This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 245: The Graveyard of Civilizations

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: The Graveyard of Civilizations

Just as Chu Guang had anticipated.

After ending the first day of the journey, his little player logged off and immediately brought the firsthand information to the official Game forum.

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Brothers, I’m back! Damn it! The road to Red River Town is freaking Hell to travel, my shoes are almost worn out! (grits teeth)"

Makabazi: "Quit your yapping, who the hell cares about your shoes, did you damn make it there or not?"

Quit Smoking: "Hurry up and tell us, what’s going on with the new map?"

Tail: "GKD! Ψ(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́´)Ψ"

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Damn! How could it be that fast, it’s nearly a hundred kilometers! Not to mention the troubles along the way. Overheard the head of the caravan guards saying, back and forth, at least a week. Mamma mia, no save points for a whole week, I’m freaking out here."

Less Talk, More Walk: "Damn, why the hell are you babbling so much?"

Quit Smoking: "Cut the crap! If you don’t want to go, switch with me! (freaking out)"

More and more people crowded into the forum thread, all of them clamoring for updates.

Brother Mole didn’t dare to talk nonsense any longer and quickly got to the point.

"Cough cough, no more bullshit, let’s talk business! We traveled east, and the road was fraught with difficulties. At first, we could use the provincial road, but later it was all rural paths, twisting and winding, the traffic situation is hard to describe. Especially the dangerous places, even those biomechanically modified caravan guards didn’t dare to get close, we had to detour around them."

"Moreover, with the snow not fully melted, our progress wasn’t very fast. Today, we only covered a third of the journey. The guard leader, equipped with a mechanical arm and electronic eye, said that if we’re lucky, we should arrive by noon on the third day. If not, we might have to wait until the fourth day!"

Last year, a slave merchant from Red River Town, catching the tail end of winter, took only two days to travel to the North Suburb of Qingquan City.

But another merchant named Sun, to avoid the range of activity of the Looters, took a full five days to travel from there.

This can give you an idea of how complex the roads over there are.

Construction Boy with Brick: "You can understand what they’re saying? (surprised)"

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Got guards with us, are you dumb or what? The guard with me is called Lu Bei, anyway if there’s something I don’t understand, I just ask him. Plus, the VM in the quest unlocked the subtitle function, but that thing is hit or miss. Don’t rely on it to work all the time. Anyway, I tested it, and it really only works well when we set up camp or stop to rest. Even so, some sentences still translate weirdly; you have to rely on your own understanding and experience to get it."

Gnome King Riches: "666!"

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "I’ll continue, man, the journey was quite thrilling. Although, according to the head guard, we took a relatively safe route, we still encountered three waves of Variant attacks. The first time was passing through the forest when a pack of starving Hyenas targeted us. But it was no big issue, we quickly slaughtered the five leading the charge and the rest ran away fast."

"The second wave was even more thrilling, a hideous thing with a bunch of legs that looked sanity-breaking, suddenly shot out from the side of the road, giving me a real scare. I’ve never seen this thing in the North Suburb, only after asking did I find out it was a Multilegged Beast, a Variant that lives in dark and damp environments, with a danger level between Crawlers and Tyrants, with decent speed and strength; you can’t tell at all what the hell it used to be."

Kakarot: "Aside from new maps, there are new monsters????"

Quit Smoking: "Awesome! What about the third wave?"

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Monsters! That’s what the Waste Land Wanderers call it. It was mentioned before on the official site, but there were never any illustrations. This thing is bigger than a Bear, hunchbacked, its head almost buried in its shoulders, teeth sticking out over its lips, its pale rotting skin like it was blistered by water, with a few sparse clumps of hair scattered on top, its roar like thunder!"

"This creature is indeed like its name suggests, looking monstrous and with incredible strength, a swing of its hand can snap a tree right off! In terms of Strength, even Dead Claw probably loses to it! But its weakness is also obvious, it’s quite slow, nowhere near as agile as Dead Claw."

