This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 421: What is it like to play a Virtual Reality Game inside a completely realistic Virtual Reality Game?

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: What is it like to play a Virtual Reality Game inside a completely realistic Virtual Reality Game?

Without a doubt.

These people had indeed gone mad.

The most expensive item was not the maid outfit but a Gothic long dress adorned with a vast amount of lace and intricate patterns.

The pure black hue and semi-transparent veil gave the model a mysterious aura as if she were a maiden standing within the fog, leaving the audience at the event exclaiming in astonishment.

The astonishment was not about the technology, for it was not any special technology after all.

Even its design style and concept could find similar precedents in the history of the United Human.

However, just like the maid outfit, though similar, they were not the same; it was a genuinely "new" creation, an original art movement.

This was somewhat surprising.

"It’s incredible... a shelter situated inland with a four-digit number has independently created more than seven fashion design styles!"

"The minimalism in color and the complexity in form... interesting, it is genuinely intriguing."

"That slit dress there is also quite nice, and it accentuates the figure well, though the color is too bright. If it were white or silver-gray, it would be perfect."

"I heard that these clothes are all handmade."

"It’s unbelievable! How did they come up with this?"

"I now even believe that the ancestors of Shelter No. 404 were a group of artists..."

Expressions of surprise filled the venue, and those bidding did so fervently, their faces flushed.

The price soon doubled.

Brother Mole, standing at the edge of the venue, swallowed his saliva and couldn’t help but remark,

"Is it that anything white or black could be sold at a high price here?"

Mr. Fang had a subtle expression,

"Well... there’s also a condition, you have to make the other party like you, or at least not dislike you."

The Army’s robe was black, whether it be the Aerospace Troops or the Youth Army, they all liked to hang a black cape over the back of their bullet-proof armor.

Including their navy blue military uniforms and black combat outfits.

Those kinds of clothes would not be favored here.

Having been here for a day, he could clearly feel that supporting the alliance had become the political correctness in Ideal City.

Even the Endpoint Group’s people had to beat around the bush when expressing their stance—"We are not against supporting the alliance, just against war itself," "Look, I also participated in the bidding, why would you say I am a puppet of the Army?"

Determining the other party’s needs and vulnerabilities, using them appropriately without causing dislike...

With this thought, Mr. Fang couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

It was no wonder he was a manager.

Even this step was calculated!

Compared to clothing, the prices fetched by food were slightly inferior.

The people here seemed not to care much about the intrinsic value of the items, but rather the cultural value attached to them.

And the cultural value of food is hard to perceive with the naked eye; it can only be understood after tasting.

Yet even so, Elena’s Old Daddy Beef Sauce still fetched a friendly price of 2000Cr.

Mosquito’s Old Pit Sour Cabbage Beef Noodles took advantage of being bulky, one carton reaching 5000Cr... though that carton only looked big and was actually not that heavy.

As for that "Curious" biscuits, it unexpectedly exploded in popularity, a single box fetching a sky-high price of 10000Cr!

Mr. Fang covertly took notes on his VM, planning to share his findings on the official website after logging off later.

"...It’s difficult to fathom the mainstream thoughts of the society here, they truly are more egalitarian than most survivor’s residences, but the inequalities are equally apparent. Compared to the Army, they could ostensibly be categorized as pro-foreign, but the xenophobia is visibly present."

"The local society has strong cultural inclusiveness, and products with high cultural value are easier to sell at astronomical prices compared to those with high technological value. Meanwhile, combat professional players here can purchase technically advanced equipment at relatively cheap prices, such as the Miner series exoskeleton, which has no Contribution Points restrictions here, though how to transport it here is a problem."

"By the way, bionic organs that sell for six or even seven figures in Giant Stone City only need five figures here. However, in different markets, the value of money can’t be converted by a stable exchange rate, and it’s difficult to compare the specific differences in purchasing power."

"For lifestyle professional players, if conditions allow, it is recommended to open hot pot and ramen restaurants here, once the Alliance and the companies reach a currency swap agreement, the Cr exchange window will open soon, and even possibly affect the exchange ratio of Silver coins and chips!"

"But obtaining a visa is a major issue, only corporate employees are allowed to establish branch offices, and outsiders, even if they obtain a work visa, can only engage in specific jobs or they will be expelled from the country, so be cautious!"

In just one hour, Fang Chang had already typed out an elaborate strategy of over 1000 words.

