This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 455: The Style of the SSSR Level Divine Pet Seems Off

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: The Style of the SSSR Level Divine Pet Seems Off

Chu Guang had thrown Xiao Yu carelessly to Falling Feather, then disappeared to who knows where, never to show his face on Floor B6 again.

And right now, on Floor B6.

Totally inexperienced with childcare, Falling Feather was staring at this entity modeled after himself, already having a staring contest for quite a while.

Anyway...

It was customary to rename it first.

Clearing his throat, Falling Feather spoke up.

"Hey, can you change your name?"

Yu tilted its head.

"Yi Wu?"

Falling Feather, "How about... just call you ’Yi Wu’?"

Yu, "Yi Wu?"

Falling Feather, "..."

Communication was utterly impossible!

Falling Feather sighed in resignation, abandoning the idea of renaming the creature.

"That... Yu."

"Yu!"

Hearing its name, the tendrils floating behind Yu’s head joyously danced.

It seemed to like the name.

Falling Feather pondered for a moment, then came up with a compromise.

"Xiao Yu, how about we call your nickname ’Xiao Yu’?"

A two-syllable nickname was a bit smoother to say, and it was more distinctive than before.

"Xiao... Yu!"

It still had some difficulty pronouncing it, but it seemed to understand the meaning of his words.

A smile spread across Falling Feather’s face as he reached out to rub its smooth, rounded head.

This little guy...

It could actually understand speech.

At that moment, Mosquito’s annoying voice suddenly came from the direction of the elevator.

"Why is the nickname longer than the name?"

Turning around, it was indeed Mosquito with that cheeky grin, and Falling Feather rolled his eyes.

"None of your business."

Mosquito walked up with a grin and draped an arm around his shoulder.

"Haha, forget about that. Come on, I’ve got something awesome to show you."

"Wait, what do you want to show your old man?"

Upon hearing that Mosquito wanted to show him another ’treasure’, Falling Feather instantly tensed up.

From past experience, anything Mosquito whipped up casually might be slightly useful, but anything he seriously put effort into was likely useless.

Those were costly lessons!

"Let me be clear first, the Manager gave me a critical task, I need to lay low these days. Maybe you should find someone else to test it?"

Upon hearing this, Mosquito suddenly looked displeased, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.

"Damn! What do you mean by that? Are the things I create prone to accidents?"

A subtle expression crossed Falling Feather’s face.

"How can you even ask that?"

He said this and then started walking towards the elevator, planning to take the little guy outside for some fresh air.

Seeing this, Mosquito panicked and quickly followed.

"Hey! Wait, give a brother... no, give me a chance! I promise you, this time it definitely won’t be a flop! Why not take a look first? If it’s good, you can have it for free, if not, I’ll keep it!"

Hearing it was free, Falling Feather stopped, his gaze skeptical as he looked back.

"Really?"

Mosquito nodded eagerly.

"Really! When have I ever lied to you?"

"..."

Although Falling Feather didn’t believe Mosquito could come up with anything worthwhile, he followed him, albeit skeptically.

What if?

Occasionally, Mosquito did manage to create a couple of ’God Equip’, but their performance was just not stable.

Shortly after, Falling Feather and Xiao Yu followed Mosquito out of the shelter and headed to a small house on the south side of the base.

They saw a roughly three-meter tall humanoid mecha standing at the doorway of the house.

It had a thick breastplate and sharply defined contours. Its two mechanical arms, like Blitz’s hands, looked like huge pincers. The connector parts on the shoulders and back seemed like they could mount other weapons, but it seemed they hadn’t decided what to hang there yet.

It looked like a scaled-down version of "Titan," exactly like the hand-drawn illustration Mole Old Brother had posted on the forum.

Falling Feather was stunned for a few seconds, then blurted out a curse.

"Holy shit!"

Standing nearby, Xiao Yu tilted its head and echoed.

"Shit?"

Falling Feather hurriedly looked at it and said.

"Don’t learn that."

