This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 192: Why Don’t We Bring Out the 88 Cannon!

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Why Don’t We Bring Out the 88 Cannon!

Outpost Base Square was bustling with activity at this moment.

Although it was already dark in the Wasteland and the real world was brightening up, many players who had just logged off came rushing back from the Forum due to the recent update.

Debt Giant Eye: "Bro, what profession did you pick?"

Construction Site Teen with a Brick: "Heh, in a game about picking up trash, of course, I’d choose Scavenger!"

Xiao Xiaosha Chong: "I picked a Soldier!"

Quit smoking: "Damn, aren’t bullets super expensive? Have you even got your shooting experience to level 3?"

Xiao Xiaosha Chong: "Nope, but having participated in more than three wars also meets the job requirements, and the NPC store’s bullets are 10% off."

Quit smoking: "Crying here, I envy the old players!"

At the entrance to the security room.

Tail and Sisi were leading a White bear and forcefully registering it for the Soldier profession.

Looking at the VM strapped to his arm, Meat mountain big steamed bun whispered with a wronged face.

"But, I don’t want to fight... I want to be a lifestyle gamer."

Si Si pretended to be serious and said, "How can you call it fighting? We are clearly becoming shields to protect everyone."

Tail, full of enthusiasm, gave a thumbs up with eyes shining brightly: "That’s right! Meat Meat, show some manly spirit!"

Meat mountain big steamed bun whispered: "But, but I’m a girl."

Tail was taken aback.

"Yikes! I would’ve forgotten if you hadn’t mentioned it!"

Si Si went up and tugged at the fur on its belly, trying to get the White bear to stand up straight.

"Anyway, just shout ’Orcs will never be slaves, roar... Oooh!’ Come on, just try once."

Meat mountain big steamed bun looked embarrassed, reluctantly raising its paws.

"Roar, roar... oh."

The air became subtly quiet.

Si Si and Tail looked at each other and simultaneously sighed.

"Tail, I give up."

"Jeez, let’s just keep it as emergency food after all."

Meat mountain big steamed bun: QAQ

In the nearby industrial zone.

Night Ten, who had just come out of the shelter and registered as a Scavenger at the Warehouse Manager’s, just happened to see Mosquito Brother, so he walked over with a smile and patted his shoulder.

"Bro, what profession did you hang up for?"

"Craftsman! Scavenger! And one more I haven’t decided on yet," Mosquito laughed, "but tell me why there’s no inventor or weapons master? It’s unreasonable!"

Night Ten almost choked upon hearing this.

"Pff, you think this is League—"

Before he finished speaking, a faint tremor suddenly passed beneath his feet.

Players chatting about the new version in the square showed surprised looks, glancing around left and right.

"Damn, an earthquake?"

"Is this testing some new system?"

"Awesome! Even earthquakes, this game is getting more and more realistic."

The players weren’t really bothered by the sudden earthquake; they just thought the game’s physics engine was becoming more lifelike.

In contrast, the NPCs at Outpost Base were terrified by this unexpected event.

At the North gate market.

Autumn Grass, who was setting up a stall, hugged his sister, Autumn Leaves, trembling with fear in his arms and eyes filled with panic.

In the nearby Nomadic Tribe.

The livestock in the pens grew restless, and an aged nomad knelt on the ground, muttering something unintelligibly as he prayed to the gods.

Maybe the prayers worked?

The sensation of the earthquake only lasted a short while before stopping.

The NPCs ran to check if their houses were damaged, while the players discussed whether their planner, Ah Guang, was up to some new trick.

Just then, an excited shout came over the square.

"Holy crap! Everyone, look at your VM!"

Hearing this, players turned to check their VMs.

"VM? What’s on the VM?"

"New quest! But it seems like only Soldiers, Hunters, and Scavengers can receive it!"

Staring at the VM screen, Night Ten, who had opened the task panel, did indeed notice something different in the column for occupational tasks.

[Task: Clear B3 Level Corridor]

A look of surprise appeared on Night Ten’s face.

"B3 level unlocked a new exit?!"

Mosquito was just as shocked.

"What the fuck?! Why didn’t I see it when I was down there just now?"

Night Ten said with a strange expression.

"Maybe that area hadn’t been unlocked yet... Let’s go check it out anyway!"

"Let’s go, together!"

...

