This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 327.2: A Toast To The Alliance's Victory!

Starting half a month ago, she rarely saw the administrator sitting in the library. Occasionally, documents or recovered books were delivered from the Traveling Merchants Association, but they were always received by that bin-like little robot.

Later, she learned from her colleagues that the administrator had gone to the front lines.

Despite the continuous good news from the front, it was still very dangerous there; she heard that even the commander of the marauders named Dillon was killed by stray bullets.

She really hoped that he would be safe...

As the young girl took out her wallet, the old man's eyes were about to crease with a smile. However, just at that moment, a fair-skinned arm extended from the side.

"Hey... You don't actually believe this, do you?" Frost River looked at her little sister in amazement as she had even taken out her wallet. "Writing a name can ensure someone’s safety? There's no such thing."

In the face of her sister's surprised gaze, Frost Snow blushed and said in a low voice. "Anyway, it's just 2 silver coins..."

"This young lady, be careful with your words," Seeing that his dinner was about to fly away, the old man frowned disapprovingly at the woman who had disrupted his business, his expression unfriendly. "As the saying goes, it's better to believe it exists than not. If something unexpected happens, don't blame me for not warning you."

Seeing the old man actually threatening her, Frost River looked at him with a smile.

"Don't try to pull that on me. Our administrator has said that the warriors of materialism don't worship spirits. It's much better to use the money to support the people."

After saying that, she ignored the old man, who was glaring at her, and looked at her sister.

"If you have someone special at the frontlines, instead of praying for their safety here, it's better to wait for them to return victorious and buy them a bouquet of flowers."

Frost Snow's face turned red, not because of her sister's words, but because more and more people were gathering around them.

She was starting to feel embarrassed.

She reached out and tugged at her sister's sleeve and whispered, "Alright, alright, I know it's useless to do this, you don't need to argue with them... I won't buy it."

After saying that, she pulled her sister's sleeve and hurriedly slipped out of the crowd, stopping only at the other end of the market.

Stopping her steps, Frost Snow hadn't had time to catch her breath, but her sister, who was following her, eagerly poked her waist.

"Tell me honestly, whose name were you planning to write? Let me see which lucky guy it is."

With a flushed face, Frost Snow hesitated for a moment but, unable to resist her sister's repeated questioning, she whispered softly, "... If I tell you, you can't make fun of me."

With a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, Frost River, who had just said that she didn’t believe in spirits raised 3 fingers and swore. "I, Frost River, swear to the heavens! I absolutely won't make fun of my smart, lovely, beautiful, and elegant little sister, and I definitely won't tell anyone else!"

Frost Snow rolled her eyes at her sister with a touch of annoyance. 

After hesitating for a moment, unable to keep it to herself any longer, she finally leaned closer to her sister's ear and quietly spoke the name she had just planned to write.

Frost River, after hearing it, was momentarily stunned and then stared at her with a shocked expression.

Her expression was even more exaggerated than when she saw her sister giving money to a scammer.

"You still haven't given up yet?" 

Frost Snow blushed. "You… You promised not to make fun of me," 

Frost River sighed, shaking her head repeatedly, "but you should know that there's no chance."

Frost Snow looked at her elder sister with a complex expression, and after a moment, she sighed softly, "I never said that I wanted a chance... I just hope that he, who is far away on the frontlines, can come back safely. Don't you hope for that too?"

Frost River nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed..."

She couldn't imagine what Dawn City would be like without the administrator. Perhaps the oasis wouldn't have existed from the beginning.

Those blue coats who only served the administrator personally would probably leave. They might return to the underground or go elsewhere.

The refugees definitely wouldn't stay obediently in the collective dormitories, waiting indefinitely for resettlement. The prisoners of war wouldn't behave either; they would definitely seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to break free.

The various corps would probably continue to uphold their loyalty and even inherit the ‘will’ of the administrator to rejuvenate the Federation. They would probably elect a strong military figure to suppress the chaos with a tougher approach... But that would often plant the seeds for even greater chaos.

As for those traveling merchants who had no loyalty in the first place, they didn't belong. They would do everything in their power to extract all the value from the residents under the guise of a free market, until even silver coins became worthless.

She, working at the trading post, knew too well the character of these wastelanders. They not only had flexible moral standards and professional ethics but also had flexible identities.

Maybe elsewhere, they were slave hunters or even bandits who raided homes, but here, regardless of their past, they dared only to abide by the rules and laws.

It was truly a miracle.

After pondering for a while, Frost River nodded. "... If something happens to him, everyone will be very sad."

Hearing this, Frost Snow quickly covered her sister's mouth with her hands, suddenly looking like a startled rabbit.

"Sis! Don't jinx him! If dad hears this, he'll definitely spank you!"

"Mm-mm-mm—Whew! What's the matter? I didn't say it in front of dad." Escaping from her sister's grip, Frost River dodged playfully while giggling.

"Besides, the Administrator said that if we want to mention his name, we don't need to make it sound so serious. Names are meant to be used."

"Are you a parrot? Why do you always talk about the administrator and things he say?” Blushing, Frost Snow gasped for breath.

