This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 53: Think of It as a Benefit to the Players

Chapter 53: Think of It as a Benefit to the Players

"Huh? 30 reward points?"

The players have been a bit hard-working lately.

Before going to bed, Chu Guang opened the Administrator Allowance to take a look. Suddenly, he noticed that his reward points had already reached 30 points. Without any hesitation, he allocated 20 points to the intermediate blind box, and the other 10 to the primary blind box.

However, the rewards offered were not ideal.

At least not what he wanted.

"A box of oral antibiotic capsules, about 12 capsules. A box of hemostatic bandages, containing two packs, can be used twice… Unfortunately, no muscle strengthening syringe was obtained."

"At least give me a therapeutic syringe."

Picking up the supplies from the conveyor belt, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

It's not completely useless.

It's just average.

For the ten primary blind boxes, in addition to a bunch of colorful lollipops, the useful ones are a 500ml bottle of soy sauce and a bag of 500g salt.

But this bag of salt is a bit interesting.

"... A single intake of more than 10g can increase immunity by 1-5% and metabolism by 1-5%, good god, is this a legendary item?"

What happens if I take in a whole bag?

The idea of ​​stacking buffs just appeared in Chu Guang's mind before he realized how stupid this idea was.

Imagine swallowing the whole bag of salt. This was just a terrible idea.

"Maybe I should put it on the shelf tomorrow."

500g can be split into five 100g independent small packages. Selling a pack at 3-5 silver coins is not too much, right?

To be honest, it really isn't much. After all, it is refined salt that does not contain sulfur, sulfate ions, and organic impurities. Not to mention that it also gave buffs.

I'll just treat this as part of the players’ welfare.

The soy sauce is not easily divisible, and the 100ml sealed container itself is uncommon in the wasteland, so I will just price it at 20 silver coins and put it on the shelf.

Anyway, if not for a chef who plans to open a restaurant, it is estimated that no player will buy this thing.

"That's it, time to go to bed... Little Seven, wake me up at six tomorrow morning."

Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, turned on the signal light.

"Okay, Master."

Chu Guang fell asleep soon.

However, Xia Yan, who was squatting in the corner of the next room, couldn't sleep at all.

But it wasn't because of someone's loud snoring, the soundproofing effect of this room was quite good, and basically, nothing could be heard when the door was closed.

What really made her toss and turn was that tomorrow would be her first day of official employment.

Is this "weapon shop proprietress" really a serious job?

In the past few days, Chu Guang treated her "very well" every day. It always made her feel unsafe.

After all, generally speaking, the food of captives was usually a nutrient cream with not much nutrition or simply wood chips mixed with bark, while sometimes it may be something else.

Not to mention meat and porridge, it would already be considered lucky if the captive could get normal food.

However, after these two days, she felt that she was about to gain weight...

After thinking about it for a long time, it was easy to get sleepy, and Xia Yan, who was holding the script of lines, fell asleep without knowing it. When she was woken up from her daze, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

"Get up."

Looking at the man standing at the door, Xia Yan rubbed her eyes, about to stand up from the ground while leaning on the wall, only to find two walking sticks in front of her.

"This is... for me?"

Chu Guang was speechless.

"Other than you, who else needs these here."

In the future, if he had conditions, he would give her a bionic prosthesis. After all, she indeed looked very pitiful at the moment.

"..."

This guy!

Why are his words so anger-provoking!?

Xia Yan gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground, struggling, with crutches between her arms.

Standing on the side and watching her complete the whole set of actions alone, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, very satisfied with her strong performance.

"Not bad, it looks like it suits you."

Xia Yan said stiffly with a cold face.

"Whatever you say… I'm your captive anyway, even if you want me—"

"Okay, stop talking," Chu Guang didn't want to understand this woman's unrealistic imagination. He interrupted her without hesitation, coughed, and continued, "I will arrange work for you in a while. Now, follow me outside first."

The last time Xia Yan breathed the outside air was three days ago.

She followed Chu Guang to the elevator and went directly to the surface.

Seeing the sunlight shining in front of the nursing home, Xia Yan subconsciously raised her left arm, which was holding the crutch, to shield her eyes. Her slender eyelashes narrowed, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling.

"You built the outside wall?"

Chu Guang said casually. "What do you think?"

Xia Yan curled her lips.

"Nothing remarkable. It can be used against a few marauders. But if a mutant comes, they can jump over it easily, let alone a tide or the like."

Hearing words that he had never heard before, Chu Guang glanced at her.

"Tide?"

Xia Yan said in a casual tone.

"It happens very often along the third-ring line, but you probably won't feel it here. Crunchers in groups would migrate from the second-ring line to the third-ring line, and there are many creepers in them—even the mutants that are stronger than creepers… Just based on my words, you will never be able to truly understand it."

Due to the huge volume of Boulder City, as long as there are mutants migrating north from the city, they will definitely pass through this survivor fortress.

The war between humans and mutants is naturally inevitable.

Although Xia Yan's mercenary team is only a small team, it has also participated in several tasks to deal with the tide.

When acting with a large force, the risk factor is not so high, and the money for this kind of task is generally very good.

In order to resume trade and production as soon as possible, the big figures in the city will often spend a lot of money to hire them, and will not hesitate to provide them with ammunition.

All they need to do is pull the trigger and hold the gun stocks with their shoulders.

Many poor people living in slums took the mercenary path of no return during the tide.

"Indeed," Chu Guang nodded, "I've only seen crunchers a few times... They seem to be scared of light?"

That was when he first came to the wasteland.

He almost died...

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, though it's not just light, but mutant hyenas, jackals, moles, bats, flies, mice, and other mutants too. They are not popular amongst mutants. When other mutant creatures are extremely hungry, they will treat them as prey... So these guys often crowd in the subway or in the sewer."

