This Game Is Too Realistic

Petra Fortress was a trade hub in the southern part of Sunset Province. After dealing with that batch of goods and using the money to hire some help, it would be better than charging in on a motorcycle.

Taking on an infantry division alone... Not even the Legendary SSSR Administrator could do that.

Not even Emperor Sigmar could blow up a planet with one punch.

Handing the motorcycle helmet to Tail, who looked regretful, Sisi gently patted the motorcycle's rear seat cushion and reassured her with a smile. "Alright, don't be down. I'll figure out a way to help Tail find that big treasure... Let's head back now, or Roshan and Sesame Paste will worry about us."

"Oh! You're right... GIAO! It's that late?!" Tail glanced at the time on her VM, jumped in shock, and immediately hopped onto the motorcycle.

Sisi's face broke into a smile. She pulled down the wind visor hanging from the helmet, twisted the handle, and started the motor.

"Hold tight."

...

As dawn rose again...

Honestly, although not a perception type player, Escaping Mole sometimes really admired his own sixth sense.

Just the day before, he had made a bold declaration in front of all his underlings, and today, before even logging on, he received an order from the administrator, demanding all corps commanders return to Dawn City immediately.

Ideal City, on the rooftop helipad of a high-rise building.

Standing not far from the helipad, Escaping Mole's face was filled with reluctance as he hugged the employees of Skeleton Studio one by one.

Watching their boss prepare to board the plane, Xue Hongliang couldn't help but ask, "Can you not go to the front lines if we donate money?"

"What are you talking about?!" Escaping Mole looked at him seriously and spoke solemnly, "Is this about money?"

The reason the New Alliance united under the flag of the shelter was precisely because the residents of Shelter 404 always rushed to the front line, never using their blue coats to arrogantly push the residents of the New Alliance ahead.

It was their duty!

And their responsibility!

Of course, that was speaking on a grander scale...

On a smaller scale, each of these national war activities and missions offered the most rewards.

They could make money through trade, but to rise to a T1 or even T0 level player, one had to step up when the New Alliance called.

There are two things in this game that they couldn't buy with silver coins. One was a helmet. The other, contribution points.

Especially the latter! It was incredibly useful.

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Xue Hongliang stopped persuading him and spoke in a respectful tone, "Boss, take care!"

Escaping Mole smiled and replied. "Don't worry, your boss is godly. I can't die! When I come back, I'll continue to create glory with you and make our studio bigger and stronger!"

With that, he resolutely boarded the plane, leaving behind a heroic silhouette for the employees and reporters.

On the plane, Escaping Mole immediately noticed a lady with long and slender legs sitting in the cabin. She was beautiful, not just pretty, and she exuded a competent and shrewd aura. Her posture and demeanor were very much like those of a CEO.

Escaping Mole wasn't a shy person, especially not in front of NPCs, but he still subconsciously chose a seat two spaces away.

However, to his surprise, as soon as he sat down, the beauty initiated a conversation with him. "Hello, my name is Li Shuyue."

"Hello... I'm Escaping Mole." Being approached made Escaping Mole somewhat embarrassed, suddenly regretting choosing such a casual name.

But the beautiful woman didn't seem to find the name odd. She continued naturally, "Where's the person who came with you?"

Escaping Mole smiled. "Are you talking about Ample Time? This time, they've called back the Corps Commanders. That little brother isn't high enough level, the mobilization hasn't reached him yet."

The two of them actually got along quite well, but that didn't stop him from occasionally mocking the annoying little bastard.

After all, that guy never spared the asshole either.

High contributions or not... He was still just a dog-headed military advisor! He wasn't the Corps Commander!

Calling him a 'little brother' wasn't wrong!

"Oh." Li Shuyue nodded then fell silent, ending the conversation. As for matters like Corps Commanders and ranks, she seemed uninterested, which made Escaping Mole feel awkward.

Damn!

Are the NPCs in this game this superficial?

