the death, and it would inevitably end with the complete annihilation of one side.

Chu Guang instructed Xiao Qi to set a few more surveillance points on the drone’s patrol route and designated Street No.76 as a key surveillance area, swinging by every 30 minutes to take some photos and observe any new developments.

However, these mutants were very cunning, hiding under vegetation, ruins, and buildings, making it difficult for drones to capture them from high altitudes.

After yesterday and today’s battles, the mutants on Street No.76 had become much more cautious, pulling their defenses back near their lair.

Honestly, this didn’t seem like something mutants would do.

Previously, Chu Guang found it odd that while he and the Looters had exchanged several rounds, the mutants at Street No.76 acted as if they hadn’t noticed, staying indoors and never coming out.

Even now, it was the same.

Even though the firefight had escalated, these mutants continued to prioritize defense and made no move to attack, not even stepping foot into the forest.

If it were just due to caution, it made no sense.

Thinking of the inexplicable fresh corpses at the gate, Chu Guang suspected there was some significant secret guarded within the mutants’ lair.

Were they sitting on top of a refuge?

Though filled with doubts, Chu Guang dared not fly the drone too close.

These perplexing questions would have to wait until after they had taken down the mutants’ lair for further exploration.

...

Real World.

In Shanghai, 8 PM.

Cars came and went on the highways, streets bustled, skyscrapers glimmered with neon, and in the midst of the dazzling nightlife, all was prosperous.

Having logged off and removed his helmet, Fang Chang felt restless at home and uninterested in other games, so he decided to take a stroll downstairs and enjoy the evening breeze by the river.

As he wandered along the street, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Fang Chang took it out and saw, surprisingly, a message from Old White.

Old White: "Brother, the first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins has been taken down!"

Fang Chang was startled, then typed a response,

"Already?!"

Old White: "It was just wrapping things up, there were only a few moths left. By the way, I shared the dungeon gain of 200 silver coins with Brother Mole and the others. As for the exploration rights to the second floor and basement one, Night Ten and I are holding onto them for now, ha. The manager gave us priority rights for seven days, which is plenty of time—I plan to continue down the dungeon after you come online tomorrow."

Fang Chang: "No problem, but why did you go offline too?"

Old White: "Hey, I just came off to share the joy with a good brother! I feared you might be feeling lonely down there. (Grimacing)"

Fang Chang: "I almost believed that!"

Old White: "Hahaha, enough bragging. The manager just summoned me to reallocate some manpower from the brick factory. I’m logging in to report now."

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

Having known him for so many years, he could even imagine the smug expression on Old White’s face.

Fang Chang: "Go ahead! And hey, we can sell the exploration rights to the second floor to Brother Mole. It’s pointless to hoard them if we’re not going to explore. If it goes to auction after seven days, we’ll lose 50%. I think we should focus our efforts on moving downward, targeting the B9 floor backup generator and the lair on the tenth floor. If all goes well, that’s where the good stuff will be!"

Old White: "Alright, I’ll ask around in a bit!"

Fang Chang turned off the mobile phone screen, his face brimming with envy.

If it weren’t for that arrow that hit him in the intestines, causing moderate blood loss, he wouldn’t need to spend an entire day lying in the cultivation chamber!

But it was unavoidable.

After all, he wasn’t a constitution-focused player - his base recovery speed was only slightly better than a normal person’s. The cultivation chamber only provided a recovery bonus; it didn’t actively repair damaged tissues.

That would probably be a feature of a "medical chamber."

This game always had a way of being inexplicably realistic.

Whether it was the resurrection cooldowns, healing time for wounds, or the requirement for game characters to sleep every day, it seemed as if the game operators were afraid of players staying too long on the servers.

However, Fang Chang could understand.

In such a fully realistic virtual reality game, if there weren’t any anti-addiction systems, many people would probably spend 24 hours a day in the game.

He definitely would.

"...If only my real body could be as strong as it is in the virtual world."

Looking at his right hand, Fang Chang clenched his fist, his heart itching unbearably; he couldn’t wait to put on the headgear and jump back into the game.

Oh well, maybe just a bit more shopping for now.

Just then, his eyes landed upon an advertisement for an archery club.

Feeling a slight stir, Fang Chang immediately turned and entered the adjacent mall, rode the elevator to the fifth floor, and found the archery club.

Despite the mall’s crowd, the club itself wasn’t very busy.

Fang Chang, holding his phone, purchased a ticket and, after ticket verification, followed one of the staff members to the archery range inside.

Before the staff could introduce anything, Fang Chang spoke proficiently,

"50-meter range, give me a 28-pound bow."

The archery club was located in a costly mall, and the longest range was only 50 meters. Nearby, many children and couples were playing at the 30-meter range. The latter was more newbie-friendly, but still, many people would aim at their own target but somehow hit the one next to it.

The staff member glanced at him in surprise,

"Bro, been here before?"

A 28-pound bow was a bit challenging for a beginner. The highest they had was 28 pounds; most customers used 16 or 20 pounds.

"I’ve played elsewhere."

Taking the bow, Fang Chang tested the string—he guessed the actual weight was around 26 pounds; probably because it was rarely used and poorly maintained, which had caused the bow limbs to lose some tension.

It doesn’t matter anymore.

After hearing what Fang Chang said, the staff member’s eyes lit up, and he immediately started pitching.

"Sure, bro, have you thought about getting a card? Our coach is a retired member from the provincial archery team, and we even host some competitions occasionally. Last month’s prize was a thousand bucks!"

Fang Chang chuckled.

The provincial archery team, huh.

Still, a bit small. Other stores brag about their managers participating in the Olympics.

Seeing Fang Chang’s smile, the staff member felt a bit awkward and forcefully coughed to change the subject.

