This Game is Too Real

   If you want to say that the most complex and precise instrument on this planet, it is undoubtedly human beings themselves.

  All the man-made things born in the prosperous era are not worth mentioning compared with this uncanny workmanship of nature.

  Even if they spent a short life, the old scholars could not fully decipher all the secrets of the Creator hidden in this organism.

   This "machine" is almost omnipotent.

  Although he always has more unsolved problems than solved ones, in the face of time, all known problems seem to have solutions in the end.

  However, this machine is not designed for a single purpose, so it will inevitably have its limits when it comes to specific fields.

   And want to break through this boundary—

   You must give up your identity as a human being.

  The moment he wakes up from the resurrection point, the chicken killing at midnight is decided.

  In order to become stronger—

  He is no longer a human being!

   At least this life is gone!

  …

   "Have you thought about it? Once you embark on this path, the heavy shackles will accompany you for the rest of your life, and you will never have a chance to turn back... quack quack."

   Jushi Military Building.

  Prosthetic transformation laboratory.

   Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Ibbers had a distorted smile on his face.

   While he could have smiled a little more amiably, he didn't really want to.

  The engineers and doctors next to him have long been accustomed to their boss's bad taste, and they are no strangers to it.

  Saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible robotic arms and various cutter heads hanging above the operating table, etc., all construction tools have been prepared.

  As long as the customer nods his head in front of the camera lens and sets up the final life and death gesture, they can immediately start drastic construction on this guy.

  However, to Ibbers' slight disappointment, the man lying on the operating table did not show fear or anxiety because of his words.

   That crisp answer, as if the person lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.

   "Hurry up! Stop dawdling."

  Looking at this guy who was urging instead, Ibbers was slightly taken aback, and then said with a smile.

"as you wish."

   After finishing speaking, he beckoned.

  The doctors and engineers waiting aside did not talk nonsense, and immediately picked up the equipment and started working.

   Lying on the operating table, killing chickens in the middle of the night was straightforward. When he closed his eyes, he didn't look at the **** picture at all, and went offline to do other things.

  The skeleton of a person determines the basic framework of a person, and also determines the upper limit of a person.

  Even if the quality of a powerful awakened person is far superior to ordinary people in a certain field, they will not break away from the human category and become monsters.

Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace the entire spine, as well as the bones of the legs, arms and other parts, replace the calcium salt with titanium alloy, and replace the complex bioelectrical and chemical signals with pure electronic control units. exchange.

   Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with sheets of 10mm thick special prefabricated steel plates, and filled his huge body with more than one lap with complex and reliable motors and power units.

   There was a clanging sound in the operating room.

   For a while there was the sound of sawing bones, for a while there was metal beating, and for a while there was the buzzing of arc welding.

  It doesn't look like an operating room, it's more like a workshop.

that's the truth.

  Under the flickering of electric sparks, a nearly three-meter-high, burly and majestic "metal giant" gradually took shape.

His left arm is attached to a one-meter-long chainsaw, which can be replaced with the front-end manipulator, while his right arm is a 19mm XB-1 "Growler" bolt gun with the same barrel, and The one-meter-long chain saw is also foldable, and can also be replaced with the manipulator at the front end of the forearm.

  It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing shells, and it can also be used as support equipment to launch air-burst grenades of the same caliber.

  As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery with a total weight of three kilograms, with a battery life of up to one week.

   It is no exaggeration to say that his whole body is a walking logging machine self-propelled recoilless gun, and it is also hung with a front armor with a thickness of 30mm.

  Its helmet is the hardest part.

   After all, there is only the most flesh and blood left in the whole body, and it is also the center of the information processing of the entire armor, so it is natural to focus on protection.

  If possible, Midnight Killing Chicken actually plans to install two rocket launchers in his chest.

  Unfortunately, this suit of armor was not ordered by him, but a new experimental product produced by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this free-for-all equipment, and has no right to DIY.

  The whole set of armor is completely designed by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry. The name of the project is the "Power Warrior" plan.

  As the name suggests, it is to directly replace the redundant burden on the human body with the wearable power armor, so as to make a self-propelled armor driven by people.

  Under this design, even if the heart is punctured, it can survive, because there is no such thing as a heart, and it is replaced by a blood pump with a simple structure. The digestive system is also completely omitted, replaced by a feed port for the input of nutrient solution, and a waste port for the discharge of metabolites.

   With the progress of the transformation, this weapon system called "Power Warrior" has completely become a part of the body of Midnight Killer.

   Standing by the operating table and watching, Ibers had an intoxicated smile on his face, appreciating with satisfaction that the masterpiece he had conceived was gradually taking shape.

