This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

Chapter 103 The Hardworking Players Can Take Care Of Themselves

After Chu Guang left, there were endless shouts in the lobby on the second basement floor.

Little_book_worm: "Are there any newcomers of the perception type? We are an old veteran team with an Lv3 strength type, a physique type, and an agile type. If you join us, you just need to lock the enemy and leave the rest to us. We will carry you."

Midnight_pubg: "Is there any strength-type player who needs a team? Come, team up with us to chop down trees. We will help you level up to LV1 in one day!"

Spring_water_commander: "Huh! Why does no one want the intelligence type? This is not fair!"

Elf_Fugui_Wang: "Big brother, it's not that we don't want them. We don't know how to level up the intelligence type!"

Irene: "I can teach you how to be a feeder."

The most sought-after newcomer was naturally the white bear, but there was only one bear, and she was quickly fooled into becoming a tank.

Then the newcomers who were in the most demand were the perception type, followed by the strength type, which was the easiest to level up, and the agile type and physique type which could play any role in the team.

The saddest players were still the intelligence-type players.

In the current version, although Life Profession had signs of rising, not all Life Profession positions required intelligence.

It was true that the higher the intelligence attribute, the speed of learning skills would be slightly increased, but this bonus was actually not very obvious in the novice period.

Life Profession jobs like moving bricks, plastering, digging, transporting stones, and making cement actually required strength.

Just when the intelligence-type players felt lost, a 1.5 meter tall girl with intelligence sequence stood on tiptoes and waved her both hands high.

"This is Teng Teng's Hut. We are recruiting cute apprentices who are willing to be tailors. We will consider Intelligence type players first. Come sign up!"

A group of intelligence-type newbies seemed to see the light in the gloomy world.

"Mom, I saw an angel!"

"Coach! I want to learn tailoring!"

"Wuu Wuu, from today, scissors and needles are my life!"

"Wait, can I sign up? I am a strength type! I suddenly felt that Life Profession is also very interesting!"

"I think intuition is very important in making clothes, I am a perception type!"

"Nonsense! Agility is the most important in tailoring! Speed is the way!!"

Not only the newbies of the intelligence type, but other sequences also ran over.

Later, not just the newbies, even the old players with VMs also came to join in the fun, begging to hug the thigh of the rich woman.

Teng Teng, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, waved her hands hurriedly and said. "I, I, I can only take three people."

Tail standing on the edge of the crowd stroked her chin, and sighed. "Damn it, they took my bear away."

Sisi standing next to her sighed and rolled her eyes. "Stop complaining. We should hurry up and find a big thigh to hug."

"Thigh?" As if an antenna seemed to be erected on the top of her head, Tail stretched out her neck and looked around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and locked on a certain long leg that was pushed to the edge of the square.

"Sisi, you are the physique type, right?"

"Mhm."

"I’m an agile type! " Hitting her palm with her fist, Tail stared at Ya Ya in the distance, her eyes became sharp. "It's her!"

Sisi glanced at Tail suspiciously. "...You sure?"

"Yes! It's bigger than us combined!"

"...Are we talking about the same thing?"

"Big, means strength!"

Watching Tail skipping toward Ya Ya, Sisi sighed. "I don’t know what she is thinking anymore..."

…

Leaving newbies to the old players, Chu Guang went to train the prisoners who had been rescued from the marauder's underground cells.

A total of thirty prisoners were rescued.

Previously, Chu Guang had ordered the warehouse manager Luca to register their identities, and ask how everyone was captured and what did they do before being captured. And more importantly, if they had any professional skills.

In addition, he also wanted to know where they were from, if they had any relatives on the wasteland, and if anyone was willing to ransom them, and so on.

These were all necessary procedures.

Chu Guang needed to decide what work was suitable for them based on their personal experience.

Of course, if someone expressed their desire to go home, he would generously let them go. Although he wouldn't pay the travel expenses, he would never force them to stay.

Nothing forcibly done is going to be agreeable, and it may not help him in any way. Moreover, these slaves were not stronger than the players, braver than the players, and more hard-working than the players.

What Chu Guang needed was loyalty from the heart.

Only a sufficiently loyal NPC could become his assistant, assisting him in guiding the players to play the game "correctly".

Although old Luca was illiterate and only learned some basic pinyin, VM had a recording function, and it was also possible to transfer oral recordings to text archives.

"Administrator." Looking at Chu Guang walking towards the warehouse, old Luca, who was teaching the survivors the rules, respectfully greeted him.

Chu Guang glanced at the survivors.

They were wearing ragged jackets and leather jackets that were pulled off from marauders. Most of them had sallow faces, and were as skinny as skeletons, clearly suffering from malnutrition.

Chu Guang had placed them in camp near the brick kiln, and recently moved them to the outpost, allowing them to build shacks between the south gate wall and the trenches.

Every day Luca would cook a pot of green wheat porridge for them with 2 kilos of raw meat and 1 kilo of cabbage they took from the marauders. For them, it was the supreme delicacy.

