This Game Is Too Realistic

Sperger is back.

And I met the manager!

Boulder City Hall.

When they saw the familiar face appear at the door, everyone from the workers' association immediately rushed forward excitedly and surrounded him.

"Wait a minute! Don't ask me about the manuscript yet!" Looking at the surging crowd, Sperger seemed to have guessed what they would say, and immediately screamed, "I have something important to say!"

"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense," Lovett urged, reaching out to hook his shoulder, "You said you wanted to go to the northern suburbs, and now you have been there too. What's the story behind it? A chapter in the Great Revolution. How's it going?"

"Now I have something more important to say than that!"

Pushing Lovett's hand away, Sperger signaled everyone to be quiet, cleared his throat and said.

"He let me try on his power armor, and it's really extraordinary... Even with a physique like mine, wearing power armor can give me giant-like strength!"

An electrician couldn't help but said.

"It's incredible...he really let you wear it."

Other workers also cheered jokingly.

"I don't believe it! Your coat doesn't stink him to death?"

"that is!"

"You're bragging!"

For everyone's teasing, Sperger didn't take it to heart, because he knew that what was true could not be faked, and what was fake could not be true.

"Whether you believe it or not, that gentleman is actually a very easy-going person, and he doesn't care too much. Although his guard is a bit scary, the young man kept staring at me, so that I didn't even dare to mention borrowing the bathroom. Son…but these are not the point.”

Lovett swallowed.

"What's the point?"

Is there anything more outrageous than a canner being treated as a guest by the league's administrators and asked to try on power armor?

Everyone stared at Sperger intently, waiting for him to continue.

A happy smile appeared on Sberg's face, as if his dream had come true.

"Awakened ones can defeat powered armor! This is what the manager told me personally! He is both an awakened one and has powered armor. No one knows better than him!"

There was an exclamation of exclamation from the crowd.

That title really bothered them for a long time.

Even because of the title, Boll's story was often laughed at by the illiterate members of the militia.

Although it was just a trivial matter, the controversy is finally over.

Lovett clenched his fists excitedly: "I'm just saying that the title is not an exaggeration at all! I'm going to tell him about Joey's bastard right now!"

Seeing Lovett turning around excitedly and about to go out, Sperger quickly stretched out his hand to hold him.

"Stop it, it's not worth it."

He didn't like the militia men.

But the Revolution is over, and what is needed most now is unity.

The workers standing aside laughed and patted Sberg on the shoulder.

"Don't look at Lovett like that. He and Joey have a good relationship."

Another worker also said with a smile.

"That's right! Joey is not a stingy person. He is one of the few people in the militia who is willing to tell the truth. Don't make his ending too miserable."

"Joy? Is he in the book? Forget it..." Sperger scratched his head, unable to remember that this character existed in Boll's story.

But he planned to write about a centurion who stood on the side of the people.

After all, when he was in prison, he did go too far with the militia, but in fact there were good people among those soldiers.

Regardless of whether those guys sided with the poor guys because they couldn't get paid, couldn't get money, or some other reason, this was a victory for all of them.

This will never change.

Alyssa stood at the edge of the crowd.

She held a letter in her hand. She wanted to get through but couldn't squeeze in. She could only try to stand on tiptoes and shake her arms.

Siberg quickly noticed her, opened a path through the crowd, came to her, and said with a smile.

"Can I help you?"

Alyssa nodded vigorously, and a rare nervousness appeared on Alyssa's face.

"Um...is there any reply?"

Upon hearing this, Sperger scratched his head.

He came back empty-handed.

The alliance has already stated their attitude and choice with actions, and this is more important to them than anything else, but he feels that the little girl in front of him expects more than this.

But he still chose to tell the truth.

"No……"

Looking at Alyssa's disappointed eyes, Sperger thought for a while, sighed and continued.

"Actually...I feel like that gentleman is a little guilty."

Alyssa was stunned.

"……Guilty?"

"Well," Sperger nodded and said while recalling the situation at the time, "After reading your letter, I noticed a clear change in his expression... It's like, your choice is him It’s the same as expected.”

Those big shots don't always have everything figured out, he was convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.

Even if you are as smart as that gentleman, you will have an outcome that you cannot predict.

As for the manager of the alliance, as he saw, he was just an ordinary human being, not one with three heads and six arms.

It's just that the worship of him by many followers has given a different meaning to his identity.

It is precisely because of this that he will carefully consider the impact of every choice and will regret unexpected mistakes.

