This Game Is Too Realistic

Abandoned department store.

There were more than 1000 beds crowded in the empty hall.

The New Year’s song couldn’t reach where they were, and no one was singing. Only the fire was crackling, and mothers coaxing their children to sleep.

It was a temporary shelter for the refugees. They could only stay here temporarily until the end of the cold winter.

Thanks to the wood sent by the blue coats, the survivors who lived here temporarily repaired the damaged walls, the floor-to-ceiling doors, and the windows with the wood, and finally made the place airtight.

Some of the remaining wood was split into firewood, or burned into charcoal, and thrown into the red-brick stove along with the kindling.

The roaring flames brought a touch of light and warmth hard-won in winter to the empty hall.

Although the environment was rough, at least it was free from snow and hunger.

Refugees from central and northern River Valley Province, survivors of Winter Willow Camp and the Battery Factory, were grateful for the blue coats.

If it wasn’t for the blue coats, they might have been frozen to death on the road or in the marauders’ frying pans.

Of course, they could only represent themselves and not everyone was grateful for the status quo.

Of the five survivor settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by marauders, while the residents of the other three survivor settlements did not even see the shadow of marauders. They moved only out of fear.

More than a month had passed since the first blizzard, and even if no one died in the cold, some people suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

The terrible weather still showed no signs of stopping, but the supply of materials was getting tighter and tighter, and rumors that food was running out were often heard.

After a long time, it was inevitable that some people would become skeptical in their hearts.

Is it really necessary to relocate?

Survivor settlements that haven’t been relocated seem to be doing just fine.

"I always feel that the building will collapse." Looking at the stone chips falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in the torn quilt couldn’t help but say.

In fact, he didn’t really think the building was going to collapse, he just wanted to find some unfortunate point to vent his dissatisfaction with his current situation.

Whatever it was, the remark affected the people around him to some extent.

Looking at the dilapidated ceiling, many people had worried expressions on their faces, exchanged fearful gazes, and whispered in low voices.

"How long do we have to stay here..."

"Those blue coats say until spring."

"Why don’t they let us live in Longevity Town? It’s not the same as it was promised."

"They said there weren’t enough houses..."

"Oh, but we can just build our own houses, I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

Most of them were residents of the Home of Scavengers and Hope Mountain Cooperative.

Compared with Winter Willow Camp, Battery Factory and Highway Town, those two survivors’ settlements were located further south; one was hidden on the edge of the city and the other was hidden in the forest.

Some people began to feel that those marauders may not be able to find their homes so easily.

After all, they weren’t omniscient, and not all survivor settlements would be looted...

Seeing that the dissatisfaction was spreading, Ma Zhanqiu, the village chief of Winter Willow Camp, immediately came out to appease everyone. "Don’t say such things, it hasn’t collapsed for more than two hundred years, how could it collapse at this time!"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side. "You never know."

"The snow is so heavy this year, what if the building is blown down?"

The man who spoke was Ding Tian of the Home of Scavengers, one of the more influential scavengers there, whom Ma Zhanqiu recognized.

Seeing him frown, Ma Zhanqiu said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

The man in the fur coat snorted. "What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we for? To fight those marauders from the north? Or to be a laborer for those blue coats?"

Ma Zhanqiu was taken aback.

Before the old man came back to his senses, someone immediately echoed. "Maybe the Bonechewer Clan won’t come at all."

"That’s right, aren’t there still eight survivor settlements that haven’t been relocated? I think they’re doing pretty well in their own homes..."

There was food for everyone, but it was not free to stay there.

They needed to go to work in a factory and then get a few useless coins that they couldn’t buy what they needed with it.

Even if the blue coats promised that the money would be useful next spring, it seemed to them that it was no different than an empty promise.

Since the blue coats really wanted to pay them, why not use chips?

If they really didn’t have chips, the paper from the East Coast would also do, at least someone might want them.

Complaints began to run rampant.

After all, it was not just a day or two.

Out of fear of the Bonechewer Clan, they accepted the placement of the blue coats and moved here in obedience.

It had already been a month, but no one had seen any marauders.

Except for the intensifying blizzard, nothing seemed to have happened, and they didn’t know how long they would have to live like that.

Some people even speculated maliciously whether the so-called the Bonechewer Clan’s invasion of Clearspring City was a lie from the very beginning.

The sleeping children were awakened by the noise, crying out loud. The mothers tried to stop them from crying in a panic, daring not to say anything to the people who were quarreling.

Looking at several people who were getting more and more emotional, some survivors who had seen the marauders with their own eyes and even had wounds on their bodies wanted to refute, but did not dare to make a sound.

Just then, someone stood up and yelled. "My big brother was killed."

Maybe hearing the word killed, the noisy complaints stopped abruptly.

Facing many eyes that looked over, Ma Li was silent for a while, then slowly continued to speak. "A marauder cut open his stomach with a bayonet because he refused to surrender."

Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

That was his child.

It was also the last thing he wanted to remember.

Ma Li paused for a moment before continuing. "I only found out later. I didn’t even see his body until the end."

"I have never seen the marauders of the Bonechewer Clan with my own eyes, and have only heard rumors of their brutality."

"But if you’re going to say it’s a lie, then tell me, where is my big brother? Where are the people who didn’t get here?"

