This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 595: Broke the Record!

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Broke the Record!

Chu Guang was completely stunned.

So was Xiao Yue, lying beside him.

The thick smog had already dissipated a lot, and with binoculars in their hands, they watched the battlefield that had been covered by artillery fire without blinking.

If the previous round of artillery fire had only shocked him with the firepower of the "Iron Heart," then this frontal battlefield confrontation had completely overturned his perception of humanity.

Those guys...

Were they really still human?

He had never seen human soldiers who could fight mutants toe-to-toe in hand-to-hand combat.

And at that moment, he lightly saw a guy clad in a heavy exoskeleton, cleave a two-meter-tall Synthetic Mutant in half with a chainsaw, and then smoothly pull out a salvaged shotgun to blow the head off a green-skinned monster.

What was even more inconceivable to him was—

Those beasts had actually begun to fear.

Yes.

Fearsome expressions clearly emerged on the faces of those devils, and he could hardly believe his own eyes—those beasts who idolized death and slaughter were actually scared by a group of even more reckless fellows.

It was like the sun had risen from the west!

"...It looks like Brother Chicken has taken care of it," Fang Chang said calmly, as he put away the binoculars, standing not far from the two.

The battle itself had lost its suspense.

Previously, Brother Chicken had managed to hold off a thousand-strong team with just over twenty brothers, and now one hundred and twenty fully armed heavy infantry were dealing with a bunch of bomb-blasted guys; if they still turned over, they might as well delete their accounts and start over.

Even though this group was much stronger than the previous one.

But in the end, a beast was still a beast; even if equipped with human weapons and learning human tactics, they couldn’t change their innate savagery.

The only suspense now was how many heads Brother Chicken had chopped off. The folks on the official website who had nothing better to do had placed a bet and even wanted him to act as the judge.

Unfortunately, the visibility here was poor, and they could only see the general outline.

In the end, they had to ask Brother Chicken himself how many he had killed.

Xiao Yue swallowed hard, got up from the ground, and looked towards Fang Chang, unable to help himself from asking.

"That... those people, are they from the Burning Corps?"

If it were those guys...

It wouldn’t be too surprising for them to steal something monstrous like the "Iron Heart."

Fang Chang was taken aback for a moment, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

"You’re talking about them... Those brothers are from the Jungle Corps, although they’re pretty ruthless too."

Jungle Corps?

Chu Guang and Xiao Yue looked at each other, swapping the confusion in their eyes, and gradually their faces revealed a hint of shock.

He faintly heard from the northern merchants that the Ace fighting against the armies in the Falling Leaves Province on behalf of the Alliance included the Burning Corps as well as the Storm, Death, Skull, and several other corps. However, he had never heard of the Jungle Corps.

A previously unknown corps could possess such combat power...

How formidable must the legendary Burning Corps be?

But speaking of which, the gentleman before him seemed to be from the Burning Corps.

Presumably recalling this matter, the way the two NPCs looked at Fang Chang changed.

Xiao Yue excitedly passed a look to Chu Guang.

’Haiya Province is saved!’

Chu Guang was also excitedly nodding.

’Yes!’

With such a powerful neighbor as an ally, why worry about restoring Haiya Province!

The grand aspiration of driving the evil cultists out of his homeland...

He finally saw hope for its realization!

...

Elsewhere, beside an abandoned water tank, hunters hurried from Town Of Hope stood dumbfounded, staring at the cleared battlefield.

The elevation here was relatively higher, and the visibility much better, they could see the center of the battlefield that Fang Chang and the others couldn’t.

Only to see that green-skinned monster with its claws bared, pierced through the chest by a thick chainsaw, with blood and flesh flung several meters high by the revolving saw blade.

The sunlight, passing through the thinning gray-green haze, faintly constructed a splendid bridge amidst the mist of blood.

Standing in front of that green-skinned monster, the fierce man holding up his left arm had been showered with blood, blending in with the blood-covered steel armor.

Liu Youxiong’s eyes bulged, mouth agape, his jaw hanging, unable to believe his own eyes.

After a while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence from his petrified throat.

"...Won?"

A human... if one could still call him human, had actually killed a synthetic mutant in one-on-one close combat!

And by the looks of it, the one he killed seemed to be a leader among mutants, possibly a Centurion or even higher.

Gradually, the disbelief etched in his eyes turned to admiration.

At that moment, an aged voice sounded in his ear.

"Do you envy him?"

Liu Youxiong jumped in fright, hurriedly looking around, only to find nothing but empty space beside the rusty railing.

The voice seemed to be in his mind.

He swallowed, and honestly replied.

"I... I do envy him."

The air was quiet for a while.

Just as he awkwardly thought he had imagined the voice, to his surprise, it spoke again.

"Poor child..."