Thinking he hadn't noticed anything particularly handsome about that dog, at least he felt that Ample Time wasn't much more handsome than himself.

Why does he have all the luck with women?

Just any random NPC seems interested in that guy.

Escaping Mole grumbled silently.

It's a conspiracy!

Definitely a conspiracy!

He must have sold his sacred butthole to Brother Light!

In this silent atmosphere, the Orca transport plane slowly took off, trailing a pale blue arc of light, heading towards the west.

Beside the helipad, Xue Hongliang and a group of employees wearing Skeleton Studio T-shirts were still immersed in the sorrow of losing their boss.

The battlefield...

That was a place where death was everywhere!

They hoped that the next time they saw him, it wouldn't be just a box of ashes and a photograph... At that moment, a reporter noticed the group of sad young men. An instinct for news made him sharply sense the scent of a story, and he immediately approached with his drone.

"Hello, can you tell me, Who is the commander of the Skeleton Corps to you?"

Xue Hongliang sniffled. "He's our boss."

"Boss?" The reporter looked surprised.

Passing reporters heard him and gathered around, pulling out their interview pens and deploying their interview drones again.

Being faced with so many cameras was somewhat overwhelming.

After all, he was just the CEO of a small studio. Although he'd seen some scenes, he'd never seen anything this big, and he nodded nervously.

"Yes... We are Skeleton Studio, we make games." The reporter exclaimed in surprise.

"Making games? But... Isn't that gentleman a corps commander? That should be a military officer, right?"

"Yes... He's told us, his main job is driving tanks, but making games is his dream."

Dream!

Hearing this word, the surrounding reporters' eyes lit up, and the one who asked the question immediately followed up. "Could you elaborate?"

Xue Hongliang was indeed a bit nervous at first.

But seeing the intensely interested expressions on the faces around him, he gradually found his groove, and his speech and tone became more natural.

"I still remember, the day of the interview... The first time I met him, he told me he'd never seen anything so wonderful." Looking at one attentive face after another, he continued, "Just wearing a pair of glasses, you can enter a completely virtual world, communicate seamlessly with real people, share your own stories, bring joy to others..."

"He said, ever since he came to this city, from the moment he put on the virtual reality glasses, he found a new goal, a new dream in his life!"

"Though born in a world full of death and ruins, he hoped to share his stories with the people living in Ideal City through Endpoint Cloud, this magical medium, bringing happiness... "

Actually, facing the camera wasn't as difficult as imagined. All he had to pick to say was what everyone liked to hear.

Focusing on the special identity and background, Xue Hongliang observed the expressions of the crowd while continuing to weave his story.

A wasteland traveler.

Despite being tormented and destroyed by fate, he still harbored a bright and simple dream, hoping to bring more joy to the world!

Even to the extent of spending all his savings!

How amazing was someone like that?

And when his hometown was threatened, the man unhesitatingly gave up the comfortable life of Ideal City, boarded a plane back home, and went to the front line to resist the invaders!

Many in the crowd revealed looks of admiration, their eyes even turning moist with emotion.

Of course, it wasn't entirely because they were moved.

Many were also excited because they had dug up big news.

Their minds had already conjured up a script of tens of thousands of words. Some even made a two-hour movie in their heads.

A reporter looked at him seriously, offering an interview pen. "What's your game called?"

Scanning the surrounding drones and the expectant gazes, Xue Hongliang's eyes blanked for a moment.

But, just for a moment.

He was well aware it was the once in a lifetime opportunity his boss talked about.

"Battle Royale..." Xue Hongliang responded almost out of reflex.

Although his boss had never said anything close to what he made up, since he'd already fabricated so much, it hardly mattered.

With an enthusiastic voice, he continued, "It's a game adapted from our boss's real experiences in the wastelands, witnessed by everyone in our studio."

"I can guarantee with my life that this game is 100% realistic!" [1]

1. what kind of inception... ☜