This Game Is Too Realistic

The entire afternoon, Dawn City was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Following the award ceremony, the bustling crowd gradually moved from the square to the commercial street, bringing a level of unprecedented festivity.

In Highway Town Hotel, the lobby was abuzz. The foam from the beer and the spray of saliva reached the ceiling, as the residents immersed themselves in the joy of being alive.

Among them were soldiers from the First Corps, mercenaries who had fought alongside the New Alliance, and residents of the shelter.

Old White and Gale, who had resurrected two days ago, finally reunited with Night Ten, who had returned with the airship.

All three of them sat at the bar as they devoured grilled skewers and downed fragrant beer.

That day, all food and drinks were free. Everyone was prepared to walk in and get carried out.

"What the fuck?! Where's little doggy Ample Time?" Night Ten yapped.

Watching the ever-talkative Night Ten, Gale, slightly tipsy, burped. "Why are you asking such a dumb question?"

"Exactly!" Old White laughed along. "That little shit barely climbed out from his nurturing cabin when he grabbed his bag and ran off to Boulder Town."

That little shit probably planned everything already.

He didn't even frown when he climbed into the 400mm main cannon through its barrel. He was probably already resigned to dying early and going home.

Night Ten couldn't help but swear. "Damn! A guy who values love over friendship!"

"Burp... I can't do this. BLARGHHHH..." In a second, Gale, who was still tipsy, suddenly fell. His head made intimate contact with the bar and looked like he disconnected.

"HAHAHAHA! NOOB! ...WAGGFA..." Night Ten, who let out a strange laugh, didn't gloat for two seconds before his buttocks slid off the stool. Fortunately, Old White was quick to grab him, preventing their war hero from plopping down beneath the table.

"These clowns." After settling Night Ten to lean on the bar, Old White picked up his drink again. He sighed helplessly, feeling a little sense of melancholy.

However, the metabolic rates of the intelligence and perception types were laid out there, determined by character attributes, so he couldn't blame the two.

Those who were truly enjoying themselves were Quit Smoking, Irene, and the others tanked of the constitution type. Their metabolism was fast. They would run off to the bathroom after a couple of drinks, but they looked unaffected after several dozen cups.

But they had things to do as well, and no one knew where they ran off to to have fun.

Looking at the smiles around him, Hook who was standing behind the counter was also infected by their happiness. A smile broke out on his face.

While wiping a glass, he said, "It's really good to see you guys again, that news had me scared for a moment."

Night Ten and Gale were pretty much done drinking as they struggled to remain connected.

Old White, tipsy, burped and sighed, "Ah, indeed, quite a few brothers died, especially those who parachuted."

Hook poured himself a beer and clinked glasses with Old White sitting at the bar.

"Let's not talk about this today... I shouldn't have brought it up. Whatever it is, I hope you guys enjoy your drinks today."

Old White laughed. "Oh! Of course we will!"

Just then, a figure made her way into the hotel. She was dressed in a plain long dress, her face full of tension and discomfort, seemingly not used to the lively atmosphere there.

A guard clad in black uniform followed her.

Hook recognized the guard as a guy from a nearby village, but the girl in front of him seemed unfamiliar. She didn't seem to be from around there.

"Yo, brother guard, would you like to have a drink with us?" Hook asked with a smile.

The young guard quickly shook his head. "I'm on duty, I'll switch shifts in the second half of the night."

Hook looked at the girl beside him and continued to ask, "And who might this be?"

"I..." Before the guard could speak, the girl mumbled nervously, "My name is Lisa. Is there someone here called Pangolin?"

As she spoke, she quickly looked around the lively hall. A look of disappointment soon appeared on her face. Clearly, she hadn't found the person she was looking for.

Old White's hand that was raising his glass to his lips paused when he heard the name. Putting it down slowly, he turned around to look at the frail lass before asking, "By Pangolin, do you mean..."

"Do you know him?" Before he could finish, Lisa asked in excitement.

Old White scratched his head and mumbled, "He's gone on a long trip. Do you have something urgent? I can help you to pass on a message."

It wasn't a difficult task at all. All he had to do was to ping the fool on the forum.

Lisa fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly. "Will he come back?"

Seeing the look on her face, Old White could guess what she was thinking of. After staying quiet for a second, he nodded and spoke seriously, "Yeah. He will definitely be back, but I don't know how long it will take."

Lisa bit her lip lightly before finally stating, "I'll wait for him."

After she spoke, she left the hotel still escorted by the guard.

Without mentioning the offer to pass the message again, Old White turned back to the bar and continued drinking. Such matters were not for outsiders to meddle in, nor was it appropriate.

Looking at her, it was clear she had something she wanted to say to Pangolin in person. Old White felt that he shouldn't be tactless and meddle in their affairs.

Hook looked at the entrance before raising his eyebrows. "Is she from the region we reclaimed?"

