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Is This Really A Game? - Chapter 212

Published at 27th of June 2023 06:56:44 AM


Chapter 212

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The hatch opens.

Climbing out of the training cabin, [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] raised his head to the ceiling, and let out a groan as if he had been born again.

"God! I am finally alive!"

Three days! Can't go online for three days!

Only he himself knows how he survived these three days.

The first thing after coming out, of course, is to take a shower to get rid of bad luck.

He put on his clothes in a hurry, picked up the VM that was placed on the cabin bow and put it on, [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] rushed into the bathroom at the speed of light, and came out refreshed after a while.

However, when he saw the water bill, his joyful mood instantly turned into MMP.

"Hey! I've only been washing for ten minutes, why is it only 1 silver coin!?"

He clearly remembered that he was stuck and came out at the last second of 9 minutes and 59 seconds!

Just at this time, a large lizard emerged from the shower next door.

Mr. Garbage glanced at him and laughed.

"Brother, how long has it been since you've been online?"

The Boy On The Construction Site glanced at him.

"Three days! What's the matter?"

"Three days, no wonder you don't know, the bath fee went up yesterday, now 1 silver coin every 10 minutes, and 2 silver coins every minute starting from the 30th minute."

The Boy On The Construction Site was shocked when they heard this.

"1 silver coin for 10 minutes?! Why don't you rob us!"

Mr. Garbage seemed to have expected this reaction from him, and said calmly.

"Calm down, although the bath water is more expensive, the task income has also increased in the past two days. Now that you do the tunnel cleaning task, you can do it once a day, and you can get 50 silver for 40 eaters!"

The Boy On The Construction Site looked at him with disbelief.

"50 silver?! Are you kidding me?"

Mr. Garbage laughed.

"Why lie to you? If you are short of money, I will take you down the tunnel. There are a lot of monsters inside, and there are so many monsters. It's so cool to kill!"

Inflation. Good thing!

You don't need to take a bath every day, but the tasks are to be done every day!

It's not just the quest benefits that are adjusted, but also the type and quantity of quests.

Previously, his income from the tunnel for the next day was only a little over 50 silver, but now it has been directly pulled to 100+, fully doubled!

And it's not just him whose income has risen with the tide, even the newbies have enjoyed a wave of rising income.

Now do the task of "Removing corpses" and carry the nibblers to the recovery point next to the active substance extractor. In the past, 10 of them could only earn 1 silver coin, but now it has become 5 of them for 1 silver.

Many newcomers follow the team to do this job to deliver couriers. If they are lucky, they can even earn 20 silver a day.

This is much more comfortable than earning ten silver coins after working hard for a day!

Checking the task bar through the VM, The Boy On The Construction Site finally understood the meaning of Brother Garbage's words.

The mission income has indeed increased a lot. The task with the lowest reward was the settlement of copper coins, but now the copper coins seem to have disappeared in the task bar. Even for the errand mission with the lowest income, the reward is more than 1 silver coin. If it is an errand mission that spans the settlement of survivors, the reward starts at 5 silver coins.

If you look at it this way...

Isn't it too outrageous that the water bill has increased a little?

"It's only been three days since I've been online... I feel like I've been an OB for three months." Putting down the VM, The Boy On The Construction Site expressed emotion.

Mr. Garbage patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Beta testing, it's normal, just get used to it!"

"I remember that Brother Mole made a special post yesterday, analyzing that the income of this mission will be increased. In fact, the omen is obvious. The second-generation currency system has only revised silver coins, and no copper coins at all. The currency in circulation, so I simply discarded the copper coins!"

[ The Boy On The Construction Site ] He was dumbfounded when he heard that.

After a long time, he asked.

"A good thing or a bad thing."

Mr. Garbage shook his head.

"I don't know, I think it's mixed. It must be uncomfortable for a while if you have a lot of money in your account, but relatively, it's easier to get equipment from now on, which is definitely a good thing for most players."

"Especially the 7mm bullets. The price hasn't increased. It's still 1 silver coin! I see many people who used to be reluctant to fire bursts with full-automatic bullets, but now they can afford a luxury occasionally."

However, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

He can't operate ordinary rifles at all, and it is impossible for the weapon store to design an exclusive weapon for him.

At present, among the heterogeneous sequences that have been opened, only the Ratman does not have this debuff.

