This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 643: The Ruined Sub-Entities

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: The Ruined Sub-Entities

"What needs to be discussed on Floor B7 that couldn’t wait? Didn’t I say I was super busy these days—what the fuck?!"

Refuge Shelter’s Floor B7.

The moment Yin Fang reluctantly stepped out of the elevator and into Floor B7, he was frozen in place, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

After a moment of stupor, he mechanically turned his neck, looking at Chu Guang, who was standing beside the terminal with a smile, and said in disbelief,

"...Is this the refuge shelter you manage?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Obviously, it is."

Seeing him nod nonchalantly, Yin Fang almost couldn’t help spitting out,

"Why didn’t you show it earlier?!"

Hearing this, Chu Guang’s expression became subtly nuanced.

I surely would have wanted to!

But what could I do if the First Generation Manager wouldn’t let me?

However, this explanation was too complicated, and given Yin Fang’s persistent nature, he might never stop asking questions. So, Chu Guang took a few seconds to come up with an excuse, clearing his throat and casually saying,

"...I forgot the password to this floor, just remembered it recently."

Yin Fang stared blankly at Chu Guang, as if wanting to write "You think I’d believe that?" on his face.

However, Chu Guang did not intend to elaborate further and directly changed the subject,

"Can you take a look at these devices and tell me what level they are equivalent to?"

Yin Fang took a deep breath, spending a full minute to calm his emotions, then continued,

"Let’s say this—if an ordinary Survivor Settlement got hold of this set of manufacturing equipment and wasn’t stupid enough to use it to peel apples for fun, they could be easily promoted from the early Industrial Age to the Information Age with no problem at all!"

Chu Guang felt a little disappointed.

"Just the Information Age?"

"...I’m talking about regular Survivor Settlements, but are we just a regular Survivor Settlement?"

Yin Fang looked at Chu Guang with incredulity, unable to resist continuing his rant.

"Not only do we have a vast industrial zone, we have a systematic scientific archaeology framework and hundreds of experts working around this system, plus a city-level fusion reactor! I haven’t even accounted for the one thousand cubic meters of nuclear fuel and the data in this database. Just the Information Age? Are you kidding me? We could even build a new Ideal City on this Wasteland—"

At that point, Yin Fang suddenly stopped, his gaze shifting from disappointed in Chu Guang to incredulous.

He muttered softly,

"Well, damn, it’s actually true..."

Chu Guang slightly furrowed his brow.

"True?"

"I remember you saying that you wanted to build a new Ideal City on these ruins. I thought you were joking..." Yin Fang swallowed, excitement twinkling in his eyes as he murmured dreamily, "You weren’t joking; you were serious!"

Watching Yin Fang babble on, Chu Guang’s formerly hesitant expression started to become more ambiguous.

So, it’s about that matter.

He seemed to remember saying something like that...

But honestly, that was just a metaphorical pie in the sky, maybe even improvised oratory fun that went too far. Moreover, when his people actually went to check out the so-called Ideal City, he was too embarrassed to keep bragging about it.

Even up until today, right before Yin Fang spoke those words, Chu Guang never actually expected that day to come.

But—

"When have I ever lied to you, my friend?" said Chu Guang, looking seriously at Yin Fang, who was still full of disbelief, "Just like you said, we have more than just a vast industrial zone, a bunch of excellent scientists, a gigantic reactor, and a pile of nuclear fuel and technical reserves that don’t need to be mentioned... The most critical part is that we have you."

"Me..." Yin Fang’s face turned crimson, his voice trembling with excitement.

"There’s no need to be modest. I believe that with your experience and ability, along with your knowledge of the Prosperity Epoch, you are far more aware of how to maximize the potential of these devices than I, the Manager of this shelter. I believe you can take us to see that era, not just cling to relics with nostalgia."

Looking at Yin Fang, whose face was now the color of liver due to his excitement, Chu Guang patted his shoulder with heartfelt significance, "I’m counting on you!"

Real World.

Bovine and Equine Herd.

Discussions about "Wasteland OL" Beta 0.6 version had spread from the forum to the small groups of players.

Compared to the nonsensical blabber of trollish netizens, veteran players who had been in the game since the early versions still preferred listening to Brother Fang Chang’s ramblings.

However, what was different this time was that, instead of the Child Entity Breeding System which set the forum on fire, Brother Fang Chang was more interested in a seemingly insignificant line in the update announcement.

"... Actually, I’m more curious about what exactly that B7 floor is, compared to the Child Entity Breeding System."