The voice carried a hint of pity, but Liu Youxiong didn’t feel any comfort and muttered a response with his head lowered.

"I don’t need you to tell me that, I already know," Chu Guang grumbled.

The one thing Town Of Hope was most lacking was hope itself; being born there was like being cursed for eight generations, a fact that didn’t require anyone to point out to him.

After his father was eaten by a bear, his mother had given him a name that included ’Bear’, to remind him to always be wary of the wild bears in the forest.

Yet when he shouldered his hunting gun and ventured out of the village, he realized that a few wild bears were hardly a danger. Far more terrifying creatures roamed the Wasteland.

But he had no choice but to venture out.

All his father had passed down to him was that often malfunctioning hunting gun, and without any other skills, hunting was his only option to avoid starvation.

The voice fell silent for a while, as if pondering.

Then, after a moment, the aged voice continued.

"If you had that power, what would you do?" it asked.

Liu Youxiong answered almost without hesitation.

"Make a lot of money!"

He had heard that mercenaries could earn a lot, whether it was golden coins or those colorful bits of paper, which could be traded for many things he couldn’t get by exchanging his hunting spoils.

But he wasn’t good at fighting, nor did he have any sophisticated weapons.

If he had that great strength...

He imagined he would be able to eat meat heartily and drink fine wines just like those mercenaries sitting in the Grizzly and Streetlight Tavern.

To him, that was what living truly looked like.

The voice didn’t mock his aspirations, but calmly continued to inquire.

"And then what?"

Liu Youxiong was taken aback.

"Then...buy a piece of land?" he ventured.

The voice pressed on.

"And after that?"

Liu Youxiong began to get irritated. If this person could just pop into his mind out of nowhere, why didn’t they pry open his skull and take a look for themselves?

"How many ’afters’ are there..."

He didn’t want to play along with that pretentious fool any longer, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find the button to turn off the voice.

Ignoring his frustration, the voice went on talking to itself.

"The strong consume the weak, and once the weak gain power, they don’t think about ending the chaos of the Wasteland, but become the next flesh-eating creature... I’ve looked into your past, as well as Giant Stone City’s. In every place we go, we search for that almost non-existent possibility. Sadly, what we see is uglier than the wild beasts; beings that should live like humans turning themselves and others into forest animals."

Struggling to comprehend the man’s words, Liu Youxiong swallowed hard.

"Who are you exactly?"

"I..."

There was a pause as if he was hesitant to reveal his name, but he eventually spoke frankly.

"I am Luo Gan."

Usually, he would tell mortals that he was the Saint Heir and to the Apostles that he was a Pioneer because it saved the needless and cumbersome explanations.

Unconsciously, he had started to play the role of a deity, using divinity instead of humanity to think everything through.

But now, he had changed his mind.

They had built a near-perfect System for that grand plan, using technology left from the Human Alliance Era, and they had sacrificed themselves first before any others, to ensure the plan’s uninterrupted execution in exchange for eternal time.

Ironically, it was himself, the one who should be the least fallible, who wavered at the last moment.

Was it really necessary to tear down the whole house just to deal with the mouse sneaking inside?

What shook him wasn’t the mockery from the Alliance Manager; deep down, he despised those pragmatic utilitarians who dealt with problems on a surface level without touching the core.

That Alliance Manager wouldn’t be greater than the First Generation Manager of Giant Stone City, but what had that settlement turned into?

Singular Point City was no exception.

He didn’t know when that noble ideal of saving everyone, relying on neither heaven nor earth but on oneself, had compromised with reality, morphing into something he had never envisioned. Those people were even worse than the nobles of Giant Stone City; at least those pretentious folk didn’t use stew pots when they ate people.

The Torch Church may have been a bit extreme, but to Luo Gan, compared to the real Torch Plan devised by the pre-war elites, they were much more merciful.

At least they didn’t plan to kill all life on the planet to create a pure paradise.

They truly intended to save everyone and elevate humanity to a higher existence, eradicating the Wasteland entirely.

Luo Gan never doubted that what he was doing was right, nor did he care how those ignorant fools ridiculed him.

But just when he was about to silence that voice for good, he thought of the little girl lying in a pool of blood.

He had left many chips in that Church district, but only one was special to him. He had dispersed divinity into innumerable parts across this Land, yet kept the only bit of humanity for her.

When that chip carrying the memory of death was reactivated, the shreds of data flowed back into him, his soul trembled uncontrollably.

The interrogating voice incessant in his ears made him question himself.

All those lives methodically, en masse sacrificed over the past twenty years, did they outnumber the demons and monsters of the Wasteland?

In that moment, Luo Gan suddenly realized that on the road to Utopia, he seemed to have become part of the Wasteland himself.

The weight was immeasurable...