"Why?" Not understanding the truth, Alyssa looked at him anxiously and asked, "Did I...did I do anything wrong?"

Sperger scratched the back of his head.

"No, this has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's better to say that you did so well that it made him feel a little guilty. He probably didn't expect that his words would push a passionate young man to the edge of the cliff. How should I put it? I feel like he wanted to praise you for doing a great job, but he restrained himself."

Sberg felt that the reason why he could detect this might be because he had experienced the same feeling in his heart.

Especially when you see the ending in the screening room.

The co-workers carried his body towards the inner city, and then fell in pieces. The whole street was stained with blood... Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but shed tears.

If there were no "Daily Survivor", and later "Workers' Daily", and the resulting "Boll the Awakener", I am afraid there would not be those passionate workers, and this jungle-like casino would most likely not be Still open for business.

He did not regret bravely reading out the contents of the newspaper, but he still felt a little scared when he thought about it. This was not a contradiction.

If a single word can turn a cowardly person into a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, then it is entirely possible that a letter will be regarded as an imperial edict by a group of people.

Even if Alyssa doesn't have that idea, there will still be some speculators who have this idea.

Not surprisingly, the next city lord should be born in the workers' association or militia, or it may be a citizen.

But if the administrator wrote that letter, fanatical people might push a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to a place she shouldn't be.

She has done enough.

Solving the current problems in Boulder City cannot be achieved by calling on everyone to grow vegetables in flower pots. Many people do not have potted plants at home.

Ideals can bring almost impossible miracles to the earth, but more realistic methods must be used to maintain them.

Otherwise it will be another kind of hell...

Looking at the disappointed Alyssa, Sperger had an idea and spoke.

"It's normal that you don't understand. In fact, I only figured out some things after walking through the gate of hell... For example, you don't have to wait until spring to meet the people you want to see and do the things you want to do."

Alyssa was stunned for a moment.

"You don't have to wait until spring?"

"Yes, when I wrote back to my editor, Ms. Dolly, I said that I would go to the Alliance in the spring, but actually I should go right away... You have a letter you want to send to that gentleman, right?" Si Berg looked at the envelope in Alyssa's hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you bring it to him yourself? He happens to be in this settlement and will probably stay for a few days."

"It's not convenient for him to reply to you, but if you want to talk to him in person, and it's in private, I think he won't be stingy with a few compliments!"

…

At the same time, a large and prosperous city-state was located in the northern corridor of the River Valley Province, on the plains adjacent to the Great Rift Valley.

This city of one million people is like an island in the wilderness.

The red and blue interlaced light image is extremely ideal city.

But it's just like.

Whether it is size, population, productivity, or something at its core, this settlement called the Free State can be called the opposite of an ideal city.

Prosthetics and psychotropic drugs are rampant in the streets and alleys. Cheap virtual dreams are like fragile dreams, healing people's wounds and satisfying all their fantasies.

Of course, there is more than just depravity and desolation here, there is also a good side.

Just like here, there are free refrigerators but you need to watch a two-minute ad, and there are floor-to-ceiling apartments with spotless floor-to-ceiling windows both inside and outside.

Rich or poor, anyone of value to this settlement, no matter how much, can live here.

The puppets supported by the Great Rift Valley built this settlement and laid down a series of rules over its head.

People of the old era had high hopes for it, hoping that it would become the second Ministry of Production - an ideal city that truly served the wasteland and obeyed the old era. However, those planners from above did not ask the survivors living there what they wanted to become.

The only power left to the people by their ancestors is to give themselves a name.

So people decided to call this place Bugla.

The bugra is both their currency and the name of the free state.

Because here, only "Bugla" can achieve true freedom, and those who hold "Bugla" can be called living people.

Office of the President of Firestone Group.

Standing in front of the desk, Xavier said respectfully.

"...Recently, a group of immigrants from the south claimed to have been persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder City and applied for asylum to the Bugra authorities."

Sigma, who was sitting in the office chair with his back to him, asked casually.

"What's their opinion?"

"As before, they plan to hand over this problem to the Great Rift Valley for review... Xavier looked at the real emperor with respect and asked cautiously, 'What's your opinion?"

"I think they did a good job."

Sigma suddenly laughed out loud and said in a teasing tone, "Just in time to show the old guys in the Great Rift Valley what a bunch of things they have raised."

certainly.

Following the style of the Great Rift Valley, these "shames" will be treated tolerantly and the Free State authorities will provide them with regular alimony for the rest of their lives.