Xiao Yu nodded.

"Shit!"

Falling Feather covered his face with his palm.

Mosquito grinned and nudged him with his elbow.

"Destroyer No. 1, roughly cost about 60,000 silver coins, mainly spent on steel... So? Is this equipment badass or what?"

"Absolutely badass," Falling Feather couldn’t take his eyes off the hunk of metal, swallowing hard, "you could say it’s power armor and I’d believe you... By the way, what’s the power supply?"

Mosquito plainly said.

"There isn’t one."

"No power supply?!" Falling Feather was stunned, his entire expression incredulous, "What does that mean?"

A mecha that heavy must weigh at least five or six tons; without a motor structure to provide external power, it’s purely decorative!

He initially thought it might use a metallic hydrogen battery, but the cost of 60,000 silver coins didn’t quite fit. Then, he guessed it might be a gasoline engine or solid hydrogen, only to find out from Mosquito that there was none!

Damn, even a Strength Type could not operate this thing!

"Of course, I meant it literally," Mosquito chuckled, "I know what you’re thinking, relax, this thing isn’t meant for people to wear."

Falling Feather immediately looked at him apprehensively.

"What do you mean?"

Mosquito turned his gaze toward Xiaoyu, his eyes blazing with an intense heat, much like a creepy uncle who lures in children.

"Hehe... From my observations, whether it’s the evolutionary bodies in Qingquan City or those in the Lost Valley, they fundamentally rely on the organism’s own power to provide energy! If that is the case, why don’t we simply discard the design of power components and let the ’Mutated slime fungus’ that can be used by us dominate the entire machine! Use the purest power to drive our armor!"

Luoyu stared at Mosquito, dumbfounded.

Well, great.

Following that logic, if every car owner were Superman, could car manufacturers stop selling engines?

Just leave two holes under the seat so that the owner’s legs can stretch out and run, which would be energy-saving, environmentally friendly, and even physically beneficial.

However...

It seemed like what he said made some sense?

Although Titan hadn’t seen it in the Game, he had seen the "Decaying Knights" who corroded power armor.

Those creatures, wielding chainsaws, not only could chop through armor-piercing bullets but also fought fiercely like a humanoid tank. Neither T1 nor T0 players could match them, and later it was the Manager who instantly took it down.

And not just the Decaying Knights; according to Old White and the others, there were many similarly strong evolutionary bodies in the city center, and those Prosperity Epoch scraps were turned into incredible works of art by these ’Mutated slime fungi’.

Xiaoyu was also a ’Mutated slime fungus,’ even a higher-level mother type than the evolutionary bodies!

There was no reason it couldn’t do it!

Thinking of this, Luoyu’s eyes gradually grew passionate as he looked at the little buddy standing beside him.

"Xiaoyu, could you try this?"

"Yi wu?"

Xiaoyu tilted its head, following Luoyu’s gaze toward that hunk of metal.

It moved closer, peered at it, and let its back antennae drift forward, knocking on the tough breastplate and then the arms, before turning around with its head shaking like a wave drum.

"Yi wu!"

Perhaps because of their blood connection, although Luoyu didn’t understand its words, he surprisingly understood its meaning.

Scratching his head, he shot a subtly expressive glance at Mosquito.

"Uh, it seems to be treating it as food...says it can’t eat it."

"Pfft!"

Mosquito couldn’t help but burst out laughing; he hurriedly approached, trying to clarify to Xiaoyu.

"There, little buddy, this isn’t for eating. Just get inside and give it a try!"

Perhaps scared off by his hasty demeanor or maybe because his way of speaking was unusual, Xiaoyu retreated a little, quickly slipping behind Luoyu.

"Yi wu!"

Seeing its pitiable look, the kind-hearted Luoyu couldn’t bear to force it. He looked at the agitated Mosquito Brother and gave a light cough as a reminder.

"You scared it."

"I just want to teach it how to use it, ah... why is this so hard!" Seeing that it completely misunderstood his intentions, Mosquito was so frantic that he almost scratched his head bald.

