This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 618 Informal Update

Chapter 618: Chapter 618 Informal Update

"Wasteland OL" Official Website.

[Informal update: To address everyone’s lack of decent clothes since the beta version, Boss Xia, after nearly a year of dedicated development, has finally released a new, easy-to-produce power armor!

This power armor will not be limited in purchase—you can buy it as soon as you reach the "Apprentice Knight" Contribution Level!

We are now collecting code names for the armor, and welcome everyone to vote enthusiastically!

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[Attachment 1: Voting link]

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Tail: "giao! Power armor!!"

Mole on the run: "The thick steel shell, the streamlined armor surface, it’s like a steel giant! Especially the limbs’ design that combines strength and agility, it’s more like a champion in a boxing ring than the ’Champion’! Hiss—my DNA is stirring!!!"

Quit smoking: "Damn awesome!"

Night Ten: "With one sentence, you summed up Mole Old Brother’s brown-nosing, how can he keep showing off now. (Funny)"

Wild Wind: "(Wry smile)"

Elena: "I vote for ’Raven’ (Funny)."

Gnome King Riches: "Mark VI, right? Fast forward to the Horus Heresy, and the Manager goes on a killing spree. (Funny)"

Spring Water Commander: "Just call it ’Storm.’ That’s a nice name, hmm."

Edge Shoveling: "Screw off! Why not call it ’Death’?"

Mole on the run: "Cough, your bird name is too unlucky, better call it ’Skull.’"

Edge Shoveling: "??? And your bird name is lucky?"

Silver Daddy: "Everyone quiet down! Just everybody calm down! Hear me out! What about a compromise—how about ’Sterling’?"

Silver Sword: "Screw off! That name is too lame."

Silver Hand: "+1, lame name that not even a dog would take."

Silver Daddy: "Damn!"

Makabazi: "Hahaha!"

Tranquility: "? Was someone calling me just now?"

Si Si: "Um, seriously, how about ’Magma’?"

Tail: "!!! It sounds weird, why not just call it Bear.

Teng Teng: "...?"

Si Si: "Ah Wei, you’re really something, not even recovered and already run over again. (╯▽╰)"

Meat mountain big steamed bun: "What are you guys talking about, why can’t I understand a thing. QAQ"

Giggling Sesame Paste: "Ahaha...haha..."

Jiujiu loves pineapple: "Or we could still call it ’Can,’ it kind of looks like a metal can!"

Crow: "Now that you mention it, I suddenly think it looks oddly like a mushroom. 0.0"

Mosquito: "MMP! Cold shiver! This thing only has one more fusion core than what I designed, why does nobody look at me!! (Angry)"

Falling Feather: "Are you sure the only thing missing in your design is a fusion core??"

Bear nonsense: "I testify, it’s not missing that thing, it’s missing a Strength Type beast. (Funny)"

Makabazi: "Hahaha!"

...

In West State City, at the edge of Camp 101, there’s a heavily guarded factory.

Unlike other nearby facilities with a rich academic atmosphere, this factory not only has barbed wire all over the enclosing wall but also has surveillance covering every inch of soil leading to the central building without any blind spots.

However, in stark contrast to the strict security outside, the inside of the factory is quite casual, even sloppy.

A dozen abandoned containers are randomly placed over an area half the size of a soccer field, with rusty brackets and hooks hanging from the three-story ceiling.

There are occasional loud bangs and dazzling sparks.

This isn’t because the factory is assembling something, but because two heavily armed power armors, one with blue shoulder plates and the other with red, are fiercely exchanging fire.

Those thick steel shells, the streamlined armor surfaces, and the compact design that embodies both strength and speed!

These are precisely the new equipment from the "informal update"—

Codename "DLZJ-1"!

Outlaw Maniac: "Ohhhhh! Die!"

I’ll die first: "Da da da!!! Grass, you think you can kill me, you’re still too green!"

The tracer bullets from a rifle zip back and forth between covers, leaving thumb-sized bullet holes in the containers, yet only leaving fingernail-sized scratches on the chestplates of the power armors.

A regular 7mm rifle bullet, even if an entire magazine is emptied, would hardly break through the defenses of the power armor.

At least it would take 7mm full-power bullets or a continuous fire from a 12mm heavy machine gun to accumulate enough metal fatigue.

Yet, the two opposing sides could perfectly describe each other as evenly matched.

Optimistically speaking, each had their own tactics; pessimistically, it was like a fight between two scrubs.

Both sides sprayed thousands of bullets at each other, but unfortunately, since the turtle shell was indeed too thick, neither could do anything about the other.

In a way, although their performance in the battle lacked skill, it also indirectly reflected the superiority of the new equipment in terms of defensive capabilities.

Even soldiers wearing this type of power armor for the first time could rely on the full-range protection it provided to take a "shower" in a hail of bullets for an hour.