With a new task at hand, naturally, they had to take a look.

A few players quickly formed a team and ventured to the tunnel outside B3 level to take a peek, discovering that there were still quite a few Variants inside.

However, a very serious problem now was that everyone’s weapons were stored on Level B1 in the equipment room.

According to the Residents of the Refuge Handbook, the shelter is a safe area, and weapons cannot be carried through the buffer room. Apart from the shelter, there are no other entrances to directly reach the outer door of B3 level.

In other words, their weapons couldn’t be taken down there at all!

Surely you can’t fight the Variants with bare hands?

Except for the Strength Type and a certain cyborg-modified Intelligence System Exalted, there weren’t many who could face the Variants head-on!

Fortunately, Dog Plan seemed to have spotted this bug and quickly fixed it.

Now, through VM, you can submit a request for "carrying weapons through the shelter." Just check the bound equipment in the items bar to take it through the buffer room’s gates into the shelter.

However, players carrying weapons will have their facility usage rights temporarily locked upon entering the shelter, and are in principle only allowed passage and must quickly leave the restricted area.

In this state, players cannot return to their own rooms, use weapons, or enter the living area to use the facilities there.

If you stay longer than 5 minutes, you will receive the first warning from the VM, and a second warning at the 10-minute mark.

If you don’t leave the shelter within 15 minutes, you’ll be considered a minor violator, kicked from the Game, and your login status will be locked for ten minutes.

And the equipment brought into the shelter will be considered contraband and confiscated by the shelter.

From the buffer gate of B1 level to the buffer gate of B3 level, under normal circumstances, it’s about 3 minutes, so a maximum of 15 minutes is quite generous.

The Manager dragged over two vending machines from Shelter No.117 and placed them in the equipment room outside the buffer room of B3.

However, what’s inside those vending machines is not drinks, but bullets and bandages. The bullets come in two types: the cheaper reloaded ammunition and the more reliable pressed ammunition.

If players need to resupply, they can do so directly at the exit of Shelter B3 level without the hassle of running to the surface.

It’s very convenient!

...

While the players were engaged in a fierce battle with the Variants in the tunnel, Chu Guang was in the warehouse on B3 level, confirming the products produced from the Black Box.

A Sleep Cabin and a VM lay next to the output ports of two Black Boxes, still hot to touch, quite magical.

There’s nothing much to say about the VM; it’s the same model as those he had found on B2 level. The VMs he saw before might have been produced by the very same Black Box in front of him.

As for that Clones’ Exclusive Dormancy Pod...

Yin Fang stroked his chin and scrutinized it for a moment before making an assessment.

"This thing looks like a simplified Sleep Cabin."

Chu Guang inquired.

"What do you mean by a simplified Sleep Cabin?"

Yin Fang replied.

"Simply put, the organism lying inside will not stop metabolism but will merely be put into a deep sleep state... Hm, there seems to be a scanning function too."

As they were talking, a pale blue popup appeared in Chu Guang’s field of vision, floating above that Sleep Cabin. It seems that in the eyes of the Administrator System, anything produced by the refuge’s Black Box is equally part of Shelter No. 404.

And now, the Administrator System was exercising its right to clarify.

[Item: Clones’ Exclusive Dormancy Pod]

[Description: Contains functionalities for organic body scanning, genetic information, and DNA expression condition detection. It can upload data to the main server of the shelter within the signal coverage area.]

It’s a save point!

After reading this description, Chu Guang immediately came to a conclusion in his heart.

What a pity.

This thing doesn’t have cloning chamber functionality; it can only help players log off and save their Gene Sequence development progress.

It seems the Black Box that produces Cultivation chambers isn’t on this level.

But then again, if it was on this level, why stuff 600 rooms with Cultivation chambers on this level?

You might as well just make them yourself.

Just as Chu Guang felt a pang of regret, the storage room door swung open, and Elena strode in. As she walked toward him, she couldn’t stop praising.

"Your medical facility is truly amazing! Not only does it have a pharmacy but also a sample library, it’s practically a mini medical laboratory! It’s much more functional than the medical facility at Shelter No.117. Could I possibly borrow it for a while?"

"Of course, it was actually prepared for you."

Seeing Elena so satisfied with the working environment brought a smile to Chu Guang’s face—he loved hardworking employees the most!

