This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

September 12.

6:00.

After the release of the test qualifications, after three days of a tormenting wait, the day of entering the game finally came.

Following the tutorial on the official website, Du Mingdao put on a helmet, lay flat on the bed, and closed his eyes.

‘Will this really work?'

However, in the same moment when he just had such thoughts in his heart, he, with his eyes closed, saw that a beam of light passed through the darkness and shone in front of him.

Obviously his eyes were closed...

Du Mingdao sat up from the damp culture chamber and looked around, his dull gaze was gradually replaced by a strong shock.

‘This……'

‘Is it the game world?!'

Metallic walls and floor tiles, streamlined hatches were full of sci-fi sense, and faint steam evaporated from his shoulders, taking away his body temperature little by little.

He took a deep breath of the game world air, and he faintly smelled an unpleasant smell.

Du Mingdao didn't know whether everything in front of him was real.

But this 100% immersion made him speechless in shock.

‘This feeling— It's a bunker! ! !'

Simultaneously, the dormant chamber suddenly opened; a humanoid lizard with dark green scales all over his body sat up from the chamber.

The moment he met his eyes, Du Mingdao was taken aback.

"What the fu**?! What the hell is this?"

"What is what?..."

"Who are you? An NPC???"

"What NPC? I'm a player! I'm Garbage_pickup_level_99... Who the hell are you?"

"You are Garbage?! I'm Hold_the_sword_execution! Damn, you are the newcomer who joined the group a few days ago? Why are you so ugly?!"

"You are so ugly!" His amber pupils glared at him. The lizard man looked dumbfounded, obviously he hadn't figured out the situation.

But soon, his gaze fell on his scaly dark green skin, and his dazed pupils gradually became horrified.

He hurriedly lowered his head, looked left and right, his claws fumbled around on his body, his tail twisted with his body, like a gecko falling into a mud pit.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly fixed between his legs.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a sorrowful cry.

"Damn it! Why don't I have that thing?!"

Du Mingdao almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You already look like this, but you still care about that thing?!"

"Why don't I have that thing?! Liar! This game designer is a fuc*ing liar! Since there is a lizard man character, why can't I create a female character?!"

"If you don't want to be a lizardman, let's swap."

"Get lost."

A body scanning device was connected to the dormant chamber, and players could see their own attributes and levels. These were all the information published on the official website.

Mr. Garbage stretched out his index finger and touched the operation interface. Soon, the attribute panel was projected on the screen.

[ID: Garbage_pickup_level_99

Genetic sequence: mutants·lizard man

Level: LV.0

——Basic attributes——

Strength: 8

Agility: 7

Physique: 8

Perception: 8

Intelligence: 2

]

[Talent:

Cold-blooded (more stealthy, and slower action in low temperature environment)

Work hard but not smart (more endurance, and difficult to operate complex machinery)

Physical regeneration (stronger resilience, and difficult to level up the genetic sequence level)

]

‘Huh?

This attribute is actually not bad!'

Mr. Garbage vaguely remembered that it was written on the official website that the attribute benchmark value of a normal adult male was 5, which fluctuated between ±2.

Obviously, his benchmark value was not based on adult males. Except for the lower intelligence attribute, the other four attributes were all outrageously strong.

The point was that he didn't think he was stupid either.

So what if the intelligence panel data was lower?

It did not affect him at all!

Realizing this, Mr. Garbage immediately became so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and he also stopped making complaints.

Du Mingdao, who was sitting in the next culture chamber, looked at the lizardman smirking there, and asked with concern,

"Are... are you alright?"

"Haha, I'm great! Let's go, let's get out of this room, and meet other players first!"

With that, Mr. Garbage jumped out of the culture chamber.

He found that the lizardman had another advantage: no need for clothes. It didn't matter much if he was or was not wearing clothes; he didn't have anything that he needed to cover.

Staring at this lively lizard, Du Mingdao's face reflected a bewildered look.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that there was a piece of paper stuck to this guy's ass.

"You have something on your ass."

"Where?"

After being told that, Mr. Garbage also felt a strange sensation on his buttocks, so he stretched his paws back.

This was the first time he controlled this body, he was not quite used to it. His two claws scraped for a while before finally scraping off the piece of paper.

This piece of paper was waterproof, so it was not wet.

However, the text written on it was not Chinese, nor was it any language he knew.

Mr. Garbage was confused, his paw scratched on the top of his head.

"What's the stuff written on this?"

...

Shelter residents hall.

The space that was originally fairly spacious was now full of new players.

