This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 195: Targeted by Dog Plan!

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Targeted by Dog Plan!

In the crowd, the Mouse Brother was lamenting the harshness of the world when suddenly, a warm and sturdy hand landed on his shoulder.

Looking up, he saw a person standing there.

And he didn’t seem afraid.

"Brother! Want to ’Pass the Torch’?" the Spring Water Commander stared intently at his round nose as if he had discovered treasure.

[Difficult for the Strong]was taken aback.

"Pass the Torch?"

"Yes! Pass the Torch! It’s a quest for beginners!" the Spring Water Commander said with a sunny smile, showing off his white teeth. "Don’t worry about the details. Just follow me, and I’ll help you level up!"

Level up?

Was there such a good deal?!

[Difficult for the Strong]nodded excitedly.

"Sure, bro! I’ll hang with you from now on!"

The corners of Spring Water Commander’s mouth almost split from his wide smile.

The newbies this time were really easy to please!

However, just then, a disruptor suddenly barged in.

"Bro, don’t follow him, follow me! I guarantee I’ll make you awesome and take you flying!"

Grasping the shoulders of the rat, Mosquito Brother, who had shoved the Spring Water Commander aside, was written all over with excitement as if he had drawn five Golden Legends in five draws.

Seeing someone spoiling his moment, Spring Water Commander obviously couldn’t tolerate it and snatched the plump rat back.

"Dude, don’t listen to him! He’s the most unreliable one!"

Hearing himself be called unreliable, Mosquito Brother immediately got anxious.

"Damn! Who are you calling unreliable! Have a feel of the steel plates on your exoskeleton, doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

Originally, it would have been fine not to mention this issue.

Once it was mentioned, Spring Water Commander couldn’t help but explode.

"You’ve got the nerve to say that! I went to Steel Factory No. 81 to ask! They only charge 150 Silver coins!"

Mosquito’s expression instantly turned awkward, and he shifted his gaze while scratching his cheek.

"Cough cough, that includes a design cost of 50 Silver coins... I have to make some profit, right?"

"You call that a little?!!"

Caught in between the two, [Difficult for the Strong], blinked his green bean-sized eyes, his face a picture of confusion.

Just a second ago he was feeling sad for choosing an orphan race and feared he’d have to venture alone until his buddies logged on.

Who would have thought he’d be so in demand?

This happiness was too sudden.

...

"Recruiting Strength Type newbies, tree chopping team taking off, guarantee you go from 0 to 1 in two days!"

"Level B3 exit tunnel taking off! Any newbies want to join?"

"Anybody wants Intelligence System? If you don’t know, just ask, where do I buy drones and implanted bodies?"

"In your dreams."

"￥#@!"

After the daily briefing.

Chu Guang left the players to their own devices and turned back to the shelter on Level B1, sitting in front of the computer in the Manager’s Office.

From old players undertaking "Pass the Torch" missions and the records of entry and exit from the shelter, sitting here, Chu Guang could easily track the movements of these new players.

Some of them planned to follow the combat profession route and had chosen the Hunter profession, following the old players to the underground tunnels.

Others were being led to the surface.

With the liberation of Street No.76, a large part of the eastern city area of the shelter awaited development, and his little players had discovered quite a few quality resource points.

As the number of players increased, in a move to boost management efficiency, Chu Guang was trying to increase the workload of the NPCs and reduce the frequency of his direct task assignments, shifting his focus more towards overseeing manpower allocation and broader strategic decisions.

Garden Street Metro Station had 112 people, the tunnel at the B3 level exit had 121, and the players exploring the "Underground World" totaled 233.

Long-Endurance Farmstead, Elm District Forest, and the abandoned northern district collectively had 255 people, excluding some executing special missions, the rest were mainly near Outpost Base.

Chu Guang, through a program made with the help of Xiao Qi, briefly reviewed the distribution of player types on the map.

At Outpost Base, players with lifestyle jobs were the majority, making up 60%, mainly concentrated in the new industrial district and the old industrial district south of the sanatorium.

In frontline areas like Long-Endurance Farmstead, combat professional players were the majority, as high as 70%, with soldiers accounting for 20%, hunters for 20%, and scavengers for 30%.

Besides, the configuration of core/non-core NPCs, resource status, and remaining storage were also reflected in the chart.

Unfortunately, the figures on the map couldn’t be dragged.

Otherwise, it would really become an RTS game.

"Master."

Hearing Xiao Qi’s voice, Chu Guang casually said.

"What’s up?"