"Thank you! I’ve been planning to start a new project, mainly focused on the ecological environment and species research on the Wasteland. Those devices will be very helpful!" Elena said cheerfully, with a bright smile on her face, "It would be even better if I could borrow some samples from you."

Emmm...

The samples here probably refer to specimens of Variants, right?

Before Chu Guang could clear his thoughts, Yin Fang, standing next to him, suddenly stepped forward excitedly, his eyes locked on her.

"Wait a moment, if I may ask so boldly... did you install bionic organs?"

Elena was momentarily startled but then nodded gently.

"Yes..."

"Eyes? Hands? Or does it include internal organs too? Incredible... May I study them?"

As Yin Fang gazed at her with fervent intrigue, Elena’s face turned pale, and she fearfully hid behind Chu Guang.

Chu Guang sighed and looked helplessly at his other employee.

"Do you know that right now you’re coming off as a bit... creepy?"

Yin Fang looked bewildered and turned his gaze back to Elena.

"You... you’re not a bionic person?"

"I just have a relatively large number of bionic organs installed," said Elena sternly from behind Chu Guang.

Caught between the two, Chu Guang couldn’t help but rub his forehead.

This guy sure had a way with words.

Who calls someone a bionic person like that!

Not far away, standing with Xiao Qi, Xia Yan suddenly muttered softly,

"Too close."

Xiao Qi lifted the camera and looked puzzled toward the weapon shop owner standing nearby.

Noticing Xiao Qi’s gaze, Xia Yan gave it a glance.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Xiao Qi is just curious."

"Curious?"

"Yes, Xiao Qi wants to know what kind of strange thoughts are going through your tiny brain. Just to clarify, ’strange’ specifically refers to things related to reproduction."

Xia Yan’s face flushed red, and she glared at it threateningly.

"You, you floor-sweeping robot! What nonsense are you talking about!"

The term ’floor-sweeping robot’ seemed to have struck a nerve with Xiao Qi, who began to spin in place irately.

"You, you, you! Xiao Qi has decided—starting now, I won’t speak to you for 24 hours."

Watching this "trash can top" spin on the spot, Xia Yan rolled her eyes.

Who cares!

Good luck not asking me to carry you up later.

...

On the first day of the new update going live, the forum was awash with positive feedback.

Previously, missions were either dumped onto the public screen or sent privately to a player’s VM, leaving everyone debating which ones to tackle or which ones to ignore, and wondering who had struck a shady deal with the dog plan developers.

Although Wasteland OL was still in beta testing, stumbling along, many players had clearly taken it seriously and started to treat it as their second home.

Here there were super-just Managers like Dawn, the super-cute Little Fish, and the pridefully indifferent Boss Xia, the tireless Old Luka and the frequently visiting Hunter ’bro’, the face-to-buttocks Dr. Yin, and the recently released SSSR cards.

Tired of fast-food-style games and weary of being harvested by operators like leeks, occasionally diving into a slow-paced, non-grinding, casual game wasn’t a bad idea.

Especially when laying in bed all night gaming, only to wake up the next day feeling refreshed and invigorated as the sunrise greeted a new dawn.

Such a game was probably a find nowhere else in the world.

Official website:

[Announcement: Floor B3 exit of Shelter No. 404 opens, offering players a more rich underground maze to explore!]

[Guards’ Deputy Commander Liuding: Today’s enlistment number is 237 people, a salute to you, brave warriors who defend peace!]

[Little Fish: The thunderous iron factory’s relocation is nearing completion, and it looks like the new stronghold will be set up soon. There should be a lot of interesting workshops coming up.]

[Guard Captain Wrench: Who on earth invented that bicycle? It’s incredibly useful, I have to award them a medal!]

[Wasteland Tips: Yesterday, activity of Death Claws was spotted in Elm District. Hunters in the area, please take caution. While Death Claw meat adds buffs, remember not to eat it raw; make sure to cook it thoroughly before consuming!]

[Today’s Recommended Recipes: Egg Drop Rice Wine, Salt and Pepper Cornbread]

Forum:

Young Construction Worker & Bricks: "Haha, the new version is too awesome!"

Kakarot: "Damn! Two more days, can’t wait!"

Sobbing Sesame Paste: "Boo hoo hoo, I’ve already embedded the helmet in my pillow!"

Quit Smoking: "?! What kind of strange strategy is this, no, how did you even do that!"