He glanced at the stunned mole beside him and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Ha ha.

I’ll crush you.

...

The auction ended.

The total transaction amount of the auction reached a staggering 80 million Cr!

This was equivalent to one-fourth of the corporate contribution to the alliance!

Compared to the 30 million Cr assistance for industrial facilities out of the 300 million Cr aid, this 80 million Cr was more than double.

When he first returned to City of Dawn from Giant Stone City, Shu Yu had received a list from the Manager.

It was a prioritized import project list summarized by representatives from various industries based on the importable items provided by the corporations.

Including a hydrogen plasma smelting production line valued at 17 million Cr.

Unlike free arc, this technology branch came under compressed arc, not only capable of smelting metal materials but also accommodating non-metal materials, mainly used in the smelting of specialty steel, high-temperature alloys, and refractory metals.

Furthermore, this production process could also use a water-cooled crystallizer for "sequential solidification" of metals or alloys to obtain high-quality crystalline structures.

Although similar technologies existed on Earth, due to high costs and immature technology, the applications were not widespread; added together, various types of metals produced less than 30,000 tons globally per year.

The production line on the list, given adequate raw material supply, could achieve a monthly output of over 50,000 tons. The demand for humans was also far less than the production line imported by the alliance from Giant Stone City.

For corporations, both the outdated production lines and the consumer products produced were an astronomical figure.

A new plasma smelting production line was worth at least 50 million Cr, and if it was an energy-efficient and excessively lively hydrogen plasma, the price could reach 100 million.

Even for second-hand goods, 17 million Cr was considered a friendly price.

Apart from the hydrogen plasma smelting production line, there was also a chemical industry equipment valued at 30 million Cr, which could increase the capacity of the alliance’s mainstream chemical products by 200%, reduce energy consumption by 30%, and reduce harmful waste by more than 60%.

Without exaggeration, with this 80 million in donation funds, the total industrial output of the alliance could at least double!

By that time, the core contradiction limiting the development of the alliance would no longer be production technology.

But resources!

However, this was not really a concern.

Through the trade node of Giant Stone City, the alliance could access resources from half of Brocade River Province.

After the war in Luo Xia Province ended, at least half of the entire province would be incorporated into the alliance’s sphere of influence.

The resources in the desert were not less than those in the south, the unique climatic conditions of various oases could become natural granaries, and the Great Desert west of Falling Leaves was a seemingly endless graveyard of civilization.

It was said that half the sand blown from there was brown iron oxide, making the resource density there more exaggerated than garbage landfills like the Red River Alliance.

Of course, all these were predicated on winning.

Only by continuing to win could this snowball continue to grow larger.

Having reined in his shocked expression, Shu Yu looked contemplatively at Yue Qian sitting across from him.

"I really don’t know how to thank you enough... This funding is too important for us."

Yue Qian smiled gently and spoke kindly.

"Compared to money, friendship that money can’t buy is more important to us. It’s our honor to be able to help you, but... I still want to ask on behalf of the residents of Ideal City when you plan to deploy troops?"

"The battle plan will be executed after the supply line is completed, and, if all goes well, it should be in mid-August... Didn’t you know?" Shu Yu asked, somewhat surprised.

Regarding the attack time, the corporation and the alliance should have already discussed it.

Yue Qian cleared his throat lightly.

"Mid-August, I did hear something about that, but it wasn’t certain... Our departments don’t have completely open communication, and the Yi Chuan who went to support you reports directly to the Supreme Council, as do I."

Shu Yu nodded thoughtfully and couldn’t help but ponder whether his previous remark had been appropriate.

Yue Qian made no other comment, subtly steering the conversation away and then curiously inquired about the customs and climate of the Southern River Province.

At the same time, not far from the venue, Fang Chang finally got rid of the entangled young masters and rich daughters, pulling the envious and jealous Brother Mole to the rest area.

Along the way, Brother Mole kept complaining.

"Damn, I don’t understand, I’m at least an army leader, why am I not as popular as you?"

Fang Chang thought about this question seriously for a moment and then answered formally.

"Maybe... it’s a face issue?"

"Blargh," Brother Mole pretended to vomit, dramatically holding his stomach.

Seeing the guy’s exaggerated acting, Fang Chang chuckled.

Actually, whether one was an army leader or just a regular soldier, it made no difference to such people.

He knew quite clearly that although being handsome was one of the reasons, it was more about that sensational video in Ideal City and the almost legendary achievements.

