This Game Is Too Realistic

[Dear Your Majesty Saren, the evacuation of West Sails Port is nearing completion. In accordance with your instructions, we have taken over all the assets of the Southern Army and handed over the remaining facilities to our puppets.

General Grove wants us to increase his bounty on the playing cards to fifteen million dinars, and the rank of Captain Gibson whom he defeated...I would say this is unreasonable, but his explanation There is some truth to this. He thinks that Guion or Tyr forgot to increase his bounty and promote Captain Gibson.

We also cannot understand why General Gurion appointed a one-star commander to lead the southern front troops, but the commander of the northern front troops fighting against the Borneo Northern Field Army and the Mammoth Army was indeed a two-star commander. , there is no doubt about this.

Anyway, it's all up to you.

——Xifan Port Temporary Headquarters]

[Tell him to go find Tyr.

——Eastern Empire Nord City Palace News]

…

Ravenca Industrial Estate.

Next to the dusty construction site, figures as fast as the wind shuttled through the streets.

It’s time to get off work and it’s time for everything to come back to life.

The young men coming off the assembly line rushed out of the factory like free-spirited ducks, rushing home in waves, and then rushing to the market in waves.

They spent a lot of money to buy bicycles, but they could still scrape together bits and pieces of coins.

With the change, they bargained with stall owners in the market, exchanging some odds and ends such as nail clippers, markers, and short-sleeved shirts from the stalls.

They didn't know what the use of buying this thing was. They just thought it was so worth it that a small steel jumper or piece of paper could actually "make a big difference with a small thing"!

Jealous of the magical power of "exchanging everything", some people took risks and made fake banknotes, and even drew them with pencils. However, after being beaten with iron fists and sticks, these guys who dared to use and accepted All are honest.

In addition, some fashionable literary and artistic young people bought stereos, and some bought karaoke machines.

Listening to the CD imported from the Alliance, they not only sang about the desolation in the wasteland with their sandy voices, but also rented it to others for a half-hour price of one silver coin to share.

When a need arises, there are people who can solve it.

After discovering that some outsiders were making money by doing business, some flexible local wastelanders also began to guard the docks. When the cargo ships docked, they swarmed them and brought in large and small packages of goods to the factory. Set up a stall.

These are smart people who can save money.

They did not waste the first salary they earned on extravagant outfits, but used it as start-up capital to start a business.

It won't be long before they become the first survivors of this settlement to have "credit."

Banks will be happy to lend them money to help them turn their small business into a big one.

This is how the prototype of a market was formed.

It’s not just the vendors who are happy, but also the craftsmen.

Rasov, who sold bicycles, made the first pot of gold, and the bicycle masters of Golden Gallen Port who followed him to the Lavinka Industrial Zone made the second pot of gold.

Some people saw the business opportunities and asked the shipping company to drag some bicycles or bicycle locks in from the Golden Gallen Port, and opened local bicycle shops that also operated bicycle repairs.

Although there are currently only more than 300,000 people in the Ravenka Industrial Zone, the Southern Legion's colonies cover an area of ​​2.7 million square kilometers, and the uncolonized desert interior is even more vast.

The sand is not valuable, but the remains buried under the sand are quite valuable.

And for a long time to come, there will be shelters opening there one after another.

After capturing the radio signal from Ravenka Industrial Area, some of them will definitely try to find it...

In any case, Hope, the head of the development foundation responsible for reform, did fulfill his original promise - to let the "animals" in the desert run.

Fang Chang is also quite satisfied with his work, which saves him a lot of time in repeated operations.

Many things can be implemented into specific policies just by mentioning them a little.

Very strong.

The starting point is much higher than that of Jodu, the mayor of Golden Gallen Port whom he trained before.

In general, the difficulty of "clearing" this area should not be greater than that of Golden Gallen Port or even Borneo Province.

More than 2,000 tribes may sound scary, but in fact, when the number reaches a certain level, it is no longer a "bad thing" but becomes a "good thing".

At least from the perspective of a "manager", this means that these indigestible wastelanders are cut into tiny atoms, like chewed food.

The situation in Borneo is different.

On the surface, there are thousands of tribes living there, but if you get closer, you will easily find that the people living under a thousand "totem poles" actually share a set of theories and believe in the "true god" Lowell. ".

Their underlying logic is the same, even though each tribe has completely different surnames and slightly different customs.

Thinking about the difference between the two, a concept that he heard about in the early version a long time ago suddenly popped into Fang Chang's mind -

"honeycomb."

This word has appeared several times in the research report on "Gaia" by the Alliance Institute of Biology, and it has been established as a joint research project of the Academy of Social Sciences.

At the beginning, he looked up the information that existed on the game background board purely because he wanted to understand the world and learn Renlian.

As they went deeper into the wasteland, and gradually the center of the old battlefield went to the wasteland swept by the "aftermath", these data were gradually put aside by him.

Now he recalled it again.

He still remembered that in a research report, a researcher whose name he could no longer remember put forward his conjecture about the origin of the consciousness of "Gaia".

The researcher believed that "Gaia" was not an advanced civilization that evolved directly from slime mold, but was the result of an advanced civilization falling from a higher life form.

That is, a downward spiral.

If a mortal wants to defeat a giant, he does not necessarily have to become a taller and stronger giant.

You can also become a cockroach.

Even if the giant can crush a cockroach to death, he cannot crush all the cockroaches to death.

As long as they breed wildly where the giants cannot see them, the cockroaches with a wider diet and greater adaptability will eventually win.