However, the experiment had been going on for a while, and the ammunition consumption had somewhat exceeded the budget, so the person in charge of testing the equipment soon ordered the entry into the final phase.

The [Supply Refresh] pop-up simultaneously appeared on the holographic goggles of both the red and blue teams, while at the same time several marked points refreshed on the tactical map.

Simultaneously, boxes labeled with weapon tags detached from the hooks and fell from the ceiling racks.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the person in charge of dying first immediately lunged for the nearest supply box, busting open the lock with a punch.

Looking at the large-caliber bomb gun lying inside the box, his face instantly lit up with ecstasy as he grabbed it in his hand.

"Hahaha! Little law, don’t blame daddy for being impolite, open your mouth and taste this thing!"

Seeing the equipment in his hands, the outlaw maniac holding the assault rifle was instantly shocked.

"Holy shit! Are you playing for real?!"

I responsible for dying first sneered as he pulled the trigger.

"Die!"

The muzzle spat out a long flame, and the shimmering tracer bullets darted about like frenzied pythons, scaring the outlaw maniac into hastily fleeing to the side.

The 19mm armor-piercing bullet left more than just an eye on the target, the sparks bursting forth like the molten iron on a forge, splattering all around.

I responsible for dying first relentlessly pulled the trigger until the entire magazine was empty, though regrettably, only one shot hit.

The outlaw maniac, hit in the chest, let out a pain-filled yell, but quickly found he was still alive.

The metal jet released by the armor-piercing bullet unhesitatingly pierced the first layer of armor, leaving a shattered hole in the breastplate.

However, when the metal jet surged through the gap into the second layer of armor, it almost completely lost its energy.

Though the explosive arrow bullet operates on the same principle as an armor-piercing bullet, it still couldn’t match the caliber of RPGs and recoilless gun armor-piercing bullets; the metal jet could only pierce the iron skin of armored vehicles and the chests of mutants. Against power armor, success depended on hitting the right spot.

The defensive capability of the breastplate, without a doubt, was the strongest!

The outlaw maniac was profoundly shocked by the set of equipment he was wearing and the fictional black technology fabricated by "Wasteland OL."

Good Lord.

This individual armor’s breastplate was actually made into spaced armor!

If this protective force were applied in reality, it would definitely be like a human-shaped Gundam!

Recovering from the impact of the armor-piercing bullet, the outlaw maniac, cursing profusely, got up from the ground and picked up a rocket launcher amidst the chaos from the supply box.

The streamlined tube was equipped with a sci-fi holographic sight, and he quickly heard a beep in his earpiece after completing the lock-on.

"Damn it! You’ve already brought out the bomb gun, don’t blame your brother for being ruthless!"

Seeing the thick rocket launcher, I responsible for dying first, who was changing his magazine, was instantly stunned.

"Holy shit! A dove-type missile? Wait—"

"Wait for nothing, die—!" the outlaw maniac snarled as he pulled the trigger.

White tail flames shot out, tracing a meteor-like trajectory in the narrow factory, this thing definitely didn’t move as slowly as the missiles in movies, and in an instant, it flew right up to I responsible for dying first.

If he had been of the agile system, he might have had a chance to dodge, but unfortunately, he was a constitution system player, with no other skills than being tough.

The explosion’s bright light immediately blinded his vision, and the hot blast wave easily blew him away, slamming him hard against a container several meters behind.

Simultaneous alarms rang in his ears and flashed before his eyes.

[Warning! Armor severely damaged! Power, internal circulation, health monitoring systems paralyzed, completely incapacitated from continuing combat.]

Seeing these red letters, I responsible for dying first, with blood leaking from his mouth, became frantic and cursed as he reached for the [Forced Eject] switch.

"Shut up! I can still fight!"

However, the switch was locked.

He simply couldn’t get out of the power armor.

The battlefield analysis program seemed to have completed the victory-loss judgment, considering him to have lost the ability to act, and then, another holographic pop-up window appeared on his tactical goggles.

[Match Over, Red Side Wins.]

[Victor ID: Outlaw Maniac]

The same text was also projected in front of the outlaw maniac.

Although there was not a single spectator around, he still jubilantly raised the soldier rocket launcher in his hand, emitting a victorious cheer.

"Ow ow ow!!"

At the same time, a series of pop-ups also appeared on his VM.

[Task Completed!]

[Reward: 50 silver coins, 50 contribution points.]

[Additional reward for the winning side: 50 silver coins.]

Seeing the rewards that had been credited to his account, Outlaw Maniac had a satisfied smile on his face, feeling wonderful inside.

This task was way too awesome!

Not only could he be the first to experience new equipment worth a million silver coins, but he could also engage in an "intense and thrilling" competition with his good brothers on the training field, and there were rewards in silver coins and contribution points!

Indeed.