Crawling into a 400mm main gun barrel and then safely shooting back out was just like the protagonist in a popcorn action movie!

Of course, Fang Chang believed that if their Manager visited here, those enthusiastic pretty girls would go even crazier.

Even overlooking those purposely given close-ups, the persona who "conquered the Claw of Death" was extraordinary enough.

"What’s this?"

Sitting on the couch, Fang Chang’s gaze fell on the glasses on the table next to him, curiously picking it up and fiddling with it.

Sitting beside him, Brother Mole also showed interest, rubbing his chin and pondering for a bit.

"It looks a bit like the glasses that NPC Yun Yi wears... Could it be some smart connectivity device?"

"I’ll give it a try."

Fang Chang put the glasses on his nose, his index finger fumbling on the frame, and a slight vibration came from his fingertips, probably triggering some switch.

Light blue particles quickly spread out like a wave, engulfing the surroundings.

Just when he thought it was some kind of AR effect, in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar world.

Yes.

Standing, even though he had been sitting on the couch just a second ago.

Fang Chang looked up, the warm sunlight falling on his face, and what he saw was an endless grassland.

The tender tips of grass swayed gently in the breeze, flicking at his bangs.

However, regretfully, the monotonous smell and distorted touch felt utterly unreal.

Even though the visual effect that met his eyes had reached a photographic level, standing on the grassland, Fang Chang could still distinctly feel that he was an empty model, and this body did not belong to him.

This feeling was utterly opposite to that in "Wasteland OL."

In the world of "Wasteland OL," although everything had a filter, he could vividly feel that he and the NPCs were alive. Even though he knew it was a virtual world, it still felt like a living virtual reality.

But this world.

It felt more like a virtual living.

However, even so, it was still enough to shock Fang Chang.

"Awesome..."

He squatted down, touched the lawn, let go of his legs, and ran forward for a while, wandering around like a child, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

He had not expected that in his lifetime, not only would he be able to play virtual reality games, he could even play virtual reality within a virtual reality game.

What kind of infinite nesting doll was this?

Or was this actually an undeveloped map or perhaps a completely different style of game?

Just as Fang Chang was about to continue exploring, the touch on his arm interrupted his thoughts and his connection.

The entire world turned into light blue particles, like a shattered puzzle turning into a flurry of dancing butterflies.

He was back in the rest area again.

Sitting on the couch, Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then noticed the culprit that had awakened him—the hand pulling his arm.

Glaring at Brother Mole, Fang Chang said gruffly.

"What’s up with Mr. L?"

"Someone is looking for you," Brother Mole glanced to his left.

Fang Chang turned his head, following Brother Mole’s gaze, and saw a formally dressed servant standing respectfully.

Noticing Fang Chang looking over, he spoke in a gentle voice,

"Mr. Fang, someone has asked me to deliver a letter to you."

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment.

"A letter? Who is it from?"

"Miss Li Shuyue, one of the guests at tonight’s party, said she has something to discuss with you. This is the letter she entrusted me with." While speaking, he took out a letter and handed it to Fang Chang.

Taking the letter, Fang Chang hadn’t even had the chance to open it when he felt a stinging gaze from behind, making him shiver.

Turning to see Brother Mole’s resentful face, he said with a slightly awkward expression,

"How about... you go for me?"

After rolling his eyes at him, Brother Mole snatched the Virtual Reality Glasses from his hands and put them on his own nose.

"Get lost, go yourself!"

...

In the distant desert, a commercial team was stationed in the vast wasteland.

Although theoretically, the night was more suitable for travel, the desert at night was anything but safe.

Poisonous insects and wild beasts that lurked under the sand during the day were all out hunting now.

It was said that some massive, fierce arthropods even caused the Claw of Death to give way.

Sitting by the campfire, Old Soldier was draped in a thick blanket, sitting opposite Ah dan.

Coleway had not fully trusted these merchants and had privately told him that one of them must stay awake to keep watch alternately through the night.

Old Soldier naturally did not object.

He needed a chance to talk to Ah dan alone, so he volunteered for the second half of the night watch.

Clearly, Ah dan was equally interested in him and had voluntarily come over.

"What exactly does the oasis in Luo Xia Province look like?" Old Soldier casually started the conversation by asking.

Stirring the fire with a twig, Ah dan pondered a moment before responding.

