This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

It was just like getting rich overnight!

In terms of the players who died in the battle, apart from the rewards from the spoils, there were also pensions specially issued by the administrator.

However, the amount of the pension was not high. Let’s use a player with an Lv1 genetic sequence as an example. Each level could get 1 silver coin per day, so the players of this level could get 3 silver coins in three days.

Lv2 players would get 6 silver, Lv3 players would get 9 silver, and so on.

This didn’t provide much money, but it was better than nothing. Three days later, they would be able to log into the game again.

"Long live the administrator!"

"Fuck yeah! I have a gun now, hahaha!"

"Wuu Wuu, 41 silver coins! I've never been so rich!"

"Hurry up and buy something!"

The Combat Profession players cheered loudly. Holding the silver coins handed out by Chu Guang, they went to spend the money happily.

The eight Life Profession players who did not participate in the battle cried with envy as they watched from the side. If they knew the rewards were so high, they would've taken their spades and sticks and rushed to the frontline.

Ya Ya secretly priced her crab legs at 3 silver coins after seeing the auction results.

Lena and Hein, who watched from the side, looked dumbfounded. It took them a while before they swallowed and communicated in low voices.

"What are they doing?"

"It seems to be an auction."

"I don't understand, why do they have to spend money to buy back their own spoils? Shouldn't those spoils belong to whoever picked them up?"

"I also don't understand it, but I'm shocked."

Hein suddenly had a new understanding of the young ruler. Although he didn't know what methods or spells this man used, this man had clearly mastered the art of power to the extreme.

There was nothing commendable about a ruler who was able to make farmers hand in their harvest. After all, anyone was able to load a rifle.

But if a group of farmers was willing, even grateful, to use the coins in their hands to buy back their own harvest...

Probably only the devil had this kind of ability.

In any case, this was the second time that Hein had raised his evaluation and opinion of Chu Guang.

However, Chu Guang did not care how others evaluated him.

Compared to Kiri from Empyrean, Chu Guang felt that he was already a good person. At least he wouldn't scam players, nor would he fool them with a hidden loot drop rate.

Does anyone really think that more money can make players happy?

People who think this way mostly play too few games. They have never seen a game where players would be rewarded with hundreds of millions and billions of gold coins in every mission. In the end, only the players who are new to those games are satisfied, with the old and loyal players feeling like they were betrayed by the game.

Yes, Chu Guang had been scammed by game companies more than once, so he was very careful when designing the economic system of Wasteland Online.

He knew very well that he was not like those real greedy game publishers, who would sell some "divine outfits" to milk players dry.

Amidst the cheers of the players, Chu Guang waved his hand, went through the north gate and returned to the nursing home, and took the elevator to the underground.

The elevator to the B2 floor was in the residential lobby on floor B1. It was still locked and there were only a few hours left before it would be opened.

Taking advantage of some free time, Chu Guang sat in front of the computer and updated the information he had sorted out from "Bloodhand Diary" on the official website for those non-test players.

Then Chu Guang collected the ideas on the forum for a while, and looked over the posts that he didn't have time to read last night like reading memorials.

Some of these ideas were really good, so he decided to add them to the alpha 0.5 version update.

Time passed by quickly, and it was finally two o'clock in the morning.

Seeing that it was almost time, Chu Guang stretched his body and stood up from the chair. He put on the exoskeleton suit again, and put a sledgehammer on his back.

Although the possibility of the first administrator harming him was only one in ten thousand, it was still better to be careful.

"Little Seven, I'm going down now." Little Seven, who had already returned to the corner to charge, raised its camera and nodded happily.

"Mhm. Be careful, master." Chu Guang, who was about to get on the elevator, stopped and looked back at the robot.

"What do you mean be careful? Is something dangerous down there? Or do you know something?"

Being stumped by the series of questions, Little Seven froze for a long time before saying in a dull voice.

"I don't know, eh… probably not?"

"Then why do you want me to be careful?"

"Ah?! That, that is just a saying stored in the language database..."

‘Uh.’