"It’s not only naive, but also ridiculous, to hope they won’t come again. You’re a joke if you lie to yourself like that."

"Those shelter residents could have stayed out of it. As long as their gate was closed, let alone the Bonechewer Clan, even if the Army drove the tanks over their heads, they could still sit back and wait until those people died of old age."

No one would be able to open the shelter from the outside.

In the wasteland, everyone knew shelters were the safest once they closed their gates.

Seeing that the number of people who supported him was reduced by half in an instant, Ding Tian was about to say something, but a mother holding her child also stood up. "I’ve seen them too."

She was with the group from Battery Factory.

Her voice was trembling, like an angry lioness, her eyes fixed on the man. "We had already retreated to the warehouse at that time, and the marauders who surrounded us rushed up one by one. In order to protect us... They were all killed right before our eyes."

The hall was silent.

Even the person yelling the loudest was pressured into silence with everyone glaring at him.

Those people who were present that day recalled what happened and thought back to those who died protecting them.

Ding Tian’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and a trace of anger flashed across his face.

He knew he was wrong, but that didn’t mean he liked being lectured by those people.

Especially the ones who seemed to be much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao, who was folding his arms, shook his head, and was about to walk forward to say something, but was stopped by Hooke, who was standing beside him.

"What are you going to do?" said the lame old man, staring at him.

Ye Xiao replied, "Someone has to stop them. I’m worried that it will turn into physical conflicts soon."

They were in the wasteland, and no amount of words were as good as fists.

Ye Nan, who was standing beside him, shook her head slightly when she heard her son’s words. "That’s not our business."

"But…"

"Go and notify the guards and let them deal with it."

The next moment, the main door of the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

The whistling north wind rolled in with a few snowflakes.

Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles walked in carrying a massive iron structure that was filled with coals.

Behind them, there were several residents of the shelter.

With the energetic temperament they had, even if they didn’t wear blue coats, those refugees could still recognize them.

"Happy New Year!"

"We’ve brought your Year’s gift! Sorry to keep you guys waiti- Eep!" Sesame Paste’s cat ears twitched excitedly, accidentally flicking off her hat. She stopped abruptly and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Tail standing at the door, turned her head and glanced at Sisi next to her. "I thought it was a combat mission, but it turns out we had to run an errand."

What about the hidden mission they were promised?!

She even brought equipment!

"Emmm... Compared with being forced to go offline because of a bad stomach, I think it’s better for you to breathe some fresh air."

Everyone in the hall was stunned, including the two groups of people in the confrontation.

They didn’t understand what the blue coats were saying.

Fortunately, the guard who put down the barbecue grill explained, "Today is the last day of Year 211. The administrator asked me to send you a New Year’s gift. Thank you for your cooperation as we have finally survived the most difficult days."

Everyone in the hall whispered.

"New Year’s gift?"

"What is that?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This time, they understood the language, but there was still confusion written on their faces.

The young guard didn’t explain further, and politely signaled to the player wearing a chef’s hat to start.

On the charcoal fire, Tomato Eggs brushed a layer of oil on the iron grill with a brush, and then placed the palm-sized crab cake on the iron grill.

"Everyone line up and come forward one by one."

"There is enough food for everyone."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone into a long queue.

In the sizzling sound of oil, the aroma of meat soon permeated the hall, igniting the hope in people’s heart.

There’s even meat to eat!

All rumors about food shortages collapsed instantly, and at the same time, desire emerged in almost everyone’s eyes.

Looking at the meat cake in his hand, Ding Tian’s eyes couldn’t help show a trace of shame, and those who had followed him before were all silent, lowering their heads to eat the cake.

Standing at the door, Tail couldn’t help swallowing seeing so many people enjoying the meat cake, and stared straight at the barbecue grill. "Can I have one too?"

Sisi tugged at her clothes. "It’s time to go, everyone in Longevity Town is still waiting. If you want to eat, I’ll order takeout for you after we log out."

"Then I want beef flavored ones!"

Eep?!

This woman…

Sisi looked at her in surprise.

"I was just trying to be polite."

Tail didn’t care as she continued, "Chicken flavored is fine too!"

"..."

Outside the door.

On the cargo bed of the truck, a big rat in a coat was rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him were the supplies that were about to be sent to Longevity Town.

Fearing that his appearance would scare the refugees, he was left to watch the supplies on the truck to prevent mutants from running over and stealing food.

Before those people left, they repeatedly told him not to eat the mission items.

Are those people serious?!

I’m a real rat!

Where is the trust between us?

But…

It smells so good. Is it gnocchi?

Feeling the urge of biological instinct, Make Me decided not to look at the supplies or think about it, but turned to look at the side street.

The street was really quiet.

The white snow under the moonlight seemed so peaceful.

He couldn’t even see the shadows of mutants. If it weren’t for the damaged buildings and walls, he wouldn’t be able to think that the place was a wasteland.

Sure enough, it’s because I didn’t enter the game at the right time.

I heard that there were war campaigns every day in the previous few versions, and the fight was so intense that even the Lifestyle Profession players needed to go to the front line; the players almost ran out of resurrection coins.

If only I had come in earlier.

Looking at the quiet street, the big rat sighed softly and muttered, "This is too peaceful."