This Game Is Too Realistic

"The path to eternity inevitably requires sacrifices, and you are not the only one who has given your life for this cause."

"You are a smart girl, but unfortunately, your curiosity has harmed you. Faced with survival and truth, you chose the one with the least relevance."

"Farewell, do not blame me."

"Everything is natural selection."

"Sleep peacefully before the new world arrives..."

It would be a pleasant dream, although the process would be quite painful...

The cracked ruins were lined with crows, and the sunset elongated their coarse fur as their hoarse voices rang through the skies along with the shadows of their claws.

That creature stood in the middle of the street, gazing at the distant, dimming yellow clouds, muttering words that seem to comfort someone.

Their amber pupils slightly contracted, the focused gaze piercing through the burning clouds, landing somewhere beyond sight.

After a long while, it retracted its gaze from afar, satisfied.

Just as it turned to leave, it locked eyes with a group of ragged beggars at the end of the street.

Those beggars were dressed in tatters, holding iron chains, and carrying rifles with bayonets on their backs.

Its amber eyes stare at those people, and with a hiss through its gun-like nostrils, the face of the Deathclaw fills with disdain.

These ignorant ants...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Battlefield Cheerleader was filled with excitement, whispering urgently to their subordinates, "Do as I say. Throw the chains on it. Whether you hit or miss, immediately run into the building at the side."

"Don't hesitate, hesitation will cost you your life."

Watching the enormous body charging like a tank, Battlefield Cheerleader granned his chain tightly and screamed, "My brothers... I CHOOSE YOU!"

"Fuck it! We'll go all in!"

Although unsure of what his leader told him to scream meant, Li Ba still yelled at the top of his lungs to encourage every trembling cell in his body.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo!"

...

When the newly appointed decurion of the combat group faced off against the Deathclaw, the online forum was bustling.

[Intelligence from Shelter 79's, The administrator is the Biggest Villain?! (I exchanged my life for this information, leave a like before you go QAQ)]

After logging off, Sisi compiled all the clues gathered from the Experimental Log into the post.

[December 30, 2169, as the fortieth year of the Wasteland Era draws to a close, although many things have happened this year, fortunately, our experiment continues.]

[However, on this special day, I don't want to write too much about the experiment; I plan to write something about us, in case one day I develop dementia and forget our past completely.]

[Shelter 79 was built in 2120, five years before the war that ended the world broke out. It is of the T-series in the Federation's perpetual construction series, serving the purpose of a research-type shelter. Its function is not to shelter any residents but to serve as a special research facility reserved for extreme post-war scenarios.]

[Based on unreliable predictions about human nature, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee's plans might fail, our legacy might not be used to forge a new heaven but could become a tool for the few to exploit the many, or even a barrier to the revival of civilization.]

[Assuming our civilization regresses to feudal times, or even earlier tribal periods, what we need is not a steam engine or a heavy machine gun, but a king who can lead us through the darkness, from barbarism to a new world.]

[He must be powerful enough to embody all virtues, ideally possessing nearly endless life to accompany his people through the ages, ensuring ideals never fade. He will sacrifice himself after rebuilding utopia, returning everything to the people who trusted him.]

[Although this is a speculative assumption, even if there's only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, we should try it if conditions permit.]

[As such, Plan 79 came into being.]

[As one of the many contingency plans, the goal here is to give birth to an administrator with perfect moral and capabilities after 120 years of isolation, who will lead his people in rebuilding our civilization on the surface.]

[A total of 100,000 researchers participated in the plan. We entered the shelter in the first year of the war and awoke from the shelter on the 10th winter after the war ended, working methodically under the guidance of the administrator.]

[Initially, the plan progressed smoothly, without the scrutiny and obstruction of the Science and Technology Ethics Committee, we quickly achieved rapid progress. Unfortunately, in the 40th year of the Wasteland Era, our plan ultimately met with an accident.]

[The Ice Age is nearing its end, expected to completely finish in 10 years, half a century earlier than the computer-calculated results. Coinciding with the death of the first-generation administrator and the transition between old and new, not only did the new generation of residents doubt the plan, but even we, the earliest researchers who entered the shelter, debated whether to continue.]

[According to the plan, we selected the second administrator from among the new generation of residents, passing the choice of the future into his hands. However, unexpectedly, as an opposer of Plan 79, this charismatic young leader changed his attitude completely within a few months of gaining access to the shelter's authority, becoming a staunch supporter of Plan 79.]

[Not only that, he adopted a more radical experimental strategy, demanding that we no longer be bound by the forms of life and means of experimentation. A large number of clones were introduced into the experiment, and for efficiency, we even modified the genes of the clones, resulting in a distinctly different subspecies.]

[I vaguely felt this was not right, but now it seems too late to say anything...]

[June 11, 2178, it seems to have cleared up outside, that damn snow has finally stopped!]

[June 29, 2178, he must be mad...]

[July 8, 2178, many people have died for that mad plan. Soon I will probably die as well, but my heart does not feel sadness. Even if those things had not happened, my life was already nearing its end. Before the final moment arrived, we had done all we could, even if not every effort was flawless.]

[Maybe as he said, it is all part of natural selection.]