Makabazi: "Speaking of which, can the planting area on Floor B3 be opened to players? I think we could plant something there!"

Stop Bullshitting: "Nonsense, that’s clearly an aquarium!"

Makabazi: "You’re an aquarium, your whole family is an aquarium!"

Zhang Hai: "Mother of leather, could you guys type slower, I can’t see anything!"

Wild Wind: "Compared to the planting area, what I’m most interested in about the new version is the power room. I’m very curious whether the operators designed the controlled fusion reactor to mimic a tokamak or a stellarator, whether they used magnetic confinement or inertial confinement or the less common electrostatic confinement, and what the ignition device is. However, there seems to be no content about this part, which is a pity."

Night Ten: "Operators: Sorry, we really didn’t think that much, why don’t you come help us make one. (amused)"

Elena: "+1, since the rifles are modeled after CF, I reasonably suspect that the reactor is probably copied from Overwatch Butts. (amused)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Shivering with cold, am I, the great EVE, not worthy?"

Lord Arrogant Brother: "Talking about tokamaks and stellarators, stop bullshitting! Someone in my family is an academician at the physics institute, I won’t name names for it involves too much. In short, he told me that those fusion reactors in games, when you see them just laugh it off, they’re full of flaws!"

Wild Wind: "In front of the cosmos, we are all frogs in a well. I believe that naive ideas are not laughable, what’s really laughable is the arrogance of those who believe they are mature, thinking that by glancing at the well’s mouth, they’ve seen the entire sky."

Night Ten: "Holy crap, Wild Wind is getting serious! He’s starting to talk about stuff I don’t understand! (amused)"

Old White: "I remember Wild Wind is a physics teacher."

Wild Wind: "(side-eye)"

Elena: "Can you guys be a little kinder to the forum’s pet, how do you know he isn’t telling the truth? (amused)"

Gnome King Riches: "This Old Monk is cunning, you already call him a forum pet and you still play dumb. (amused)"

Makabazi: "Hahahahaha!"

The forum was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

As expected, Lord Arrogant Brother boasted and ran without giving anyone a chance to tease. Everyone guessed that he must have failed to get the closed test qualification again, venting on the forum.

Speaking of which, Brother Guang is quite bad too, secretly sending a forum badge to the reserved players, by default displaying it on their personal page.

Now everyone knew that, while he was ranting, he also clicked on the reservation with a righteous body and had truly acted like a little brother.

...

The following day.

All players with a VM received a worldwide announcement.

The abandoned tire factory located between Outpost Base and Changjiu Farm had finally been refurbished, including the No. 81 steel factory and other heavy industrial facilities, which had also completed their relocation.

Due to its proximity to Outpost Base, less than five kilometers, no new base was established, but it became a part of Outpost Base.

In the newly established factory buildings, "I Need to Go to Ciso", "Who in the World has Foot Fungus Like Levin", and "WC There Are Mosquitoes" gathered together.

The three most infamous players across the server were having a heated discussion.

Ciso: "We need anti-air weapons!"

Levin: "Preferably cheap and easy to make!"

Mosquito: "And it has to be effective against both air and ground targets!"

Levin: "Why don’t we just make an 88 cannon!"

Brother Ciso’s eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up.

"That’s doable!"

Both immediately turned to Mosquito, but unexpectedly, this time Mosquito didn’t share their wavelength.

"I object! An 88 cannon is neither cheap nor easy to make!"

Levin: "We never said we’d make an exact replica, can’t we make some modifications?"

Ciso: "Right! We’ll just make an 88mm smoothbore cannon, it can still be called an 88 cannon!"

Mosquito couldn’t help mocking: "What the heck kind of ’88 cannon’ would that be! Can it even hit planes?"

Ciso: "How do you know ours can’t hit!"

Mosquito looked heavenward and sighed, then declared righteously, "For the future of Shelter No. 404, it seems we must go our separate ways."

Levin cautiously watched him.

"I’m just asking, what do you plan to make?"

Mosquito said with a resolute gaze: "Thorn Fist Rocket Launcher! I plan to change the 9 launch tubes to 12! There’s that stuff that can increase the explosive speed of gunpowder, I think it’s very promising!"

Brother Ciso: "..."

Brother Levin: "..."

Has that thing ever shot down planes?

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