This Game Is Too Realistic

All the way, Escaping Mole kept complaining. "Damn it, I don't understand, I'm at least a commander of a corps, why am I not as popular as you?"

Ample Time thought seriously for a moment and replied seriously, "Maybe it's... A problem with your face?"

"Blargh!" Escaping Mole dry heaved, dramatically clutching his stomach.

Looking at the dude's exaggerated acting, Ample Time chuckled.

After all, whether he was the commander of a corps or an ordinary soldier, there was no difference to people in Ideal City.

He was very clear. Although being handsome was one reason, more was because of that video that sensationalized the Burning Corps in Ideal City, and that nearly legendary combat record.

Crawling into a 400mm main gun barrel and then safely killing his way out, just like the main character in an action movie!

Of course, Ample Time believed that if their administrator visited Ideal City, those enthusiastic girls would go even crazier.

Even ignoring those intentional close-ups shots, riding his Deathclaw into battle was amazing enough.

"What's this?" Sitting on the sofa, Ample Time's gaze fell on a pair of glasses on the table nearby, curiously picking it up and fiddling with it.

Escaping Mole sitting next to him also showed interest, stroking his chin and pondering for a while. "It looks a bit like the glasses worn by that NPC called YYunyi... Could it be some kind of smart connectivity device?"

"Let me try." Ample Time placed the glasses on his nose, his index finger fumbling on the frame for a while, feeling a slight vibration, probably triggering a switch.

A light blue glow quickly dispersed into a wave, engulfing his surroundings.

Just when he thought it was some kind of AR effect, in the blink of an eye, he found himself completely standing in another strange world.

Yes.

Standing, even though he was sitting on the sofa a second ago.

Ample Time looked up, the warm sunlight shining on his face, and saw a boundless grassland before his eyes.

The tender tips of the grass swayed gently with the breeze, fluttering his bangs.

However, unfortunately, the monotonous smell and distorted touch felt completely unreal.

Even though the images that entered his eyes had reached the level of high definition photography, Ample Time could still clearly feel that he was an empty model as he stood on the grassland. Moreover, it was obvious the body didn't belong to him.

The feeling was the complete opposite of Wasteland Online.

In Wasteland Online, although everything was filtered, he could clearly feel that he was alive, and the NPCs were real. Even though he knew it was a virtual world, he could still feel that it was a living virtual.

However... He felt the virtualness of the world he was standing in.

But even so, it was enough to shock Ample Time.

"Awesome..."

He squatted on the ground, touching the grass, then let go of his legs and ran forward for a while, wandering around like a child, his eyes full of amazement and incredulity.

He never thought that in his lifetime he would not only be able to play virtual reality games but even play virtual reality games in virtual reality games.

Is this some kind of infinite nesting?

Or is this place actually an undeveloped map, or a game with a completely different style?

Just as Ample Time was about to continue exploring, a touch on his arm interrupted his thoughts and also his link.

The entire world turned into light blue particles, like a shattered puzzle scattered into a flurry of butterflies.

Back in the rest area.

Ample Time sat on the sofa in a daze, noticing the culprit that woke him up. It was a hand pulling his arm.

He glared at Escaping Mole and snapped, "What's up with you pulling me man?!"

"Someone's looking for you." Escaping Mole glanced to his left.

Ample Time turned his head, following the direction of Escaping Mole's gaze, and saw a man in formal attire, standing respectfully there patiently.

Seeing Ample Time look over, he spoke in a gentle voice, "Mr. Ample Time, someone asked me to deliver a letter to you."

Ample Time paused. "A letter? Who's it from?"

"Miss Li Shuyue, one of the guests at the party, said she has something she wants to discuss with you. This is the letter she asked me to pass on." As he spoke, he took out a letter and handed it to Ample Time.

Taking the letter, Ample Time hadn't even had the chance to open it when he felt a piercing gaze from behind, making him shiver.

He turned back to see a resentful bastard glaring at him and said with a slightly awkward expression. "How about... you go in my place?"

After giving the guy a dismissive eye roll, Escaping Mole snatched the virtual reality glasses from his hand and put them on his face. "Get lost, go away!"