[I hope that the next time I wake up, our world will be completely renewed, and I will be fortunate enough to behold the new heaven...]

[The above is merely the perspective of an ordinary researcher.]

Sisi:The logs displayed in the VM are machine-translated; I've roughly organized them, and the key information should be in the logs from June to July 2178.

- I will gradually move the original text to the forum, and if there are any clues I missed, please help me find them.

The post went live less than three minutes ago, but the comment section instantly filled with hundreds of replies, with players and cloud players alike discussing fervently.

However, only a few replies had proper content.

Roshan: We thought you had gotten lost, wandering around that building for quite a while.

Sesame Paste: ... This is really scary.

Tail:Wuu wuu wuu, my Sisi died so tragically! Damn this bastard! I'm going to set fire to his shelter! (；`0)o

Escaping Mole: That's useless, right? The administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute, even if you managed to bring tools for arson...

- I don't believe there's no fire extinguisher there. (Sideways glance)

Tail: !!!

Sisi: Hmm, I was thinking the same, it's pointless to expose ourselves now, better to pretend nothing happened and surprise him later.

The most unrealistic part of this game was the existence of the forum. Although the NPCs were playing their roles sincerely, it was a shame they didn't know of the existence of the game forum in the other world.

Mr. Yong would never imagine that the secret he was willing to kill to keep has been completely leaked...

Sideline Slacking: The known clue is that the ultimate goal of Shelter 79 is to cultivate a morally perfect and eternally living emperor? But various reasons caused the experiment to deviate?

Yaya: Lifespan is manageable, but how do you measure perfect morality? (:3」)

Irene: The 'philosopher king' from Plato's writings? (Joking)

Sideline Slacking: So the experiment failed.

Ample Time: It might not necessarily be a failure, just think about what year it is now. (Sideways glance)

Sideline Slacking: It's 2341.

Sideline Slacking:Hiss, wait! If Mr. Yong is the second administrator mentioned in the experimental logs, doesn't that mean the experiment has succeeded?!

Ample Time: That's a very high possibility, rather than that unknown function serum, I suggest you guys find the administrator of Shelter 79.

Sesame Paste: But the administrator's authority in the shelter is absolute, even if we find him... can't do anything to him, right?

Ample Time: That 'Mr. Yong' might not be in the shelter. Otherwise, why wouldn't he go get the serum himself but rely on a group of outsiders?

Sesame Paste: Oh right... The administrator's control over the shelter is absolute, he must have a reason he can't return to the shelter, so he needs the help of outsiders.

Tail: Oh oh oh! That makes sense!! ∑(A°八)

Sisi: Emmm... Although I think the same way, I still suggest taking advantage of the situation and securing the serum first.

Ample Time: Yes, that's also a choice, but be careful not to let that person steal the serum, that's your only bargaining chip.

Sideline Slacking: Haha, don't worry about that! We have over 100 awakeners stationed here, it's impossible for it to be stolen! (Baring teeth)

Sisi: I'm kinda scared of this flag you're setting. (Sideways glance)

Eye Owe Money: But who could that Mr. Yong be?

Makka Pakka: Listening to your discussions, I feel like the residents of Xiangling Town are all suspects. Wasn't the radio found in the library?

While the players were discussing fervently, Garbage suddenly appeared in the comment section.

Garbage: Actually, I was just thinking, is there a possibility... That guy, isn't actually human?

...

Deep into the night.

25 fully armed soldiers were advancing along the abandoned highway, 70 kilometers from Clearspring City.

This place used to be a town, but now it's in ruins, the concrete road broken into segments, surrounded by collapsed houses and building debris.

The nearest survivor settlement was Garbage City, with a population of a few hundred thousand, but this has nothing to do with their mission.

The abandoned research facility hidden in the town was their target.

As they stopped in their tracks, Old White glanced at the distant research facility, comparing it with the photo on the VM screen. He couldn't help but joke, "It doesn't look anything like it did two centuries ago."

The wooden fence smeared with blood and flesh encircled the research facility's outer wall, with fist-sized mutant flies buzzing around the sharp stakes. Rats hid in the corners gnawing on leftover scraps, occasionally looking up at the walls.

Even marauders wouldn't keep their den so untidy, letting themselves be surrounded by plague and decay.

The creatures living there were clearly not humans, but something else...

"Mutants." With his eyes closed, Gale suddenly blurted.

He was controlling a quadcopter drone through a neural interface device, which has flown above the research facility, syncing the aerial footage to each squad member's VM nearby.

On the research facility's rooftop, two mutants, as robust as young calves with dark green skin, stood beside the railing.

Next to them was a burning metal barrel, holding what appears to be the leg of some animal. T hey were devouring it heartily while engaging in noisy conversation.

Their savage appearance was reminiscent of the green-skinned brutes encountered by players in early versions of the game.

The difference was... the mutants were the same, but the players were no longer the novices they once were.

"If they're mutants, there's nothing more to say," Night Ten loaded his sniper rifle, inserting an armor-piercing incendiary round while chuckling, "Let's get this over with."

If it were a survivor settlement, they would need to identify the other party first, deciding whether to negotiate with them or to expel them from their settlement. However... There were no such concerns for mutants.

Sending those beasts to hell was their duty.