Luoyu patiently said,

"Be patient, its mind is still that of a child; it doesn’t understand anything... Even if you tell it this thing is equipment, it won’t grasp what it’s for."

As he spoke, an idea slowly formed in his mind.

Perhaps he should take it to the edge of the city, letting it learn how to hunt, at least understanding where its daily food comes from.

This would also count as a practical demonstration.

Certainly more reliable than mere explanations.

However, it seemed that Mosquito Brother had gone down a dead-end, gritting his teeth and not believing in failure as he walked over to the hunk of metal.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe I can’t teach this thing! Just wait, I’ll show you how it’s done!"

He said this as he picked up a crowbar and pried open the joint components at the back of Destroyer No. 1, then his hands and feet reached inside.

A muffled sound like the striking of a bell emanated from the metallic can.

"To get in like this, grab the two handles inside, then give it a hard twist, and it’ll switch to movement mode—"

His words had barely faded.

A light crackling sound was heard.

Accompanied by the rolling sound of hinges, the door behind him slammed shut forcefully and the locking mechanisms at the joints were also released, which simultaneously triggered an uncontrollable chain reaction.

The body of Destroyer No. 1 slowly tilted forward, then it began to accelerate its fall with its two arms stretching forward like inverted spring onions, plunging heavily into the mud, and as its upper body folded forward into an M shape, its head also plunged into the dirt.

Seeing Mosquito suddenly kneel, Luoyu was immediately dumbfounded, while Xiaoyu on the side made an interested noise.

"Yi wu."

Luoyu coughed softly.

"...Even if it’s edible now, you can’t eat it, you cannot eat people."

The floating tentacles drooped, and Xiaoyu’s face was filled with regret.

"Yi wu..."

Weird...

Even though I couldn’t understand what this guy was saying, communication surprisingly wasn’t hindered.

But now wasn’t the time to talk about that.

Luoyu walked over to Destroyer No. 1, called out to the immobilized hunk of metal.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

After a while, a voice mixed with an echo floated out from the metal heap.

"...Damn, almost got me offline, cough, cough... I’m still alive, give me a hand."

Luoyu stepped forward and grabbed the shoulders of the metal heap, pulling with all his might, only to find it wouldn’t budge.

The weight of five or six tons was proving troublesome for an agility system player.

Then he tried to move the door at the back again, trying to help Mosquito get out, but found that the door was welded onto the armor, immovable whether by hand or with a crowbar.

Seemingly noticing Luoyu’s intent, the metal heap let out a weak voice.

"It’s no use... the door locks during combat mode."

Luoyu couldn’t help but retort.

"Then hurry up and deactivate combat mode!"

Mosquito was silent for a while before squeezing out a sentence.

"To deactivate combat mode... I need to stand up first."

Luoyu dropped the crowbar in his hand, sighed, and clicked his VM a couple of times.

"...Anyway, I’ll contact Old White and the others for you."

After placing a call for help on the map, Luoyu left with Xiaoyu, heading to the fifth ring road in Qingquan City.

Due to a large number of newbies leveling up nearby and Eaters producing nutrient pastes and active substances, the number of mutated slime fungus entities in the North Suburbs had significantly decreased, and to hunt monsters, one had to move deeper into the city area.

Thinking that Xiaoyu, being an SSSR Level Divine Pet and the only one in the service, could be of some help in combat, Luoyu didn’t waste too much time in the low-difficulty area and directly targeted a building suspected of having Crawler activity, charging in with Xiaoyu.

According to the manager, this little guy’s favorite food among all the mucosal entities was Crawlers, followed by Butchers.

The latter, being thick-skinned and highly defensive, were a bit tricky, but the former were easier to handle and not so rare.

However, there was a problem here.

Areas with Crawler activity were usually close to the hatcheries, and these places not only had Crawlers but also Eaters, Martyrs, and even the terrifying Tyrant among the Variants.

