This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

The amount of work completed in the afternoon was almost three times that of the morning.

A total of fifty pieces of wood of various thicknesses were pulled to the walls of the nursing home by the players using ropes and trolleys.

To be honest, the performance of these players was beyond Chu Guang's expectations.

Each piece of wood was between 10 to 8 meters in length, and more than half of them were as thick as a human thigh.

Chu Guang counted a total of 2,000 contribution points.

Among them, Old White had the most achievements, and he obtained 800 points just by himself alone. Gale was probably the worst. The clone of this guy was not good at physical activity, having the physique of ordinary people. He earned only 300 points after working for the whole day.

As for the use of this point?

Chu Guang hadn't thought about it yet.

The shelter was currently dirt poor; he only had two lollipops in his pocket. The compressed cookie he possessed had already been eaten by him.

After thinking about it, he only told the players that in addition to waiting three days for resurrection, they also had to spend resurrection coins.

Furthermore, resurrection coins needed to be purchased with contribution points.

Although the "purchasing power" of contribution points was weak, the players didn't seem to care too much.

After all, it was currently in the closed beta stage, and it was understandable that there weren't that many in-game items. As long as their data would not be removed after the game was released, you could always find a place to spend those points in the future.

In addition, the contribution point was just a number. For the time being, it could only be checked on the official website after players went offline.

Although Chu Guang also wanted to learn from Boulder City and get some tangible coins out, the conditions of the shelter were so poor that even the materials for the "coins" were unavailable.

He couldn't give the players chips.

Although chips were hard currency in Qingquan City, he only had a few left.

Moreover, it was useless to directly issue chips to them, as it was impossible for players to go to the survivor stronghold to trade on their own.

Chu Guang could communicate with the survivors because he had the language of this world in his head.

The clones used by the players were nothing but a blank sheet of paper, they didn't even have any consciousness, so naturally, there was nothing players could inherit from them.

The language used by the survivors in Qingquan City was the common language of the Federation of People.

This language was completely different from the languages of any country or nation in the modern world. At most, it was only slightly similar to Chinese in grammar and pronunciation.

In the future, Chu Guang would consider developing a set of translation tools to solve the problem of communication between players and "NPCs", and along the way, redesign the distribution and economic system.

But not now.

...

After counting the results of today's work, it was already very late.

Chu Guang raised his head, glancing at the setting sun on the horizon, then squinted his eyes slightly.

Night was falling.

"Administrator, I found that our outpost has no electricity," Ample Time walked forward and said, "Why don't we get a generator?"

This was a good question.

It was a pity that Chu Guang couldn't do anything about it.

"We don't have any additional generators," Chu Guang looked at him, "Which one of you knows how to make one? Or do any of you have electrician-related skills?"

The players looked at each other.

"Can't we just pull a wire from the underground?" Night Ten asked a very stupid question.

"Such a long wire would not be there, and the energy in the shelter is not unlimited. Even if it can be used in the short term, the long-term problem will not be solved, and can even leave greater hidden dangers."

At this point, Chu Guang paused.

"It's late, we should go back."

Going back meant "logging out" for the players.

Although it was not completely dark yet, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was going to be morning in the Country Hua on the parallel world.

Unknowingly, the players had been in the game world for so long. When they suddenly realised it, they all had expressions of wanting to continue playing.

They felt that there were still many places worth exploring in this world.

But they still needed to work during the day, and it was impossible to stay here forever.

...

Inside shelter 404.

Looking at the players lying down in the culture chamber, Chu Guang wondered if he should also try to recruit some idlers who did not work during the day.

Or players in other time zones.

Otherwise, there would only be one person left in the huge outpost, which was not suitable from a security point of view.

"I think I will continue to sleep in the shelter today."

Unless it was necessary, he really didn't want to go back to his "doghouse" on Bett Street.

Just when Chu Guang was thinking about what to do, Little Seven came to him.

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

"The physical examination report of the clones have been updated. Would you like to see themt?"

Chu Guang hesitated slightly.

"…… Physical examination report?"

"Mhm! Every time the player logs out normally, the culture chamber will scan the clones in the chamber, record the body function of the clones, and extract a certain number of embryonic stem cells for backup, and record the progress of the genetic sequence development——"

"Wait, what is the genetic sequence?"

Hearing these unfamiliar words, Chu Guang felt that he had missed some key information.

Faced with the administrator's question, Little Seven answered.

"Did you not find that the clones used by each player are synthesized from different DNA, and that the genetic sequence is the number of the different DNA?"

Chu Guang immediately asked: "Then what is the development progress?"

"The DNA of each sequence is carefully designed, but unfortunately, we have not fully grasped the mystery of life."

"Not all the traits of genetic information have been fully expressed. It's like how the children of athletes are more likely to become athletes, but they are not born athletes."

"The so-called development progress refers to the degree of dominant expression of special segments in the gene sequence, which is usually expressed in percentage."

"For example, if the development progress reaches 100%, the performance of the living body will be infinitely close to the limit of the designed gene, reaching the most perfect state... But it is almost impossible."

"At present, the development progress of the four gene sequences we have activated is between 0 and 1%. According to research, as long as we continuously stimulate our survival instinct and exercise our body, we can increase this value."

If the "gene sequence" was understood as a class , the "development progress" was probably similar to a level.

Gene sequences that focused on strength enhancement were like the "barbarians" in the DND. They were inherently stronger and tended to improve their strength attributes.

For example, "White_horse_passing_a_crevice".

The other players were quite normal, but he had a lot of body hair and a muscular body, obviously unlike a normal person.

Goodness.

These clones - oh no, players could actually level up!

And there was actually a talent setting!

Such an awesome thing, but he's just learned about it now.

Looking at Little Seven who was explaining nonchalantly, Chu Guang couldn't help but say.

"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing before???"

Little Seven said sadly, "Didn't you tell me not to speak all of sudden? I was going to tell you from the beginning."

Chu Guang: "..."

This robot……

It definitely did it deliberately!