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Is This Really A Game? - Chapter 130

Published at 19th of May 2023 05:55:26 AM


Chapter 130

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"F*ck! You guys seriously! Instead of saying this to me why don't you guys find a hole and jump in it, don't worry, I will definitely pour soil in it with my own hands."

Official Website Forum.

When I saw Brother Edge and a group of cloud players forcefully explaining that this wave of "Extreme 10 vs 1" was not a loss at all, [ Old King Next Door ] couldn't help but jumped out.

Seizing the opportunity, a certain pet took the lead in launching a group ridicule.

The Thunder King: "Laughing! 10 people beat 1, and still 1 dead and 1 injured. Can you play games like this? If I were you, I would smash the helmet, wash my face, and go to sleep. Of course, this game does not exist at all, anyway, you continue to make it up, and I will take it as a joke."

Irena: "To add a cold knowledge, the beta test helmet is borrowed by the game company for you to play. After all, you didn't even spend the shipping fee, and didn't let you recharge the card. If you smash it, you will probably get a letter from the lawyer. (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠"

Edge Paddle "Ahem, I'm sorry, Old King. I admit that this wave of command is indeed a bit wrong. I didn't expect this mutant to play tricks. He even has trip wires and landmines. He doesn't talk about common sense! But Don't worry, I'm familiar with their routines, and I'll definitely be sure next time!"

Old King Next Door: "I believe you ghost! If I get on your team again, I will be a dog!"

Tabletop Cop: "It's really a bit of a loss, it's almost numb. A goblin rocket is 5 silver coins, and the basic income of the task is 10 silver coins. The 5 silver coins rewarded for killing a mutant is still the team bonus pool, and it is only 5 copper coins for everyone. .”

Edge Paddle: "Didn't the 5 silver coins be given to you as a reward! Obviously I got shot too, okay?"

Tabletop Cop: "No, I just want to complain, the rocket bombs are useless, it didn't kill opponent at all, and I had to rush up with an ax to make up the remaining."

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Hey! You are using it to blow up mutants, why don't you blow up crack claw crabs? It is written in the official website database, and the physique data of mutants is above 30, and the upper limit is unknown. What is the concept of 30 physique?! Physique players don’t necessarily have such high attributes after training to level 20, right? Be reasonable, brother, it wasn’t my rocket that blew it into a cripple, do you have a chance to go up and make up for it?”

Tabletop Cop: "(◣◢)┌∩┐!"

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "F*ck!! You wait, next time I will be going on this mission! (ง︡'-'︠)ง"

Irena: "Forget it, I'm a little scared. I wanted to say that I'll be resurrected tomorrow to see... I still won't go. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠⁠)"

Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Don't be cowardly, Old man, I remember you are super brave. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)"

Irena: "If you call me that again, I will shoot the entire magazine of bullets in your ass.(⁠ノ⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻"

7:00 p.m., Shelter 404 Resident Hall.

After dinner, Lucius sat in front of the computer and flipped through the forum, as usual, to see what his little players were talking about.

In order to make it easier for him to watch the screen more efficiently, or review the memorials, Lucius asked Popo to help him make a form to count the most popular topics on the forum during the time period from 6:00 to 7:00 every night.

This time is basically the most active time for beta testers on the official website.

Not surprisingly, "The Mutant Tribe on 76th Street" dominated the hot topic list, firmly ranking first.

This is the first encounter between the players and the 76th Street Mutant Horde.

The vast majority of players' impressions of mutants before were based on the pictures and text settings in the official website database, as well as the second settings made up by netizens based on official information.

Although on the surface, it is a bit embarrassing to 1 vs 10, but Lucius knows very well in his heart that it is actually not bad to be able to achieve this record.

The average level of the first players to participate in the battle is LV5, and they can only be regarded as the second echelon in the shelter. Neither the level nor the combat experience can be considered the top, and it is normal to suffer a little bit.

Another one, is those green-skinned muscular guys are notoriously difficult to deal with.