Licking up to the Manager and brushing up the goodwill every now and then really had its benefits!

At the same time, in the observation area next to the factory, a group of engineers and technical staff were busy summarizing the test data.

A few engineers from Huge Rock Military Industry were standing together and talking in low voices.

"The armor’s protective performance is still very excellent... all its performances meet the lower standards of power armor."

"It’s just slightly lacking in mobility."

"It might be due to the absence of a Battlefield Guidance System... this requires higher individual soldier quality than wartime models like ’Dragon Cavalry’ and ’Champion’."

"The users showed emotional reactions during combat... this equipment might cause the users to become overly excited mentally."

"This can be included in the report, but further observation is necessary... after all, those guys also act the same when testing other weapons."

"Incredible... the Alliance actually has engineers who can design power armor?"

"I heard the designer is a resident of Giant Stone City."

"Impossible! I’ve never heard of such a person! Huge Rock Military Industry doesn’t even have a production line for power armor, let alone maintenance lines!"

"Anyway... this is truly astonishing."

Strictly speaking, Camp 101 actually didn’t have experts in "power armor," what they had ranged from "holographics" to "carbon-based chips" to "high sensitivity motors" and "composite armor" materials, among others.

These technologies, like pieces of a puzzle stored individually on hard disks that don’t move data around, form a brand new piece of equipment when combined.

In designing this set of armor, Xia Yan hadn’t actually invented new technologies; rather, she based it on her understanding of weapons and the battlefield environment of the Wasteland, as well as her learning of new knowledge, assembling these fragments like putting together a jigsaw puzzle.

The data she used included both information stored in Shelter 101 and technology recovered by scientific expeditions from the remains of evolutionary bodies gathered from players.

Weapon engineers from Huge Rock Military Industry marveled at the exquisite skill of the Alliance engineers, but in reality, this wasn’t the work of some miraculous individual; rather, it was the product of a comprehensive "Garbage Collection System" that covered everything from "technology recovery" to "technology categorization" to "technology reuse."

In this clearly defined system, the demands on an individual’s skills are minimal, and everyone’s job adds up to something small.

Though undeniably indispensable...

Seeing Xia Yan, who was nervously biting her fingernails with her right fist against her lips, Chu Guang couldn’t help but grin slightly, whispering an encouragement.

"Be confident, this is the fruit of your efforts."

Noticing his gaze, Xia Yan’s cheeks involuntarily reddened.

"The explosion resistance still needs some improvement... it was the same during the earlier tests, even though spaced armor was used, the effectiveness against armor-piercing bullets was still not ideal."

Chu Guang chuckled.

"Well, those were Dove-type Missiles, which are enough to take down tanks. If you could easily defend against those, Huge Rock Military Industry might as well go bankrupt on the spot."

"I know..." Xia Yan murmured, her eyes fixed squarely on the screen, murmuring to herself, "Maybe I’m just being greedy... I just feel a bit unwilling."

Seeing her stubborn expression, Chu Guang didn’t speak, but he felt somewhat sorry for her.

Indeed, this equipment had absorbed much of her effort, so much so that even Boss Xia, who was usually carefree, showed a rare anxiousness on her face.

However, after all, he wasn’t a professional, and he couldn’t help her with technical issues.

Just then, Chu Guang suddenly had an idea, recalling the "Type II Non-powered Armor" with an "explosive design" that Mosquito recently developed.

Seizing this moment of inspiration, he blurted out.

"...How about adding an active defense mechanism? Like reactive armor."

Hearing this, Xia Yan paused.

"Reactive armor?"

"Yes!"

Chu Guang, feeling a spark of enthusiasm, nodded and briefly introduced the concept of reactive armor to her.

"To put it simply, it involves detonating a combat section proactively when an enemy’s combat part approaches. Like... using infrared or electromagnetic waves to detect the approach of weapons like rockets and detonating the reactive modules attached to the outer shell of the armor, directionally releasing fragments to destroy it."

This defensive mode is common in modern tanks, second only to cost-effective slat armor, but it was quite rare in Human Alliance Army equipment.

The reason is simple; after entering the Prosperity Epoch, almost all military conflicts on Earth had essentially ended, and military conflicts beyond Earth were even less likely.

In that unique golden age, human civilization focused almost all its creativity and productivity on exploring the new era and new life. Weapons, which need to improve through attack and defense interactions, wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere without demand; naturally, research in this area also stagnated.

From ground-based power armor to space-faring starships, all were actually completed in a short period before the outbreak of the three-year war.

As both hypothetical enemies and actual combat targets, the colony rebels mainly relied on biotechnology, and there was naturally no need for the Human Alliance to equip their tanks and personal armor with an unnecessary "anti-Monroe effect" armor.

Thus, whether it was "Champion" or "Dragon Cavalry," their all-around armor mainly targeted conventional ammunition fired by light weaponry, poisons, gases, spikes, dense formations, and fangs of the Variants, and even their own nuclear weapons.

