This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 692: Grateful for the Ancestors’ Gift?

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Grateful for the Ancestors’ Gift?

Under the rolling waves, a group of blue-skinned mutants with fish scales roared past with the ocean current, appearing like a surging blue mudslide beneath the surface of the water.

They used piercing screams to intimidate the Variants trying to approach and used harpoons to carve a path forward, heading west along the coastline and then south.

Guided by the will of their ancestors, they had drifted for an entire week, resting only a few times along the way. When hungry, they would catch some fish, shellfish, or seaweed to stave off hunger, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake, like locusts passing through.

Yet even with their stomachs growling with hunger, their morale had not decreased at all; the fire of battle in their pupils seemed to surge even higher.

Temporary hunger was merely to make room for the feast that was about to begin; they would soon gorge themselves on the bounty granted by their ancestors and revel in the cries and wails of their prey.

As they neared their destination, the leading mutant suddenly straightened up, pushing against the current and halting their forward motion.

"Crack—!"

The blue-skinned mutants following him dispersed, standing by the thousands on the rugged seabed, like a forest of ghostly seaweed.

"Ship!"

It opened its mouth and let out a shrill, piercing scream, then looked ahead, and uncertainly glanced at the direction of the coastline on the right.

The human village predicted by the priests lay to their northwest, yet a couple of kilometers directly to the west, two cargo ships were heading straight towards them.

It puffed out its chest and took a deep breath of the cold seawater, bubbles streaming from its gills.

It seemed to have caught a scent; its eyes gradually lit up with a bloodthirsty glow.

"Humans!"

"Livestock!"

"So many!!!"

Soon, not just one, but thousands of cloudy pupils reflected that bloodthirsty glint and desire for slaughter.

It seemed to feel that boiling desire for slaughter in its veins; it tore open its throat and emitted a shrill, piercing scream.

"Sink them!"

That hoarse scream served as a horn for the attack, met with cheers and cries like the crushing of shells.

"Crack, crack—!"

The thousands of blue-skinned mutants, like wild seahorses unleashed, surged forward even faster.

The mutants bearing torpedoes broke from the formation first, planting the barrel-sized devices firmly at the bottom of the seabed, then pulled out the fuses.

A stream of dense bubbles floated upward, and the blue-skinned mutant covered its ears and kicked away from the poised torpedo.

Accompanied by a muted "thump," a thick column of white bubbles shot diagonally toward the surface, carrying the huge torpedo directly towards the foremost cargo ship.

These civilian cargo ships lacked professional underwater sonar, and the people on board were completely unaware of the underwater attack and were squarely hit without any-warning.

The shockwave from the explosion momentarily halted the forward momentum of the entire cargo ship. As the milky-white bubbles dispersed, an inwardly dented breach appeared on one side of the bow, even tossing several unlucky humans into the water.

Watching the slowly capsizing cargo ship, the throng of blue-skinned mutants let out excited screams, striking turtle shell shields or nearby rocks with their weapons, like a group of wild men banging cutlery in anticipation of a meal.

And as they had hoped, as the cargo ship gradually tilted, more and more crew members dove into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The massive number, however, completely surprised all the mutants present.

Usually, sinking a ship yielded at most twenty or thirty prey.

Now, just one cargo ship had dropped over a hundred, and the number was still increasing.

The mutants were as if they had seen heaven, green lights flashing from their cloudy pupils.

Praise the ancestors!!

Before they could thank the ancestors for their generosity, the leading blue-skinned mutant expelled the bubbles from its mouth and let out an excited shriek, then brandished its harpoon and charged forward.

"Kill!!"

Under its lead, the mutants lurking on the seabed forcefully kicked out their legs and, wielding their weapons, charged towards the drenched chickens who had fallen into the water.

Like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep!

"Kill!!!"

Before the Imperial soldiers floating on the surface choking on water even realized what was happening, they were pierced through the chest by one harpoon after another.

The sea was stained red with blood, a ghastly and ferocious sight.

Screams and wails rose and fell with the waves, like a living hell on earth.

In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred people were dead! The rest, clueless about what had happened, could only desperately dog-paddle towards the shore.

Clearly, for the Imperial soldiers who had ventured outside of Poluo Province for the first time, these blue-skinned creatures were perhaps too "advanced" for them.

And for the feasting mutants, it was the same.

This uniquely flavored human cuisine was also a bit special, different from what they had eaten before.

But it didn’t matter.

For them who had been hungry for a week, there was no difference; they just wanted to indulge in this feast of death and slaughter!

The Imperial soldiers of West Winds who hadn’t yet jumped from the ship now clearly saw what was swimming in the water, their faces marked with terror.

Their blue skin resembled the coats worn by the residents of the refuge.

They were neither human nor fish, waving harpoons, clubs, and even fishing nets, emitting sharp and piercing cries and laughs as they swiftly harvested one life after another from the water.