"When the caravan guards saw it, they immediately started firing at it, but after a whole round of bullets, it was unscathed! I suspected its recovery capability might even be stronger than that of Mutants, completely overturning my understanding of the limits of carbon-based lifeforms. It wasn’t until later, one of the guards pulled out a rocket launcher shaped like a steel pipe and shot it in the chest, which finally took that beast down."

Quit Smoking: "Badass!"

Construction Boy with Brick: "Ahh, so envious I could cry!"

I Max Black: "Dark curtain! It’s all a dark curtain! (freaking out)"

Getting early access to the new map was one thing.

But there were completely new monsters too!

That’s just outrageous!

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Damn! Your story makes me really want to go! Can I follow on my own?"

Spring Water Commander: "In theory, yeah, since the game hasn’t set map boundaries. But the problem is, there are no save points there, nor quests to do. You’ll lose out if you take equipment with you, and without equipment, you certainly won’t make it far. (smirking)"

Night Ten: "+1, I remember just five days ago, or however long it was, before the new update. Some poor Kids, seeing the snow had melted, tried to head for Giant Stone City. Got as far as the fourth ring road and then poof, they were gone. Lost their gear and had to rebuy VMs too. (amusing)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "MMP, then never mind."

Elena: "Can’t help it, the city roads are too damn hard to travel. Who the hell would expect only Crack Claw Crabs hiding in puddles? These bastards have their own camouflage, with a bunch of trash hanging on their back, lying there they just look like a pile of garbage. Without a Perception type, it’s really tough. (amusing)"

Gnome King Riches: "Damn, Old Monk, confess, was that unlucky Kid you?"

Elena: "You guess. (roll eyes)"

Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Speaking of which, where the hell is Brother Fang Chang? Has anyone seen him?"

Night Ten: "Don’t know, probably writing a strategy guide or something, this dude dawdles like nobody’s business."

Almost within a minute after Night Ten’s forum post went out, the ID Long Days Ahead popped up on the forum.

"Giant Stone City Journey Day 1: Ruins, Death, and Anti-Utopian Culture"

"Distance on paper is just a pale number, but under our feet, it becomes a chasm. The direct distance to Giant Stone City on the map is merely 20 kilometers, and even if we only moved forward one meter per second, it would only take just over five hours. However, as we crossed the edge of the fifth ring road and delved into this graveyard of civilization, we found that every second here was extended."

"Skyscrapers reaching into the clouds also delve into unfathomable abysses, having stood like tombstones for two centuries, and are very likely to remain erect for another two. We cautiously made our way through fragmented alleyways. The silent storefronts and broken billboards spoke in fragments of an era’s prosperity before the war."

"The caravan guard told us this place is a paradise of chaos and death, where we had to watch out not only for Variants but also looters lurking in the high-rise buildings. They don’t need advanced technology; a rock thrown from the twentieth floor could crack our skulls, and even some smart Variants have learned this trick. In addition, there are landmines buried in the ruins, remote-controlled bombs, or even snipers hiding in some darkened windows."

"We had to carefully choose our paths, especially after entering the fifth ring road. If we don’t keep our eyes peeled, it would be difficult to see the sun the next day..."

Just the introduction part was already five or six paragraphs long; the main body of the post spanned an entire page.

Fang Chang described in detail in the post his feelings after entering Qingquan City’s urban area.

Having visited Shelter No. 404 before discovering it, Chu Guang had only made a few trips without going too deep, so he could particularly understand the shock Brother Fang Chang must be feeling right now.

If the North Suburb’s urban area resembled Los Santos, then the urban area of Qingquan City was Night City with Wasteland MOD and bugfix patches loaded.

"If this post isn’t exaggerating, the situation inside the fifth ring road might be even more complicated than I expected."

"However, the good news is that the looters active in this area haven’t formed a unified organization; the largest group consists of no more than ten people... Which basically matches the information from Boss Xia."

Rubbing his chin, Chu Guang pondered.

"It seems trading in the Wasteland really isn’t something just anyone can do."

Since he hadn’t gone out of signal range, Brother Fang Chang had also taken a few pictures, some of which passed the review and were synchronized to the post by him.

