This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 410 Funeral and Distant Visitors

Chapter 410: Chapter 410 Funeral and Distant Visitors

"Dog Spring Water, give me your life!"

"Damn! I’ve drawn so many times... why can’t I hit it once?! Let go of me! I’ve made contributions to the Alliance! I want to see the Manager!"

"Come on, lend me a hand!"

"Left leg is all yours!"

"???"

"Wow, wow, wow! This eyepiece is so cool! All the little figures are glowing! Tsk, it’s a pity it doesn’t have X-ray vision!"

"Ah, Ah Wei, don’t run! Let me take a look!"

"No, no, you have a big head! You’ll stretch it out and ruin it!"

Above Shelter No. 404, in the sanatorium’s entrance plaza, it was as lively as a festival. Players who logged in all received their prizes.

Including Dog Spring Water’s Portable Shield Backpack.

Including Tail’s thermal imaging eyepiece.

There were also a series of other novel gadgets.

Spring Springs, who was carried by his good brothers to a large tree, screamed miserably, repeatedly calling for "Dog Battlefield" and "Where is my son?".

Unfortunately, his brave subordinate had already followed the Army to the desert, and by now, he might have turned into the shape of the Army.

Wearing boxy glasses and laughing with a "hehehe," Tail was chased all over the plaza by Meat Meat, while Si Si and Sesame Paste sat leisurely at the edge of the plaza, watching.

"That eyepiece... should be connected to a helmet, isn’t it strange to just use rubber bands to tie it up?" Si Si said with slight concern.

The cat ears on her head shook gently, and Sesame Paste smiled shyly.

"Well... don’t mind these details."

On the edge of the plaza.

Old White held a short axe in his hands and scratched the back of his head with his left hand.

"How am I supposed to use this thing?"

The handle of the axe was orange-red.

The edge of the axe didn’t look sharp, in fact, it seemed quite blunt. Instead, the reflective side, bright as a mirror, showed a bewildered face.

Brother Killing Chicken curiously came over to take a look. Seeing that the axe was so blunt it could almost be used as a hammer, he lost interest and walked away.

Confusion was written all over Old White’s face.

This...

Is it just a fireman’s axe?

"Why don’t you try chopping something with it?" Night Ten, standing beside him, didn’t understand what was special about this gadget either.

As Wild Wind was about to share his opinion after pondering for a moment, a familiar and reliable voice suddenly came from the side.

"Thermal Cutting Axe."

"Although it’s used for firefighting, it’s different from an ordinary fireman’s axe. It can compress gas on the blade edge, forming a directed jet of cutting flame at high speed upon impact with the target."

"The charging port is located at the lower end of the axe handle, and two inches above is a button, holding it down can charge the capacitor."

Equipment that appeared in the game could generally be found in the official online database, and the equipment from the refuge came with detailed information.

Even if there was only one item.

Before logging into the game, Fang Chang had already reviewed the new equipment added to the lottery, so he had a general understanding of these weapons.

After all, the weapons in the shelter were designed before the war and were not exclusive to players. Since they appeared in the hands of players, they could naturally appear in the hands of other forces.

However...

What surprised everyone was not what Fang Chang said, but his presence.

"Physical penetration, it’s definitely a Black Cutter—Holy shit! Fang Chang!?"

Seeing Fang Chang approaching from the direction of the base gate, Night Ten’s eyes widened, and even Wild Wind showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Mm... sorry I’m a bit late, I was just looking at the update content."

Fang Chang’s face was marked with dark circles, probably from a lack of sleep. Unlike usual, he also wore a windproof scarf around his neck.

There weren’t any sandstorms to block, given that the place was surrounded by trees.

"Aren’t you hot?"

"I’m okay."

A rare hint of red appeared on that calm face.

After a slight cough, Fang Chang awkwardly changed the subject, putting on a serious face and asking, "...My matters aside, what did you all draw?"

"A big sniper!" Night Ten grinned, his tone a bit showy, "Type 15 ’Python’ Gauss Rifle! I finally got lucky!"

Fang Chang looked at him a bit surprised.

"So you were the one who got that gun... why didn’t you bring it out?"

Night Ten smiled sheepishly.

"It’s useless to bring it to the city today."

Wild Wind chuckled softly, teasingly saying,

"Mainly because the ammo isn’t easy to get, right?"

Night Ten scratched his head.

"Ammo is a small problem, mainly it’s the barrel..."

Unlike the Manager’s barrel-less design of the Type 20 ’Stinger’ Gauss Rifle, the Type 15 is a long-range Gauss Rifle with a barrel and rifling.