   This is the brain hole he had after watching the battle video of the Jungle Corps.

  Those green-skinned guys actually transformed themselves into half-flesh, half-mechanical iron bumps in pursuit of greater power.

  In his opinion, this brain hole is simply amazing!

  Worth promoting vigorously in the society of organisms!

  If the residents of Boulder City had such a high awareness and pursuit, Boulder Military Industry would have already become the number one military enterprise in the world!

  Unfortunately, most people are very reluctant to use mechanical prostheses to replace body parts, but those "flashy" bionic prostheses are more popular.

  Most mercenaries will only carefully install one or two prosthetic bodies when they have to install them.

   Fortunately, there will never be a shortage of good people with advanced interests and pursuits in the league.

  They have a completely different concept from ordinary people, even to the point of deviant in the eyes of ordinary people, and their acceptance of all kinds of strange mechanical prosthetic bodies is extremely high, and they dare to install any inexplicable parts on their bodies.

  With the support of such a group of lovely people, with more professional equipment and rich experience in the design of combat prosthetics, there is no reason why the Jushi Military Industry cannot make a better one!

  Ebbers is full of confidence in this.

  His "Power Warrior" plan will innovate on the traditional concept of "Power Armor", completely combining man and weapon into one!

   It will be like never before!

  Of course, because many bionic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design ideas are even simpler and cruder than the prosthetic bodies on those mutants, directly replacing some parts that originally needed to be installed with bionic organs with machine structures.

   As for the power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the alliance has a black box capable of making fusion batteries, he can only temporarily replace it with chemical batteries.

  However, even if there are countless inconveniences, it still cannot affect the power of this war machine.

   This set of equipment is tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!

  However, unlike Ebbers, who was admiring and intoxicated, the surgeon standing next to the operating table had a numb scalp.

   Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but smacked his tongue.

   "...this guy is probably crazy."

"Be more confident, changing 80% to 100% is right," an engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help complaining after wiping off the blood on the tablet terminal, "Who would change himself to Like this."

  No doubt.

   If one day he changes himself like this, his wife may have to divorce him before the next day.

  No one would be willing to live with a monster, becoming like this basically means giving up all the attributes of being a human.

   In the final analysis, why should we pursue strength to pursue this.

  Is it bad to be a person?

   "Are all the guys in the shelter freaks?"

   "What the fuck, pass me the saw."

"Give."

  Of course, besides guys who have similar ideas to him, there are also people who cast admiring gazes at the iron lump on the operating table.

  Give up on life in order to pursue the ultimate power that can fight against the many evils in the wasteland. These guys are real warriors!

  The engineer operating the tool respectfully installed the 19mm barrel that symbolizes his status, and tightened the last screw.

   A power warrior with a cost of up to 500,000 yuan is completed in this way!

   Killing the chicken at midnight is still in a deep sleep and has not woken up.

  Ibers stared at this perfect steel body for a while, and when his eyes stayed on his face, he suddenly let out a light sigh and touched his chin.

   This face...

  It looks familiar no matter how he looks at it.

  I always feel like I have seen it somewhere?

  At this time, Midnight Killer, who was lying on the operating table, shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.

  The doctor next to him was taken aback and said hastily.

   "Sir, you'd better not do strenuous exercise right now. Although we have given you a tissue repair solution that accelerates wound healing, it's better for you to take it easy."

  Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Slay Chicken smiled honestly, raised his huge arm, and touched the back of his head with that unskilled mechanical hand.

   "It's okay, I feel that I have almost recovered."

  Although the recovery speed of strength-type players is not as fast as that of physique-type players, it is still outstanding compared with other types.

  He feels as good as he can right now!

  I can't wait to go to the nearby urban area immediately and find a few creepers to practice.

   Wrong—

  With his current equipment, it is a waste to find creepers to practice his hands. If he wants to find it, he has to find evolutions such as tyrants or decayed knights.

   How about reflecting the combat effectiveness of this set of equipment?

  Looking at Midnight Killing Chicken who jumped off the operating table, Ibers put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.

   "Your recovery speed is indeed different from ordinary people. Generally speaking, even if you recover completely, the postoperative phantom pain and discomfort will last for about three or four days... Anyway, how do you feel?"

   Tapped the breastplate with his fist, listening to the crisp muffled sound, Midnight Slay Chicken grinned.

  “I feel so full of strength all over my body that I can even twist my head off!”

   Ebbers coughed when he heard the words, and hurriedly gave instructions.

   "I advise you better not to do this... After all, this is a piece of equipment worth half a million yuan. If I accidentally die before going on the battlefield, I won't be able to recover the precious experimental data."