The reviewer was Xiao Qi.

In principle, according to the R12 standard, without elements of gore or violence, with a filter similar to the perspective of players, it could be synchronized to the official website.

Looking at the post before him, Chu Guang, who was peering at the screen in front of the computer, had his face written all over with surprise.

What a fellow.

This Day 1 in the title...

It looked like he planned to start a live-posting thread.

Chu Guang immediately looked towards the trash bin charging in the corner of the wall.

"Xiao Qi."

The signal light flashed faintly, and the camera curiously looked over.

"Here I am, Master."

Chu Guang instructed.

"Go to the fridge and get me something to drink... um, milk will do."

Xiao Qi: "Eh? But Xiao Qi doesn’t have hands."

"Then go find Boss Xia, she should be off work by now, have her bring it over to me," Chu Guang thought for a moment and continued, "Oh, and make sure it’s warmed up."

Brother Fang Chang’s post was quite high-quality, worth a thorough study. After reviewing this memorial, he planned to start a game of Stars, and he had a habit of drinking something while at the sea.

He had quit drinking.

Sadly, there was no cola.

Otherwise, it would have been perfect.

Rumbling along on its wheels and with its camera hanging down, Xiao Qi reluctantly headed outside the office.

Before long, Boss Xia, carrying a bottle of warm milk, pushed open the door and came in, saying in an annoyed tone,

"Why couldn’t you ask a player to do it?"

What happened to the time after work being her own?

This guy was really starting to enjoy bossing people around.

Chu Guang glanced at her strangely and said as if it were only natural,

"How could I trouble a player with such a thing? Just leave it on the table, thanks."

Xia Yan rolled her eyes and walked over to put the milk on the table.

"No need to thank me!"

Just then, she suddenly caught sight of the computer screen and asked curiously,

"What’s that?"

Chu Guang replied, "It’s that forum I told you about."

Staring at the screen, Xia Yan frowned and muttered,

"What the heck is drawn all over this thing?"

Chu Guang casually said,

"It’s a different kind of writing. If you had seriously learned what I taught you, you wouldn’t be clueless about what it is."

As soon as learning came up, Boss Xia, who was exposed as an academic slacker, immediately blushed.

"Hmph, like I care!"

Watching Boss Xia turn and walk out the door, Chu Guang smiled faintly and turned back to the computer screen.

Little Fish was really more peace of mind for him.

In less than half a year, she could already recognize over a thousand characters.

That girl’s memory really was extraordinary, and Chu Guang had always had that feeling, even suspecting that she might have the potential for an "awakening."

Awakening was not exclusive to players; it was not uncommon in the Wasteland.

Most Wasteland Wanderers believed that awakening required the test of a life-or-death crisis, but this experience was not absolute.

Some Intelligence System and Strength Type players had already proven that through slow accumulation and training, it was possible to make selective genetic expression and make adjustments better suited to the Wasteland environment.

Tapping a forefinger lightly on the mouse and staring at the computer screen, Chu Guang pondered slightly.

"This situation is indeed worth paying attention to."

"I’ll let Heya check it out some other day."

...

The next day.

At the north gate of Changjiu Farm, early in the morning, there was a chattering commotion.

A plump Big Horn Rat was currently riding on a bizarrely shaped motorcycle, looking toward the north with smug anticipation.

A bunch of rat underlings buzzed around the side of the motorcycle, curious yet not daring to get close, and could only squeak at him.

Difficult for the strong automatically translated those sounds in his ears to "666" and "awesome."

After all, trying to imagine it from the little rats’ perspective, he found he did indeed look pretty awesome.

As is well known, machines were the creations of the once-dominant humans.

Wasn’t the ability to master the wisdom of humans enough to prove the valor of the Big Horn Rat?

Simply invincible!

Standing next to the motorcycle, Brother Mosquito finished checking the equipment and casually wiped some oil on the back of the bike, then looked toward the fatty on the front.

"... I’ve tied the Sleep Cabin, radio, and the materials for assembling the generator to the top of the carrying frame. Do you want to come down and check?"

