This Game Is Too Realistic

The spiritual enlightenment of the wastelanders was extremely lacking, similar to the tribal people in the central part of a continent in the real world, where some industrial era gadgets could excite them, let alone exotic imports.

However, Ideal City was at another extreme on the wasteland.

They had extremely rich culture, even to the point of being empty or even boring.

In other words, what haven't they seen?

Thinking about this, Ample Time's brows furrowed even deeper. Could he really fulfill the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by the administrator?

At that moment, Escaping Mole cheekily approached while holding a glass of red wine and stood beside him, squinting with a smile. "Brother, your black stockings, are you wearing them?"

Ample Time rolled his eyes, powerless to retort. "Are you stupid? Are black stockings the only thing you know?"

Can't you think of something else???

Unwilling to deal with him, Ample Time turned his gaze towards the front of the stage.

The Enterprise's foreign minister was making a speech about friendship and peace and announced that the party had entered its second phase, the charity auction.

And the auction items were naturally gifts from the Alliance.

As for why those gifts given to the Enterprise appeared at the auction, that was a long story.

Because the Enterprise claimed to use a decentralized management module, Shu Yu couldn't find a single entity that could accept the gifts.

Thus, he followed Wu Changnian's suggestion and held a charity auction for the gifts.

Each auction item started at a price of 100CR, and the highest bidder would get it. The proceeds from the auction would be donated entirely to the New Alliance.

For the shareholders of the Enterprise, that allowed them to show support for the just war by bidding, achieving spiritual satisfaction, and also acquiring some novel trinkets as collectibles.

From the perspective of the residents of Ideal City, there was no fairer distribution method.

And for the New Alliance, it was also a way to raise funds beyond the aid at the party.

Those who attended were shareholders from major corporations in Ideal City, with billionaires and even hundred-billionaires commonplace. Compared to that, the 300 million CR in aid seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Of course, net worth was net worth, but the real money spent was another matter. They couldn't count it that way.

But in any case, getting some money from them to exchange for the industrial equipment and ammunition urgently needed by the New Alliance was excellent.

War, after all, was too expensive.

After handing the microphone to the auction host, Yue Qian bowed slightly and walked down from the stage with Shu Yu. The two chatted and laughed as they went backstage.

Standing in the hall, Ample Time was intensely focused on the host, his palms sweaty.

After all, he knew what was going to be auctioned next...

What was to come had finally arrived.

The host cleared his throat, watching the words flash on the holographic teleprompter, and spoke with a booming voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, friends... Good evening, everyone! It's an honor to be the host of this auction!"

"Our distant friends have brought us gifts, which contain not only our shared desire for the civilized world but also our resolve never to compromise with savagery! We should respond in kind!"

"All proceeds from this auction will be donated to the New Alliance as funds to support the front lines!"

"Every CR you spend here tonight will turn into bullets fired at those villains! The significance of these auction items will surpass all the wine and flowers! No matter what price they fetch, they will be more than worth it!"

"Show your generosity, your CR proves your resolve!"

"History will remember this moment!"

"Just like the vote two centuries ago!"

Honestly, even Ample Time felt a rush of excitement from this passionate speech.

If only he had money, he would also raise a bid just for fun.

However, what came out of the host's mouth next was like a bucket of cold water crashing into him, dousing his enthusiasm. His toes started to dig into the soles of his shoes.

"The auction symbolizing friendship officially begins, and the first item on display is an artwork from Teng Teng's Hut!"

"As the name suggests, this piece of art comes from the hands of the well-known New Alliance clothing designer, Teng Teng... I believe that's how you pronounce it, though it sounds a bit odd."

"The person who donated this is Tail!"

The host waved a hand and a physical spotlight cascaded down from the ceiling.

A model with impressive stature walked to the front, showcasing the outfit she was wearing.

It was a maid outfit that had been altered to be very short, featuring her white lace and black straps... And those over-the-knee white stockings.

Whether male or female, the audience's gaze focused on the model, their eyes filled with surprise.

It wasn't so much that the outfit was beautiful, but it was novel because it was so unusual.

The black and white color scheme was quite appealing.

"Black and white... I didn't expect the tastes of the New Alliance's residents to be quite similar to ours."

"Is that a pair of pants or stockings?"

"It should be stockings... Who wears pants with a skirt?"

"But isn't it a bit too long?"

"Hmm... It's kind of interesting."

"Indeed, it's a unique design style."

Standing on the dance floor, the audience murmured with interested expressions.

Basking in the appreciative gazes of the crowd, the model couldn't help but slightly curl her lips.

However, the murmuring in the hall was too subtle, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. Ample Time didn't hear it clearly, only feeling that pairs of eyes around the hall were glancing towards him.

He really wanted to explain that the outfit didn't represent the taste of all New Alliance residents, just one or two players.

But it seemed superfluous to say anything at that moment.

Escaping Mole, also standing nearby, was bathed in the unintentional glances towards this side, his expression stiff and uncomfortable.

Although he didn't deny his status as a dirty minded fool, it didn't mean he wanted to be studied as a pervert in public.

This is too embarrassing!

No... This game is too realistic!

"Uh, I suddenly want to go to the toilet." After dropping this line, Escaping Mole planned to slip away, since he was just a bystander, not comparable to some war hero.

However, the agility of a T1 player was clearly outmatched by that of the T0 expert.

With a radiant smile on his face, Ample Time activated Bullet Time and caught Escaping Mole's shoulder, dragging the asshole back.

"Come back here."

You're kidding.

If I let him go... Won't I become the center of attention?

He had to keep someone nearby to help share that palpable pressure.

Escaping Mole couldn't help but cry out, "Brother, you don't really need to be nervous... Maybe due to cultural differences, they might interpret this as... Uh... A kind of formal attire?"

Ample Time growled, "The hell is formal about this?!"

The bidding soon began.

Ample Time just hoped this segment would end quickly. Sideline Slacking's homemade cards were somewhat interesting, and Irene's homemade 'Laoganma' chili sauce was also alright... Even Mosquito's Sauerkraut Beef Noodles were also acceptable. As long as they passed Tail's maid outfit, he wouldn't be embarrassed any longer!

However... The development of events was beyond his expectations.

As soon as the host's words fell, someone immediately raised their right hand.

"I bid 100CR"

Within half a second, a second hand went up.

"500!"

"2,000!!"

"I bid 10,000!!!"

With that 10,000 bid, the atmosphere on the scene instantly peaked.

Clearly, that was far from the highest bid.

People continued to raise their bids, pushing the atmosphere to even greater heights.

Watching those wealthy daddies, Ample Time was completely stunned. He froze in place.

Finally, the first artwork from Teng Teng's Hut was sold for 50,000 Cr. It was bought by a shareholder from the Endpoint Group.

Amid the envious looks of the crowd, the man with short hair, beaming with delight, walked out of the crowd and followed a humanoid robot towards the back of the venue.

Escaping Mole, caught by Ample Time, gulped and stared blankly at the man with a triumphant face.

That outfit...

Fifty thousand?

Half a Magnetic Confinement Plasma CNC Machine?

"... Are they out of their fucking minds?!"