Its extraordinary resilience and resistance are almost invulnerable to all poisons. Not only that, but they also have a digestive system comparable to that of mutant hyenas. They are so hungry that they can even eat the carrion of the predators.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are even more adapted to the environment of this waste earth planet than the alien species. At least in the early years, the alien species and the survivors were tortured by the harsh winter, but these green-skinned muscular guys who came out of nowhere had their footprints all over the wasteland planet.

Some say they are victims of biological weapons, others say they have embraced evolution, and some say they themselves are biological weapons.

A more reliable rumor is that their ancestors came from a shelter with an unknown number. Because they couldn't survive the desperate winter in the early days, they were forced to accept the undeveloped genetic modification technology.

In fact, apart from being a little ugly, the genes of these green-skinned muscular guys are still very strong. Not only do they have high adaptability to the wasteland environment, they can live in a radiation environment for a long time and ensure genetic stability, they also have an "Iron stomach" that can digest almost all food.

If they were given thousands of years to develop, they might really be able to replace the old humans as new humans and become the new masters of this planet.

However, mutants are not without weaknesses.

The overly large size makes them have to live in larger houses, and the utilization rate of the pre-war civilization heritage is much lower than that of humans. Thick fingers and an underdeveloped cerebellum make it difficult for them to use their joints as flexibly and coordinatedly as humans. It takes more effort to make precision instruments... But due to their tribal culture, this is almost impossible.

Even some predators can make their own weapons such as iron-pipe rifles, but for mutants, stuffing black powder into jars to make tripwire mines is almost the apex of their technology tree.

If they had guns, they must have taken them from other humans. Most of the time, guns will wear out as fast as ammunition in their hands. Those who pursue primitive violence and fight with cold weapons will be more inclined to use axes, saws, and slaughter knives to shred their opponents, and hang their intestines on their own armor, to intimidate the living foe. For them, this is the most time-saving way of killing.

Also, while they have almost perverted resilience, the head is still their weak point.

Even if their chests can withstand the continuous shooting of 7mm rifles and rely on "Unscientific" resilience and toughness to quickly repair damaged muscle tissue, internal organs, and bones, it is still difficult to put back the brains that have been spilled all over the floor.

Therefore, many mutants will put a heavy helmet on their head even if they are naked, and if conditions permit, they will hang some things such as car doors, billboards, and tank armor plates on their chests to protect them. So easy to repair the heart and lungs.

Lucius noticed that Brother Tomorrow edited a summary post, which summarized the discussions and exchanges of players who participated in the battle today, and comprehensively analyzed the weaknesses and strengths of mutants. Horde players provided a relatively reliable reference.

"Let's talk about the conclusion first. This task is still a bit difficult for players below LV5! Referring to the panel data provided by the official website, this mutant is placed in other MMs, which is at least equivalent to a level 20 wild monster. A group of level 5 players challenges a level 20 super monster that is obviously spawning monsters by leapfrogging, and it is normal for casualties to occur."

"However, Wasteland is a bit different. The role of attributes is not as direct as other games, but more similar to DMD rules. That is, as long as you continuously roll out high enough points, it is not impossible for goblins to slay dragons.”

"I guess the plan to arrange the mutant tribe near the outpost of Novice Village should be to test whether the asymmetrical battle will affect the game experience. After all, in a real wasteland, danger will not stay away because of your weakness. If my analysis is correct, then congratulations, we have taken a big step forward from the public beta! Our players have proved through practical experience that level suppression is not absolute, and high-level monsters are not invincible! Even if we can't see their blood bars!"

"Of course, having said that, if you don't have enough confidence in your own strength, it's best to choose carefully whether to accept this task."

"However, opportunities always come with risks. If the mutant tribe can be brought down, the rewards should be very rich."

"There are many hidden mechanisms in this game. If you are interested, I suggest you to study it more!"

...

The next day.