Xiao Qi, crouching in the corner, whispered.

"Xiao Qi always feels you are getting lazier."

"What do you know?" Chu Guang chuckled, leaning back in his computer chair, leisurely added, "This wave is called focusing on the major and neglecting the minor, reducing micro-management."

Xiao Qi didn’t make a sound upon hearing this.

Master’s words were becoming harder to understand.

To avoid misunderstanding, it needed to check online first.

...

Northeast of Outpost Base, approximately sixteen kilometers away, surrounded by forest, lay the ruins of Central State Space Ecological Laboratory.

Inside a chaotic hall, hundreds of Eaters’ bodies lay scattered haphazardly.

Kicking a Crawler lying on the ground, Wild Wind pulled out a spear from its body, wiped the dark blood off it, and reinserted it into his spear bag.

"Speaking of rookies, they should be logging on now, right?"

Fang Chang glanced at the VM time.

"It’s about time, they should be logging in now, wonder if any of the new players drew an SSR Exalted."

Night Ten said with a teasing smile.

"Why are you sure it’s an Exalted? What if it’s a Non-Tribal like Trash Brother?"

Old White said, laughing.

"Hahaha, bullying Trash Brother again! Actually, he did alright, at least he was the boss for two versions."

About half an hour earlier, the Cow-and-Horse Team, who took a truck from the North Gate of Wetland Park, arrived here.

Based on data analysis provided by Dr. Yin Fang, the leader of the scientific expedition team, the No. 3 Ecological Park located below Building No. 3 was still operational, and the reactor and fuel rods they were looking for were within the Ecological Park.

As the strongest combat force in the entire server, the hexagonally versatile Cow-and-Horse Team, dealing with a group of newbie experience bags was more than easy.

Even several versions’ "small BOSS" Crawlers couldn’t withstand the "Anti-Armor Spears" thrown by Old White and Wild Wind simultaneously.

Those things were like artillery shells.

Combined with a steel spearhead, two hits to the upper body could deflate a Crawler’s combat power by half.

A hit to the head meant instant death!

Even better than bullets!

At this point, the only substantial threat seemed to be the "Tyrant" set in the background among the Mutated slime fungus variants.

Reportedly, its hardened skin was extremely tough, able to withstand a rifle’s barrage. Breaking its defense might prove difficult.

However, this was a remote suburb far from the urban area; variants of the mutated slime fungus were sparse here, not usually encountered outside their active zones.

Fang Chang, carrying a mechanical composite bow, walked next to the front desk, searched through a drawer for a while, and found a booklet with a floorplan printed on it.

"The entrance to Level B1 Ecological Park should be in the middle of the corridor on our right hand, where there’s a working elevator... just as Dr. Yin Fang’s intelligence indicated."

"It looks like the data we found in the security room came in handy," Old White said as he hung a crowbar on his exoskeleton, pulled a ’Sickle’ assault rifle from his back, and grinned, "Let’s go have a look."

From the map, the Ecological Park was located on Level B1 of the laboratory, accessible only by one elevator and one emergency exit.

This place covered nearly 15 acres, roughly the size of a soccer field.

Even after 200 years, the ultraviolet lights on the ceiling were still on.

However, due to lack of maintenance, the ecological environment here had clearly spiraled out of control, with broad-leaved plants vastly outnumbering others, turning the whole area into a tropical rainforest.

The group chose not to take the elevator but instead went through the more reliable emergency stairs, passing through two gates to enter the place.

The hot, humid air hit their faces.

Looking at the palm leaves swaying in front of his nose and the surprising scene ahead, Night Ten couldn’t help but whisper.

"Is this environment modeled after some tropical island? I’m actually feeling a bit hot."

"After all, the temperature here is a full thirty degrees..." Old White, clad in heavy armor, took the lead and scanned around, "And there are no survivors eyeing this place?"

Just then, Night Ten slightly furrowed his brow and looked back.

"Wait, I feel like... someone is approaching us."

Old White was briefly startled.

"Really?"

Although that was what he asked, knowing that Night Ten had the highest perception in the entire server, the three of them immediately became alert upon hearing this.

Wild Wind asked cautiously,

"From behind or in front of us?"

Night Ten frowned, focusing his attention.

"It should be coming from behind, but I’m not certain whether they followed us in or found this place on their own."

"Whether they followed us or not, seeing the situation in the hallway, they must have realized we’re here."

Fang Chang unslung the mechanical composite bow from his back and gave his teammates a look.

"Prepare for combat."