The protective power of this individual armor is unquestionably powerful, but it doesn’t fully adapt to the extreme chaos on the Wasteland, where "even a Looter might pull out a tactical nuclear bomb."

The corporations probably have the most say in this matter.

Although the Iron Fist Rocket Launcher equipped by the Army isn’t outstanding in power, it still poses a significant threat to the corporations’ power armor. Paired with low-cost Clone Troops, it even almost caused the lavish defense team of the Pioneer to meet their downfall.

To a large extent, this is because power armor is simply not designed to handle "outdated weapons" like armor-piercing bullets.

To address the war scenarios on the Wasteland, the Alliance needed to inject some new military concepts into the ancient power armor.

Of course, putting reactive armor on power armor was just a spontaneous idea from Chu Guang, primarily as a substitute for the portable Deflection Shield that couldn’t be produced under the circumstances. Whether it would actually work still needed rigorous experimental verification.

However, seeing the thoughtful expression on Xia Yan’s face, Chu Guang felt this design idea indeed had some merit.

"Hmm... I think it’s worth a try, but there’s no prior example of this design; I’m not sure if it will work."

Looking at Xia Yan, still hesitating and indecisive, Chu Guang smiled faintly, speaking patiently.

"Go ahead and try boldly. The problems we’re facing now are things people two centuries ago never imagined, you can’t expect to find all answers in the reference books."

"We need to recover wisdom from the old era’s remnants, but it shouldn’t be our only option. I suggest you get some inspiration from Goblin Technology in your spare time. That guy Mosquito, although a bit out-there in his thinking, does recognize issues and thinks about solving them."

"Alright, alright, I get it—I’ll give it a try later..." Xia Yan, no longer grappling with her indecision, stretched lazily.

Having said this, she had perked up again.

But for some reason, even though she’d rallied herself, she suddenly looked aside and muttered under her breath in disheartenment.

"You know, could you not speak to me like that... always in a patronizing tone, you’re not my dad."

Even though she didn’t dislike that gentle encouragement, even found it somewhat likable, every time he spoke, she felt treated like a child when she reflected on his words.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

She just wasn’t very pleased about it.

Seeing Xia Yan suddenly become petulant, Chu Guang immediately realized that his tone had been a bit too preaching.

Perhaps because the workplace and living space overlapped too much, he occasionally brought work attitude into personal life.

Doing so with someone he was close to wasn’t very appropriate.

However, not wanting to miss seeing Boss Xia show such an endearing side, Chu Guang couldn’t help but tease a bit.

"I had no idea you saw me that way."

"What, what nonsense are you spouting, nobody sees you that way!"

Her face turning red as a lantern, Xia Yan glared fiercely at him, baring her teeth as if she desperately wanted to bite him.

Chu Guang hadn’t expected a simple jest to elicit such a strong reaction from Boss Xia, his facial expression becoming somewhat weird.

He often called his close friends father and son in the group, mostly met with jokes like "I am your daddy!" Now, they took it even further by enthusiastically calling him "dad," making him uncomfortable about speaking up normally.

Generally, no one cared about jokes disconnected from reality unless it touched a nerve somehow.

This guy...

Could he have taken it seriously?

In order to divert the topic, Chu Guang cleared his throat lightly.

"...Right, have you thought of a name for this power armor?"

Xia Yan, realizing her reaction was odd too, coughed as well, swiftly steering the conversation away.

"Doesn’t it already have a serial number... that DLZJ-1?"

Chu Guang smiled and said.

"That’s a weapon code. During the Human Alliance Era, every piece of power armor had a more catchy codename; you should name your creation too?"

Although he had opened a poll on the official website, if the designer herself had a better idea, that would take precedence.

Xia Yan, scratching the back of her head with a somewhat pained expression, and like Chu Guang, lacked any talent in naming. After thinking hard for a long time and growing impatient, she said:

"It’s such a hassle, let’s just call it ’Dad.’"

Chu Guang: "..."

"Cough, I’m just kidding."

With her lips pursed and deep in thought, Xia Yan suddenly brightened up, turning toward Chu Guang with a joyous expression.

"I’ve got it!"

Seeing her smiling so broadly, Chu Guang felt rather uneasy, unable to resist a reminder.

"Don’t tell me you’re going to name it Mom, Grandpa, Grandma or something. Let’s keep it normal... Even if it doesn’t scare the enemy, it shouldn’t be a laughing stock."

If she indeed chose such a name, it would surely make enemies die laughing.

"What are you talking about? I’m seriously thinking about it; how could I choose such a jokey name?"

Xia Yan rolled her eyes, cleared her throat forcefully, and with a pleased curve to her lips, said earnestly,

"Let’s call it ’Xiaguang’!"

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