This was indeed good food.

After all, when they were in the underground cells before, not to mention wearing clothes, even fatter rats and cockroaches could be called delicious.

There was no steaming food there at all.

"Why are there only 25 left?" Chu Guang counted the number of people and found that there were fewer people, so he looked at Luca and asked.

Luca lowered her head and said. "Five people couldn't make it... When they were sent back, many of them were seriously injured, and some were even disabled. I used some herbs to treat them, but they still didn't survive. Their remains had been sent into the furnace. I'm sorry, I didn't do my job well. You can punish me."

Not bad. At least, he knew how to make decisions without my presence.

Chu Guang found that old Luca and Xia Yan were two extremes, one was very diligent, and the other one was very lazy.

"No, you did the right thing," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "have the identities of these survivors been checked?"

Luca nodded and said. "Yes!"

The recordings had been sorted into data and uploaded to the computer. Little Seven quickly pulled out the files and sent them to Chu Guang's VM.

Chu Guang's VM was different from the VMs of players and NPCs. He had the highest authority and could directly connect to the server of the No. 404 shelter. Basically, he would always get a signal as long as he didn't go too far out of the outpost.

Looking at the information on the VM, Chu Guang had a rough idea of the identities of these survivors.

Two of them were former slaves from Brown Farm and two were hunters from Bett Street. Most of the rest came from the survivor settlements near the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, or simply the refugees who wandered nearby.

"...Zhao Rat and Yang Seconddog?"

Tsk.

What are these names?

Chu Guang was speechless. He finally figured out what names the survivors of Bett Street would use if they ran out of Chinese zodiac signs and common animals.

If there were not enough names, they could still use numbers.

Hearing that the administrator was calling their names, the two skinny survivors hurriedly stood up nervously.

"Yes, sir."

"How did you end up being captured by the Bloodhand Clan?" Chu Guang stared at two people and asked curiously, "Didn't your old leech- I mean your town mayor paid the protection fee to the Bloodhand Clan?"

The two people looked confused.

"Protection fee..."

"I, I don't know, sir."

"Sir, how would the town mayor tell us this?"

"Yes... we were caught while hunting last month."

It seemed that the two people had never thought about why the marauders of Bloodhand Clan would not attack Bett Street.

The strength of Brown Farm was not bad. They gave the marauders supplies probably to avoid unnecessary losses. In terms of Bett Street, with a few guns and broken walls that couldn't even ward off rats, probably even a squad of marauders would be able to capture it.

However, it seemed that the protection fee and the ransom were two concepts. It couldn't guarantee their safety when scavenging outside, and the town mayor of Bett Street had no plan to ransom them.

Chu Guang stared at the two of them for a while, then spoke. "Do you have any relatives on Bett Street?"

The two nodded repeatedly.

"Yes."

"Very well, I now give you two choices, one is to go back to reunite with your relatives, and the other is to stay here and work for me."

The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Sir, I want to stay."

"Me, me too."

Chu Guang looked at them and smiled. "Have you thought it through carefully?"

The two nodded together.

"Yes!"

It was hard to get prey in winter, and they knew how much food was left at home. Going back by themselves now meant that their families would have one more person to feed, which would only worsen the situation at home.

Here, they got a place to live and food to eat. They were already very satisfied. Even if they wanted to go back, they wanted to wait until next spring.

Chu Guang knew what they were thinking, but didn't take it to heart.

Whether they went back to their home, or stayed at the outpost to help build the outpost, it was both useful to him.

Looking at Luca, Chu Guang continued to ask. "Do you know these slaves from Brown Farm?"

Luca replied obediently ."Sir, don't worry, I am your servant. I will treat them equally no matter where they are from."

Chu Guang said with a smile. "You just need to tell me if you know them."

Luca nodded quickly. "Both of those two, I know their names, although I don't communicate with them much."

Chu Guang nodded and continued. "Those two can stay here. You take them to familiarize themselves with the position of the warehouse manager. When they are capable of doing the position of warehouse manager, let them handle the granary and the warehouse."

"After this is done, I will arrange more important work for you."

Luca was overjoyed when he heard Chu Guang's words, but he still lowered his head humbly and solemnly promised. "Yes, sir! I promise that I'll train them well for you. If they do anything wrong, I am willing to take responsibility!"

The slaves at Brown Farm were very good; they were the most obedient.

Looking at the remaining survivors, Chu Guang thought for a moment and said. "In terms of the rest, ask them to pack their things, bring fuel, food, and other supplies."

"While it is not snowing now, I need them to camp on the edge of the river on the northwest side. There is a brick kiln there, I will arrange for them to work there. "

When they got there, two clever survivors would be selected to be the foremen, and a VM would be given to each of them to help them communicate with the players and guide other survivors to work.

The VM had a positioning function and would be turned on passively. Chu Guang was not at all worried that they would lose precious equipment, and it was a bit difficult to break this thing.

Luca nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."