After lying in the training cabin for a whole night in [ Edge Paddle ], his leg injury was almost healed, he tied a self-made bandage on his thigh, and pulled a group of teammates alive, and kicked off.

The teammates are still the same people from yesterday, but this time, the [Old King Next Door] waiting for the resurrection CD was replaced by [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ].

In order to avenge his shame, Brother Mosquito also spent a lot of money this time. He directly brought a large box half the height of a person and asked a player of the strength department to help carry it.

A group of men set off from the east gate aggressively and killed in the direction of 76th Street.

Although Lucius appropriately increased the income of the raid mission in consideration of the strength of the mutants, but carrying so many big guys... Can he really pay back?

Other players are also complaining.

"Are Mosquito crazy?"

"Good guy, such a big box, it probably cost a lot of money to use it as gunpowder, right?!"

"Too hardcore!"

Walker glanced at his teammates around him.

"To be honest, I kind of want to go and see."

Gale and Bunny ignored him, only Tomorrow glanced at him and said realistically.

"To be honest, let's get over the 'Greenhouse Ruins' first. How long has it been delayed?"

Although I am curious about what is in Mosquito's box, it is obvious that they don't have time to watch it, as themselves has a lot of trouble waiting for them.

After Tomorrow and his party put on the "Anti-moth equipment", they also set off from the east gate.

The ruins of the greenhouse were at the entrance to 76th Street, and the two groups happened to be on the same road.

After Lucius glanced at the sky through the drone, he returned the control of the drone to Popo and went to Boss Sumeria's weapon shop.

Since changing to a new workbench, Boss Sumeria no longer rubs bullet casings with her hands. Put the cut and formed rough material on the mold, start the stamping module and poke it down, and a brand new cartridge case will be stamped and formed.

However, stamping the casing is only the first step in making a bullet. If you want to get a bullet with sufficient power and stable performance without jamming, you have to go through a series of tedious processes.

In order to improve work efficiency, Sumeria hired two female workers from the nomads' camp, each of whom was paid two silver coins a day, regardless of food or housing.

One of them is responsible for filling the shell with propellant and primer with professional tools. Another person was responsible for loading the lead bullets on the finished cartridge cases.

Sumeria herself operates the professional equipment on the workbench, processes the bullets and casings, crimps the bottom of the charged bullets, and rolls grooves on the bullets embedded in the casings to ensure an absolute seal between the bullets and the casings.

After all the processes are completed, the bullet needs to be washed with water to wash away the metal debris on the surface of the shell.

These metal debris, which is invisible to the naked eye, have a high chance of causing jamming and affecting shooting accuracy.

However, even after so many processes, the bullets produced still cannot be compared with the products produced by professional assembly lines.

But for players, this kind of stamped and formed bullet is much more comfortable than the rolled bullet that Boss Sumeria used a small awl to "Stamp" at a low speed.

At least, the pitted dents on the shells of these bullets are not visible. No more worrying about being shot and having to squat down to dispose of jammed shell casings.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing Lucius walking towards him, Sumeria put the basket full of bullet casings that she had just finished processing on the wooden table next to him.

These parts for making bullets are enough for the two unskilled employees in the next room to work for a long time.

Lucius looked at her and asked.

"How much is our ammunition stockpile now?"

Sumeria replied.

"There are 3,500 rounds of coiled bullets left. If you use stamped bullets, including the ones you brought back from Beit Street and the ones I made this week, there are tens of thousands of rounds in total."

Lucius looked slightly surprised.

"Is that much?"

Shaking the bangs on his forehead, the corners of Sumeria's mouth curled up a little, as if she was very proud.

"A lot? It's okay. The processing efficiency of this workbench is not bad. As long as you master the use skills, the processing speed will be much faster than before. In addition to making bullets, I also placed four 7mm iron-pipe rifles with other materials. Although it is not as good as what you bought from the merchant in Boulder City, it is not a big problem to use it. But I have to remind you that if it is consumed at this rate, the copper in the warehouse may not be enough by the end of next month."