  Midnight Kill Chicken said with a smile.

   "Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how can I twist my head to play."

   After finishing speaking, he walked out the door.

  The doctor at the side saw that he was about to leave, so he quickly stopped him.

   "Wait a minute, in order to prevent possible rejection, I suggest you stay here and observe for a few hours before leaving."

  Any allogeneic tissue entering an immune-competent host will inevitably lead to rejection reactions of varying severity.

  While this could technically be eliminated, they have never implanted so many prosthetics on a single client.

  Midnight Shaji waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

   "It's okay, it's okay, if there is something wrong, I'll come back and have a look. I have received a task here, and I have to go now."

"Task??"

  The doctor froze for a moment, and looked at him in surprise, as if looking at a monster.

  Midnight Kill Chicken smiled heartily, nodded and said.

   "Well, it's a coincidence that I just came to work."

  When he was offline, he was browsing the official website, and suddenly saw a pop-up window that popped up from the taskbar. He couldn't help but immediately returned online.

   Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table just screwed the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.

   This operation was almost done stepping on the dots!

"But…"

  The doctor's expression was still a little hesitant, and he obviously wanted to persuade him again, but Ibbs on the side stopped him.

   "Let him go."

  Looking at the young man who turned around and walked towards the elevator, Ibbers continued to speak slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.

   "Such an active kid, you actually have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm... Tsk tsk, it's really inhuman."

  The doctor turned his head and stared at his boss dumbfounded.

  It’s okay without humanity...

   Who is inhuman?

   After a pause, Ibbers continued in a pleasant tone.

   "Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment earlier, so that I can improve the next version."

  He was extremely grateful for his original decision.

   It's awesome to be part of the League!

  …

   Pine Cone Farm.

  The winter sun is not strong, and even a bit cold. It is icy cold on people's faces, just like soaking in cold water.

  The unexamined expression is printed on every face in this settlement.

  People looked at each other with horror in their eyes, as if looking at a wild beast, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy in the next second...

  In fact, in a sense, the serfs living in a huge settlement like Pine Cone Farm can be regarded as free people. They didn't work in shackles, they were just tied to the ground, and they were not allowed to leave the ground under their feet without authorization.

   They were slaves, but not quite, working 15 hours a day instead of 24. They have their own property, but they don't own it all, they only have the power to use "the part that the master allows him to use".

  A normal family here usually has a wooden house, a few children, a small piece of arable land or "lot", and a few fruit trees.

  The food grown in the land is mainly eaten by themselves, and in addition to farming their own land, they also need to cultivate the farmer's field.

  And if you want to use the farmer’s mills, machines, fertilizers and other production tools, or the high-yield seeds occasionally brought by wastelanders, you need to pay an additional tax.

  Because there is no currency here, the type of tax is usually not fixed. Sometimes it is three chickens and fifteen eggs, sometimes two jars of jam, and it is usually announced at the beginning of the year.

   This is farming.

  And if you run a hotel, make pulp and furniture, or other craftsmen, the products that need to be enshrined will become other things.

  Hammer is a serf here, and he is the most common kind of serf.

  Although the name is a bit strange, it is not strange at all in Pine Cone Farm.

  His neighbor also has a young man named Bench, but it is a pity that half of his face was eaten off by his wife last night, and he has already gone.

  The memory of last night is not very clear, he only remembers going to bed very early, not lying in bed when he wakes up, but standing on the street with many people.

   At that time, he was frightened half to death. He thought it was a miracle from the Holy Son, so he knelt on the ground and prayed to the Holy Son...

  It wasn't until the Alliance broadcasted what happened at night and saw corpses being carried out of the settlement to be buried that he gradually recalled that vague memory and realized what happened to himself and others...

   That was a nightmare.

  He was only lucky that he and his family members were still alive. Although they were crazy, they didn't eat people, nor were they killed.

   Before dawn, he went to the neighbor's house to take a look, and found that the crazy woman had hanged herself, and only a child shrunk in swaddling clothes was left babbling and crying.

  Maybe it was the mother's instinct, maybe it was the husband's corpse that she had eaten for long enough, but she didn't eat the child too.

  Hammer couldn't bear it, so he took the poor child back to his home, and gave him the same scribbled name as his father.

  From now on, the bench has changed from a twenty-one-two-year-old boy to a half-old kid.

   He still has to talk to the manager in a while.

  I believe that adult will understand him, and count the child as his name. And in this way, he will be able to pay less rations this winter.

  In order to change his mood, Hammer, who walked outside the house, took a deep breath, but the lingering smell of blood made his mood hard to get better.