‘There's a thing such as that?’

"... Come with me."

Looking at Little Seven who stopped talking and rolled next to him, Chu Guang stepped onto the elevator heading to the B2 floor, less worried.

It was not that he was scared.

He was just trying to be cautious.

As Chu Guang stepped in, two buttons labeled B1 and B2, as well as authorized dialogue boxes, immediately appeared on the originally dark touch screen.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and pressed B2 without hesitation.

The door closed lightly, and the elevator began to descend. However, the door opened again in less than three seconds, and a gust of dry and refreshing air rushed through the crack of the door.

There was even a refreshing fragrance to it.

"... Air freshener?"

Chu Guang had a weird expression and glanced at Little Seven next to him.

"Go explore the floor first."

"Okay..."

The voice sounded weak and even a little upset.

But Little Seven still listened to its master's words, and rolled its wheels sulkily.

Holding the hammer handle behind him in his right hand, Chu Guang walked forward steadily and cautiously stepped into this area that was said to have been unattended for more than a century.

The floor here was very clean. There was no trace of dust, and no creaking sound could be heard when stepping on it.

Not only the floor, but the surroundings were so brand new that there was not even a trace of someone having lived in this place before.

The elevator was located in the center of the circular lobby, similar to the stage of a circular theater, and the area here was more spacious than the residential lobby on floor B1.

There were four gates located in the south, east, north, and west of the lobby. Behind the gates was a straight main corridor and four fan-shaped areas divided by the main corridor.

There were controllable alloy doors between adjacent partitions, which were usually opened by default. If necessary, the gates could be lowered to isolate the partitions as a whole.

Among them, Zone A was a functional area, and the facilities inside seemed to be quite complicated. Chu Guang intended to leave it and explore later.

As for the structure of Zone B, C, and D, it was very simple. He could guess from the floor plan posted at the entrance that this was a residential area.

The densely packed doors and numbers were like pigeon cages, filling the entire corridor. It was roughly estimated that the area of each room was only 4~5 square meters, which was enough for one culture chamber and one table. It was less than half of the area of the rooms on floor B1.

"Can people really live in this kind of place?" Chu Guang, who was walking in Zone C, was secretly shocked. He opened a room and found that there was only a culture chamber in it.

‘Alright then.’

‘Maybe this is not a place for people to live.’

"... The room is a bit smaller, but the quadruple room has been changed to a standard room, which can be considered as a concern for the players' privacy."

There were two hundred rooms in each partition, and the rooms in Zone C and Zone D were equipped with culture chambers. So, there were four hundred rooms in total.

The population limit of the shelter was directly increased from one hundred to five hundred. This was undoubtedly good news for Chu Guang, who was in short supply of labor.

So many places, it was enough to last for several versions!

The only pity was that this large population was probably not needed in winter.

But it didn't matter, it would be useful in spring!

As for Zone B, it had a very common configuration. There was only a bed and a foldable table in each room, without even a stool.

‘This should be the living area,’ Chu Guang internally thought. However, after he searched all the rooms, he couldn't find a single personal thing left behind.

Including the matching bedding, everything was neatly folded, similar-looking to a tofu block. Even if he used a ruler to measure it, he probably would not be able to find any errors.

"...If someone has ever lived in this place, it wouldn't be this clean."

Just when Chu Guang was thinking like this, he, who walked to the last room on the main corridor in Zone B, was slightly stunned.

Not only did he stop, but Little Seven who was rolling in front also stopped.

"Master, there seems to be something on the ground."

"I saw it."

It was a card, and it looked a bit like an ID card.

The card fell in front of the room at the end of the corridor, and it was just below the doorknob… It looked like it was left there on purpose.

Chu Guang stepped forward and picked up the card.

The light from the ceiling of the corridor was shed on the white card. Following the hexagonal pattern, Chu Guang could see the metal-like luster, but it was impossible to identify what material it was made of.

There were no photos or names on the card, only a word unclear as to whether it represented occupations or a code name,

"... Guard?"

Chu Guang seemed to have understood something.

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