Night Ten: "I thought you would be more curious about which bug Ah Guang actually fixed. (smirk)"

Old White: "Haha, Ah Guang won’t tell you."

Fang Chang: "Seriously, I’m not joking with you guys."

Quit Smoking: "B7 floor? Wait, isn’t floor B6 the bottom floor of the shelter? (stunned)"

Fang Chang: "Sigh, you guys didn’t carefully read that announcement at all. The focus of the Beta 0.6 version update, apart from the Child Entity Breeding System, also includes a large quantity of ruins located in Qingquan City’s urban area, and then, as I mentioned, the B7 floor of the shelter."

As for Gaia Planet, Fang Chang automatically ignored it.

That pie in the sky, five light-years away, hardly had anything to do with the current version’s main storyline. Even if one truly went there, it’d probably just be a few textures put up for display.

As for being singled out in the update, the factor of doing it for the lulz likely outweighed practical reasons.

He knew Ah Guang too well!

The B7 floor of the shelter was different, though.

The shelter, which had existed since the game launched, always had its floor unlock progress closely linked to the development of the Alliance!

Even every new floor’s unlock would significantly change the whole game’s playstyle.

He had reasons to believe this time would be the same.

However, what was thought-provoking was that although the update mentioned the unlocking of a new floor, when he logged on and tried every available elevator in the shelter, he found no entrance to the new floor.

How strange!

Seeing Fang Chang acting mysterious and not spilling the beans, Night Ten, whose curiosity was piqued, couldn’t help but ask.

"So what do you think this B7 floor will be? (curious)"

Fang Chang: "Skipping the yet-to-be-unlocked B5 floor, B6 is a biological laboratory. I have reasons to suspect that the B7 floor should be a physics or engineering laboratory, or at least a facility related to those fields!"

Wild Wind: "A physics laboratory huh... I feel like having a collider or something in the shelter doesn’t seem very meaningful, and the research of theoretical science also has too low a cost-performance ratio for the special circumstances over the wasteland."

Fang Chang: "I share your view. Moreover, from the perspective of the game, a physics laboratory would hardly have a direct impact on player experience. Therefore, I can make a bold guess that the B7 floor is likely a laboratory or production facility related to engineering, especially machinery manufacturing!"

Tomato Scrambled Eggs: "You’re talking too high-level for me, my head hurts. Just tell us directly what impact it will have on gameplay. (bitter smile)"

Quit Smoking: "+1"

Fang Chang: "Do you remember those high-tech equipment we got from previous version draws?"

WC Full of Mosquitos: "Hiss, wait, I think I got what you mean! Are you suggesting... that those pieces of equipment were actually produced on the B7 floor?! (excited)"

Fang Chang: "Exactly, and there’s a very likely possibility of that! Unless something unexpected happens, from Beta 0.6 onward, the previously draw-exclusive god equipment will gradually start to lose their priority and become available for middle-class players to purchase in limited quantities, or even outright downgrade to whiteboard equipment in NPC shops."

Night Ten: "What the fuck?!"

Old White: "For real? (surprised)"

Spare people under the knife: "6666!"

Pick up trash 99 level: "Hahahahaha, Brother Guang is awesome! Finally shaving down you guys a notch, what a satisfying cut! (dying of laughter)"

Night Ten: "Cut it out, what’s there for you to be excited about? Even if high-end equipment becomes cheaper, you Intelligence System player with less than five intelligence still can’t use them! Plus, if my Gauss Rifle becomes as common as muck, even noobs will have one each, and you, a fella who can only scratch with your paws, would look even more pathetic. It’s really you who’s been shaved down."

Pick up trash 99 level: "What the fuck?!"

Spare people under the knife: "Turns out I’m the clown. (smirk)"

Brother Fang Chang’s version predictions garnered a variety of reactions from the group members.

Some were gleeful at the misfortune of others, others were shouting ’what the fuck’ as their assets shrank, there were those who were just watching the show, and others who were indifferent.

Fang Chang himself was quite relaxed about it.

He was well aware that for any game, as versions change, god equipment turning into whiteboard was just a matter of time.

Especially during the closed beta phase, compared to the gaming experience of the few closed beta players, the operator usually had a more important task—to develop the game’s systems as fully as possible.

Caring only about the gaming experience of a few players was unrealistic.