It didn't take long, and the good brothers who were paddling on the edge and indebted and big-eyed also came to life one after another, and came out of their respective rooms.

Seeing Brother Paddle coming out of the room, Big Eyes immediately walked up with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Paddle, where are we going to send off the head today?"

Edge paddle and rolled his eyes.

"Go away, it's so unlucky, if you want to give the head to you, I'll have to develop it for a few days first! Damn, don't be so reckless next time, I'm about to burst apart waiting on the forum."

Big Eyes in Debt laughed.

"I understand you, dare to do it next time!"

Edge Paddle: "Rolling his eyes."

Although he haven't played the game for the past three days, Edge Paddle has been hanging on the forum to keep abreast of the latest progress of the game.

Thanks to the heroic efforts of him and his squad, the vanguard of the Bone Chew Tribe has been forced to evacuate from their nearby areas.

In the past three days, there have been strong winds and heavy snow every day. In many places, the snow has even piled up from knees to thighs, enough to bury half a person.

Due to the thick snow on the road, the transportation route from Starwood Farm to and from Tuna District was stopped, and it could barely maintain the operation of the industrial area, as well as the route from the outpost to Starwood Farm.

It is foreseeable that until the spring of next year, the people of the Bone Chew tribe should not continue to march south.

"By the way, who of you knows where to get the medal?"

Swiping on Edge Paddle, he opened the VM and took a look, and found a message in his personal mailbox.

"I read on the VM that it is issued by the manager himself in the manager's office..."

The words were just halfway through.

Suddenly an announcement popped up on the VM.

[ While Server Announcement: The war between shelter 404 and the predators has reached a fever pitch. In order to ensure the supply of wartime supplies, the "Wartime Management Regulations" are now activated to control some daily necessities. The situation is severe, and I hope everyone can overcome it together. ][ Duration: 60 days. ]

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, with surprised expressions on their faces.

This is……

Is there a new expansion coming out??

...

In Article 1 of the "Wartime Management Regulations", green wheat and croissants are listed as controlled varieties, and individual purchases are suspended, and they are distributed uniformly by warehouses.

Article 2: The benchmark prices of staple grains such as corn, wheat, rice, and flour are raised by 200%, and the benchmark prices of by-products such as cabbage and cabbage are raised by 150%.

Article 3: Survivor settlements and temporary shelters directly under the jurisdiction of the refuge will provide residents with the nutrients necessary for survival, and each person can receive two meals per day.

Article 4. Residents receiving relief food are obliged to participate in labor. This includes, but is not limited to, productive work, shelter construction, and mobilization when necessary.

Article 5, ...

There are a total of 18 wartime management regulations, one-third of which are mainly related to players, and the rest are mainly aimed at refugees.

Including arranging for them to build houses, make fuel, and work in factories.

With enough food and fuel to keep warm, the refugees' mood is fairly stable.

On the other hand, the players will be less affected.

Many players even regard "Wartime Regulations" as the third expansion pack in the game - as the continuation of Wasteland OL's first expansion pack "Winter is Coming".

Forum.

Gossip Forum.

Just after the off-line peak period, the topic of "Wartime Regulations" became lively.

Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Is there any class representative to come out and interpret it? What is Light planning again? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)"

Irene: "I'll help you represent. (⁠⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)"

Mole In The Hole: "What's the use of doing that? ᕦ⁠(⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ᕤ???"

Tomorrow Seeker: "Ummm... From the current point of view, the answer for the version should be life professional players, but the most miserable ones are also life professional players. If anyone can figure out how to feed the most people with the least amount of food, they will probably get the version in their favor, I guessed wildly."

Scrambled Eggs: "Why don't we fry noodles, if you don't pay attention to the taste, that thing can fill you up, and the ingredients are simple."

Keeping People Under The Knife: "Treat the symptoms but not the root cause. What is missing is what you eat, not how to eat it. I think we should develop more ingredients!"

Badass Bunny: "For example?"

Irena: "How about cockroaches? I heard that there is a jelly like object made of cockroaches that are edible. (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠ "

Elven King Fugui: "F*ck, old man, you have a strong taste! ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ"

Badass Bunny: "+1, even in the game, I will never eat that stuff!"