Due to the bullets being spun by the rifling and the initial velocity being very high, the wear and load on the barrel are far greater than those of light weapons.

However, compared to the Type 20’s "fin-stabilized bullets," the bullets of the Type 15 are much cheaper and can even be crafted by hand at the weapon store’s workbench.

Most of the Gauss Rifles produced by enterprises also adopt a similar "with barrel" design and are made with a detachable barrel for easy replacement, mostly for cost and on-site material considerations.

Fang Chang nodded in understanding.

"...I’ve looked at the data for your weapon. A fully charged capacitor can accelerate a 65g 7mm bullet to Mach 5. It has excellent lethality for long and ultra-long-ranged targets, which should come in handy after going to the desert map."

Making a fair assessment of Night Ten’s weapon, he then turned to Wild Wind.

"And you?"

Wild Wind answered.

"Alpha Dog."

Fang Chang was slightly stunned.

"What?"

Wild Wind continued.

"A mechanical dog, that’s the name he gave it."

"Mechanical dog... the A-1 Ground Weapon Platform?" Fang Chang nodded in realization.

That weapon he had also seen on the official website.

Its appearance was that of a four-legged robot with a length of 1.5 meters, with a conventional load capacity of up to 2.7 tons, and could serve as a mobile supply station, a field signal repeater, or even a "charging pile" for drones.

At the same time, it could also be used as a fire support platform, equipped with 12 mm machine guns, 40 mm grenade launchers, and smoke launchers, among other things.

Whether it was for individual adventures or group raids, this gadget was incredibly useful—truly a God Equip tailor-made for Intelligence System players.

Fang Chang thought of over six application scenarios in just 5 seconds, and as far as he knew, only one of these had been released server-wide.

Old White looked at Fang Chang.

"What about you?"

Fang Chang smiled and said,

"Powered Wing Suit flyer! I’m planning to go to the refuge and get one. The instructions say it can be carried in a backpack or disassembled into a fixed-wing drone, but if you put this thing on, you can’t wear heavy exoskeleton armor... and I’ve never tried wing suit flying before, so I’ll need some practice."

Night Ten: "Damn, that’s awesome!"

Wild Wind: "It does match nicely with your Bow and Arrow."

"It’s okay," Fang Chang modestly replied, then turned to look at Old White, "Speaking of which, Old White, have your Contribution Points reached knight level?"

"Yeah, 100,125 points, just got the knight title!" Old White said with a grin, "That power armor was pretty expensive, cost me 1 million silver coins."

Hearing this, the surrounding people all envied him.

The first power armor on the server!

The ceiling for combat power on the server had been raised once again.

Fang Chang couldn’t help but roll his eyes: "You’re lucky you could even buy one for a million silver coins, be content with that."

Night Ten couldn’t resist making a remark.

"That’s too much like Versailles!"

Old White sheepishly smiled.

To tell the truth, he did worry at first that there might be defects in the item, but once he actually put on the power armor, he instantly understood why the Manager always wore it and was reluctant to take it off.

Though it looked bulky, it was actually more agile than he had imagined, and when running at full power, he could hardly feel any weight at all.

Not only that, but the comfort level of the armor was also quite meticulous with a built-in air purification system and air conditioning. Its portable reactor and fuel rods powering it had lifespans measured in years and months, so there was no need to worry about endurance.

Such perfect equipment was clearly worth more than 1 million silver coins; even if another zero were added at the end, the nobles of Giant Stone City would undoubtedly pay tens of millions for it without hesitation.

For that reason, the equipment could only be bought with a certain Contribution Level, and once purchased, it would bind to the buyer, who could only sell it back to the refuge at a tenth of the price if no longer needed.

Here, some Backseat Drivers might wonder, what if I choose to ignore the rules and regulations and sell my bound equipment to another Survivor Settlement?

That’s a very good question.

Wait until you get a helmet, then spend nearly a year earning Contribution Points up to knight level and put a value in the tens of millions or even hundreds of millions on an account that holds countless memories and feelings—try that and you’ll know.

Of course, if you can’t even tolerate a muzzle from the leader of the dog swarm, it’s better not to overestimate your blood pressure and mental state.

Having a rough understanding of his teammates’ gear, Fang Chang then asked,

"So, what’s our plan for today?"

"Scientific expedition mission. The target is inside the second ring of the city center; we’re going to help Brother Yin Fang collect some research samples to bring back. It’s also a good chance to test out the new gear." Old White teased Fang Chang, "Speaking of which, aren’t you in a rush to work on missions instead of spending time with your little girlfriend?"

"Oh, right, I damn near forgot to ask, how far have you guys progressed?" Night Ten’s soul for gossip burst into flames, his eyes glittering with excitement.

