This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 472 Xiaoyu’s Special Ability

Chapter 472: Chapter 472 Xiaoyu’s Special Ability

When Falling Feather put on his helmet and returned to the Game world, he found himself just over a hundred meters from the ground, and anxiety immediately took hold of him.

Ejection seats may not look impressive, but their technical complexity is nothing trivial; one could even say they are one of the most complex auxiliary devices on a fighter plane.

The entire device consists of thousands of parts, and the pilot only needs to ensure the proper altitude and pull the handle; a series of actions from exit to landing are completed automatically according to the program.

It was extremely convenient.

However—

That convenience was based on normal circumstances.

Falling Feather would never believe that the ejection seat Mosquito fixed for him had thousands of parts; he would be grateful if it had even five hundred!

Pessimistically thinking, the whole ejection seat might just be a cushion seat over some gunpowder with a delayed fuse to trigger the parachute opening.

As for any automated life-saving programs...

Falling Feather thought that describing it as "hoping for the best" might be more appropriate.

The flailing parachute in the wind was like a small boat drifting in rapids, and under Falling Feather’s sweaty emergency handling, he fortunately landed on the ground without incident.

Falling Feather used a dagger to cut the parachute cords that almost entangled his head, he leaned against a rock retching for a while before lifting his head to assess the surroundings.

This place was a desolate Gobi desert, covered with coarse gravel and abrupt rocks. Looking north offered a wide view, while the south showed layers of sand dunes and mountains.

No matter which direction he looked, there was not a single person in sight.

Returning to the ejection seat, Falling Feather dug out the deformed emergency kit pinned under the seat.

Inside were a map, a compass, 1.25 liters of fresh water, 500 grams of compressed biscuits, and emergency survival tools like a water filter, flashlight, and lighter.

In addition, there was a 9mm handgun and two magazines.

Mosquito Brother had unusually not skimped on this seemingly "meaningless" matter, which relieved Falling Feather.

However, when he picked up the map, he froze.

It was a civilian map from before the war, devoid of any useful geographical information, lacking even basic contour lines. Roads, buildings, landmarks that would have served as references had disappeared over two hundred years ago.

"Damn... how am I supposed to locate myself?!"

While Falling Feather was puzzled, he suddenly noticed the mountains to the south.

"Wait, mountains in the south?"

An idea suddenly struck Falling Feather, he remembered Old Soldier’s post on the forum about what he saw at Oasis No. 8.

"North of Oasis No. 8 are mountains, passing through the territory of the Golden Lizard Kingdom, beyond which lies the Wandering Swamp...hiss."

Falling Feather gasped.

Good grief.

He had drifted into Academy territory!

But, there should still be some distance to the Wandering Swamp; looking around, he only saw the desolate Gobi; there was no sign of the swamp.

"The north side of Luo Xia Province... that’s the only info I have, better look for a high place to figure out what to do."

Falling Feather glanced at the mountains to the south.

Across those mountains lay the Golden Lizard Kingdom; if all else failed, he could there ask for directions. Now, with the Alliance’s momentum in Luo Xia Province overwhelming, even the Lion Kingdom, once the desert’s ruler, had become a real vassal of the Alliance, so the local residents of Oasis No. 8 should not trouble him.

Besides, he remembered the abruptly treacherous Eagle Fighter, which seemed to have crashed in that direction.

Might as well search it out en route.

Gathering all his gear, Falling Feather checked the magazine in his handgun and, relying on his memory from the sky, began his search for the Eagle Fighter.

He walked south for about an hour.

Just when Falling Feather was wondering if he had gone the wrong way, he finally saw the propeller aircraft abandoned on the flat ground.

The cockpit glass was covered with a spider-web of cracks, and with the surrounding pitch-darkness, he couldn’t see inside.

With the safety of his handgun disengaged, Falling Feather carefully approached, calling out in imperfect United Human language.

"Hey, is anyone alive in there?"

No answer.

Falling Feather frowned, pulling out his flashlight and shining it inside.

The flashlight’s beam hit the cockpit glass.