Tabletop Cop: "Where's the mouse? Stronger Than Others is famous in our area. ⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠"

Stronger Than Others: "(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ."

Tail: "Why don't we eat the meat? (`?ω?`)"

Roushaa The Big Momo: "Don't! Although my genetic sequence is of a different species, I am also human! ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ"

Killing Chicken At Midnight: "Bear's paw! (ˉ﹃ˉ*)"

Roushaa The Big Momo: "。⁠:゚⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)゚⁠:⁠。"

...

Near the new industrial area.

In front of the abandoned department store.

Untreated logs were piled up in the open space, forming a pyramid shape, and the refugees kept walking by the piles, busy with work.

Some people carried axes and split large logs into small firewood. Others saw them into planks and carried them into abandoned department stores to repair damaged walls and seal leaky doors and windows.

The ventilation in the underground garage was worse than expected. After they came here, they realized that there was simply not enough room for so many people in it. The refugees who were transferred here could only live temporarily on the first floor of the department store.

Fortunately, the people in the refuge sent them a batch of wood and some bricks for the furnace in time by truck.

Thanks to the wood and bricks, it really helped them a lot!

With brick stoves and smoke vents, they were able to draw burning smoke away from the building without risking poison and fire by placing burning charcoal next to their beds.

The rate of fuel consumption has also dropped considerably as broken walls and windows have been sealed up.

The chef set up a big pot at the door, and porridge was cooking in the pot.

Although there was a smell of grass in the surroundings, the tumbling bubbles still made the survivors with red noses somewhat ignite a glimmer of hope for the future life.

The manager in the blue armor didn't break his promise.

The blue coats didn't abandon them.

Life here isn't perfect, but at least it's survivable.

As long as we can survive, there is hope!

...

As of now, it has lasted a total of three days.

The survivors of the five survivor strongholds, including Green Battery Factory, Winter Willow Camp, and Highway Town, have all completed the transfer.

The outermost periphery of the northern suburbs of Spring City has already formed a vacuum zone. The next time those predators come again, I am afraid they will only find some useless garbage nearby.

The plan to clear the wall and clear the field is initially taking shape!

However, due to the blizzard in the past few days and the shortage of food, fuel and other supplies, the relocation plan of the second and third batches had to be suspended.

Lucius made a promise to the remaining seven survivors.

If they were attacked, reinforcements from the shelter would arrive within half an hour, they only needed to hold out for half an hour, and the rest could be handed over to the soldiers in the shelter.

But to be honest, the possibility of being attacked in this kind of ghost weather is less than being frozen to death.

Even on the ten-kilometer road from the outpost to Starwood Farm, the road surface has been repaired and there are no obvious potholes. Trucks passing by here will occasionally break down once or twice, let alone marching in the wilderness.

Considering the potholed road conditions on the wasteland, the large army might not be able to walk a few kilometers before being trapped in the snow and waiting to die.

What's more, the Bone Chew Tribe is located further north, and the situation they face at this moment will not be easier than them. The temperature in the northern suburbs is far more than minus ten degrees, and it may be twenty or thirty degrees.

Even if they eat people. Had to cook the meat too...

This year's cold winter is not only stronger than previous years, it can only be described as tragic.

Lucius went to Beit Street before, and while inspecting the situation there, he chatted with Old Charlie for a while.

Old Charlie said at the time that he had lived here for some years.

And a situation as bad as this year has only appeared twice in his memory...

...

The second day of the implementation of the "Wartime Regulations".

Although the sudden shortage of food supply made life a little worse than before, it did not have an unbearable impact on the players' gaming experience.

The two varieties that are restricted to purchase are mainly green wheat and croissants, while rice, potatoes, wheat, corn and various flours are not included in the purchase restrictions.

The latter can be consumed with the income of the players.

However, the doubling of the base price still puts a lot of pressure on many professional life players who set up stalls.

Market at the North Gate.

It's meal time.

The players sitting in front of Martin's ramen stand shouted loudly.

"Boss Martin, why has the price of your noodles increased again?"

"That's right! It's fine if the meat is thinner than paper, but the plain noodles cost 2 silver coins a bowl!"

"Twice as expensive! Too much!"

Annoyed by the yelling, Martin tapped the cauldron for cooking noodles with a spoon, and said impatiently.