Wild Wind didn’t say anything but looked over curiously.

Fang Chang’s gaze drifted sideways, and his index finger and thumb nervously pinched the corner of his hair.

Everyone waited for quite a while.

But all they got was a vague, evasive reply.

"...This Game is just too realistic."

A moment of silence ensued.

Suddenly, Night Ten looked at Wild Wind.

"Maybe we should send this guy to go hang out with Brother Clear Spring."

Wild Wind nodded subtly, a complicated expression on his face.

"Hmm... I think that’s possible."

Fang Chang: "...?"

...

[

ID: Chu Guang

Gene Sequence: Manager (Fourth Stage)

Level: LV.27→LV.30

——Basic Attributes——

Strength: 25→30

Agility: 20→22

Constitution: 22→25

Perception: 21→22

Intelligence: 24→26

]

On Floor B3 of Shelter No. 404.

Lying on the scanning bed in the medical room, Chu Guang confirmed his updated Attribute Panel through the tablet handed to him by Heya.

attribute points.

More than half of that came from the breakthrough of his Gene Sequence development progress surpassing 30%.

Compared to other players, his attributes grew in a balanced manner; none stood out in particular, but the total was outrageously high.

In addition to this, following "Wild Instinct," "Mind Intimidation," and "Swarm Mentality," the fourth stage of his Gene Sequence granted him a new Talent.

["Call for Victory": The vocal cords vibrate at a special frequency, injecting courage into the shout and inflicting those who resonate with an indomitable will to win.]

The new Talent was also an aura.

At Heya’s suggestion, Chu Guang experimented with it on her.

According to her own assessment, the heart rate and adrenaline increased slightly, and other indicators also changed to a small degree, but the effect was not very pronounced.

Maybe it was because of the wrong application scenario, maybe the volume wasn’t enough, or perhaps the biomimetic organs weakened the resonance between organisms...

In any case, the effect was not as apparent as "Swarm Mentality".

After all, when he activated his Talent in the command room, Chu Guang could clearly feel that the officers’ thought processes quickened significantly.

Who knows when he might get a "Total Combat Power +8".

"...It seems my previous guess was correct, your Gene Sequence can accumulate its own development progress from the evolutionary elements of other individuals’ progress. It’s like you said, leeching experience... Although the principle is not clear, the rough effect is similar."

Staring at the slowly drifting DNA sequence and the three-dimensional human structure diagram on the screen, Heya, with her arms crossed over her chest, quietly remarked.

"At this rate of development, it won’t be long before you turn into a monster."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Chu Guang had just put on his shirt when his gaze fell on the terminal screen not far away, and his expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Despite it being a three-dimensional structure and the fact that this was a medical room, being stared at continuously still felt a bit strange.

Noticing Chu Guang’s gaze, Heya lightly raised her eyebrows.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that’s all."

"Then hurry up and get out; I need to continue my research," Heya urged with an expression of slight excitement.

It was apparent that the research material she had just obtained from him had provided significant inspiration for her project.

He hoped her project would be concluded soon.

As for the strange occurrences happening to his own body, he was equally puzzled, especially when he thought about the dream he had the night before.

In the dream.

He returned to the desolate wilderness where his journey began, but he did not head south to Bet Street. Instead, he followed the dim lights, his body moving uncontrollably toward Street No.76 in the east.

That place was a den for Mutants.

Big guys with green skin sat at the door, heartily gobbling down rotting chunks of meat, humming apocalyptic ballads with their raucous voices.

He could clearly "see" himself, the man in the Blue Jacket retreating pale-faced, accidentally stepping on a landmine’s tripwire. Amid a cloud of smoke, he fell beside a wrecked car.

The dream ended there.

However, the night was not clear, there were no slobbering Two-headed Dogs; instead, large snowflakes fell like goose feathers...

After leaving the medical room.

Chu Guang chanced upon Yin Fang walking out of the warehouse, a look of worry on his face, murmuring softly.

"What a waste..."

Chu Guang, who had been pondering the nightmare from last night, looked up in confusion and asked.

"A waste?"

Yin Fang sighed.

"Yeah, that Black Box that produces coffee beans."

When returning from the front line, Chu Guang had brought back Shelter No.79’s Black Box. He left only one for the rookies to make Blue Jackets and the oversized one used to produce Portable Nuclear Reactors, which was too large to move.

The "Champion" injection was a decent BUFF for players, and the refuge’s researchers could use it to stay alert; "Quirky" multflavored biscuits could earn foreign exchange, and "Asteroid" brand canned meat could serve as army rations.