In just a few breaths, corpses floated everywhere on the sea, each wave that slapped the ship’s hull painted a shocking crimson.

What was even more terrifying was that those creatures seemed unsatisfied with simply executing their opponents.

They sometimes pulled the soldiers from the water, and without letting them catch a breath, they shoved them back in, tormenting their prey until they were utterly exhausted, barely clinging to life, no longer struggling. Only then would they slit their throats and feast on their flesh and blood.

Listening to the soldiers’ wails in the water, those squeezed by the ship’s rail who hadn’t had the chance to jump were turning ghostly pale, their eyes filled with fear and a despair of not knowing what to do.

They either shouted at the people in the water, trying to pull them onto the sinking cargo ship, or they raised their rifles, firing at the surging waves and throwing grenades into the water.

However, unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain and had no effect at all...

Just as Mogavi was frantic like an ant on a hot pan, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Centurion Di Rang and a few of his guards were dragging a kayak and hurriedly rushing out of the cabin.

Taking advantage of the mutants still feasting in the sea and too busy to notice them, they threw the kayak into the sea without a second word and paddled with all their might toward the shore.

Seeing a chance at survival, Mogavi hurriedly rushed into the cabin and indeed found several spare rubber dinghies and wooden boats lying in a corner.

Knowing his own strength was insufficient, he didn’t immediately drag out these survival tools. Instead, he had a brainwave and ran back to the deck, shouting at those who hadn’t entered the water because they couldn’t swim.

"There are lifeboats in the cabin!"

"Quick, drag them out!"

Hearing his call, everyone hastily surged forward to grab those lifelines, while he managed to sneak onto one of them, barely escaping before the cargo ship was completely submerged.

The sea was in total chaos, with piteous wails and desperate struggles erupting intermittently.

Watching the small boats and even bathtubs passing overhead, the soldiers in the water desperately reached out, trying to grab onto something.

However, these mere dozen or so "small boats" were already packed to the brim, with no room for nearly a thousand people in the water.

Some kind-hearted individuals, seeing familiar faces, ultimately couldn’t bear to harm their compatriots and allowed them to cling to the ship’s sides, as long as they didn’t attempt to climb aboard.

Yet, some ruthlessly indifferent individuals, seeing their speed towards the shore impeded, greeted everyone with butts of guns, bayonets, and even the soles of their boots, all to rid themselves of these burdensome figures and make it ashore faster so that they might survive.

Witnessing this hell on earth, Mogavi watched with terror, curling up in the small boat, fearing these ruthless individuals might throw him out to replace him with one of the drowning compatriots.

However, to his surprise, these ferocious individuals did not do so.

Perhaps because those standing by his side these days were all significant figures, the low-ranking members of the Wolf Tribe also "loved the house and its crows," instinctively treating him, a foreigner brought here against his will, as some important figure.

In any case, it was thanks to their disregard that he was able to leave that bloody and deadly area unharmed, finally grounding ashore alongside the small boats.

Using all his strength to climb out of the boat, he rolled and crawled forward for several meters, then with a roll, he lay on his back on the muddy sand, breathing deeply the fresh air, his mud-caked face filled with lingering fears.

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice nearby and immediately turned to look.

He saw a man, soaked through, leaning on a Ripper Rifle, his shoulder bearing a horrific wound, limping toward the shore.

It was Singer, the guard under Captain Archim, who had also been one of the first to heed the Centurion’s order to abandon ship and jump into the sea.

He couldn’t believe he was still alive!

A hint of surprise appeared on Mogavi’s face.

Especially when he heard the first words from the guy after getting ashore, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

"Damn it, those Blue Ground Squirrels tricked us!" Singer spat out blood-tinged saliva on the beach, cursing through gritted teeth.

These dishonorable creatures!

It turned out that those Blue Ground Squirrels, who seemed simple on the surface, had seen through the Empire’s plan; they were sly and cunning behind the scenes!

But that’s alright...

Since those blue devils’ power was tied up at sea, the shore’s defenses must be vulnerable, and the land happened to be West Winds Empire’s home ground.

As long as he could regroup the forces that had escaped to the shore, even if it was just one or two squads of a hundred, they would definitely fulfill their mission and take over Potato Harbor!

Seeing the guy with a twisted mind approaching, Mogavi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, but before two seconds passed, he was yanked up by the collar from the ground.

"Get up! I know you’re not dead!"

Mogavi opened his eyes trembling, not fully awake yet, and saw a face distorted like a demon’s.

"Sir..."

Singer stared at him with a ferocious expression, forcing words through his clenched teeth.

"Take me to the Alliance’s camp! Immediately!"