Fang Chang: "Actually, looking at it another way, this might not be such a bad thing. In previous versions, the ceiling of combat capabilities was either the equipment provided by the shelter or those seized from other Survivor Forces. It’s enough to bully the natives with, but objectively speaking, there’s still a significant gap compared to old established Survivor Forces."

"Previous godly gear has become common goods, but I think there’s still reason to look forward to the new godly gear appearing. (jokingly)"

...

The B7 Floor of the shelter has not yet been opened to players, and Fang Chang’s speculation about the Beta 0.6 version is just a guess.

However, many attentive players have noticed that NPC shops are quietly expanding their inventory.

The most typical example is probably the Hummingbird drone.

Previously unavailable for purchase, it can now be bought on the official website, with a Contribution Level of Citizen, each person is limited to one, and priced at only ten thousand silver coins, which is equivalent to the price of a set of Type Five "Light Cavalry" exoskeleton.

Compared to the Alliance’s self-developed Y-series drones, the Hummingbird drone offers a superior vantage point, more agile maneuverability, and stronger concealment capabilities, similar to a mini satellite weaving through the ruins.

Of course, to protect the privacy of other players, privately owned drones of this model are forbidden to fly within safe zones above five meters off the ground and can only be used as following cameras.

In addition to that, the Manager’s Nitrogen-Powered Hammer is now also available for purchase at NPC shops!

But this hammer isn’t cheap, with its complex and elaborate manufacturing process, it’s said to go for two hundred thousand silver coins a piece, almost the same price as a Gauss Rifle!

Yes, now even the pre-war model 20th "Stinger" Gauss Rifles are available at NPC shops! Also, often carried around by the Manager himself!

This piece of tech is even more advanced than the 15th model "Python" Gauss Rifle that Night Ten can’t put down. It not only adopts a special barrel-less design but can also fire any nails or metal fragments picked up at will!

If the idea of needing power armor to wield a hammer might make some hesitate, the 20th "Stinger" was nearly sold out the moment it hit the NPC shops, with hundreds sold!

Just this one piece of equipment brought in twenty million silver coins for the Alliance in one day, and Chu Guang couldn’t close his smiling mouth, hurrying to get Xiao Qi to arrange a new batch of production orders to restock the shelves.

Although the situation of limited-edition gear turning into whiteboard equipment predicted by Fang Chang has not yet occurred, the phasing out of old godly gear to whiteboard with the rolling of versions seems to have quietly commenced...

...

On the other hand, in the eastern ecological protection zone of Qingquan City.

A starving mutated hyena was crouching in the shadows of the jungle, greedily eyeing an Eater shaking its head not far away.

Although for non-Constitution type players, Eaters are inedible, this common knowledge obviously doesn’t apply to scavengers like mutated hyenas, cockroaches, and vultures.

Especially just after winter has passed and most Variants are starving, even if mucosal entities aren’t tasty, they still have to consider filling their bellies.

Making sure there were no threats, the hyena let out a low growl and, like an arrow released from its bow, pounced on the Eater.

But at that moment, something unforgettable happened in the hyena’s life.

The usually dull and brainless Eater suddenly twisted its neck, gave the advancing hyena a strange smile, and then kicked it hard.

Caught off-guard by the unexpectedly agile maneuver, the mutated hyena got a solid kick to the stomach and with a whimper, rolled on the ground.

What happened next was even more unbelievable for it, the normally dull Eater somehow pulled out a handgun!

Seeing a human weapon in the hands of an Eater scared the mutated hyena so much that it got up and ran despite being starved.

The Eater, holding the handgun, lifted its arm, resembling a stick of reeds, and shakily aimed at the fleeing hyena, firing a shot with a "bang!"

Unfortunately, the bullet missed.

It whizzed past the fleeing mutated hyena, burrowing into the thick bushes and vanishing from the Eater’s view.

The Eater, seemingly persistent, followed the direction where the hyena disappeared and fired a few more shots, emptying the handgun’s magazine.

Sadly, the Eater’s strength was just too weak, probably between 2 to 3, and the subsequent shots nearly flew up to heaven.

As the prey disappeared without a trace, the Eater once again stood still, dumb and motionless.

From the other side of the bushes, three players stood up cursing, patting the mud off their pants, shaking off leaves and grass from their clothes.

"MMP! This thing’s too damn stupid!" Silver Daddy walked up, snatched the handgun from the Eater’s grasp, and tucked it away on himself.

Guess it’s okay to use it as cannon fodder for training, but to expect this thing to hold the line on its own, that’s a bit of a pipe dream.

