This Game Is Too Realistic

"Doggy Spring Water, come here! I'm gonna fuck you up!"

"Damn! I've tried so many times... Why can't I win just once?! Let me go! I've made contributions to the New Alliance! I want to see the administrator!"

"Come on, help me out here. We'll kill him together!"

"Take his left leg!"

"???"

"Wow! This is amazing! The little people I see are all glowing! Shame I can't see through things..."

"Tail, don't run! Let me have a look too!"

"No way, your head is too big! You'll break it!"

Above Shelter 404, the plaza in front of the entrance was as lively as a festival. Players received their prizes one after another.

There was Spring Water Commander's portable Shield Backpack, Including Spring Water Commander's portable shield backpack, Tail's Thermal Imaging Goggles, and other fun gadgets.

Carried by his good brothers to a big tree, Spring Water Commander screamed. He cursed Battlefield Cheerleader for betraying him and revealing his prize on the groupchat and for them to let him down, only for no one to respond.

Unfortunately, his brave minion had already followed the Army to the desert, who knows if he's already adapted to life there.

Wearing her goggles and giggling, Tail was chased around the plaza by Roshan while Sisi and Sesame Paste watched in amusement.

"It feels like her goggles should be connected to a helmet. Isn't it strange to just use a rubber band to keep it on her head?" Sisi asked with a bit of concern.

The cat ears on Sesame Paste's head gently swayed as she replied with a smile. "Well... Don't worry about these details."

On the edge of the plaza, Old White held a short axe in his hand and scratched the back of his head with his left hand. "How do I use this thing?"

The handle of the axe was orange-red.

The blade didn't look sharp, in fact, it was a bit blunt, but the side shone like a mirror, reflecting his puzzled face.

Midnight Pubg came over to look at the axe and when he saw it was so blunt it could almost be used as a hammer, he walked away with disinterest.

Old White's face was full of confusion.

This... Is just a fire axe, right?

"Why not try chopping something?" Night Ten, who was standing at the side, also didn't understand what was special about it.

Gale thought for a moment, about to share his opinion, when a familiar and reliable voice suddenly came from the side. "Thermal Cutting Axe."

"Although its application is firefighting, unlike a regular fire axe, it can compress gas on the blade and create a directional jet of air the moment it strikes the target at high speed."

"The charging port is at the bottom of the handle, and there's a button two inches up. Hold it down to charge the capacitor."

Equipment that appeared in the game can generally be found in the official website's database, and equipment produced by the shelter was even more detailed.

Even if it was a unique item, there would be a weapon introduction.

Before logging into the game, Ample Time had reviewed the newly added equipment from the lottery and had a rough understanding of them.

After all, the weapons in the shelter were derived from pre-war designs and are not exclusive to players. Since they could appear in the players' hands, they could also appear in the hands of other forces.

However... What surprised everyone was not what Ample Time said, but his appearance.

"Penetration? Physical penetration? Isn't this just theBlack Cleaver?Ay yo, Ample Time?"

Seeing Ample Time walking from the direction of the shelter entrance, Night Ten's eyes widened. Even Gale showed a look of surprise.

"You got up?"

"Yeah... Sorry for being a bit late, I just finished reading the update." Ample Time had dark circles around his eyes, probably from lack of sleep. Unlike his usual getup, he also wore a windproof scarf around his neck.

They were in the desert, though... There was no sandstorm to block.

"Aren't you hot?"

"I'm fine." His usually calm face flushed a little.

After a light cough, Ample Time awkwardly changed the subject and put on a serious expression. "My situation aside, what did you all draw?"

"I got a sniper!" Night Ten chuckled and he boasted, "I got a Type 15 'Python' Gauss Rifle! I finally got lucky!"

Ample Time's eyes widened in shock. "So you got it! Speaking of which... Why didn't you bring it?"

Night Ten smiled sheepishly. "I went to the city today, it's useless there."

Gale teased. "It's the ammo that's hard to get, right?"

Night Ten scratched his head. "Ammo is a minor issue, it's mainly the barrel..."

Unlike the administrator's barrel-less Type 20 'Spike' Gauss rifle, the Type 15 was a long-range Gauss rifle with a barrel and rifling.

Because the bullet relies on rifling for spin and had a high initial velocity, the barrel would wear out much faster than typical light weapons.

However, compared to the Type 20's tail-fin stabilized round, the bullets for the Type 15 were much cheaper. It was even possible to handcraft it in an ordinary workshop.

Most Gauss rifles from the Enterprise used a similar barreled design, and the barrels were made detachable for easy replacement. It was done largely for cost reasons and ease of local sourcing.

Ample Time nodded in understanding. "I've seen the data for your weapon. Fully charged, it can accelerate a 65g 7mm bullet to Mach 5, very effective against long and extremely long-range targets. It should be very useful after you go to the desert."

After giving a fair assessment of Night Ten's weapon, he then looked at Gale. "And you?"

"Alpha Dog."

Ample Time looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"It's a mechanical dog. That's what he named it." Night Ten explained.

"Mechanical dog... Is that the A-1 Ground Weapon Platform?" Ample Time nodded knowingly.

He had also seen that weapon on the official website.

It was shaped like a 1.5 meter long quadruped robot, with a standard load capacity of 2.7 tons. It could be used as a mobile supply station, battlefield signal relay, or even as a giant battery pack.

At the same time, it could also serve as a firepower platform, equipped with 12mm machine guns, 40mm grenade launchers, and smoke launchers.

Whether for solo runs or group raids, it was very useful. It was practically a godsend for intelligence type players.

Ample Time took just 5 seconds to think of over six applications for it, and so far, it seemed like the only one in the entire server.

Old White looked at Ample Time. "What about you?"

Ample Time smiled. "I got a Powered Wing Craft! I was just about to go to the shelter to pick it up. According to the description, it can be carried as a backpack or detached to be used as a fixed-wing drone. However, I can't wear heavy exoskeletons with it... I haven't practiced flying either."

Night Ten gasped. "Damn, that's awesome!"

Gale nodded. "Matches your bow and arrow."

"It's alright," Ample Time said modestly, then looked at Old White. "Speaking of which, Old White, your contribution points have reached the level of 'Knight'?"

"Yeah, 100,125 points. I just got the Knight title!" Old White grinned. "That exoframe is pretty expensive! It cost me a million silver coins."

Everyone couldn't help but envy him.

That was the first exoframe available for purchase on the server!

The server's combat power ceiling has been raised again.

Ample Time couldn't help but roll his eyes. "It's good that you could buy it for a million silver coins, be content."

Night Ten also couldn't help but tease. "That's too damn cool!"

Old White laughed sheepishly.

To be honest, he was initially a bit worried about potential defects, but once he actually wore that exoframe, he instantly understood why the administrator always wore it and refused to take it off.

Although it looked bulky, it was actually more agile than imagined. Once the power was maxed out, he could barely feel the weight at all.

Not only that, but it was also extremely comfortable. There were built-in air purification systems and air conditioning. The portable reactor and fuel rods that provided energy had service lives measured in years and months respectively, so there was no need to worry about its lifespan.

Such perfect equipment was obviously worth more than a million silver coins. Even if another zero was added later, the nobles of Boulder Town would definitely not hesitate to pay tens of millions of chips to bid for it.

For that reason, the equipment required a contribution level to purchase and would be bound to the user after purchase. If no longer needed, it could only be sold back to the shelter at a tenth of the price.

Speaking of which, some cloud players might be curious. What if they didn't follow the rules and laws, and insisted on selling bound equipment to other survivors' settlements?

That was a good question.