Difficult for the strong said, "No need, I can hardly wait! Hahaha!"

Brother Mosquito rolled his eyes and continued, "You’ll need to shift gears to adjust the speed, the gear switch is on the left handlebar. Speaking of which, can your arm even make the twist?"

Difficult for the strong replied discontentedly, "Come on, I’m at least LV5, okay? How could I possibly not be able to twist the gear switch?"

Brother Mosquito gave him a sideways glance and chuckled,

"Come off it, don’t you know what’s on your attribute panel?"

The Rat-man’s initial attributes all started at 3, apart from Perception which was 5, and his approach to leveling up was a total mess—randomly adding points here and there, with no sense of overall strategy. As a result, his attribute panel looked like it had been gnawed by rats, and it was even worse than a newbie Intelligence System player who had just entered the Game.

Except for the BUFF "Fast Synthesis," it seemed he didn’t have any other advantages.

Oh right, there’s also the "mouse relatives."

Mosquito glanced subconsciously at the spirited little mice squatting next to the motorcycle.

It had to be said that when these mice gathered together, they really were bold, not even flinching when making eye contact with people.

Difficult for the Strong: "It’s not important! We summoners don’t look at the attribute panel."

"Hehe, just be careful anyway. It’s no big deal if you die, but don’t break the motorcycle. That thing isn’t easy to fix."

Mosquito stuck a wooden stick into the feed inlet of the pot camel engine and patted it on top, smiling as he said,

"Have a smooth ride."

"I won’t see you off, just take care of yourself!"

This motorcycle was a model he had designed overnight for Difficult for the Strong, modified from the "Hell Breath."

Because the Hell Breath’s seat was too high, and thus somewhat difficult for a mouse to control, and because the journey northward required crossing vast stretches of forest and hills, he had to redesign the layout of the motorcycle, moving the two side wheels to the front and back, respectively.

The U-shaped seat was situated between the pot camel engine and the front wheel, and considering off-road performance, he had enlarged the front wheel to about the height of Difficult for the Strong’s chest.

Due to the absence of a rear seat and the need to maintain balance, the luggage that needed to be taken north could only be tied on top of the pot camel engine.

The entire motorcycle cost around 1000 silver coins, and a fair selling price would be 2000 silver coins.

Difficult for the Strong, who had just recently shed his newbie status, of course could not afford such a large amount of money.

However, considering their apprentice and mentor relationship, Mosquito allowed him to buy on credit, with a down payment of 400 silver coins and the rest of the 1600 silver coins to be paid back gradually.

If the motorcycle were lost,

Difficult for the Strong would probably have to declare bankruptcy on the spot.

But at this moment, sitting on the "Goblin Motorcycle," Difficult for the Strong felt not a whit of worry about going bankrupt; instead, he was filled with hope.

Last night, on the official forum, he happened upon Brother Fang Chang’s impassioned article. It made his blood surge with excitement, tossing and turning and igniting his desire to explore the new map.

"West State City, huh."

"Very good."

"Listen up, Looter fellows, your Big Horn Rat grandpa is coming!"

The combustion chamber finished preheating, and the pot camel engine began to start.

Clang clang went the sound at the north gate, roaring like an angry tractor.

Behind him, a group of little mice squeaked and shouted, with faces showing panic, excitement, or confusion as they spun around on the spot.

It’s moving! It’s moving!

Seeing the tire in front of him begin to roll, Difficult for the Strong shouted excitedly,

"My little ones, keep up!"

"Target West State City."

"Forward march!"

Seeing this makeshift big brother head northward, some timid mice made their escape, but some hopped onto the motorcycle to join the expedition.

Like the groundhog that had been beat into submission.

And a few mother mice with shining eyes.

Standing at the entrance of Changjiu Farm, holding hoes and pickaxes, two little players happened to witness this scene.

"What the heck is that thing?"

"Is that the Doomwheel of Skaven Ratmen?"

"I swear I can tell it’s Brother Mosquito’s work at just a glance."

"Awesome, that thing can actually move!"

"666!"

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