And for Luoyu, who had been flying planes daily, either in training or on duty, it had been quite a while since he had last fought on foot, let alone within the urban hubs.

Battling the "Mutated slime fungus" requires a completely different approach compared to battling Looters, Variants, and Mutants.

Simply having good marksmanship is not enough; one must use the terrain and positioning tactics to avoid being surrounded by clusters of sporocarps.

Once surrounded by a sufficient number of Eaters, not to mention an Awakened, even an Awakened in power armor would feel a chill down their spine.

Falling Feather, who only carried light weapons, found himself in a tough battle as soon as he entered the ruins of the office building.

He almost got ambushed by a Martyr hidden in the corner.

Dodging corrosive slime and sulfur-smelling spore clusters, Falling Feather had barely stabilized when a Crawler charged at him from the front.

"Roar—!"

The deafening roar echoed through the stairwell, and Falling Feather quickly flicked out the bayonet of his rifle, stabbing it into the Crawler’s head.

The speed of an Agility system player gave him a significant advantage, as the bayonet pierced directly into the Crawler’s eye.

The Crawler let out a pained shout, and black blood sprayed out.

Falling Feather rolled on the spot, avoiding the claws aimed at the ground, drew the Centurion pistol from his waist, and fired several shots at the back of the Crawler’s head.

"Bang—!"

The flickering of explosive firelight, followed by the dispersing smoke, saw the Crawler finally slump its shoulders and collapse to one side.

Breathing heavily, Falling Feather relaxed, sheathed his pistol, and went forward to pick up the rifle that had been soaked with black mucus from the ground.

"...I should have brought a couple of teammates."

This monster-dense scenario was quite overwhelming to solo.

Seeing Xiaoyu peeking apprehensively from the stairwell exit, Falling Feather couldn’t help but complain,

"Why don’t you give me some help?"

"Yi wu?"

Xiaoyu tilted its head, either not understanding or pretending not to.

But when it saw the Crawler lying in the stairwell, its crimson eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yi wu!"

It didn’t need Falling Feather to instruct it.

In a flash, it pounced on the Crawler, raised its head, and began gnawing enthusiastically, gorging itself.

Seeing the little creature’s gluttony, Falling Feather couldn’t really get angry and just shook his head, smiling.

Let it be.

After all, it was a newly acquired pet.

Expecting it to immediately have the prowess to "punch the Manager and kick Old White" was unrealistic; maybe he should be more patient and give it some time to grow and adapt.

Imagining how everyone would be amazed by the little creature’s growth, Falling Feather watched its eating behavior while it fed.

The slender waist undulated, the eaten food apparently being directed to the lower half, collecting in the skirt-shaped fungal cluster.

Is the stomach located in the lower body?

Such a strange anatomy.

It seemed to have grown a bit taller, though the change was subtle, probably within one centimeter, so it wasn’t obvious.

At that moment, Xiaoyu suddenly stopped eating and looked around alertly, as if sensing something.

"Yi wu!"

Hearing the warning sound, Falling Feather’s expression shifted slightly, and he chambered a round into his rifle.

At that point, a series of suppressed growls, growing clearer, along with the trembling of running, swept from both above and below the stairwell towards them like a tsunami.

Eaters!

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Falling Feather’s forehead.

The number was at least a hundred—no, maybe even four or five hundred!

With no time to hesitate, he grabbed Xiaoyu’s arm and pulled it up from beside the Crawler’s corpse.

"Run!"

...

Thanks to Xiaoyu’s Perception, they weren’t surrounded in the stairwell but moved to the nearest floor to engage the incoming surge of Eaters.

Gunshots and explosions lasted for quite a while.

When Falling Feather and Xiaoyu finally escaped from the ruins of the office building, it had been two hours.

Using a grenade to take care of the chasing Eaters, Falling Feather breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the hood of a roadside wrecked car, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his dirty sleeve.

That was damn close!

It was nearly over for him!