At the same moment, a creaking noise came from inside the cabin, and a gruesome face suddenly slammed against the spider-webbed canopy.

That hideous face gave Falling Feather a shock, nearly causing him to pull the trigger and shatter the face; fortunately, he managed to restrain himself at the last moment.

Good gracious!

Eaters?!

At the same time, a fuzzy voice came from behind the cracked glass.

"ba... ba..."

Falling Feather: "???"

What the hell?

He didn’t remember having a son, nor was he willing to admit that such an ugly guy could be his progeny.

For a while, he didn’t even know who was taking advantage of whom.

However, the guy sitting inside the cabin seemed to have recognized him, persistently calling out, but the voice was getting weaker until it finally faded.

Falling Feather swallowed.

Just as he was contemplating whether or not to get closer to check, suddenly a noise came from behind a huge rock nearby.

Hearing that sound, a sense of alarm surged in his heart, and he immediately aimed the gun that way, shouting fiercely.

"Who’s there?"

A faint mosquito-like whisper came from behind the rock, carrying a hint of unexpected grievance.

"...Yi."

Hearing that, Falling Feather was stunned on the spot.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered the gun in his hand, using an uncertain voice to probe,

"... Xiaoyu?"

"Eyyy!"

The voice instantly turned cheerful.

Rustling sounds came from behind the boulder, and soon, a graceful figure emerged from behind it.

The scarlet "skirt hem" rolled like waves, and Xiaoyu, taking tiny steps, quickly moved in front of him.

Its abstract facial contours did not reveal its emotions, but the tentacles, swinging like snake hair, completely exposed the joy in its heart.

Falling Feather looked at Xiaoyu, surprised at this creature that could no longer be called a little one.

It had been a while since he had seen it last, and it seemed to have grown taller, with more armor on its skirt hem and facial contours closer to those of a human.

However, it had not completely transformed into his likeness but seemed to use his features as a template, blending in some softer lines.

But right now, what surprised him was not Xiaoyu’s transformation but why it was here.

Seeing the "Eaters" inside the cockpit of the "Eagle Fighter," he suddenly seemed to understand something and stared at Xiaoyu in realization.

"Did you do this?"

"Eyyy!" Xiaoyu made a cheerful sound, which seemed very much like a proud boast.

Falling Feather didn’t know why he could understand its sounds, but the emotions flowing in the melody were not hard for him to grasp.

Perhaps this was the connection between bloodlines.

After all, it was a special mother template synthesized from his own DNA.

Honestly, the relationship was too complex, and he hadn’t fully grasped it himself.

"...Once this war is over, I still really need to take another trip to Lost Valley to ask that guy named Pigeon for clarification."

But speaking of which...

This creature’s skills were a bit amazing!

It could not only induce "zombification" in organic bodies but also retain some of the person’s experiences and knowledge on the basis of "mental assimilation," even proactively inheriting some experiences and knowledge from its mother.

Although this notion was somewhat terrifying upon reflection, it wasn’t unreasonable in the game.

It’s rather this, which fits the setting of an SSSR Level Divine Pet!

What a "Mother of Death"? Totally weak!

"Eyyy!"

Watching Xiaoyu excitedly circling around him, Falling Feather suddenly felt a notion and asked,

"Did you say... you have something to show me?"

"Eyyy!"

Xiaoyu nodded excitedly and then took the lead, not forgetting to wrap one of its tentacles around his wrist.

Falling Feather looked back at the wreckage, tapped his finger on the earpiece, took a photo, and then followed behind Xiaoyu.

After walking about twenty minutes, the two quickly arrived at an open space.

On the open space filled with rubble, a solitary, large propeller plane was parked.

The moment he saw that Dragonfly Transport Aircraft, Falling Feather excitedly widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and with great effort, managed to hold back the phrase "F**k" that surged to his lips.

"Wow... Did you fly this here?"

"Eyyy!"

Xiaoyu nodded its head joyously and proudly, as if asking "Do you like it?"