Mogavi’s mouth hung open as he glanced at the soldiers sprawled on the beach like dead dogs and looked again at the man gripping his collar, about to ask him "Are you freaking insane?", but because his mouth was too wide open, his jaw dislocated, making him unable to speak.

Fortunately, he didn’t need to speak.

Less than two seconds after Singer had finished speaking, a gunshot sounded from the distant forest.

It was the sound of a Ripper Rifle!

At the same moment the gunshot rang out, gunshots rained down like a downpour, resonating through the beach and forest, and fierce combat was about to erupt!

Singer immediately let go, threw Mogavi, who had just sat up halfway, back onto the ground, chambered his rifle, and roared at the soldiers struggling to rise from the beach.

"Prepare for combat!"

...

Time went back half an hour earlier.

On the beachhead fortifications in the northwest of Potato Harbor, it was pitch-black and silent.

If one didn’t look closely, they probably wouldn’t see the helmets hidden behind sandbags and trenches, or the gun barrels hidden under camouflage nets.

There were originally about fifty people guarding the position, and after several changes of shift, there were still about thirty left by evening.

Lying next to a fixed-type "Whirlwind" grenade launcher, a player in an exoskeleton couldn’t help but yawn and muttered softly.

"Damn, did those mutants go to the Antarctic or what?"

"Why haven’t we seen a shadow for so long?"

"""

It was already 8 PM in the game, yet it was time to get up and have breakfast in reality.

Another player squatting beside made a helpless face.

"Who knows if it’s mutants coming up next, we might just get a few crabs."

Hearing there were crabs to eat, the man who was yawning perked up and swallowed, saying,

"That’s not bad, just in time for a meal."

"Pfft—"

The player next to him, who had been silent, almost burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking.

Seeing the discipline of these newbies getting more and more lax, the squad leader, who had been watching the beach, could not stand it any longer and slapped the back of the head of the one holding back laughter.

"Keep it the hell down! You laugh like a damn fool turtle. You want everyone to know we’re here?"

What if those guys hear us and decide to come ashore?

How was he going to score kills then!

The player who got slapped on the helmet giggled sheepishly, and everyone else, feeling embarrassed, quieted down and refocused on their respective lookout spots.

At that moment, from a dugout nearby, a head topped with a pile of grass peeked out.

Vaguely hearing someone shouting his name, that player looked over in confusion.

"Captain, did you call me?"

Squad leader: "..."

This time, not only the one with the low sense for jokes, but all the newbies began shaking with suppressed laughter.

The joker went so far as to bump his head on a sandbag and simply logged out to continue laughing.

Seeing the head poking around, the squad leader was about to scold him when a serious voice came through the communication channel.

"Position 4, what’s the situation over there?"

Hearing the inquiry from his superiors, the squad leader instantly straightened up, glared at the shrinking pile of grass, and quickly lowered his voice to report.

"Reporting, no situation at present!"

Killer Dagger: "... Received, continue to stay alert. We’ll be changing shifts in a few minutes. Hang in there, brothers."

The squad leader awkwardly responded.

"Yes."

There weren’t many veteran players at Potato Harbor, mostly players between levels 10 and 20, with some even newbies a bit over level 10 trying their luck. A bit of silliness from them was normal.

The atmosphere in Wasteland OL was usually quite good, and most veteran players were tolerant towards newbies, as they had all been there themselves.

Silence was restored to the position, starkly contrasting with the nearby surge of tides.

Yet, staring at that peacefully undulating expanse of water, Fang Chang holding the binoculars could not help but frown, worry written all over his face.

It had been two hours since nightfall.

Did they really have to wait until the afternoon?

Or was the so-called attack just him overthinking?

"... Maybe they’re not coming after all."

Just as Fang Chang began to wonder, suddenly a voice cluttered with sesame paste noise burst through the communication channel.

"... This is the scouting team, we’ve heard gunfire, coming from the sea to our southwest."

"Gunfire?"

Hearing that report, Fang Chang felt a surge of excitement and immediately opened the VM map.

Yet, when he saw that blinking green dot on the west side of the camp, he was slightly stunned.

Even further west?

How far off could it be?

In that brief moment of his distraction, another communication request popped up on the VM screen, this time from Captain Chen Jianhong of the Dolphin.

Instructing Sesame Paste to stand by nearby, Fang Chang immediately hit the receive button, and Captain Chen’s voice soon came through.

"... Our sensors detected two consecutive explosions near your maritime area. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed them, but have you encountered any trouble?"

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Explosions? We haven’t seen anything here, but someone did hear gunfire. Can you pin down the approximate direction of the explosions?"

Chen Jianhong: "To the east of us, and to your... uh, about five kilometers west. I’ll send you the coordinates."

Fang Chang: "Received, continue to maintain radio silence. Contact us only if absolutely necessary."

Chen Jianhong: "Understood."