"Generally speaking, when you see one, it is equivalent to seeing a group. It is still very dangerous to run into them in a narrow place."

After silently noting down these clues, Chu Guang decided to update the term "tide" in the database on the official website.

But now, it was not the time to do this.

"... From now on, this house will be your workshop. In the future, if conditions permit, I will find someone to build a new one for you."

"Anyway, just make do with it first."

Bringing Xia Yan to the door of the weapon store, Chu Guang hung the wooden sign placed at the door on the hook beside the door frame for her.

"I've engraved the price on the wooden sign and taught you the corresponding dialogues. If you have any questions, you can find Little Seven... But it is on the third floor and it is not easy for you to go up. My players are all very friendly. If you don't understand what they are saying, just stare at them blankly."

For an introverted otaku who is not good at socializing, being stared at blankly is enough to be lethal.

"Player?"

Because Chu Guang spoke this word in Chinese, Xia Yan did not understand what the word meant.

"It means 'shelter residents'," Chu Guang explained casually, "you don't need to remember their names or understand the meaning of the word deeply, just call them this way."

Even if that's the case, it's still not very polite to call a shelter resident by "shelter resident" right?...

But since Chu Guang has said so, Xia Yan had no other opinion.

Her identity is just a slave, and having a decent job is already the greatest kindness to her.

"Remember, every item sold requires an account, and I will check the account book and inventory every day. However, even the cheapest iron-barreled rifle also costs hundreds of silver coins, so the 'players' cannot afford it temporarily. Therefore, your job shouldn't be too busy. In your spare time, help me repair that assault rifle and help me make some bullets and weapons within your ability."

Xia Yan glanced at the empty workshop. Except for a table and a chair, there was only a wooden board with nails left in it.

Some low-quality iron-pipe weapons were hung on the nails, and as if he was afraid that she would forget the price, a wooden tag with the price was hung underneath.

With a dull gaze, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang and couldn't help asking.

"Are you asking me to fix your gun with my fingernail?"

Chu Guang: "Can it be done?"

Xia Yan: "How can it be done! Even if you don't have an electric lathe, you should at least have a workbench that can be operated manually, right?!"

There are often mercenaries who use DIY weapons and cannot find the bullets and accessories they need on the store shelves. At this time, they usually go to some small and medium-sized workshops that make machine parts or precision instruments, rent a workbench there, and process what they need.

Because of poverty, Xia Yan has made weapons and bullets by herself before. Although she couldn't afford the high-end intelligent automatic processing machine tools, it was not difficult to make these things with some affordable electric mechanical tools, and it would not cost too much time.

But the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination.

Let alone electric mechanical tools, there was no electricity and not even a single machine. Not to mention various types of tools, there weren't even the most basic turning tools, boring tools, and milling tools.

How was she going to make a weapon with nothing!

Chu Guang didn't care about her complaint, and continued lightly.

"Just tell me what you need, don't let me guess."

"Now, I want you to make a list and write down the things you need. It's best to simply draw what they look like. If I can’t find them, I will ask the players to find them for you as much as possible. If we can't find them, I'll find a way to buy them... By the way, remember to write down their prices, I don't want to be scammed."

Xia Yan: "Turning tools, boring tools, milling cutters, as well as pliers and hammers, these are the most basic. In addition, I also need a... Forget it, I will draw it down."

"It's best to have a picture. You can draw as much detail as possible, maybe my players can make it out."

Chu Guang took out paper, pen, and a wooden ruler, and handed them to Xia Yan.

After Xia Yan took it, she frowned for a while before she started to draw on the paper with the help of her memory.

Chu Guang did not rush her.

It is not easy to draw these things for others to understand, especially for an unprofessional mercenary.

But doesn't everything start from the first time?

After Xia Yan finished drawing, Chu Guang took the drawing and added two lines of words, then went to the warehouse and found the player who was sitting at the wooden table on duty.

Passing the paper in his hand to him, Chu Guang said concisely.

"I need the things on this paper."

"If someone comes here to sell something, you can tell them for me, and let them pay attention when picking up waste."

"When you are free, please copy this drawing, help me draw a few more, and paste it at the gate. Oh, and send one to the steel-making blast furnace, by the way."

The warehouse manager's job also served as the publisher of collection and production missions. After all, it is too troublesome to give missions one by one.

The player took a look at the paper, and his eyes were wide open in an instant.

[Mission: Forge or collect a turning tool (with photos)]

[Reward: 10 silver coins, 100 contribution points]

10 silver coins!

Holy shit!

It is equivalent to the salary of making a day’s worth of cement!

If this can be picked up, wouldn't it be a fortune?!

There seems to be more than one mission, the missions being similar to the other as each commissioned various types of tools such as boring tools, milling tools, and so on.

Regardless of how jealous the player sitting in the warehouse clerk's position was, Chu Guang turned around and left after giving the mission to the player.

Although the mission says forging or collecting, he honestly didn't have much hope for players to pick up such a good thing from the wasteland.

Not to mention that it is now the 211th year of the Wasteland Era. Society before the outbreak of the nuclear war did not necessarily use this "primitive" processing tool. Maybe people have already popularized more advanced production methods.

For example, 3D printing and the like.

Although the technology of the 21st-century earth is still immature, who can be sure about what kind of technology would come out in the future?

What Chu Guang really expects is that his lovely players can solve this problem with limited tools and materials.

For example, the brothers who often exchange metallurgical technological knowledge on the forum are all on the list of the third batch of test players, and the fourth batch has added a few more.

Amongst those keyboard professors, he believed that there must be one or two people who can really solve the problem.