"Haha! Absolutely fantastic!" Unable to hide his excitement, Falling Feather complimented, reaching out to stroke Xiaoyu’s head, "Well done!"

Now, there was no need for anyone to pick him up.

He could fly back by himself!

Putting away the gun in his hand, Falling Feather joyfully walked into the cabin and easily found his way to the cockpit.

He hadn’t flown this transport plane often, but he had piloted it once or twice. The operation wasn’t very difficult.

The cockpit was covered in sticky fungus, and the crimson growths almost swallowed the seat, climbing onto the console and joystick.

Although it looked a bit fierce, Falling Feather, having been used to Xiaoyu for so long, didn’t find it too troublesome.

Sitting in the familiar position, Falling Feather stretched his hand to turn on the power switch, but the moment he looked at the dashboard, his brow fiercely twitched.

Seeing the needle stuck firmly below the zero mark of the gauge, the battery was indeed drained completely dry.

Falling Feather released his right hand from the throttle, pained, and leaned back in the seat.

"F**k!"

It was just like giving him a glimmer of hope, only to plunge him back into despair right away.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

The range of the Dragonfly Transport Aircraft couldn’t possibly be that far; he shouldn’t have harbored such unrealistic hopes from the start.

While Falling Feather was wearing a distressed expression, Xiaoyu, who had just followed him into the cockpit, unaware of the situation, heard the familiar sound and excitedly shouted as well.

"F**k!"

Hearing the voice from behind, Falling Feather was almost choked by his own saliva and sprang up from the seat, quickly turning to the little one to instruct,

"Don’t learn this, it’s not a good word."

"Eyyy?" Xiaoyu tilted its head, the tentacles at the back of its head shaking with waves of confusion, seemingly not understanding his reaction.

While Falling Feather was lecturing Xiaoyu, near the Eagle Fighter they passed earlier, a few figures approached.

Had Falling Feather still been there, he would have been surprised; the pilot of the "Peidao," who was supposed to have been blown up, had not died but had survived.

But even though he hadn’t died, his disheveled appearance wasn’t exactly optimistic.

At the moment, his hands were adorned with a pair of state-of-the-art handcuffs, and he was flanked by two armed guards like a prisoner.

A few men in white uniforms stood in front of him, intently staring at the propeller plane overridden by fungus and softly discussing something, seemingly engaged in some analysis.

"Mutated slime fungus? This godforsaken place actually has slime fungus?"

"The infected’s entire cellular tissue along with the slime fungus decays, life signs have completely vanished... It’s like a mummy."

"Interesting... It might be worth studying."

Looking at the chaotic scene inside the cabin, Yukar’s face turned slightly pale.

The one who had fired at him from above was actually an Eater...

What outrageous technology had those Barbarians mastered!

Turning a living person into an Eater, such evil!

The leading man turned around, looking at the captured Yukar with interest and said,

"Luo Xia Province shouldn’t have slime fungus; these dirty things must have been brought in from outside. Perhaps, you could provide some insights?"

"I don’t know," Yukar looked at the man with an ashen face, "How could I possibly know the good deeds done by those so-called Alliance folks? You might as well ask them."

"Alliance..." A man looking like an attendant chewed over the word and pondered for a while before saying, "I think I’ve heard of it."

Another attendant spoke up.

"The survivor settlement mixed with corporations is called the Alliance."

"Hmm." The leading man nodded, "I’ve heard of it too."

Yukar stared nervously at these people and finally couldn’t help but ask,

"Who exactly are you!"

The leader did not conceal it and succinctly said,

"Li Ke, special project operator of the External Affairs Department, B-level researcher."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Yukar’s face was blank, but when he heard the word ’researcher,’ he immediately caught on.

"You... are from the Academy?" His voice carried a trace of disbelief.

"Yes," Li Ke glanced at him lightly, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "Stupid ’Weilante People,’ congratulations on finally spotting the blind spot."

"What do you want to do?" Yukar asked warily.

"That’s not for you to worry about."

Li Ke pointed his index finger and made a slight swipe.

Yukar just felt a slight sting on his wrist.