  But now is not the time to be in a daze.

  According to the rules, he must arrive at the cowshed with farm tools before dawn and wait for the supervisor in charge to arrange today's work.

  Running across several dirt roads, he pushed open the fence and entered the door panting, and finally arrived at the cowshed before he was late.

  Many people stood under the dilapidated wooden shed.

   Seeing that everyone was almost there, Hammer panicked, thinking that he would probably have to eat the whip, so he walked over bravely.

  However, at this time, he was surprised to see that the overseer who usually guarded the door had disappeared.

   Rare!

   Today the sun really came out from the west!

  Walking into the shed, Hammer soon realized that he was too happy to be happy. It wasn't that the supervisor didn't come, but he was discussing something with several servants under the housekeeper.

  The heart that had just let go tightened again, and he walked over timidly.

"grown ups…"

  He was about to clarify the matter of the bench family, and asked if he could pay less rations at the end of next year, but the supervisor drove him away impatiently.

   "Get out, I don't have time to talk to you."

   Didn't even bother to look at the hammer, he warned the muddy leg to get away with his eyes, and then continued to whisper with the servants.

   "Commander Luo Feihui seems to be dead too..."

   "Didn't he have a younger brother?"

   "His brother is a centurion, what use can he be!"

   "It's difficult, he seems to have the most ideas."

   "Where are the other officers? What do they think?"

   "It's hard to say..."

   He heard those people whispering vaguely, and a blank expression appeared on Hammer's face.

   What are they talking about?

   And what disturbed him the most was not the outrageous things they said, but the unscrupulousness they said standing here.

  This settlement seems to be changing...

  Unable to fit into that circle, Hammer could only go where he was supposed to go, standing with the farmers standing in groups of three or four.

  Maybe seeing those overseers talking about the master's family unscrupulously, these normally submissive guys also became bolder.

   "Master is gone... what can we do."

   "Heh, if he didn't want to grow those fruits and invited those gods who recite scriptures from the south, how could this happen!"

   "Exactly! Is it bad to grow camu camu?"

   "Master can't help it either, isn't the camu camu sold for a price, the factory owners in the north don't know why they don't accept that stuff this year."

"Hey!"

  The more they talked, the more they sighed, and they were worried about each other, but there was nothing they could do.

  They were not entirely worried about the uncertain future, but more because they didn't know who to blame for a while.

yes.

   Who is to blame?

   Should the factory owners in the River Valley Province be blamed for not taking care of their business, or should the farms in the Luoxia Province be blamed for stealing their business? Or maybe it's the slanderous person next to the master, or the master himself is a little bit confused.

   Of course, the alliance is not a good thing.

  If they hadn't sneaked in to stimulate the group of magic sticks, how could those people not suddenly do such extreme things.

  Pine Cone Farm is the largest settlement in Jinhe City. Will sacrificing this settlement be of any benefit to the Church?

  They have joined the Church of the Torch a long time ago, dedicating everything to the supreme Son, those people have no reason to come and harm them.

   After all, this makes no sense at all.

   Shepherds would occasionally take a sheep out of the pen and kill it, but no madman would kill all the sheep at once.

   This is no good at all!

  Seeing everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Hammer couldn't help but said.

   "What are you all talking about... Didn't the master still have a daughter who survived?"

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

   A wrinkled man couldn't help but reminded him.

   "She's only eight years old."

"So what? Even if she's only eight years old... She still has the blood of the master, and she is also the heir of this farm. If something like this happened, you have to take care of us." When he said this, Hammer's heart In fact, it was a little bit selfish.

  Master is not easy to deceive and has a hard heart, but the child should be easy to deceive. His nose and tears must soften his heart.

  If that lady is really allowed to be the farmer, the days to come will be easier. Anyway, he is just a farmer, who is not a farmer?

  The farmer beside him echoed.

   "Someone really has to take care of it."

  Although he doesn't think an eight-year-old child can control anything, he agrees with the second part of this guy's sentence, that someone really needs to control it.

  Other farmers also nodded in agreement.

   Just then, a loud voice came from the side.

   "That's right! It's not okay to go on like this, someone really needs to take care of it!"

   While speaking, the supervisor came over.

  When everyone saw that face, they all dispersed in fear, but they didn't expect that the man who was usually fierce and fierce, now had a warm smile on his face.

  Hammer is the most surprising.

  Because only a few minutes ago, he was given a hard stare by the overseer.

  That dog-like eyes...

   It almost scared his soul out.

   Didn't care about everyone's frightened expressions, the overseer continued with a smile on his face.