The existence of human civilization is too short, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of the entire evolutionary tree from itself.

But if you stretch the timeline to a sufficient length, you can actually find evidence on Earth.

For example, the cockroach, which was born in the Carboniferous Period, eliminated the dinosaurs that were much higher in the food chain.

Generally speaking, of course people cannot turn into cockroaches, but the technology to turn into another mammal exists in the background of "Wasteland OL".

For example, in the "Eternal" project of Vault 79, some researchers proposed to use existing genetic technology to build a powerful species that can survive the wasteland era and carry human consciousness.

Although the plan ultimately failed, it was not a total failure - at least two people succeeded, and one of them is still in Vault 79.

As for the deathclaws, they were all over the wasteland.

In fact, this is the compromise made by higher organisms or civilization to the original principles for the continuation of civilization, or an act of "active dimensionality reduction" of its civilization.

Based on these existing clues, the researcher proposed a hypothesis.

Suppose there is a group of people named Gaia on an isolated planet.

There are two main branches ab in this group.

In order to defeat each other, they all abandoned their bottom line, and eventually transformed from giants into slime molds - and neither side could ever go back.

This process is not completed instantly, and may be an extremely long process of gaming and internal friction.

First they have to humble themselves in the dust and do anything to survive.

Then, both sides lowered their bottom line bit by bit, from giants to mortals, and then from mortals to cockroaches... Finally, the demands on the environment were reduced step by step, until every cell was soaked in the culture medium.

And when their own dimensionality reduction reaches the extreme, giving up all goals except "existence", and like a spring compressed to the limit, when it can no longer be compressed... they finally ushered in the collapse The final "big bang".

No one knows exactly what the universe looked like before the Big Bang.

The same is true for the "Gaias" who lived before the Big Bang - no one knows where they will be, where they will go, and what they will become after the explosion.

Countless smart individuals have come up with the optimal solution under the game of the law of the jungle——

That is the will to destroy the individual.

Destroy it.

We are tired.

Thus, the hive consciousness was born.

He brings everything into order, and there is no longer an endless struggle between species, nor any upward or downward spiral.

Under His will, the dead planet will revive again, and all nutrients will serve a final and only consensus——

That is "being".

Or--

Stay alive.

They will exist in the empty universe forever, forgetting everything about the past, and rely on the fragments left in their DNA to eat, reproduce, expand...or remain still.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis put forward by a researcher in "Wasteland OL" about the planet Gaia, and it is not the final conclusion.

However, what was horrifying to think about was that Fang Chang suddenly discovered that Tier actually took this evil path - if he couldn't become a giant, he would become a cockroach.

Perhaps Tyr could win miserably in the brutal competition by constantly breaking through the bottom line, but he might be completely wiped out by an enemy who suddenly wakes up and breaks through the bottom line just one second before victory.

Or, evenly matched parties establish a lasting and painful balance, constantly lowering the bottom line to see who can't stand it first.

However, it is obvious that the Southern Army is not strong enough to allow the alliance to break through the bottom line.

As for the province of Borneo where they fought, what happened was another story.

The survivors there are themselves "Gaia".

In other words, they are in the early stages of the game when Gaia undergoes a "big bang" and is reborn.

Most of the "abnormal" mutants who did not evolve "camouflage" were either killed or forced to flee.

As for what the future will be like, it’s not certain…

…

As usual, Fang Chang sat in the office and read the report sent by Hope.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and he answered casually.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A young man wearing a Mammoth Kingdom military uniform walked in under the leadership of a staff member of the Autonomous Committee.

There was a simple murderous aura about him, and his dull face didn't have much expression, and he didn't even look like he could fight.

But no one would doubt that this skinny young man could kill a strong man who was far stronger than him with just one move.

All he knows are killing techniques.

In fact, there are not often such people in the wasteland. After all, the wasteland is more desolate. If you really want to say that the corpses are probably only many in the tribe of predators or mutants.

The staff member looked at Fang Chang sitting behind the desk with a nervous expression on his face and said.

"He insisted on seeing you... and said he must hand over the contents of the box to you."

"I know."

Putting down the report in his hand, Fang Chang looked him up and down, and couldn't help but tremble slightly when his eyes stopped on his hand.

"Ackerman, 1st Stormtrooper Battalion..."

The boy introduced himself, walked forward silently, and placed the box on the table, "...Our father, Lacy, asked us to return it to you."

Fang Chang knew what was in that box without even looking.

He took a deep breath and pressed his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, trying not to let anyone hear his silent emotions.

"...What else did he say?"

Ackerman whispered.

"He said that he will repay your kindness in his next life."

this world……

Is this really just a game?

Fang Chang was speechless for a long time with his eyes closed, and finally everything he wanted to say turned into a long sigh.

"I see……"

Ackerman nodded, left a "thank you", then said nothing more and walked away silently following the staff guarding the door.

——

(I was called to Shanghai to participate in a reading event, that Chinese and foreign writers exchange meeting. I took the time to code half a chapter on my mobile phone during the break. Please spare my life for the sake of updating eight or nine thousand words in the past few days. I will try my best. Got it

In addition, it is expected to be completed in March or April next year. The story of "after player intervention and after" has been written. I will write about daily life and extras, write about heavenly beings, Gaia, the Enlightenment Meeting, and recycle the foreshadowing of the previous article. It's basically a waste of money ~ if nothing unexpected happens. ) (End of this chapter)