Although this reminder was taken seriously, Lucius didn't take it too seriously.

Beit Street is currently under the control of Shelter 404. If necessary, he can easily mobilize the scavengers on Beit Street to go deep into the urban areas within the Fifth Ring Road to collect resources by raising the price of resource recovery.

In addition, he can also mobilize local survivors to form a scavenging team through Old Charlie, and under the escort of the players, he can search for dangerous areas that they would not approach at ordinary times.

"Don't worry about this, I will arrange manpower to increase the collection of resources."

After a pause, Lucius continued.

"In addition, I plan to train a group of guards to maintain the law and order of the outpost. I need about 15 iron-pipe rifles... Well, it is best to finish it within a week. If the construction period is too fast, the work of making bullets will be postponed for a while."

"Guards?" Sumeria gave Lucius a strange look, and teased, "Who can fight better than your 'players'?"

"That's different."

Lucius shook his head. He really didn't think about how to explain the difference between NPC guards and player guards, so he didn't explain it at all.

"In short, it's not okay to let players do the same job for a long time. They don't work for us to make money, but for fun."

The guards standing guard at the gate and patrolling outside, these jobs are usually done by newcomers, and veteran players look down on those jobs.

At present, the release speed of the new version is quite fast, and new people are constantly coming in, so there is no need to worry that these basic positions will not be filled. But security could quickly become a big problem if the influx of refugees continues.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect the work of maintaining law and order to be completely handed over to players, and this is not what they are good at.

Lucius planned to transfer some survivors from the brick factory to form a fixed standing guard to maintain law and order in the outpost area.

Their weapons don't need to be very good, they can be deterrent enough.

At the same time, these NPCs are also a constraint for players. After all, no matter how good Popo's eyesight is, it can only be used as a tool for supervision and adjudication. The deterrent effect is definitely not as good as a group of guards with rifles and armbands.

When the number of players increases, these people will definitely come in handy.

"Fun?" Sumeria's eyes widened, and he murmured, "What's so fun about this?"

Some people actually feel happy about their work. This is so unreasonable!

"You don't understand, anyway, just do as I tell you."

How can I understand if you don't tell me? Sumeria complained silently in her heart, but she didn't want to contradict the boss face to face, so she nodded obediently.

"Okay, 15 guns? It doesn't take a week. If you stop making bullets, you can finish it in three or four days. By the way, what caliber do you want? Bolt action or rotary? Just the wall Is the 7mm iron-barreled rifle that hangs on it okay?"

"7mm caliber, the bolt-action type is fine, but I have some requirements on the appearance."

As he spoke, Lucius raised his arm, swiped his index finger lightly on the VM, and sent a blueprint downloaded from the Internet to Sumeria's VM.

Looking at the picture on the screen, Sumeria froze for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

Thick and long gun body, thick receiver and magazine, and pure wooden buttstock.

Although the shape is indeed a little more beautiful than the iron-barrel rifle on the wall, and the overall feeling is full of rough power, but she really can't think of the significance of designing the gun into this shape?

The design is so heavy, is it for the convenience of swinging it up and hitting people?

"I can't understand it... I won't complain about the gun body. Is it necessary for this receiver to be designed so wide?"

Lucius said indifferently.

"It's just that the appearance looks thick. Those flashy parts, you can understand it as a kind of skin designed for deterrent needs. Anyway, the processing is not difficult, and it doesn't consume much material. As for the gun barrel, the effective structure including the box, spring, and firing pin is still imitated from the rifle we bought from the merchant in Boulder City."

"Fine……"

Sumeria nodded helplessly.

There is also text under the picture, is it intended to be engraved on the stock of the gun as the name of the weapon?

Arbiter Type I?

Sounds weird...

"Well, I leave it to you."

After explaining the matter, Lucius planned to leave, but at this moment, the VM screen on his arm suddenly lit up, and a text message popped out.

There is no doubt that the message was sent by Popo.

"Master, your player seems to be in trouble!"





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