"It’s vast and fertile, with miles of fertile land. There’s plenty of fresh water, suitable temperatures, and abundant sunlight, making it one of the few fertile areas in this wasteland. The locals can survive on wild fruits and vegetables alone... Compared to the Bugra Free State, it’s practically heaven."

Ah dan squinted his eyes, looking at the silent dunes in the distance, seemingly lost in distant memories.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"...However, there’s a war going on there, and you might not see it at its most beautiful."

Old Soldier asked with interest,

"You seem to know a lot about it, do you go there often?"

Ah dan nodded and spoke casually,

"I’ve been dealing with Prince Wenter of the Lion Kingdom for over a decade, and my commercial team has armed more than half of his elite forces. I even know how many exoskeletons they have."

Suddenly realizing the identity of this pangolin, he quickly added,

"Of course, compared to those feudal lords, it’s still more profitable to deal with the army... I truly hope to visit Triumph City someday. I hear it’s a place where gold is everywhere and houses are full of jewelry."

Gold was not rare in the wasteland, but a significant amount of it was another matter entirely.

Old Soldier smiled inwardly, showing no emotion on his face.

He knew the man before him was not truly loyal to the army, but it just so happened that he wasn’t either.

Just then, in the silent night, a sudden gunshot rang out.

Old Soldier, who was near the fire, tensed up and quickly extinguished the fire while grabbing the rifle beside him.

Ah dan was equally tense but did not panic and muttered quietly.

"Model 11 cavalry rifle, revolver type mechanism, 7mm caliber..."

His expression gradually grew solemn.

"It’s the patrol team of the Lion Kingdom!"

Old Soldier furrowed his brow.

"Have we been spotted?"

Ah dan shook his head.

"No... The gunshots are at least 2 kilometers away, they must have run into some other trouble, possibly Looters or Variants or something."

Whatever it was.

Now was not the time to hesitate.

Old Soldier stood up and chambered his Falcon assault rifle.

"I’ll go wake Coleway, you get ready to pack up, we need to move immediately."

"No need, those hoof sounds were so loud, I was already awake..."

With a groggy head, Coleway emerged from the tent.

The distant gunfire continued, he obviously heard it.

He composed himself, looking at the waiting Pangolin and Ah dan, he calmly thought for a moment, then spoke.

"2 kilometers, if those people are on warhorses or camels, they can easily catch up to us, even if we ditch all our supplies."

Ah dan frowned and asked.

"What’s your suggestion?"

Coleway decisively said,

"Lend me a few men, we’ll go check it out!"

Since it wasn’t them who had been discovered, those people had clearly run into other trouble.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to deal with them was the safest choice.

Ah dan nodded solemnly, gesturing to his own mercenary leader.

"Take eight brothers with you and follow our friend here to check things out."

The dark-skinned, burly man nodded lightly and said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, boss!"

Nine caravan guards, along with Coleway and Pangolin, formed a full squad of eleven and quickly moved towards the distant hill.

Coleway was also armed, holding a Falcon assault rifle.

From his practiced manner, it was clear he had frontline experience, and likely started his career as a grassroots officer.

"...This is different from River Valley Province, there are few covers in the desert, remember to keep a low profile and use the reverse slope for cover."

Listening to Coleway’s reminder, Old Soldier nodded slightly, maintaining his reticent persona, and replied,

"Mm."

Coleway gave no further advice.

He trusted this man, who had even hunted the Claw of Death alone, would surely handle a few patrol soldiers with ease.

The group moved towards the reverse slope of the sand dune, crawling on the ground, carefully climbing toward the top of the dune.

The distant gunfire grew more urgent.

Amidst that flickering blaze, the group crawling on the sand dune vaguely saw a massive figure.

It was a huge worm.

Its thick body was as stout as ancient trees, with only a portion of its tens of meters length emerging from the ground, the half buried beneath remained unknown.

Perhaps disturbed from its sleep by the cavalry, it was twisting its colossal body like a raging dragon, stirring up swirling clouds of sand and dirt.

Old Soldier’s eyes widened as he saw a dozen cavalrymen thrown into disarray by the monster, one of them even swallowed whole, camel and all, by a gaping maw.

This beast was rather impressive.

Even if thrown into a "Tide" team, it would be considered an elite evolutionary body.

But since Qingquan City was all reinforced concrete, it might not be able to burrow through...

In just a few breaths, the cavalry had already lost more than half their number, and a man who looked like their captain was shouting loudly, frantically calling his men to escape from the monster’s range of attack.