She, who worked as a clerk in the Merchant Association, naturally couldn't have better physical strength than her sister, who worked at the trading post. After chasing for some time, she soon found herself panting with her hands on her knees, struggling to catch her breath.

Frost River stopped and blinked as she looked at her sister.

"Huh? Are you jealous? Don't worry, your sister, I, am someone who seeks a stable life, and I won't daydream. All I want in my future husband is..."

"Nobody would be jealous of that!"

Watching two girls frolicking around joyfully, Yaya, sitting on the steps in front of Teng Teng's Hut's branch, rested her chin on her hands, looking envious. "I wish I had a sister."

Or a brother would be fine too.

Although she couldn't buy little dresses for him, having someone to play games with would be nice. As someone who spent most of her time at home and rarely went out, having someone to interact with in real life was too difficult.

Darn it...

She was starting to envy the NPCs in the game!

Teng Teng, sitting next to her and sipping on sparkling water, had a different feeling. She mumbled softly, "Lately, there aren't many familiar faces in Dawn City."

Over the past 2 months, most of the customers in her shop were NPCs.

Business hadn't been affected much, and she had designed quite a few standard-style outfits, but she felt that her creativity and talent were no longer being put to good use without those quirky custom commissions.

Compared to the conservatively dressed NPCs, it was the eccentric and imaginative ideas of the players that excited her more.

Of course, it would be nice if they were a little more serious.

Yaya comforted her tiny friend. "After all, everyone is on the frontlines."

Teng Teng gave her a sidelong glance. "Speaking of which, you always call yourself a Combat Profession player, but why are you so idle?"

She had thought that Yaya would follow Tail to the frontlines to have fun this time, but it seemed that she had learned her lesson from the fall last time and didn't join the battle this time.

"Hmph, who said I'm idle?" Yaya said smugly. "I've actually made a small fortune recently."

"Oh?" Teng Teng looked at Yaya curiously as she released the straw she had been biting on. "What kind of mission was it?"

Yaya said proudly, "Remember how I found those green pointed mushrooms? Well, I sent them to the medical laboratory at the shelter, and that white-haired big sister discovered a substance in them that's similar to penicillin."

Teng Teng nodded. "Now that you mention it, I think I remember... It was later added to the official website's encyclopedia, called Green Mushroomin and Mossy Mushroom, right? So it was you who discovered it."

"What do you mean?! There was a server announcement, alright!" Yaya protested unhappily. She cleared her throat and continued excitedly, "Anyway, I later received a hidden mission from the shelter to collect 20 tons of Mossy Mushrooms for the survivors' settlement in West Continent City."

"20 tons?!" Teng Teng looked at her in astonishment. "Are there that many?"

Yaya smiled smugly. "Of course, there are. People used to think these mushrooms were poisonous and didn't pick them. But with such a big order, I naturally couldn't do it all by myself. Fortunately, I was finally able to complete the mission after the big sister at the Traveling Merchants Association helped me register a company and hire about 10 wastelanders."

"Not bad, not bad. Our Yaya has finally embarked on this path. From now on, you won't have to pick mushrooms yourself and can still earn silver coins," Teng Teng said approvingly, nodding her head.

After thinking for a moment, Yaya said, "Well… although that's the case, I still prefer the feeling of exploring on my own rather than worrying about a lot of things."

In this game, she could always discover new things she had never seen before. As for silver coins, she didn't care as much.

"Are you trying to show off or something?" Teng Teng rolled her eyes at her, looked up at the sky, and stretched lazily.

"Everyone is working so hard. It looks like I need to step up my game in the new version too."

Yaya chuckled and patted her friend's shoulder. "Don't be too serious. Playing games isn't about achieving something, it's about enjoying the experience. By the way, there's a fireworks show to celebrate victory in the square later, and it's said that there's also sugar from Sunset Province."

"White sugar?" Teng Teng asked in surprise. "Isn't that something we've had for a long time?"

There was a time when sugar was cheaper than salt, especially before the trade routes were opened. After all, the Brown Farm had sugar beets, and with a little improvement in the process, they could obtain pure sugar. Salt, on the other hand, was mainly imported.

Yaya smiled and explained, "No, it's sand sugar. Sunset Province is a desert, so it's probably a local specialty. I saw it on the forum... It's said that Xiaoyu discovered it."

As they were talking, the fireworks had already risen into the sky.

It was already time before they knew it.

Hearing that it was an unfamiliar kind of snack, Teng Teng immediately showed interest.

"Let's go, show me where I can get it." She jumped up from the steps and said.

Amidst the brilliant fireworks, people living in the rear sent their blessings to the frontlines.

Sun Shiqi, who stumbled out of the hotel, looked up at the sparkling fireworks in the sky for a few seconds, then lowered his head and muttered softly, "Green... There should be copper sulfate in those."

Beside him, Zhou Nan, who was supporting him, also whispered, "What a waste... Are these people so wealthy that they can afford to use excess explosives for fireworks?"

"It seems like the war is really coming to an end."

While the people of Dawn City were celebrating a major victory on the frontlines, the marauders in West Continent City were enduring a scorching ordeal far away.