Chu Guang had already made proper arrangements for each Black Box. Only the one producing coffee beans seemed somewhat useless, so he casually handed it over to Yin Fang to study.

When he first got his hands on the Black Box, Chu Guang had seen the guy’s face light up like he found treasure. Now, in less than a day, he was already fed up?

Chu Guang’s expression became a bit weird.

"...Is there a problem with that Black Box?"

"No problem, it’s like magic, fascinating in its perfection, and at 1500 meters above sea level, there’s no doubt that the coffee beans are of premium quality..." Yin Fang began, but suddenly his expression turned indignant, "But why do they have to be dried and dehydrated! Couldn’t they skip that last unnecessary step?"

Chu Guang paused for a moment.

"...Is dried not okay?"

He didn’t quite understand it and he didn’t really drink that stuff.

"...Can a grain of rice stripped of its husk still grow into rice plants? And those uniform beans, even ground into powder, can’t hide the fact that they lack soul. I’d rather drink instant."

Muttering incomprehensible words, Yin Fang shook his head and walked towards the elevator under Chu Guang’s bewildered gaze...

...

The dawn rising in the distance climbed upon the treetops, and the midday sun shone over the North Suburb of Qingquan City, much calmer than the day before.

Yesterday was a celebration.

Today was the funeral of the honored dead.

Because most creatures that survived in the Wasteland were not picky eaters, most survivor settlements burned the dead to avoid attracting dangerous Variants.

Over time, cremation had become a custom.

The Alliance continued this tradition.

However, for those who sacrificed their lives for the Alliance, it would preserve a gravestone for posterity to look upon, and respect the deceased’s wish to either bury their ashes beneath it or scatter them in a place of their choosing.

Additionally, players had more options: they could choose cremation or lie in an active substance conversion furnace to process their bodies.

The recycled active substances could offset the cost of resurrection.

The Alliance’s propeller planes stretched white smoke across the sky, and a few ace pilots opened the funeral with their superb flying performances.

The plane slowly landed on the runway.

Taking off the pilot’s helmet, Luo Yu complained.

"Damn! Why is my plane named Xiao Chuan?"

Walking to the side, Mosquito said with a joking grin.

"You picked the name, who else would fly it but you?"

Luo Yu: "@#%!"

In the cemetery on the east side of Dawn City.

The verdant lawn was dotted with bluish-gray tombstones, and the serene atmosphere carried a touch of faint sadness.

The master of ceremonies, dressed in formal attire, recited the eulogy in a long, steady voice.

Many people stood inside and outside the cemetery.

Officials from Dawn City, officers from the First Army Corps, representatives from various sectors and the ceremonial soldiers were all there. Outside the cemetery, there were also people who had come on their own initiative.

Including the mercenary who fought alongside the Alliance.

To most survivors in the Wasteland, a funeral was a rare event, especially one that was conducted so publicly.

Being left to rot in the wilderness was the usual fate for Waste Land Wanderers.

Standing among a row of people, Chu Guang quietly watched the funeral proceedings.

In the Alliance’s regulated rituals, those attending the funeral were not required to wear a specific color of clothing, but they were expected to dress formally and appropriately.

The deep blue armor named "Order" was undoubtedly the highest honor for the souls who had perished in the war.

Standing next to Chu Guang, Luo Hua felt somewhat downcast, with a heavy expression on his face. Although he was still recovering from his injuries, he had insisted on coming here with a crutch.

"I’m sorry... for causing such a big trouble for you all."

Chu Guang glanced at him and said softly.

"Don’t blame yourself; it’s not your fault."

Whether or not Luo Hua was involved, the Army was bound to come here sooner or later after dealing with the trouble in Luo Xia Province.

Wolves’ ambition is endless.

Unless you strike them hard.

Yet Luo Hua did not see it that way, still immersed in a sense of self-reproach, his eyes filled with complexity, pondering something unknown.

The funeral was halfway through.

At that moment, Luka suddenly stepped beside Chu Guang and whispered softly.

"Giant Stone City’s envoy has arrived at the City of Dawn, and the leader of the delegation is the Commander of the Giant Stone City Militia Group. He claims to represent the City Lord of Giant Stone City and wishes to discuss with you in person the establishment of an embassy, the Steel Heart, and future cooperation."

Chu Guang listened quietly to Luka’s report, then nodded slightly and spoke in a very soft voice.

"Let them come to see me."

Luka asked softly.

"Here?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yes."

Without further questions, Luka nodded respectfully, turned, and hurriedly left the cemetery.

About half an hour later.

When Luka returned, he was accompanied by two guards and the delegation from Giant Stone City.

The delegation consisted of six members.