Old White grunted softly.

Hook sighed. "She's another person with a hard life."

...

As night fell, the bustling square was left with only a few scattered figures, most people having moved to

A petite figure wove through the crowd, searching for a long time before finally giving up, her shoulders drooping as she walked towards the direction of the station.

Standing by a two-headed ox cart, the merchant yawned while counting his goods. He was preparing to hit the road early the next morning, continuing towards Sunset Province.

Just then, a young girl approached him.

Glancing at her pale green hair, the merchant's gaze lingered on her electronic eye. He could guess that she was someone with money and he asked politely, "Can I help you, miss?"

"How much to Lucky Valley Municipality?"

Hearing that business had come, joy blossomed in his heart. He didn't hesitate to reply. "500 Dinars! Or 100 silver coins, or 300 CR. I don't want chips, I'm not heading to Boulder Town next. Anyway, you can pay in whatever other currency."

Dori's eyes widened in shock. "500 Dinars?! This is extortion!"

The merchant shrugged indifferently. "You can also go on your own."

Dori bit her lip.

To leave Boulder Town and to find a reliable caravan to arrive in Dawn City, she had spent quite a bit of money. She only had 50 chips left.

Apparently overhearing their conversation, a group of mercenaries approached, the leader grinning as he joined in. "Hey, friend, you heading to Sunset Province? We're going the same way, want to join us? Just 10 Dinars per person."

The merchant scoffed. "Heh, no need."

The mercenary didn't mind, turning to Dori. As his gaze fell on her face, a flicker of greed flashed in his eyes.

Sensing the glint in his eyes, Dori immediately raised her guard and she took a step back.

"No need... I'll ask others."

Watching his prey about the escape, the man couldn't help becoming a bit anxious. He was about to step forward when a stranger's voice suddenly came from behind. "That's too expensive, actually charging 10 Dinars to go to the Sunset Province. Pretty lady, I won't charge you a dime, how about it..."

Upon hearing someone daring to meddle in his business, the mercenary immediately squinted his eyes. He was about to turn around and see which unlucky fellow it was, but something moved past him. It was so fast he felt a breeze brush past his neck and his boiling rage was cooled instantly.

So fast!

He didn't even see what it was when the person who spoke rushed past him.

"... In exchange, just accompany me to watch a fireworks display tonight." The familiar voice came rang softly in Dori's ears.

Looking at the smile she had longed for, Dori's eyes widened slightly, not believing what she was seeing.

"Ample..."

"I'm back, sorry to have kept you waiting."

Hot emotions and tears burst forth at the same time, and she could no longer hold back.

Before he could say anything else, Ample Time felt a gentle breeze come his way, a light softness pressing against his lips.

For a moment, his brain seemed to crash as everything went white.

But he didn't disconnect.

His eyes slightly widened, then slowly closed.

He felt bead after bead of hot tears rolling down his lips. There was a slight saltiness in them.

Sorry, I kept you waiting.

You must be worried.

Those were what he wanted to say, but at that moment, it all seemed superfluous.

He slowly dropped his joking demeanor and held her tightly in his arms.

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, like flowers blown into the heavens.

Even though he died during the expedition, he felt that if there really was a need, he would be willing to do it ten times over. Even if there were no mission rewards from the administrator, his return...

...

In the plaza not too far away.

Tail, sitting on Roro's shoulders, cupped her eyes as she stared at the skies. "Wow! Sisi! Roro! Sesame! Look at the airship launching fireworks!"

A cluster of fire shot towards the sky, colorful splendor illuminating the dark night and reflecting in her twinkling eyes.

Sisi looked at her VM while stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Um, it seems to have started 2 minutes early..."

Damn compulsive behavior...

Sesame Paste held her shoulder from behind with a smile. "Well, as long as it's beautiful, don't mind these details."

The next second, the anti-aircraft guns at the top of the airship pointed at the skies, unleashing dense firepower. However, they weren't used to shoot down any planes.

Instead, they were to send the blessings of the New Alliance to those looking at the skies.

...

Holding a glass in hand, Chu Guang, standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the soft glow around him. A soft smile played on his lips.

A hint of regret came from Little Seven. "Wuwu, master, we can't see anything here! Shall we go down?"

That was the fireworks display Little Seven had painstakingly prepared for a long time.

However, the bridge was under the airship, and the fireworks above couldn't be seen.

Chu Guang smiled faintly, looking at the land illuminated in the light of the fireworks above before speaking softly, "What do you mean we can't see?"

He was already looking at the most beautiful scenery.

Those faces, looking up at the skies with their sparkling eyes, were the best view.

He raised his glass and gently tapped it against the floor-to-ceiling window, a clear, tinkling sound merging with the low pops from outside.

"To the unbreakable alliance, cheers."

Enjoy the celebration and that peaceful evening breeze.

All of you earned it with your blood and effort.