Maybe should buy something more expensive?

He couldn’t help but consider perhaps trying out a Crawler or a Tyrant.

Silver Sword looked at him with a face full of mockery.

"Is there any chance that you’re just too weak?"

Silver Daddy wasn’t happy to hear that.

"Joke’s on you! Could I possibly miss at such close range? Get yourself a biological prosthetic and you’ll know, this thing is not easy to operate."

Silver Shield sighed and weighed in on the conversation.

"The main issue is the low Intelligence. I’ve heard that some newly Awakened Intelligence types can control these things, charging forward with rifles in hand."

At this point, he shook his head helplessly.

"Dammit, you bunch of morons! Everyone just had to fight over the Strength System when choosing their Sequence, and now look, you’ve all pretty much become underdogs."

Silver Sword couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding me? Who was it that chickened out?"

Hearing this, Silver Shield’s expression suddenly became a bit awkward.

He had just remembered that the one who had chickened out was probably himself...

Sensing the atmosphere getting a bit stiff, Silver Daddy cleared his throat and said,

"Alright, alright, cut the squabbling. That’s all ancient history. For my sake, let’s drop it. If it really comes down to it, we can always ascend through the Mechanical path just the same—"

Silver Sword: "Get lost! Who’s your daddy—phfft, I am your daddy!"

Silver Shield: "$%#@!"

The commotion of the Silver Corps was just a minor episode in the conservation area.

Judging from the forum feedback posts about the Beta 0.6 update, the majority of players who adopted sub-entities had a pretty decent gaming experience.

Especially the Intelligence System players who reached Sequence Level LV20—even LV30, the Beta 0.6 update practically liberated their hands!

Take Debt Giant Eye, for instance.

Upon learning that he couldn’t buy the desired red-eyed, white-haired succubus, he generously dug out ten thousand silver coins to buy one hundred and twenty Eaters, equipping each one with an iron pipe rifle sold by weight.

Although the Eaters’ intelligence was too low to aim properly, what they lacked in accuracy, they made up for in quantity!

Not only that, he also bought a sturdy chair, tied it to two steel bars to fashion a palanquin, and had four Eaters carry him around.

Leading this grand procession of Eaters, he searched around the eastern suburbs for a while and finally stumbled upon an unlucky mutated gray bear.

Big Eyes, without a second thought, immediately had his Eaters line up, aiming their iron pipe rifles at the bear.

"Fire!" Debt Giant Eye bellowed excitedly.

The gray bear, which had been pressing a Hyena that it had caught from who knows where, hadn’t figured out what was going on with these Eaters, when it saw a burst of muzzle flashes and was soon riddled with 7mm rifle bullets along with the Hyena.

Looking at the mutated gray bear covered in bloody holes and thudding to the ground, Debt Giant Eye let out an inflated, bizarre laugh.

"Hahahaha, man, I’m like an entire army!"

The construction site boy, Bricks, stood by, and despite his envy, he couldn’t help but let out a snide remark.

"Give it a rest, buddy. Your ragtag bunch wouldn’t stand a chance against a dump truck."

He was a Strength Type.

Though he barely managed to scrape together 10 points of Intelligence, after seeing the harrowing forum posts from other Strength Type players, he eventually gave up on the idea of becoming a Summoner.

Seeing that guy’s sour grapes, Debt Giant Eye laughed casually.

"Pssh, what do you know, dumbass. You think I’d just stand there and be a target? Minions, show your skills. Let’s open this unsophisticated bumpkin’s eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, Debt Giant Eye closed his eyes, his furrowed brows tight like he was constipated.

With a direct mental link established, the Eaters standing in line swiftly stacked up into a human tower under his direct control, just like acrobats.

The construction site boy, Bricks, was shocked.

Holy moly!

Ah San?!

Watching the Eaters play with their tricks not too far away, Edge Shoveling’s expression was a bit complicated as he glanced at Brother Mole beside him.

"...I’ve got this feeling that Ah Guang is using us to train AIs."

Canyon Runaway Mole chuckled.

"Sounds exactly like something Ah Guang would do."

But so what?

It’s a game.

If it’s fun, that’s all that matters!

In just that brief moment, he came up with at least ten awesome maneuvers that could be pulled off with these sub-entities.

Unfortunately, the Tide had just ended, and the Alliance was entering a period of growth; considering the gaming experience of players with livelihood professions, there likely wouldn’t be any large-scale wars for a while.

Those fantastical ideas would have to wait for the next content update...

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