I've heard of Sigma.

To this day, the old man who has lived the longest is still bitter about the disintegration of the post-war reconstruction committee and the fact that each settlement was left to fend for itself.

He has no objection.

Since the old man is so nostalgic, just let these bugs live.

Ugliness also has an ugly meaning.

Letting those maggots continue to live would be the greatest humiliation to the Zhan Zhan Construction Committee.

Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.

"You are really good at predicting things. Boulder City won't even be able to survive this winter."

Most of the senior management of Firestone Group believe that Boulder City can at least survive this winter, and the wave of early spring is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

After all, logically speaking, the Alliance needs Boulder City to share the pressure of the wave. It will definitely not watch Boulder City collapse, and will even help them delay the crisis.

Thinking this way shows that they don’t understand the league and the manager at all.

As expected, there are people everywhere who ignore objective conditions and apply mechanically.

Sigma smiled lightly and said casually.

"...The demise of Boulder City is inevitable. A large amount of resources are concentrated in the hands of a group of wastes. They use a system that will not create any value for you to select the winners, and the winners will not have any property. It is obtained from actual production and operations.

It's like putting a gun in the hand of a blind man and giving a cane to a strong man. It's a miracle that they can survive to this day. "

Firestone is completely different.

Only those who create value for the company can be promoted in the workplace, and things like blood are worthless here.

Even the children of company executives must be selected by the education system before they can hold a specific position and be the company's dog.

He himself is the best example.

He was little more than a ghetto thief when he replaced the last president at this desk.

"What about the Alliance?" Xavier asked curiously, "How far do you think those people can go."

"The Alliance is another thing," Sigma said calmly. "They are another kind of legion. They may go very far, or they may disappear soon."

Xavier asked with a frown.

"Do you think they are also militaristic?"

Sigma pouted.

"Do you understand the Legion only as militarism? Like slavery, enfeoffment, and clone troops, they are just means to an end. The Valantians use a racial narrative, while the Alliance uses another. Narrative. Their goals are very clear. One is to unite all the Wilrantians, and the other is to unite all the survivors. This is the fundamental difference in the line, and that’s it.”

If the Legion wins, an empire ruled by new humans will probably be born on this planet.

And if the alliance wins, a new People's Alliance will probably be born.

If Boulder wins...

The probability is so small that almost no one takes it seriously.

As for the Bugla Free State.

In the future he designs for the Free State, they need to first break away from the control of the legacy of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and then win over all the wastelanders in this wasteland who were abandoned by the ideal city.

In fact, Firestone Group has been carrying out these two tasks simultaneously.

Whether it was the legion's expedition or the Bone Chewing Rebellion, they injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the Free State at his feet. Most of the officers who could not return to Triumph City stayed in the Free State and were driven away by the new authorities in Boulder City. The nobles also ran over.

Eventually they will become an ideal city in another sense!

A paradise where all wastelanders can indulge themselves without worrying about drowning in dreams!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing the look in Sigma's eyes, Xavier bowed slightly, opened the door and left the office.

A man in formal attire passed by him, stood in front of Sigma's desk, and said in a deep voice.

"There's new news from Boulder City."

Sigma looked at him eagerly.

"Have you found that weapon?"

The man hesitated and shook his head.

"No……"

Sigma was silent for a moment.

"Where's Rhine?"

The man lowered his head and said.

"……died."

Sigma took a deep breath, stood up from the office chair, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

He looked beyond the neon-lit high-rise buildings to the endless wilderness to the south, and cursed after a long time.

"Oh shit!"

Big loss!

…

Garbage City.

There was silence in the circular council chamber.

Just now, the news of the drastic changes that took place in Boulder City and the fact that it became the fifth settlement of the Alliance finally reached here.

When they learned that a large number of inner-city residents had been deported, almost all the congressmen had shuddering expressions on their faces.

As one of the old survivor forces in the wasteland, and a beacon shining on the southern part of the River Valley province for a century and a half, Boulder City has largely served as a role model.

Even if their method is not the best, it is indeed feasible to reverse history in the wasteland.

Whether it was the earliest Red River Town or the rubbish city beneath their feet, there would be some shadow of Boulder City, imitating the ruling model of the inner city nobles.

And now, from the exiled residents of the inner city of Boulder City, they seem to see their own future.

Almost every congressman became nervous and chatted wildly on the conference table.

"I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of workers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers also joined in the fun..."

