This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 68: Is the Dev Planning a Campaign?

Twelve deerskins were the entire inventory of the shelter, and three of them were obtained from the Yu family.

There were no problems with the quality of the deerskin. Both the coat color and the completeness were considered excellent. After thinking about it, Liszt finally nodded, reluctantly.

"Deal."

The two sides then exchanged supplies.

Before leaving, Liszt and Chu Guang shook hands and showed a pleasant smile from their faces.

"Goodbye my friend. Next time we see each other, it should be spring."

Chu Guang also smiled faintly. "We will always be here, take care."

"You too."

Suddenly remembering something, Liszt continued,

"By the way, I heard that there is a Marauder camp in the north. It seems to be called the Bloodhand Clan. There are roughly sixty to seventy people. It's not a good idea to settle here. Even if they like to loot the places in the north more, it will be a matter of time before they find this place... Anyway, it's better to be careful, and see you next time!"

With these words, Liszt left with his caravan.

Chu Guang watched the caravan disappear into the woods and turned back to walk inside the wall.

Of course he knew that this place was not a good place to stay.

If there was a choice, Chu Guang would have definitely looked for a better place to settle down, preferably the kind that was suitable for farming and mining, and without any dangerous elements around.

It was a pity that this was not "Civilization". He could restart that game if he didn't have a good location in the beginning, but the shelter was built two centuries ago—he couldn't do anything.

Going back inside the wall.

Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu, took out a white chip from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you, you helped me a lot."

When Chu Guang took out his chip, Yu Hu's expression changed and he waved his hand quickly.

"No, no. What are you doing? I can't take it," he said hurriedly.

Then as if he suddenly remembered something, he rummaged in his pocket for a while before he found a piece of aluminum foil the size of a thumb nail.

"By the way, my elder brother has recovered from his injury, so my father asked me to return the rest—"

Seeing that this guy refused to accept it, Chu Guang sighed and took the chip back.

"Okay, since you insist, I won't give it to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don't have a shortage of this thing."

After spending some time, he finally persuaded this straightforward young man. Watching him disappear into the forest, Chu Guang wondered whether he should sell some of his medicines.

According to rumors, other large and medium-sized shelters seemed to be more involved in the pharmaceutical business?

After all, larger shelters would have a dispensing room; some were even equipped with a large drug library.

Of course, those were just rumors, they shouldn't be taken seriously.

Even in the era of information explosion, the authenticity of every message could not be verified, let alone here?

These days, the players were fairly diligent. On average, he could save five to seven reward points every day. And so far, he already had twenty-two points.

To assign the task of assembling the generator to the players, Chu Guang turned and went back to the shelter.

When he turned on the system and entered the [Administrator Log] page, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

[The side mission is completed. ]

[Reward: Reward points +100. ]

Faced with this sudden reward, Chu Guang was stunned.

'My goodness.'

This side mission had been delayed for so long that he only remembered that the outpost lacked a generator, but forgot the mission reward.

"I'm rich!"

Chu Guang was thrilled.

...

About 1.7 kilometers north of Linghu Wetland Park.

A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins and with dark red paint on their faces were walking along the ruins of the viaduct, heading south.

They were holding strange-shaped iron-barreled rifles in their hands, instead of carrying them on their backs, which made it seem like they were ready for a battle.

The mutant mice on the road fled one after another, and occasionally a few mutant cockroaches the size of a puppy would rush over. But they were either trampled to death by them with one foot or were smashed to death with the rifle stock.

However, this also made a lot of noise.

In addition, because this group of people didn't have good discipline, the conversation they had along the way could be heard from far away.

Several players who were transporting stones from the construction site soon noticed them. They immediately threw their cart on the side of the road and went into hiding.

"Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, [Construction_site_boy_and_bricks] whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs… They look like hostile NPCs."

"I think so too... They are a bit like marauders." [Sideline_slacking] also looked tense and clenched the knife in his pocket tightly.

Although this did not bring him much sense of security.

"Damnit, are we really getting the war campaign?! Were Devs lurking in the forum all day long?"

"After a wave of rational analysis… I think he can hear us in the game."

"Dev is my father!"

"Hush, stop talking, you two!" [Big_eyes_in_debt] glanced at his two teammates beside him and said in a low voice, "Old Brick, you go report it."

"Screw you, why don't you go?"

"I'm an intelligence type! I cannot outrun them! Besides, a strength type will do much better at long-distance running. You just need to be careful."

"Then, why don't you ask Sideline Slacking to do it?"

"He is a perception type, you idiot! Don't talk nonsense, hurry up! There is a reward for reporting valuable information. Have you forgotten?"

Hearing that there was a reward, the young construction site boy was finally willing to move.

His heart was beating so badly, he hid behind the advertising board, walked around a full two hundred meters, and then started to run into the forest at his full speed after the group of marauders disappeared from his sight.

When he arrived at the outpost, the newcomers were still cutting trees, the old players were just returning with their prey, and there were others at the market entrance setting up stalls while thinking about what to eat for lunch.

It was an extremely peaceful scene.

Ignoring his beating heart, the young man from the construction site, who rushed to the gate, shouted loudly,

"Marauder! Marauder attack!"

Hearing his bellow, everyone near the wall was confused and didn't figure out what was going on.

"Huh? What marauders?"

"Where is the administrator?! Hurry up, go and tell him!" The boy said intermittently, breathing heavily, with his hands on his knees.

"I'm right here." Chu Guang walked out of the door with water still hanging from his eyebrows, and looked at the player in front of him with a serious face, "You mean marauders?"

"Yes! They have around ten people! They are coming to us from the north side, everyone is carrying guns. And there are three dogs as well!"

Chu Guang's face changed slightly. Leaving the matter of opening the blind boxes, he immediately ordered the players next to him.

"Let all the players near the outpost come back! Go!"