...

Meanwhile, in the hall where the Bull and Horse Squad had stayed.

About twenty Waste Land Wanderers had arrived.

Their equipment was rudimentary; bare minimum clothes made from beast skins and adorned with various odd trinkets.

Among them, some held iron pipe rifles, others had hunting guns on their shoulders, and some carried homemade automatic weapons, or simply had no guns at all, only a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire and a machete with a curled blade.

"There are shell casings on the floor."

A man with a tattooed face squatted down, picked up a shell casing, squinted his eyes, then scanned the surroundings after standing up.

"The blood is also fresh..."

"People have been here!"

From the respectful demeanor of others, it was clear he was the leader here.

The curly-haired man standing next to him whispered,

"It seems others have set their eyes on this place."

With a vulture-like gaze fixed on the corridor ahead, the tattooed face man spared no words and ordered,

"They must still be here."

"Find them."

"Yes!" responded the curly-haired man respectfully, leading his subordinates toward the corridor.

...

In the ecological park.

The elevator slowly descended and stopped on the ground.

Watching five men dressed as Looters cautiously step out of the elevator, their posture holding the weapons indicating they were ready for battle.

Unable to understand their gibberish clamor.

Crouched behind the lush vegetation, Night Ten had a sniper rifle ready and silently gestured toward Old White, mouthing the words,

’I don’t think they’re up to any good... What do you say, shoot or not?’

Old White was silent for a while, still weighing the options in his mind.

However, Fang Chang beside him had already made a decision, pulling out an explosive arrow from behind and placing it onto the bowstring of his mechanical composite bow, said in a voice pressed to the lowest limit.

"There are two possibilities, if they’re not here for the reactor, they’re here for us."

Near him, Wild Wind seemed to have reached the same conclusion, his right hand already clutching a throwing knife, ready to act at any moment.

Old White was silent in his heart, looking toward Night Ten on his left. He subtly pointed to the high-threat target holding the automatic rifle.

’That one’s for you.’

’Roger that.’

Lying on the ground, Night Ten read the situation, brought his eye to the scope, finger on the trigger, took a deep breath, and was ready to fire.

However, just then, something unexpected occurred!

The chattering of the Looters seemed to have disturbed something in the jungle; they heard the sound of rapid footsteps heading from the dense forest towards the elevator.

"Who’s there!"

"Who’s over there!"

The five Looters standing next to the elevator quickly aimed their weapons, only to realize that what was coming was not human!

Five pairs of pupils filled with fear.

Before they could pull their triggers, a dark shadow, about four meters long, burst out of the forest and quickly got close to them.

Blade-like claws pierced through a chest, and before the prey could even scream, the figure holding the hunting gun was torn in two.

"Ah!"

"Damn it! Fire! Fire!"

A wave of fear instantly boiled over.

The Looter with the automatic rifle, disregarding his bitten comrade, opened fire wildly at the back of the creature, nearly breaking the trigger with his index finger.

"Roar—!"

Having been thoroughly sprayed with a volley at its back, the creature let out an angry roar. Its swift claws swung out again, cutting the man in half effortlessly as if slicing through tofu.

Muzzle flames flickered.

Gunshots erupted in the forest!

Staring at that four-meter-tall monster, with its thick tail and terrifying claws—and the prey it had shredded, the faces of the members of Cow and Horse Squad drastically changed.

Claw of Death!

One of the most ferocious beasts on the Wasteland, according to the official website data bank!

In this moment, Fang Chang finally understood why there were no survivors keeping an eye on this place...

Night Ten swallowed hard, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His Perception hadn’t sensed this monster at all!

"...Should we keep fighting?" He looked nervously towards Old White, his palms sweaty.

Old White gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Retreat first."

While Dead Claw hadn’t noticed them and was still feasting on its prey on the ground, they could slip away through a safe passage not far behind them.

However, just at that moment, the gate of the safe passage suddenly opened, a series of dense footsteps coming from behind them.

Dead Claw’s ears twitched slightly. Hearing the noises, it lifted its head from the corpse, its amber pupils narrowing slightly, a cruel hissing sound emerging from beneath its sharp teeth.

It was excited!

Prey was literally coming to its door!

The faces of Old White and Fang Chang changed dramatically; they were in a terribly awkward position, caught right between this beast and the Looters...

Wild Wind couldn’t help but curse.

"Fuck!"

Targeted by the damn planners!

Old White made a split decision, shouting loudly.

"Run!"

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(Sorry, bit late... awkward.)

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