"But we can't close all the factories and drive away the scavengers."

"Maybe we should improve their treatment."

"At least improve the treatment of soldiers!"

"Reserve some dinars or cr. At least if our currency is destroyed, we can still use foreign currency to pay soldiers..."

This sentence has been recognized by many people.

Many members could not help but nod their heads, and even the Speaker, who was sitting at the top of the chair, rarely expressed his position early.

"That's a good idea."

Not only dinars and crs, but also silver coins must be included in the foreign exchange that needs to be reserved!

Otherwise, Boulder City’s today is their tomorrow!

Garbage City will gradually increase its holdings of silver coins through trade in a planned manner until the reserve of silver coins is close to about 200 million.

At the same time, they also had to purchase bonds denominated in silver coins issued by the Union Bank to hedge against the inflation of the silver coins themselves.

Although everyone knows that this is a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution, it is better than doing nothing.

Just think of paying protection fees to this powerful neighbor.

What makes all the members of the Garbage City shudder is that less than a year after the alliance was established, those poisonous ideas have already riddled the towering dam full of holes.

They couldn't help but think of the future.

I heard that some wastelanders from Dawn City brought over the "Daily Survivor" there, and some even started a business of printing newspapers, and talked about Bol's story in the beer hall. story.

They can't take newspapers away from people's hands, right?

But if the survivors of the garbage city follow suit...

The more the members of the House of Representatives thought about it, the more frightened they became. Finally, someone couldn't help but raised his hand and suggested.

"How about we follow the example of our neighbors, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to... the Garbage Alliance?"

Before he could finish his words, he was sprayed back by the congressman sitting not far away.

"Are you crazy?! Do you think you have a long life?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it and read it again, and then he realized that he had thought of some damn name.

He said sorry with a dumbfounded look on his face, and under the murderous glares of the crowd, he took his hand back dejectedly.

But apart from that, he really couldn't think of any better and usable method...

The same scene is not only happening in Garbage City, but also in various settlements in the River Valley Province.

Facing the collapsed boulder building, some people saw the long night falling, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.

They are insignificant people in the wasteland, including slaves in the mines, wandering herdsmen, and scavengers soaking in the garbage.

Most of them don't know Bol's story.

But they knew that in a place called Qingquan City, a group of survivors united and defeated the evil dragon that enslaved them!

This devastated ruins finally ushered in a new light...

…

Right in the center of Boulder City.

Facing the ruins of the Monolithic Building, Malvern's weather-beaten face was filled with haggard and dejection.

Old Luca glanced at him.

"Do you regret it?"

"I...what do I have to regret?" Malvern looked away from the ruins and sighed softly and said, "Sooner or later."

He knows it very well.

What defeated them was neither the debt of more than 3 billion, nor the S coins that were fired to the sky, but the greed in their hearts.

But there was nothing he could do.

He has used every method at his disposal.

Luka withdrew his gaze from him and said as he looked at the aged ruins in front of him.

"The manager said you were a smart man. You were the first person to notice that this train needed to brake."

Malvern smiled bitterly and said mockingly.

"On the contrary, not only am I not a smart person, but I am also hopelessly stupid. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen it clearly until the end..."

In the end, their family's sins will have to be washed away by the fairy tale he left in his little daughter's heart...

This is what makes him most ashamed.

Luka did not look at him, but simply explained his purpose in a concise manner.

"The administrator asked me to give you a task."

Malvern looked at him and asked.

"Any mission..."

Luka continued.

"Compile your history into a book and record objectively and in detail what happened in this settlement over the past two hundred years.

He needs a book like this in his library, and so will the Alliance's library. "

Malvern said with a wry smile.

"Is this some kind of collecting habit?"

"He said this was one of his jobs," Luka glanced at the old man, who was only a few years younger than him, and continued, "If you really want to atone for your past sins, do this last thing seriously. Or do you think you can still do physical work at your age?"

Malvin was slightly stunned.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

"I will do this seriously."

Atonement...

ah……

What a kind man.

Malvin suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.

He's right.

If you don’t want to bring regrets and remorse into the coffin, this is the only thing you can do and it’s too late——

Put the final nail into this rotten coffin.

Seeing the gratitude that appeared behind his cloudy pupils, Luka said nothing, just nodded briefly, and left with his back to the ruins of the Stonehenge...

–

(The cold is getting better. The fever is almost gone in the past few days. I will have to go out to collect materials in a few days. I will try to keep updating this month so that the outbreak will continue after a while.)

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