Chu Guang glanced at the man closest to Luka.

He wore the uniform of the militia group with gold ribbons adorning his epaulets, and his face conveyed authority and sharpness. This man must be the Commander of the Giant Stone City Militia Group.

If he remembered correctly, his name seemed to be Zhao Yongxu, a confidant of Mr. Haus, also known as "Lord Fang Ming."

Chu Guang’s gaze lingered on him for two seconds before shifting away, continuing to watch the Master of ceremonies officiating the funeral.

The militia commander’s expression briefly revealed surprise, followed by a flash of displeasure.

Noting the expression on his face, Luka, standing beside him, said softly.

"Our Manager is attending the funeral of fallen soldiers, the most important event in his schedule today... Please wait a moment longer."

Zhao Yongxu’s voice carried a slight irritation.

"Is there anything more important than our relationship?"

In his view, those were just a few urns of ashes; just bury them somewhere, no need for such a big fuss.

Usually, after the Tide had ended, they would package the mercenaries’ corpses together with the Variants’ for the associated trading houses to handle, never wasting time on funeral ceremonies.

Luka’s expression remained unchanged, still speaking calmly.

"Manager always tells us, showing respect for the dead is showing respect for life... You’re in the prime of your life, why rush against those who have passed?"

Zhao Yongxu’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of menace passing across his face, but it was only for an instant, and quickly he concealed that look.

An unexpected visit without prior appointment technically put him in the wrong.

Yet, the pretentious attitude of these people still infuriated him.

It’s as if they didn’t regard them at all!

But they were, after all, under someone else’s roof.

Signaling for his men and other envoys to be patient, Zhao Yongxu stood quietly outside the cemetery, waiting to see what kind of game this Manager wanted to play.

Before long.

He heard the Master of ceremonies speak in a solemn and respectful voice.

"...We commemorate the sacrifice of 2934 residents of the refuge, 231 residents from the City of Dawn, 71 residents from Dawn City, and 397 residents from Giant Stone City."

"Your sacrifice has earned us a hard-won peace. We will carry on with your ideals."

The military officer standing beside Zhao Yongxu raised his eyebrows and whispered to another envoy.

"Residents from Giant Stone City? Surely he doesn’t mean... those mercenaries who traded their lives for a few silver coins?"

The nobleman from Inner City nodded subtly, equally expressing complexity.

"Most likely."

They actually buried the mercenaries’ ashes too?

The officer sneered, though he didn’t say anything, the scorn in his eyes was unmistakable.

He didn’t care who those backward folk of the "North Suburb" decided to bury, but referring to those mercenaries as residents of Giant Stone City felt like an insult to him.

If those roaches begging for life around the Enclosing Wall could be considered residents of Giant Stone City, then they certainly had too many people.

Zhao Yongxu furrowed his brow slightly.

It wasn’t the conversations of his subordinates that concerned him but rather the complex expressions on the faces of the mercenaries standing around the cemetery.

They made him feel uncomfortable, though he couldn’t quite name the source of this unease.

Chu Guang, standing in the cemetery, placed a bunch of flowers in front of a tombstone, read the prepared eulogy, and quietly returned to his place.

With that, the funeral was nearing its end.

Chu Guang didn’t expect that the envoy from Giant Stone City would be moved by this solemn ceremony, to the point of choking up and thus making concessions during negotiations...

Such an idealized outcome was utterly unrealistic.

But if their Commander would have walked up and placed a bunch of flowers on the grave at this moment, it might have altered the opinions of many.

Whether people of the City of Dawn or of Giant Stone City.

Unfortunately, the man did not do so. He wasn’t even willing to feign a performance, feeling that every second spent was a waste of life.

If it had been Duron instead, he would probably have taken the opportunity for an impromptu speech, declaring friendship with the Alliance... after all, talking was no big deal.

"Looks like he’s an ’Eagle faction’ member."

Chu Guang thought silently to himself.

The "supreme military commander" title was out of respect, while the "delegation leader" himself likely represented the City Lord’s own stance.

The upcoming negotiations were going to be tough.

However, looking from a different angle, if he could blunt the Eagle’s claws, the south might become the Alliance’s sturdiest shield.

This could be an opportunity.

Already having an idea of what the Commander was about to say, Chu Guang contemplated how he would handle the conversation when Xiao Qi’s soft chirp reached his ears.

"Master."

"There’s an airplane coming from the east!"

Chu Guang hesitated for a moment.

"Airplane?"

Xiao Qi said enthusiastically.

"Yeah! There are lots of them."

...

(Thank you "IIIIIIIIIIIX" for the Alliance Leader’s reward!!!)

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