He angrily looked at the man before him, about to ask what the hell he had done to him, but found his throat seemed frozen, unable to utter a syllable.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yukar’s gaze at him turned to one of horror.

Li Ke nonchalantly moved his gaze away from him, turning back to the Eagle Fighter covered in slime fungus.

The slime fungus and the infected host had walked to the end of life together, the human cells and the slime fungus cells drying out simultaneously, without releasing spores carrying genetic information.

This strange symbiotic form was a first for him.

No doubt it was a technology of evil.

But—

Interest gleamed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself,

"Quite interesting."

...

The next day, evening.

The convoy, loaded with tanks and armored grenadiers and stretched out in a long line, finally reached the checkpoint below No. 330 high ground along the winding mountain path.

A man with a beard buried in a scarf sat in a truck in the middle of the convoy, looking toward No. 330 high ground, his face showing uncontrollable excitement.

Beyond that mountain was a plateau, and further on was the territory of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

After countless difficulties, he had finally returned here.

The emotion wasn’t only overwhelming Revival Army Marshal Yard but also the array of soldiers joining the attack with the Skeleton Corps.

Unlike these soldiers, the players sitting in the trucks mostly wore dejected expressions.

Many players had driven for nearly two days without encountering any substantial resistance.

This feeling of having energy with nowhere to exert it was too uncomfortable!

At the very front of the convoy, the checkpoint’s barrier lay horizontally.

A young construction worker with a rifle slung across his chest, along with a few Strength-type players, approached laughing and shouted at the stopped convoy,

"Everyone halt! Leave a toll to pass!"

Gnome King Riches, sitting on the tank, shouted back cheekily.

"Is two 155mm shells enough? Or should I send another one?"

"Yes! Delivery included or not?"

"Of course, included! Point out the place, we’ll send it right over!"

The construction worker’s eyes lit up, and he said with a grin,

"That nice? Then help us take care of our Army leader."

Elena, sitting beside Rich Brother, burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Brother, your words seem to carry a story."

Gnome King Riches also curiously prodded.

"Tell us, how did Brother Shui mistreat you?"

The construction worker sighed and said with a sorrowful face,

"Ah, too long a story filled with tears! Ever since our Army leader got those tricycles from logistics, Brother Shui has never treated us like humans."

Beside them, another newbie named Outlaw Maniac also wore a miserable expression.

"I rode a tricycle all the way, and I was about to fall apart. This game is too hard!"

Another newbie nodded in deep agreement.

"Exactly! It’s too inhumane!"

The newbies were all complaining when Edge Shoveling, walking with the Debt Giant Eye using a crutch, just happened to pass by from behind the checkpoint.

This guy really had it rough.

Previously, he led several Intelligence System newbies to charge up the high ground, but not even three seconds passed before they didn’t make it more than a few steps up the hill.

It would have been okay if he had been truly finished off, but he hadn’t completely cooled off.

Later, when the battlefield was being cleared, his teammates dug him out from a pile of dead bodies, only to find that he had been shot in the leg without hitting any vital parts. The reason he couldn’t get up was probably that he had knocked his head when he fell and was physiologically unconscious.

Given that the chances for an Intelligence System to charge were already slim, the Giant Eye, not wanting to waste a bit of experience, didn’t choose to let his teammates help him "patch up."

Hearing the complaints of the newbies, Edge Shoveling looked a bit awkward and was about to calm everyone down when Debt Giant Eye was one step ahead of him, chuckling and saying,

"You guys don’t get it. Gene Sequence, the more you use it, the stronger it gets! On the surface, you’re giving up sweat, but in reality, you’re growing through the sweat. Doesn’t it feel a lot better thinking about it this way?"

The newbies were slightly stunned, his words sounding quite reasonable, and they were almost persuaded.

However, Old Soldier wasn’t fooled; he knew this guy too well. Without saying another word, he tossed his gun aside and rolled up his sleeves.

"Don’t listen to this Intelligence System blabbering. The kid is definitely messing with us. Brothers, follow me and let’s show him the power of bulls and horses!"