For a top-ranking pilot to end up in such a place, it was somewhat embarrassing.

Time always slipped away silently, and before he knew it, it was evening.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of him and the Mutated slime fungus along with the shadows of steel rebar debris.

Xiaoyu came closer.

A slender tentacle drifted to his forehead, gently brushed the black mucus there, and whispered softly,

"Yi wu."

Hearing that comforting sound, Falling Feather smiled and replied,

"Thank you."

"Yi wu!" Xiaoyu responded with a delighted sound, as happy as a little dolphin.

Falling Feather scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his proud smile tinged with bashfulness.

He suddenly felt that this tagalong was quite adorable, and its abstract features weren’t so ugly after all.

After all, it was based on his own...

Just as he thought that, the tentacle that had just wiped his forehead pulled back and went into its mouth.

Its cheeks pulsating as if sucking.

Cold and hot sweats broke out on Falling Feather’s forehead at the same time.

It felt like...

The style took a weird turn.

...

Meanwhile, at the South Gate of the Outpost Base.

With the help of Old White, Mosquito managed to climb out of the iron contraption he had created.

Given that the Burning Corps had been on a mission outside earlier, he had been stuck bending over here all afternoon, nearly suffocating.

Watching Mosquito’s disheveled appearance, Night Ten teased him with a joking tone,

"What’s this, another of your inventions? An automatic canning machine?"

Quit Smoking burst into heartless laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha, feels like it should be used with a fishing rod!"

Mosquito rolled his eyes, unwilling to bother with these guys who lacked appreciation and understanding of art.

"Go to hell! This is my Destroyer No. 1! Tsk... It seems I still need to improve the transmission parts, or at least install an auxiliary motor."

Wild Wind, standing to the side, touched his nose.

"Speaking of which... falling is a matter of balance, right? If the center of gravity isn’t on the central axis, no matter how you design it, it’s going to fall forward."

Mosquito scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

"... seems like it, I totally forgot."

Wild Wind: "..."

To shift the topic away from himself, Mosquito coughed and asked,

"How come you guys didn’t go to the frontline?"

Night Ten said with a smile,

"We are the rapid response troops, not the line-fillers. If we all went to the frontline, who would handle the homeland defense?"

Wild Wind nodded.

"Yeah, speaking of which, we recently caught two spies... They had sneaked in from Bugra Free State, got paid to disguise as refugees and infiltrate Dawn City’s industrial area, trying to blow up our tank production line."

Mosquito exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn, they still not playing it cool?"

Old White said with a laugh,

"Probably desperate, after all, Edge bro ruined their billion-dollar deals. Their corporation is stationed on the South Bank of Tianshui, they can only resort to underhanded tactics... Speaking of which, what about you? Why have you been hanging back for so long?"

"Exactly, it’s been a week, you could have made two trips by now... and this is all you came up with?" Night Ten teased, bringing the conversation back to that good-for-nothing piece of metal.

Realizing he couldn’t get past this today, Mosquito sighed.

"Ah... too many tears, I thought I could manufacture some God Equip for the Luoyu Brothers’ battle pet, but it turned out that the mother creature is an idiot, completely misunderstanding me."

Wild Wind said with a subtle expression,

"Is there a possibility you misunderstood the function of the mother creature?"

Even from a literal sense, that thing wasn’t meant for battling, right?

From the clues they’d gathered so far, hunting was basically the work of "mucosal entities" and "evolutionary bodies."

These two classes correspond to "laborers" and "experts" in the mucosal society.

"It might also be that its strength is too weak, not capable of digesting such a big chunk of metal..."

Old White tapped on the shell of Destroyer No. 1, his face showing an intrigued expression.

"This thing would be better if it was designed lighter, if it weighed only a ton or two... The Strength Type could try wearing it."

Mosquito’s eyes lit up.

"I’ll figure it out!"

...

The sun quickly set.

Having dealt with a whole day of official duties in the viewing room, Chu Guang briefly learned about the mother creature from Xiao Qi.