After hanging up, Fang Chang switched back to the VM map and quickly saw the coordinates sent over by the Dolphin.

It even included the estimated yield of the explosions.

Those blinking question marks were near Potato Harbor, about five kilometers to the west, almost clinging to the north coast of the strait, causing Fang Chang to pause again.

Good grief.

Were these mutants planning to play tactics with him?

"""

However, going west wasn’t of any use...

The Burning Corps and Jungle Corps were stationed on the highlands to the northwest of the camp, surrounded by open vistas perfect for sniping, and with the help of the Agile and Perception-type players for scouting and marking, a few machine guns and mortars could pin those beasts down on the beach. There was a bit more hope of approaching openly from the southern docks.

Although, just a bit.

Just then, the Kill Dagger, who had just rotated with the allied forces, was heading this way.

Before the guy could even speak, Fang Chang immediately looked at him and said,

"Kill Dagger, take some people and check out the west."

The Kill Dagger paused, pushing back his belly full of questions about whether those mutants were still coming or not, and looked at him confused.

"West? Where?"

"About five kilometers west, there was an explosion. I’ve updated the approximate coordinates on your map, just follow the coastline westward."

While speaking, Fang Chang pointed at the screen with his index finger, having just finished editing the mission path.

Seeing Brother Fang Chang’s serious expression, Kill Dagger was suddenly spurred into action, his boredom wiped away.

"Got it!"

He responded and without another word, hurriedly gathered the recently dispersed teammates and organized the team of over thirty people again.

"Brothers, we’ve got work! Follow your dad to the west, let’s show you the world!"

Hearing there was work, the previously listless crowd suddenly became excited, grabbed their weapons, and followed the Level 30 bigshot. As they walked out of the position, they started chattering and asking questions.

"Boss! Who’s the enemy?"

"Is it the mutants?"

"I heard it’s the blue-skinned ones!"

"Are the drops valuable?"

Seeing these rookies who hadn’t seen the world, Kill Dagger chuckled.

Ironically, he hadn’t either.

But no matter, they were about to meet them.

"Cut the crap, we had two explosions five kilometers directly west of our position. Whatever comes our way, we’ll make those idiots regret messing with us!"

Running along the edge of the rainforest the whole way, they finally reached the coordinates and immediately spotted a group of figures clumsily climbing ashore on the beach.

Seeing the soaked figures in the distance, Kill Dagger didn’t even need to ask; he guessed what had happened.

These guys must have been passing through the strait and coincidentally ran into the mutants looking for trouble.

These guys really had ridiculously bad luck!

However, decency prevailed, and Kill Dagger kept himself from laughing, shouting towards the nearby beach.

"Hey, folks ahead! Get away from the shore, we’re here to rescue you!"

Scrambling onto the shore, Di Rang immediately went on alert, his gaze shooting towards the nearby jungle as he raised his rifle.

"Who!"

Kill Dagger shouted again, "We’re from the Alliance!"

Alliance!?

Hearing this, Centurion Di Rang’s face changed drastically. He shouted while simultaneously disengaging his rifle’s safety.

"It’s the Alliance!"

"Prepare for battle!"

The guard beside him reacted even faster, firing a shot into the dark, murky forest, then covering his superior as they moved to nearby cover.

Startled by the "bang" of the gunshot, Kill Dagger saw the bullets flying towards them and thought these guys had accidentally misfired. He quickly shouted,

"Damn it, we’re humans, it’s the mutants messing with you, not us, watch it—turn off the safety—"

But those people weren’t listening to him.

His words hadn’t finished when another gunshot rang out, this time the bullet following his voice and hitting the trunk next to him.

As if given the command, the beach erupted with gunshots.

The forty to fifty people who had rushed ashore opened fire while quickly spreading out to the sides.

They either dove on the spot to dig foxholes or rolled behind rocks for cover, not caring about their disheveled appearances, and positioned themselves to start suppressing fire towards the gamers in the woods.

The variety of gunfire included shots from Ripper Rifles, the army-standard "Blade" assault rifles, and PU-9 submachine guns.

This time Kill Dagger saw clearly that these folks hadn’t misfired; they meant to cause trouble.

More and more stranded soldiers swam ashore or landed in lifeboats, scrambling onto the beach like an amphibious landing, not even bothering to brush the mud off their trousers, just wildly shooting towards the shore.

Originally ready to lend a hand, Kill Dagger immediately got furious, not caring about any misunderstanding.

These guys, each armed with a rifle and an ammo bag on their back, and uniformly carrying an engineer shovel, claiming they were just passing by would be far too far-fetched.

They were obviously not good people!

Seeing more and more people coming ashore, probably a couple hundred now, Kill Dagger shouted at the thirty-something brothers behind him.

"Damn it!"

"These assholes not only don’t appreciate us, but they also dare to open fire on us!"

"Beat the hell out of them!"

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