"What's the noise? Go ask the flour seller in the warehouse! One kilogram of cornmeal is sold for 5 silver coins! Is it too much for me to charge you 2 silver coins for two sides? Huh?"

Tomorrow we will sell three silver coins instead!

However, what Martin didn't expect was that the diners sitting in front of the booth didn't buy it and continued to shout.

"Hey! I said why there are so few noodles here, so it's only two taels!"

"I can't say it's too much, it's too much!"

"Where is the Market Supervision Bureau? I want to call the police. There is a black-hearted merchant here who is cutting corners!"

Martin: "@#%!"

Mother skin! I will sell a bowl for three silver coins tomorrow!

It wasn't just ramen sellers who had raised prices, but also barbecue sellers and mantou bun sellers.

Only at this time, the players couldn't stop missing Boss Yaya's mushroom.

That silver coin and bowl of mushroom soup is simply a ray of hope in the cold winter.

I used to think it was expensive, but now I think it is really cheap.

When Mushroom Beach resumes business in the spring of next year, I hope Boss Yaya can keep some good memories for them, and don’t raise the price...

Walking into the market at the north gate, Lucius was thinking about what to eat tonight while listening to the voices of the players.

Understanding people's sentiments is also part of the Manager's job.

After all, if you only look at one report, it is easy to fall into the misunderstanding of a "Map strategist".

On the whole, the impact of this round of price increases is still controllable, and the effect can be considered to have met Lucius's expectations.

The average daily income of players has increased by 50% to 100%, the prices of food and clothing daily necessities have increased by 100% to 150%, and the prices of industrial products such as weapons and bullets have remained unchanged, which is equivalent to a price cut.

In a word, life professional players are not weakened, and combat professional players are epic-level enhancements!

From the current point of view, the only products in the entire market that have not increased in price are probably the milk bought by nomads and some dried meat made from prey.

The herdsmen of the Frostspear tribe brought the art of air-dried meat from afar, and the jerky they make has a unique flavor. Because it is easy to carry and the price is cheap, it is very popular with some players who need to go wild. Although the taste is a bit inferior, it is very cost-effective as dry food.

After all, green wheat is now a "Controlled product", and green wheat cakes have disappeared from the market.

If they can't eat cakes, little players can only use jerky as dry food.

Walking beside Lucius, Sumeria whispered something.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that my salary is getting worse and worse?"

Today's dinner actually cost her 7 silver coins!

This is the first time that she has a sense of crisis that her salary is not enough.

Lucius didn't feel much, and replied with a relaxed tone.

"If you think about it from another angle, if players buy more guns from you, your performance will also increase, and soon you will find that your salary is more than double what it was before."

Sumeria: "But a gun can be used for a long time, right? It's impossible for your players to buy guns every day."

Lucius said patiently.

"You can't think like this. You have to buy bullets when you buy a gun, right? You have to upgrade a few accessories when you have a gun, right? Sights, body armor, helmets, fragmentation grenades, more durable backpacks, bandages, etc... These are all It costs money."

In the past, the productivity of the shelter was insufficient, and Lucius had to be cautious when setting task rewards to avoid overflowing the player's deposit data.

But now, the productivity of the shelter has reached a new stage. Lucius needs players to consume and buy the weapons and armor produced by the factory, so that the factory can expand production and further reduce the cost.

Going on like this can form a virtuous circle of supply and demand balance.

Seeing Sumeria with a confused face, Lucius smiled faintly.

"It's fine if you don't understand, these things are too difficult for you."

After pondering for a moment, Lucius said.

"We have another two months to go."

"As long as we can persist until the end of January next year, victory will belong to us!"

There was no more grain to plunder around. Lucius even sent someone to Brown Farm to check. There was indeed not much granary left there, and the farmer did not hide the truth from him.

It was already difficult to find prey in the forest farms in Tuna District, as for the city... even the rats were almost wiped out.

Those slime mold species cannot be eaten after all, even if they are refined into active substances, those paste-like liquids cannot be absorbed by the digestive system at all.

If you don't intend to break through the bottom line of morality.

Then there is only one way left...

Sitting at the desk, Lucius pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision. He opened the drawer and found a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote six words on it——

"Wartime Management Regulations"

"Put some food varieties under control, restrict purchases, uniform rationing, and centralized supply."

That should last two months.

Perhaps, he should have done so earlier.





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