Seeing Old Soldier charging at him, the Giant Eye panicked.

"Holy shit, I’m an injured man, don’t mess around!"

Unable to run with his crutch, and seeing that pleading was useless, he looked helplessly towards Edge Shoveling.

"Brother Shui, save me!"

Edge Shoveling glanced at him and stepped aside.

"You should’ve drawn less aggro, then you wouldn’t have any problems."

"Exactly! Even the Manager coming here today won’t save you!" Old Soldier looked to one side at Outlaw Maniac, "You guys, one arm each, lift him up, I’ll go find a telephone pole!"

"Sure thing!"

A few Strength-type players wickedly lifted Giant Eye, ignoring his frantic shrieks, and went to look for a telephone pole up on the high ground.

Sitting in the truck, Yard blankly watched the commotion in front of him before saying after a while,

"What’s... what’s going on over there?"

Mole coughed.

"Cough, nothing much... Those Strength-type beasts are probably just stifled. Don’t worry, they’re just joking around with a good brother, no lives will be at risk."

Compared to the Agility System’s speed and the Body Constitution System’s durability, the Strength System really isn’t that popular anymore, but who can tell what the future holds?

One generation’s software is another generation’s god.

For someone like him who had experienced the full process of version changes as an experienced player, this was just basic operations.

To be fair, the Strength System is still the most suitable choice for newbies, not only because it allows for quicker leveling, but also because it’s easy to get a handle on.

No matter how much other systems are strengthened, it can’t change the fact that more than half of the Alliance’s Awakeners are from the Strength System.

Yard was taken aback for a moment, and looked blankly at the Army Commander.

Stifled... what does that mean?

Maybe it’s a grammar issue.

He always felt there was something slightly off about it.

He didn’t explain to the NPC, nor did he even realize a ridiculous misunderstanding had been made, as Mole waved out of the bus window, and the checkpoint’s boom soon lifted to let the convoy pass.

Getting off beside Brother Edge, Mole said with a smile,

"We just received an order. Command wants us to pass through No. 330 high ground and then head northwest along the edge of Oasis No. 3."

Edge Shoveling asked,

"The offensive route’s been changed?"

Mole nodded with a grin.

"Yes, based on Brother Battlefield’s intelligence, the Army plans to give up on Oasis No. 3. Our mission is to stick behind this scattering of defeated troops and wipe out as much of their force as possible, making our advance into Oasis No. 2 encounter less resistance."

Edge Shoveling whistled.

"Looks like we’ll have to walk the next stretch of road ourselves."

"That’s right, and the trucks you left halfway can arrive the day after tomorrow, so you can rest here for two days. From here northwards, you won’t encounter much fierce resistance, and you’ll likely meet folks with food and drink, welcoming the troops. Just coordinate with the Revival Army forces from the Honey Badger Kingdom, and push forward together; it should be our turn to fight a tough battle now."

He said this jokingly, then suddenly remembering something, looked back at the long line of vehicles and continued,

"By the way, on our way toward No. 330 high ground, we ran into several disbanded units. Some were led by Weilante People, some by counterfeit military officers. We’ve confiscated their arms and let them continue on their original routes. If nothing goes wrong, they should reach No. 330 high ground by this time tomorrow, and by then, you’ll have your hands full taking them in."

Edge Shoveling frowned,

"The Clone Group?"

Mole nodded.

"Yes."

Edge Shoveling scratched the back of his head.

"What about those clones... How should they be handled?"

Previously, every encounter with a Clone Group by the Alliance ended with fighting until the last clone fell, and then the lower-ranking officers would surrender.

This was his first encounter with clones surrendering alongside their officers.

To be honest, whether those guys counted as human was still undefined by the Alliance.

It wasn’t a matter of being pretentious.

It was related to a very practical issue—whether to treat them as regular prisoners of war aiming at liberation through assessment and reformation or to include them in the "purification" category like the Mutants.

They were not mindless animals, only mentally incomplete.

Mole shrugged helplessly,

"I don’t know, just keep an eye on them for now, and how to deal with them... ask the Manager."

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