   "Whether it's the respected lady, or the commander-in-chief, or someone capable under the steward...someone must come out to take charge of the overall situation."

  Looking at the people who were whispering and even nodding frequently, the smile on the overseer's face became brighter, although there was a bit of irony behind the smile.

   These guys are natural animals, like sheep in a sheep pen. Even if you take them outside, they won't go far at all.

  The weather on this farm has changed. These guys are still thinking about what to do today, and whether they can pay less rations tomorrow.

   Sure enough, slaves are slaves all their lives.

   And he was different.

  What others saw was the sky falling, but what he saw was the hope of becoming a master.

  Seeing the smile on the supervisor's face, Hammer suddenly shuddered.

   What made him shudder was not the coldness in the smile, he didn't see anything at that level, but that something like that happened just a few hours ago, and this guy could still laugh.

  The overseer didn't look at him at all, but continued in that loud voice.

  “Now is the time when future farmers need us. Let’s go to the gate of the manor to petition together. We will support whoever is willing to come out and preside over the overall situation.”

   "Who wants to come with me?"

  If he can stand by the future master when he needs it the most, with this credit, he might even become the butler of the farm, and ascend to the sky in one step!

  However, he kept his eyes open and used the word "future farmer" very cleverly, so that even if he made a wrong bet, he could change his words in time without losing ground.

  What if?

   In case the officers reach a consensus and decide to support the young lady, it is not entirely impossible.

   Everyone looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't have as many thoughts as him, just pure panic.

   There is an unwritten rule on this farm, unless the steward orders them to help in the manor, they are not allowed to get close to the old manor.

   Moreover, farming is their job.

   Running around without finishing work is not something that can be uncovered with a few whips, or you may be shot.

  Seeing the concern in those eyes, the supervisor smiled and continued.

   "Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"

  Hearing this sentence, everyone finally let go of their worries, and they all agreed excitedly, completely standing on the side of the supervisor.

  Under the call of the supervisor, everyone carried farm tools and headed towards the manor. Although Hammer didn't want to get involved and just wanted to do farm work, but seeing everyone had gone, they could only bite the bullet and keep up.

  Perhaps because of the tragic nightmare last night, there were no people on the relatively spacious street, let alone soldiers patrolling and checking.

   But when he reached the gate of the manor, the supervisor was dumbfounded. He saw that there was already a sea of ​​people in front of the imposing gate, and there were all kinds of people.

  Obviously, he was not the only one who had opportunistic ideas, and everyone happened to think of going together.

  But unfortunately, the most critical person who stood up and presided over the overall situation happened to be missing.

   There is no competition for the position of the rancher here at all.

  He didn't see the powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old lady, or the master's confidant housekeeper.

  Only a few Union soldiers stood at the door.

  Looking at the crowds gathering on the street, the smoking cessation standing at the door is also a headache.

  The alliance's guard regiment has already controlled several officers on the farm. Those guys cooperated after seeing the power of the mind interference device, but they didn't expect the serfs, who were least likely to make trouble, to make a fuss.

  Killer Dagger glanced at Quit Smoking with a guilty conscience.

   "What the **** are they trying to do..."

  These people just stood there without speaking.

   Quit smoking and swallowed.

"How would I know…"

  Just now they received information from the Army Command that the mutant troops are on their way here, but they don't know exactly which direction they are coming from.

  The manager told them to be more careful, and to protect the psychic interference device located in the annex.

  At this juncture, they don't have time to deal with these guys.

   Staring like this is not an option, Quit Smoking cleared his throat, and shouted loudly in a substandard human language.

   "Friends of Pine Cone Farm, what are you doing here?"

   There was a commotion in the crowd.

   After a while, one person plucked up the courage to shout.

   "We want to know... who the new farmer is, and where the housekeeper is. Someone has to arrange today's work."

   Soon someone responded, and everyone nodded.

   "Exactly!"

   "Please...help us call the master here."

  嗐!

   That's it!

  Quitting Smoking Hearing this, he smiled and replied without thinking.

   "Don't worry, there will be no farmers here in the future!"

   "You have been liberated, and all the food you grow is your own. Go home!"

   After finishing pretending, Quit Smoking was waiting for people to cheer, but he didn't expect that just after the voice fell, the originally peaceful scene exploded in an instant.

  Hearing that there were no more farmers here, Hammer, who was standing in the crowd, panicked. Just as he was about to speak, the face of the supervisor next to him changed drastically, and he yelled out before him.

   "How can that work!"

  —

   (Thank you again for Brother Jingjing’s Silver Alliance! I’m so ashamed, I asked for leave yesterday... I’m really sorry. T.T)