Heaven’s arrival was only one step away, and the Alliance didn’t seem to realize what this mist signified.

Yet at the very end, he couldn’t bring himself to take the final step.

He wanted to ask for the opinion of the common people, as Luo Gan.

As a man, not as a god.

It was something he hadn’t done in a long time.

"...Luo Gan?" Liu Youxiong looked puzzled upon hearing the name.

He had never heard of it before, yet it seemed vaguely familiar.

Was it something he heard from a pastor or the mayor?

Luo Gan didn’t mind and patiently asked.

"Why do you believe in the Torch Church?"

Liu Youxiong scratched his head in confusion.

"I... I don’t know. I actually used to believe in the Great Antler God, but the big shots in town told us it was better to believe in this, and the mutants wouldn’t bully us anymore. So, we believed."

Yeah.

It was to avoid being bullied by mutants.

He had almost forgotten!

A fire was smoldering in Liu Youxiong’s heart.

He felt deceived because things were not at all like those people had said.

Those green-skinned folks didn’t care at all about what they believed or didn’t believe, and that high and mighty Saint Heir didn’t care about them either, instead, they started to intimidate them with divine punishment. Was the deception first, or did their doubt come first?

He was just a hunter; why must he go to that so-called Heaven and wait to live a better life after gaining strength? Was it wrong that the sky was blue and the clouds were white?

Luo Gan didn’t care about his anger and calmly continued to ask.

"So, do you want to go to the Heaven that the Saint Heir described?"

Now harboring no good feelings towards the Saint Heir, Liu Youxiong didn’t dare to curse out loud but couldn’t help snorting with a cold sneer.

"Heaven? Ha, are you talking about this patch of stench-filled fog? If it’s as smoggy there as it is here, I actually pity the people living there!"

He waited a long time without hearing a response, and a pang of panic struck his heart.

That Luo Gan...

Could he be an Apostle sent by the Saint Heir?

He wouldn’t snitch, would he?

Restless in that silent atmosphere, a bead of cold sweat slowly trekked across Liu Youxiong’s forehead.

At that moment, he heard a light sigh.

"I see."

My training is still not enough...

Luo Gan silently mused to himself as he walked away from his side.

"What do you see?"

Listening to that cryptic remark, Liu Youxiong looked around in confusion but saw no one apart from the desolate ruins.

He was sure he hadn’t gone mad.

Someone had indeed been here, but it seemed they had left in disappointment after not receiving his approval.

As if they had never been there...

...

In the center of the battlefield.

Kulu slowly lifted his stiff neck to look at the chainsaw implanted in his chest, then at the iron hulk standing before him.

That fellow was far from fine too. After dozens of rounds of beating each other, his blood-soaked armor was riddled with dents and cracks, and Kulu’s chainsaw had almost cleaved the guy in half.

But this was nowhere near comforting to him.

As a warrior given a name by his leader, losing to a human was shameful.

Especially on the matter of strength and courage he prized most.

Tonight, he’d probably become the laughing stock among all his kin.

Kulu’s mouth twisted in a cruel smile as he stared at the helmet with only a narrow slit visible and asked in a raspy voice.

"What’s your name?"

"Twenty-One."

Those eyes under the helmet stared back at him coldly, the muffled reply drifting through the small gap.

Kulu didn’t understand what he was saying, taking it as self-introduction.

Lowering his dark green head, he muttered to himself.

"Twenty-One... huh?"

He would remember this name.

When he went to the land of the dead, he would wait for this fellow to come down and then fight him thoroughly...

Next time, he would surely not lose.

Crack—!

Amid the grating sound of gears, bones and flesh were flung into the sky by the spinning saw.

The terse and taciturn Midnight Chicken Killing suddenly lifted the chainsaw welded to his left arm, slicing Kulu from chest to shoulder in two.

The burly body crashed heavily to the ground, blood quickly seeping into the dark, muddied soil.

As the Centurion died at that human’s hands, the remaining mutants finally couldn’t withstand the panic in their hearts.

Just as they had howled and charged in, the battered mutants now turned tail towards the direction of Brocade River City in utter desperation.

These creatures were not human—

They were devils!

And this hastened their rout!

"Crush them!"

Midnight Chicken Killing roared, straightening his right arm’s 19mm gun barrel, removing the jammed feeding mechanism and jamming in a fragmentation round.

Bang—!

A mutant soldier was shot in the back, blinding sparks bursting from its chest. It didn’t even have the chance to scream before being forcefully thrown to the ground by the brutal destructive force.

"Run them down!"

"Think you can run? Not a chance!"

"Howl!"

The other blood-soaked players also picked up their bomb guns, switched magazines, and fired at the fleeing mutants.

Streaks of light danced on the muddy battlefield as the advancing players fired away, resembling meat grinders in motion.

