This Game Is Too Realistic

Eye Owe Money was the first to yell, "Brother, what profession did you choose?"

Construction Boy grinned. "Hehe, this is a game of picking up garbage, of course, I have to choose scavenger!"

Book Worm added at the side, "I went for the soldier profession!"

Quit Smoking frowned and questioned, "Seriously? Bullets are so expensive, but your shooting experience has reached 3 already?"

Book Worm chuckled in response and explained, "No, but if you have participated in more than three war campaigns, you can also meet the requirements, and the bullets in the NPC shop will be 10% off."

Quit Smoking couldn’t help but grumble, "This is not fair! I really envy you old players!"

Back at the guard house, Tail and Sisi led a big white bear and forced it to register as a soldier.

Looking at the VM strapped to her arm, Roshan whispered aggrievedly, "But, I don’t want to fight… I just want to be a Lifestyle Profession player."

Sisi pretended to be serious and quickly changed her tune, "How can it be called a fight, we are obviously protecting everyone."

Tail gave a thumbs up energetically, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "That’s right! Roro, show a little manliness!"

Roshan grumbled in a low voice, "But, but I’m a girl."

Tail was taken aback. "Huh?! I almost forgot about it if you didn’t say it!"

Sisi went up and tugged at the fur on its stomach, trying to make the big white bear man up. "No matter what, you should first shout that Beastmen will never be slaves, roar!... Come on, just try it once."

Roshan looked embarrassed, and was forced to open her claws helplessly.

"Roar, roar... Oooh."

Awkward silence fell upon the land.

Sisi and Tail looked at each other and sighed in unison.

"Tail, I gave up."

"Tsk, it really should be used as emergency food."

Roshan: QAQ

In the industrial area not far away.

Night Ten, who had just come out of the shelter and took up the Scavenger profession from the warehouse manager, happened to see Mosquito, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Brother, what career did you choose?" �

"Craftsman, Scavenger! And I haven’t decided on the last one yet," Mosquito said with a smile, "Speaking of which, why are there no Revered Inventor or Grandmaster at Arms? This is unreasonable!"

Night Ten almost choked when hearing what he said. "Pfft, you think we are playing League of Legends?"

Before he finished speaking, a slight tremor suddenly came from his feet.

The players, who were standing on the square and discussing the new version with each other, had surprised expressions on their faces. They all looked around in confusion.

"What the heck? Is it an earthquake?"

"Are they testing something new?”

"It’s awesome! There are even earthquakes! This game is getting more and more realistic."

Apart from feeling that the game’s physics engine was getting more and more realistic, the players weren’t panicking at all.

On the contrary, the NPCs of the outpost were frightened by this sudden change in situation.

In the North Gate Market.

Autumn Weed, who was setting up the stall, took her younger sister Autumn Leaves in her arms and put her arms around her shivering shoulders, her eyes filled with panic.

In the nomadic tribe not far away.

The animals in the barn were restless, and the elderly herdsmen knelt on the ground, muttering something in their mouths and praying to the gods.

They wondered if their prayers worked as the tremor lasted for some time before it stopped.

Then many NPCs ran to check whether the house was damaged, but the players were still talking about what new tricks their favorite developer Light was cooking up.

At this moment, an excited shout suddenly came from the square, "Holy shit! Hurry up! Check out all your VMs!"

Hearing the yell, everyone started to look at their VMs.

"VM? Is there anything on the VM?"

"It’s a new mission! But it seems that only Soldiers, Hunters, and Scavengers can receive it!"

Staring at the VM screen, Night Ten who opened the mission window, found something different in the mission description.

[Mission: Clear the exit of level B3]

A surprised expression appeared on Night Ten’s face. "We have a new exit on level B3?!

Mosquito was also startled. "What the fuck?! Why didn’t I see it earlier?"

Night Ten said with a weird expression, "Maybe… Maybe that’s the new area that was just unlocked. Anyway, let’s take a look first!"

"Let’s go together!"

...

Since there was a new mission, they naturally had to head over to take a look.

Several players immediately formed a group and took the risk to head over to the tunnel at level B3 for a look. Soon, they found that there were still quite a few mutants inside.

However, there was a very serious problem as everyone’s weapons were stored in the maintenance room on level B1.

According to the Shelter Resident Handbook, the shelter was a safe area and one could not pass through the airlock room with weapons. However, except for within the shelter, there was no other entrance that could send them to level B3!

They were basically not allowed to bring their weapons for the mission, but they couldn’t possibly fight mutants with their bare hands, right?!

Except for the strength type players and a certain intelligence type player who had a bionic limb, few could probably compete with mutants head-on!

Fortunately, their trusty developers probably found the bug and fixed it.

Through the VM, players could submit an application for carrying weapons through the shelter. As long as they checked the box for their bound equipment, they could take it through the gate of the airlock room and enter the shelter.

However, for players with weapons, after entering the shelter, the authority to use facilities would be temporarily locked. In principle, they only had the right of passage, and they needed to leave the restricted area as soon as possible.

In that state, the player would not be able to return to their room, use weapons, or enter the living area to use the equipment there.

If they remained in random areas of the shelter for more than 5 minutes, they would receive a warning on their VM. On the 10th minute, the second warning would be issued.

If they failed to leave the shelter within 15 minutes, they would be kicked out of the game as a minor violation and would be stopped from logging into the game for 10 minutes.

Their equipment brought into the shelter would also be regarded as contraband and would be confiscated.

From the airlock room on level B1 to the airlock room on level B3, the journey took 3 minutes. Giving them 15 minutes was very generous of him.

The administrator also dragged two vending machines from Shelter 117 and placed them in the preparation room outside the airlock room on level B3.

However, instead of drinks, the vending machine contained bullets and bandages. The bullets were also divided into two types, one was cheap bullets they could fire however they liked, and the other were made with the punching machine which were much more reliable.

If players required supplies, they didn’t even need to go to the surface; they could buy them directly at the exit on level B3.

Everything was as convenient as could be!

...

While the players were fighting with the mutants in the tunnel, Chu Guang was in the warehouse on level B3, confirming the products produced from the black box.

A nurturing cabin and a VM, lying next to the discharge ports of the two black boxes, were still hot to the touch, which was very magical.

There was nothing interesting about the VM. It was the same model he found on level B2 before. Maybe those VMs were produced by the black box in front of him.

As for the clone-specific nurturing cabin...

Yin Fang stroked his chin and looked at it for a while, then gave a comment. "This is kind of like a simplified nurturing cabin."

Chu Guang asked, "What is a simplified nurturing cabin?"

Yin Fang replied, "Simply put, the organism lying in it will not stop metabolizing. It just puts the organism into a sleep state… Mhm, it seems to have a scanning function."

While speaking, a light blue interface appeared in Chu Guang’s field of vision, hovering above the nurturing cabin. It seemed that in the eyes of the Administrator Menu, the things produced by the black box in the shelter were also part of Shelter 404.

Now, it was the Administrator Menu that exercised the right to interpret what it chose…

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