"Bro, don’t rush to shoot, your bow-holding posture is wrong—"

Swish—!

He nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and released, all in a fluid motion.

Seeing the arrow nailed exactly in the center of the target, the staff member promoting the club was dumbfounded, his expression even more awkward as he coughed and continued.

"Nice shooting, bro! Lucky shot! But your posture is off, you could easily hurt yourself. Let me demonstrate the correct way to hold the bow—"

Swish—!

Another arrow hit right in the bullseye.

This time, the staff member figured this guy was here to show off, so he just shut up, waiting for him to make a mistake before continuing.

Fang Chang also wasn’t much of a talker, he just kept aiming at the bullseye, one arrow after another, and soon turned the target 50 meters away into a hedgehog.

Within a minute, all 15 arrows had been shot!

Not a single miss!

Not just the staff member, but the customers nearby were also stunned. When the last arrow hit perfectly, they couldn’t help but burst into applause.

"Damn! So cool!"

"That’s super accurate!"

"And both accurate and fast!"

"I’m baffled, must be a pro from the provincial team here for fun, right?"

"No way, probably just a street talent, the provincial team doesn’t do fancy rapid-firing."

"Eagle Eye! Just like you!"

"Bro, you’re awesome! Can I add your VX? Let’s play together next time."

Hearing this, Fang Chang gave a smile to that girl.

Play together?

Haha.

Is this crappy bow even a match for his "Dawn"?

Among the nearby spectators, someone was holding up a mobile phone, filming the impressive archery they’d just witnessed and uploaded it to a short video APP.

Before a minute had passed, it quickly received over a hundred likes.

"Ah, these old bones," looking at the target 50 meters away, Fang Chang shook his slightly sore arm and sighed lightly, "I’ve neglected my training."

Such a pity.

Real-world bodies just don’t match up to those in "Wasteland OL", and just shooting fifteen arrows had already made his arms sore.

Fang Chang estimated that his real-world stats would probably be around 4.5, maybe even less.

After all, these days he was always playing "Wasteland OL," every night at 6 p.m. he’d put on the helmet and lie down, and it’d be a 12-hour session until he got up the next morning. He’d never had the habit of eating breakfast, and since getting the helmet, he’d even skipped dinner.

In the game, he could not only hit running mutated hyenas but even catch up to additionaly stab them.

At that moment, the owner of the Archery Hall came over, his eyes burning with excitement as he handed out his business card.

"Friend, have you considered looking for a job? Our club’s work is very easy, all you need to do is guide the customers in archery, plus a commission for processing membership cards, the monthly salary starts at at least 10K!"

With that set of amazing skills he just displayed, turning it into a viral short video was a certainty!

And wouldn’t customers pour in then?

Just in this little while, the short video his employee had just uploaded on their mobile phone had already gone from a hundred to nearly a thousand likes!

"No, thanks. I’m too casual for a job. I don’t really like going to work."

Fang Chang, who took the business card from the manager, politely smiled, handed back the bow to the staff, and turned to leave, bathed in admiring gazes.

...

Wasteland World.

In the industrial area of Outpost Base, "Brother Ciso I need to go" burst excitedly out of the smoke-billowing steel factory pushing a two-meter wide flatbed cart.

"I did it, Brother Mosquito! I did it again! This time it’s sure to work!"

On that cart, there lay a brass-colored machine and a bunch of loose parts. Even though the thing had no name, one could easily guess its purpose just by seeing the large boiler.

Mosquito, who was carrying raw materials to his small workshop, abruptly threw the wooden box into the snow, excitedly gesturing a thumbs up towards Brother Ciso.

"Brother, you’re awesome!"

"Never mind awesome, hurry up, help me out! Let’s get it assembled and see if it’ll run this time!"

"Brother Ciso I need to go" and "WC There are mosquitoes" grabbed wrenches and pliers grunting as they assembled the brass-colored machine.

Wood was stuffed into the feed hole.

As the wood gasifier started operating, the separated gas was channeled into the combustion chamber to ignite, beginning to heat up the water boiler.

The water began to boil!

Patiently waiting for the temperature and pressure indicators to both hit their thresholds, Mosquito excitedly pulled down the lever, opening the valve that controlled the steam.

The high-temperature steam, controlled by the slide valve, alternately entered the left and right sides of the cylinder, driving the piston to move swiftly.

As for the cooling steam, it was channeled through pipes into a condenser to be recycled, condensing back into water to flow back into the boiler to repeat the cycle.

The piston moved faster and faster, driving the crankshaft connecting rod mechanism to start working, converting reciprocal motion into rotational motion outputting power.

Standing watch, Teng Teng was utterly dumbfounded.

After a long while, she managed to squeeze out half a sentence.

"This... is this a spinning jenny?"

WC There are mosquitoes excitedly shouted.

"No! This thing is a steam engine!"

"Exactly! It’s a steam engine! We made a steam engine using primitive tools!" said Brother Ciso, excitedly holding Mosquito’s hand. "Man, your skills are incredible! Which school did you graduate from?"

"Pfft, I graduated long ago. My main business is selling furniture, I just like tinkering with fun stuff when I’m bored. But you, your hands-on capability is way beyond most students I’ve seen. If you use it properly, you’re heading for great things in the future!"

"Haha, let’s exchange contact info and chat on VX!"

"Let’s do it after logging off the game; I’ll send you a private message on the Forum."

"Deal!"

"..."

Watching the two totally forgetting about her and chatting so animatedly among themselves, Teng Teng felt like crying out of frustration.

She had been waiting nearly a week, and this was the result??

So what the hell does this steam engine have to do with her "spinning jenny order"???

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