All sorts of people were standing here, their faces were invariably full of awkwardness, surprise, excitement, and curiosity.

Before that, almost everyone thought that this so-called "fully immersive virtual reality game" might just be a joke made by a few boring game fans.

Even if they received the helmet from the game company, most people were still skeptical.

But now, all suspicions have disappeared.

If they must find a game that was more realistic than this, then that would only be "reality" itself!

Passing through the automatic door, "Garbage_pickup_level_99" caused quite a stir when it came out of the room.

At first, everyone thought he was an NPC, but after asking about it, they realized that he was also a player, and it was very likely that he was still the legendary "hidden class"!

Bathed in the envy of everyone, Mr. Garbage, who seemed to have forgotten the fact that he did not have his little brother, smiled quite proudly.

Is that thing important?

It is not important at all.

"Brother, team up with me. I will protect you."

Mr. Garbage cocked his chin and patted the shoulder of Brother Sword who was standing next to him. The latter gave him a speechless look, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

He was only a little stronger at the early stage.

Coming out of the room with this guy, Du Mingdao also received a lot of attention.

Unfortunately, his genetic sequence was just an ordinary strength type, and there was nothing special about it.

While the players in the lobby were looking at them, he was also secretly observing other players in the lobby.

Except for Brother Garbage, most players seemed to be relatively normal, at least on the surface there was no difference from others.

Considering physical attributes, there should be mainly strength type and physique type, but there were also a small number of perception type, agile type, and intelligence type players.

What surprised Du Mingdao the most was that there were actually two female players in it?

One of them was 180cm tall and had a curvy figure. More importantly, her shelter uniform was stretched to the limit, so she should also be a strength type.

The other one was a bit shorter, estimated to be 150cm. She looked unremarkable, so he couldn't tell what type she was, at least she did not look like a strength type.

Du Mingdao used to study civil engineering in the university, and he had been working for many years, so his visual observation was very accurate. Especially in the evaluation of distance and size, there was generally not much error.

The two of them came out of the same room and seemed to have some conflicts.

"Who is this little girl? Are you still drinking milk?"

"You! So what if you are tall in the game! Maybe you are short in real life!"

"Hehe, from this kind of response, it is obvious that you are not very old in reality. Are you a primary school student?"

"Hehehe, unfortunately, this Elder Sister works as a director in a fashion design company, unlike a certain someone who only looks for validation of his existence in a game."

"Hehehehe, just a mere director, I thought you were the president of some big corporate group. I don't know which company this little sister works for?"

"Hehehehehe, it's none of your business!"

Du Mingdao: "..."

He decided that these two players were just like elementary school students...

Of course, it wasn't just those two people that were noisy.

After waiting for such a long time, the players who have finally gotten the qualification for the closed beta test were very excited. They kept exclaiming in amazement, touching everything they could see, and couldn't relax at all.

Someone even slammed their heads against the wall, but they didn't cry out in pain, only giggled silly while holding their heads in the corner.

And this was quite normal.

There was also a player who grabbed the player next to him, begging the person to slap him. He wanted to try what it was like to be beaten up, so he would be mentally prepared to fight the monsters later on.

Du Mingdao's hair stood on end upon seeing those scenes.

Did he enter the game world or did he get into a lunatic asylum?

From seeing someone taking off their pants, planning to take a dump to performing an even crazier behavior. Then a majestic voice came from the direction of the main entrance and passed through the residents' hall.

"Quiet."

In an instant, everyone went quiet.

The majestic voice seemed to carry a special pressure, causing the players in the residential hall to unconsciously stop the noise, and all the eyes also subconsciously followed the direction of the sound.

Du Mingdao was no exception.Looking at the man standing at the door, the expression on his face instantly became excited.

NPC!

Opening plot!

This should be the legendary administrator!

Although it was the first time for him to play this game, he had been following the posts of "There_will_be_ample_time" on the official website before, so he was quite familiar with the in-game settings.

The other players here were the same, all holding breath and looking forward to the beginning of the plot.

When Chu Guang selected players, in addition to referring to the occupations filled in on the application page, he also checked their post history of the forum, online duration, and activity level, excluding those "primary school students" with eighth-grade syndrome as much as possible. After all, those kids were the most likely to cause trouble in the game.

They were more suitable for moving bricks on the construction site, not here.

Looking around the players in the residents' hall, Chu Guang slowly continued to speak with a calm and serious voice.

"Welcome to shelter 404."

"I am the administrator here."

"My codename is Dawn."