"Sand Worm! By the Spirit of the Sand Sea...it’s a Sand Worm!" lying next to Old Soldier, the dark-skinned man clutched desperately at the gravel, his eyes flickering with terror.

Another caravan guard cursed under his breath.

"...damn, it’s this thing. Good thing we didn’t go through this area."

One guard frowned.

"Something’s off... How could those patrolmen not know there’s a Sand Worm here?"

The dark-skinned man pondered for a moment.

"Maybe they were too hurried in their actions, or maybe they never patrolled this area."

While Sand Worms had a terrifying capacity for annihilation, their range of habitat tended to be fixed; they generally didn’t change locations.

Moreover...

Such a large Variant wasn’t like those elusive man-eating ants. It should be easy to recognize its range of activity; it didn’t stand to reason that the residents of the desert would be ambushed by it.

Listening to everyone’s conversation, Old Soldier also felt something unusual.

However, this was not the issue he needed to consider now.

The patrol squad not far away was sprinting in their direction.

Coleway watched the group of cavalry with a stern expression, having already turned off the safety on his rifle.

"Everyone be ready, as soon as they pass the forked cactus 100 meters straight ahead, open fire!"

"Yes!"

Old Soldier took a deep breath, aimed at the group, and hesitated whether or not to raise his gun muzzle by an inch.

But even if he did, it seemed pointless. At a distance of 100 meters, using eleven assault rifles, even without one rifle firing, it was still enough to turn those cavalry into a sieve.

The hundreds of meters closed in a blink, and the cavalry soon ran up to them.

At the same time, having closed the distance, the group evidently spotted them too.

Seeing the muzzles pointed in their direction, the recently escaped cavalry captain hadn’t even had time to catch his breath before his expression changed and he loudly commanded,

"Spread out to both flanks!"

Under such circumstances, there was no doubt about the identity of the opposition.

Any legitimate commercial team would never point their guns at them.

Almost simultaneously, Coleway shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

Eleven rifles simultaneously unleashed firepower, instantly knocking the cavalry off their horses.

Old Soldier, in the end, couldn’t bring himself to aim at the people and instead lowered his rifle to target the camels.

After a flurry of gunfire, nine cavalrymen were thrown from their camels, leaving corpses scattered on the ground.

After a moment of silence, the dark-skinned man muttered.

"I’ll go check if any are alive."

As he was about to get up, Old Soldier stood up before him, flicked a bayonet on his rifle, and walked towards the dune.

"I’m an Awakener, I’ll go."

Coleway nodded, then gestured to the caravan guards beside him.

"Cover him."

The dark-skinned man nodded, didn’t overthink it, and lay back down.

Old Soldier held his rifle and pointed it at the cavalry captain who was closest to him, carefully creeping closer.

In the sparse moonlight, he saw the man’s hand tucked near his belt and couldn’t help but curl his lip.

Lowering his voice, Old Soldier whispered,

"Hey, I’m sorry I killed your mount, but I had my own difficulties."

"If you don’t want to die, it’s best to lie there and don’t move."

In the darkness, a pair of eyes cracked open, and Old Soldier could see the surprise and confusion hidden behind them.

To avoid arousing any suspicion, Old Soldier didn’t explain further and pretended to stab the body a few times before picking up the equipment off it.

The man seemed to realize something and didn’t make any rash moves, only quietly pointing towards his waist.

Old Soldier glanced and saw a signal gun, immediately understanding his intention, and took the gun.

After making sure nothing was left behind, he moved to another corpse, collecting the equipment from each.

Only nine cavalry had escaped the jaws of the sand worm alive, but only the captain survived in the end.

Old Soldier was feeling slightly conflicted, but there was no time to dwell on it as he carried their gear back up the sand dune.

Facing Coleway, he handed over the signal gun he held and said calmly,

"This is the cavalry captain’s signal gun... I made sure no one survived by double stabbing each. I’ve recovered their equipment, and suggest we leave immediately."

While he said this, he was actually nervous as hell, but fortunately, Coleway didn’t suspect a thing, instead he nodded in approval.

Taking the silver signal gun, Coleway unloaded the flare from inside and returned the gun to Pangolin.

"This is your loot, keep it."

The dark-skinned man suggested quietly,

"We should probably handle the bodies, otherwise we might attract a patrol from the kingdom."