Under the baptism of bullets and gunfire, the last dozen mutant soldiers perished one by one until none remained.

The battle had completely ended.

The group began tallying their casualties.

They had arrived with a hundred and twenty people, now only ninety-seven remained; only twenty-three unlucky brothers had fallen to the mutants.

As for how many they had killed, most players couldn’t remember, only estimating roughly five to six hundred.

Without a doubt, this was a thoroughly exhilarating victory!

Not only had they severely crushed the arrogant momentum of those green-skinned brutes, but they also proved to the survivors on this land that those beasts were not invincible!

Victorious cheers echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Brother Chicken is awesome!"

"Hahaha, that was insanely fun!"

"Brother! Do we have a chance to be on the promo PV?"

"Getting on camera shouldn’t be a problem!"

"Darn, I’m this fierce and I’m only getting one shot??"

"Dude! You’re not satisfied with one shot?"

"It’s mainly because there are too many badasses in this server, one minute of PV just isn’t enough to share, let’s ask the planner—cough, to make the video a bit longer."

Watching their brothers cheering for victory, Midnight Chicken Killing and the others coming up, including Picheng Paratrooper, Bookworm, Ground Model, and the rest of the gang, slapped hands.

Before he could even catch his breath, Ground Model asked excitingly,

"How about it, brother? How many did you get?"

He too had participated in the wager on the forum, having bet a mere two hundred silver coins, certain that Brother Chicken would definitely break his previous record this time.

The prowess of Brother Killing Chicken was evident to all.

Even though this battle was an easy win, the remaining kills weren’t enough to split among the hundred-plus brothers, but this guy never commanded during a fight and charged faster than anyone else.

Breaking the record of sixteen kills was still hopeful!

Looking towards the corpses strewn about, Midnight Chicken Killing, having regained his senses, smiled naively and rubbed his helmet with the turned-off chainsaw.

"Just enough to break the record."

And he had also broken Junk King’s record.

This time, he was truly elated!

...

Iron Heart, outside the medical bay.

Standing outside in the corridor, Chu Guang’s gaze passed through a side porthole, looking down at the distant, gray-green haze.

Although he couldn’t see the situation on the ground from here, there were always players seriously wounded in battle who would choose to patch themselves up instead of dealing with the trouble.

Just now, he had already learned about the outcome of this battle in advance through the official forum, from posts made by those players.

Those players were his eyes.

They could see for him the places he couldn’t watch.

Frost, who usually appeared a bit dull, now approached him with a somber look on his face.

"Sorry... we did our best."

Chu Guang, with his back to him, let out a soft sigh.

"Don’t blame yourself... we’ve done all that we could."

After Yinyin got shot, the players stationed there immediately called for the Viper transport plane, and, accompanied by Chen Yutong, they took her onto the airship.

Although the young girl wasn’t a citizen of the Alliance, her recovery was the players’ wish, and Chu Guang also placed great importance on it. He immediately contacted the medical staff dispatched by The Enterprise faction to the ship to rescue her.

Sadly, she had already lost her heartbeat by the time she landed on the ship, and even an emergency replacement of bionic organs couldn’t save her life.

He wasn’t someone who liked to express anger with words, nor did he sympathize with the farmer who had brought it upon himself.

However, upon seeing that bloodless face, he couldn’t help but have Solar Eclipse activate the chip in her head, giving the guy hiding in the Holy Land a piece of his mind.

Frost stood silently facing Chu Guang’s back, unusually at a loss for words.

It still couldn’t comprehend what kind of plan required the sacrifice of tens of thousands of people to complete.

And when Chu Guang told it that this figure was only what they saw, and that countless more zeros could be added to the unseen numbers, it almost couldn’t believe his words.

Was this the conclusion humanity had reached after running out of ideas?

This was different from plain war.

Even if it couldn’t agree, at least it could understand what the Army was trying to do; but these guys were stubbornly doing something it couldn’t comprehend at all.

Frost felt lost for a moment.

Xiao Qi, sitting on Chu Guang’s shoulder, remained silent.

It could feel that its master wasn’t in a good mood, but didn’t know what to say, and could only stay quietly by his side.

Suddenly, the door to the medical bay swung open, and the unemotional Solar Eclipse walked out of the room.

Chu Guang looked towards it, about to inquire about the current situation, but Solar Eclipse, approaching them, spoke first.

"She’s dead."

Hearing its declaration of death, Chu Guang showed no surprise, merely sighing softly.

"I know."

Sadness was written all over Frost’s face.

Solar Eclipse continued to look at Chu Guang with an expressionless face, its pupils flickering slightly.

"But she’s still alive."

Frost: "?"

Xiao Qi: "??"

Chu Guang: "...?"

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