To prevent "Yu" from going rogue, after Luoyu took it away from the shelter, he had arranged for a Hummingbird drone to follow the duo overhead.

So far, Yu’s behavior appeared stable, showing no overt hostility towards humans.

And from the attitude of other mucosal entities, they didn’t regard it as one of their kind but as an entity like any other organic body, a "cleansing" target.

The enemy of an enemy isn’t necessarily a friend, but it can be someone to draw in.

Chu Guang stretched his index finger to turn off the floating holographic window in front of him and leaned back on the sofa.

"Just keep an eye on Yu. If there’s no abnormal behavior or changes, no need to report everything in detail."

Xiao Qi: "Okay, Master."

Chu Guang continued.

"Any news from the front line?"

"According to reports from players in the Game and discussions on the Forum, Oasis No. 9 is entirely under our control. There are occasional skirmishes along the northwest defense line, but there hasn’t been any large-scale exchange of fire... According to the analysis from your Army Command, it seems the Army is waiting for us to advance deeper into the desert into their territory."

After hearing Xiao Qi’s report, a faint smile curved the corners of Chu Guang’s mouth.

"Then let them keep waiting."

The Skeleton Corps had already assembled in the western part of Oasis No. 9, and the Storm Corps had been training the Lion Kingdom’s army for a week.

Five "Cloud Dragonfly" Flapping Machines from corporate reinforcements had been transferred to the aerospace base on the south side of the Tributary of Tianshui, just waiting for the Alliance’s pilots to complete their training to head to the front line for combat.

Moreover, just yesterday, Chu Guang had gotten in touch with Yun Song.

An assault team composed of more than twenty power armors and hundreds of exoskeleton soldiers would soon be reorganized with several hundred bionic assault troops dispatched by Kang Mao Group into a separate thousand team, launching an attack on Falcon Kingdom’s homeland—Oasis No. 2—while simultaneously striking the frontline.

Located on the boundary of the Great Desert, Oasis No. 2 is the gateway into the Great Desert.

According to clues provided by Luo Hua, the Pioneer had been captured by the Army shortly after passing through Oasis No. 2 into the Great Desert, and it shouldn’t be too far from the western border of Oasis No. 2.

To prevent the Army from acting desperately, possibly completely dismantling or blowing up the Pioneer, they needed to initiate attacks in two directions simultaneously.

"Everything is ready; we only lack the east wind."

If all goes well,

by the end of the year, Griffin could reunite with his old friend McCullen.

While Chu Guang was lost in thought, Xiao Qi’s voice drifted into his ears.

"Master, the prince of the Honey Badger Kingdom, Sommer, wishes to see you."

"Have him come here directly." It was already late, and Chu Guang, who had already dined on North Street, was too lazy to make another trip out.

Xiao Qi, sitting at the desk, nodded vigorously.

"Alright!"

...

Simultaneously, in the Lost Valley located in the desert, Little Red stood motionless atop the valley, gazing toward the east.

After a long while, it murmured softly,

"Yi wu."

Behind it, Pigeon, who heard it, showed a surprised expression.

"Are you saying... the Seed of Life that was scattered has disappeared?"

"Yi wu."

Little Red shook its head, then nodded, not saying anything, yet as if it said everything.

But clearly, Pigeon understood.

There are many mediums for conveying information, not all of which require the physical world’s mediums.

Although its Little Red could not converse with the "kids" thousands of kilometers away, that mysterious connection allowed it to sense their presence.

Now that connection was severed, but Little Red denied that it was "death."

That left only one possibility.

The symbiont in that young man had been transformed into something else.

What could it be?

Rubbing his chin with his index finger, his decaying face showed little change in expression, but those crimson pupils sparkled with intrigued light.

"Interesting... These youngsters have something going for them."

The secret he had spent decades deciphering had been solved by these people in just a few days.

That people in this declining world understood more about the "mutated slime fungus" than he did was unbelievable!

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