"The noise was loud enough that any nearby patrol would notice unless they’re deaf. They’re probably already on their way here."

Old Soldier calmly rebutted and looked back, "Let the Variants deal with those minions’ bodies."

Coleway nodded solemnly, agreeing with Pangolin’s view.

A patrol team was insignificant, the priority was to immediately reach the Army, and at all costs avoid detection by the Lion Kingdom.

"Good point, we must move now!"

Watching the group disappearing over the dune, Andre finally breathed a sigh of relief as he lay on the ground.

Though he didn’t understand what had happened...

He seemed to have been saved.

He quietly waited a while until the sound of camel hooves was distant before straining to stand up.

Ignoring the gunshot wound on his leg.

He stumbled over to his dead mount, and pulled out a scroll sealed with a golden stamp from the saddle.

Checking the scroll was there and intact, Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not really a patrol team captain, but a personal guard of His Majesty the King.

The Falcon Kingdom and the Allied Army had deeply penetrated into Oasis No. 9.

If reinforcements didn’t arrive soon, their fate might resemble the Honey Badger’s, vanishing in these rolling sands...

Supported by faith and loyalty, he bit his lip, quickly bandaged his leg wound, took his backpack on his shoulders, and limped northward.

Time quietly passed.

The morning sun rose once again over this land.

At the intersection of the southern plains of River Valley Province and Luo Xia Province, a group of about thirty people was slowly heading towards Qingquan City.

Twenty camel-riding cavalry guarded alongside five camel-drawn wagons.

Inside were their ammunition and supplies, as well as a person of special status.

The middle-aged man, wrapped in a headscarf, rode a camel beside the central wagon and lifted his binoculars to glance toward the east.

Seeing lush trees and endless mountains in the distance, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He slowed down and approached the carriage, leaning close to the window to speak softly.

"Your Highness, we are now entering the territory of the Alliance."

The person inside the carriage seemed deep in thought; after a moment, a soft response came.

"Uh, let everyone hurry up."

"Yes."

The guard replied respectfully, kicked the camel, and hurried to the front of the group.

"We are approaching River Valley Province! We’re only a little over 100 kilometers away from Qingquan City, everyone pick up the pace!"

The group sped up, heading towards the plains on the southern side of the mountains; soon, a settlement under construction came into view.

Open space was occupied by container after container.

Bare-chested people were bustling about, unloading materials from the containers and transporting them to a nearby construction site.

The man riding on the camel frowned, sped up, and left the group to walk over to the workers.

Seeing the man on the camel, many stopped their work and curiously sized him up.

Ma Ban, who was overseeing the construction at the refugee camp, noticed the scene from the west and immediately frowned, summoning a construction worker to ask,

"What’s going on there?"

"A caravan has arrived from the desert... seems like a caravan. They stopped on our west side, not sure what they want. Maybe they are here to trade?"

Ma Ban had a hunch that things might not be so simple.

After pondering for a moment, he remembered the woman entrusted to him by the Manager and instructed,

"Call Teresa over."

"Yes!" The construction worker nodded and immediately ran towards the camp.

Before long, Teresa, who had put down her work, followed the construction worker over.

Teresa was wearing sturdy jeans and a beige T-shirt, with a simple straw hat on her head.

It must be said, the environment of life and work really changes a person.

In just two weeks, there was not a trace of royal dignity in her appearance—apart from her looks and physique, which were unusual; she was no different from the other workers in the refugee camp.

Ma Ban, unaware of her exact identity and having not inquired in detail from the Manager, spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Someone has arrived from the west, and we’re unsure of their identity. Perhaps you could offer some advice."

Teresa nodded earnestly.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Without any fuss, Ma Ban gestured and walked with her towards the west side of the camp.

Looking at the man on the camel, Ma Ban glanced at the nearby group and called out,

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man on the camel was about to respond,

However, just at that moment, his gaze suddenly fell on the face of the woman next to Ma Ban, his pupils contracting as they radiated killing intent.

He recognized that face!

There was no mistake!

"Teresa..."

Hatred for the Falcon Kingdom turned his eyes bloodshot, and he squeezed out the name through his teeth, raising the gun in his hand without hesitation and yelling loudly.

"She’s the princess of the Falcon Kingdom!"

Although they did not understand what he intended, seeing him draw a gun, surrounding soldiers of the Alliance also raised their weapons.

In that instant,

The atmosphere tensed like drawn swords!