...

In the remote desert, a caravan was stationed in the boundless wilderness.

Although it was theoretically safer to travel at night, the desert at night was anything but safe.

During the day, the poisonous insects and wild beasts lurking under the gravel would emerge to forage.

It was said that some large, ferocious arthropods even made Deathclaws back away.

Sitting by the campfire, draped in a thick blanket, Battlefield Cheerleader sat opposite Adan.

Cowley didn't fully trust those merchants, privately telling him that one of them had to stay awake, taking turns to keep watch.

Naturally, Battlefield Cheerleader wouldn't object.

He needed an opportunity to talk to Adan alone, so he volunteered for the night shift.

It was also clear that Adan was equally interested in him.

"What does the oases in Sunset Province really look like?" Battlefield Cheerleader casually started the conversation.

Stirring the fire with a stick, Adan thought for a moment and said.

"They are vast and boundless, fertile lands for miles. There is ample fresh water, suitable temperatures, and abundant sunlight. It's a rare fertile land on this wasteland. The locals can survive on wild fruits even without doing anything... Compared to Bugra Free State, it's simply heaven." Adan squinted, looking at a distant, silent sand dune, seemingly lost in far-off memories.

After a moment, he continued, "... But there's a war going on there, I'm afraid you won't see it at its most beautiful."

Battlefield Cheerleader asked with interest, "You seem to know it well, do you go there often?"

Adan nodded, speaking casually, "I've been doing business with Prince Wint of the Lion Kingdom for over a decade. More than half of his army's elites are armed by my caravan. I even know how many sets of exoskeletons they have!"

Suddenly, perhaps realizing the identity of the person before him, he quickly added, "Of course, compared to those feudal lords, it's more profitable to do business with the Army... I really hope I can visit Triumphant City in my lifetime. I heard it's full of gold, and the houses are full of jewels."

Gold wasn't rare in the wasteland, but getting enough gold was another matter.

Battlefield Cheerleader smiled to himself, but his face showed no emotion.

He knew that the merchant was not truly loyal to the Army, but it just so happened that he wasn't either.

Just then, the quiet night was suddenly pierced by a gunshot.

Battlefield Cheerleader, who was tending the fire, tensed up instantly. He quickly snuffed out the campfire, and grabbed the rifle next to him.

Adan was tense too, but didn't panic. He simply muttered under his breath, "Model 11 Cavalry Rifle, revolver-style chamber, 7mm caliber..."

His expression gradually became serious. "It's the Lion Kingdom's patrol!"

Battlefield Cheerleader frowned. "Have we been spotted?"

Adan shook his head. "No... That gunshot is at least two kilometers away, they must have run into some other trouble, maybe raiders or some kind of mutant."

Whatever it was.

Now was not the time to hesitate.

Battlefield Cheerleader stood up, cocking his Falcon Assault Rifle. "I'll go wake Cowley up, you get ready to pack up, we need to move immediately."

"No need, that horse's hooves were so loud, I've been awake for a while..." Staggering, Cowley walked out of the tent, groggy.

With gunshots in the distance, he clearly heard them.

After collecting himself, he looked at the two of them, thinking for a moment before speaking. "Two kilometers... If they're riding horses or camels, can easily catch up with us, even if we ditch all our supplies."

Adan frowned and asked, "What do you suggest?"

Cowley spoke decisively, "Lend me a few men, let's go take a look!"

Since they weren't discovered, it meant those people had run into some other trouble.

Taking advantage of the situation to take them out was the safest choice.

Adan nodded seriously and signaled his own mercenary leader. "Take 8 brothers and follow our friend to check it out."

The burly dark-skinned man nodded quietly, grunting, "Yes, boss!"

Nine mercenaries, with Cowley and Battlefield Cheerleader, made up a full team of eleven, quickly moving towards the distant hills.

Cowley also held a Falcon Assault Rifle in his hands.

From his practiced skills, it was clear he had been on the front lines before, and likely started as a low-ranking officer.

"... This place is different from the River Valley Province, there are few shelters in the desert. Remember to stay concealed and fight from the other side of the slope."