This Game Is Too Realistic

After thinking about it for a long time, Chu Guang still couldn't figure out how to do it.

Although the principle of the generator was very simple, and even junior high school students knew that it was nothing more than "a conductor cutting across the lines of force in a magnetic field", it was not that simple to turn this sentence into a 10KW power generator.

Asking Google? The first page would mostly recommend which generator he should buy.

If he could shop online, he wouldn't need Google to tell him which one he should buy.

After a lot of work, Chu Guang finally found some reliable tutorials, but considering the current situation of the lack of materials, none of these tutorials were really useful.

Soon it was six o'clock.

With the sound of the hatch opening, the four players woke up.

"I'll study it later."

Chu Guang put down his legs from the table, checked his appearance in the mirror he picked up, and walked to the next room calmly.

When he walked into the room, the four players were looking at their attributes through the display of the culture chamber.

"Sure enough, my genetic sequence is a Strength type... my initial value is 7 points of power, but the intelligence attribute is only 3? But I don't feel stupid."

"That sentence doesn't sound very clever... By the way, your beard grows too fast."

Old White's beard was indeed a bit exaggerated.

Yesterday it was still a beard stubble, and today it was as long as fingernails.

"I also don't know what the situation is. I don't know if I can get a razor here."

"Obviously not, how about you try with an axe?"

"Fu** off."

"By the way, I actually belong to the Agile type. I thought I belonged to the Intelligence type." Ample Time pinched his chin and fell into contemplation, seeming to be thinking about something.

"I am an Intelligence type," Gale raised his hand with a wry smile. "But aren't 3 points of strength a bit too low? 7 points of intelligence... I don't feel smarter either."

"I am a Perception type. What's the use of perceptual attributes? Can I predict the future?" Night Ten was a little depressed.

Compared with this ambiguous attribute, he prefered strength or agility.

Even if he could not get them, it was not bad to be a physique type, he could at least be a tank in that way.

"It should be your crisis intuition. Did you forget how you escaped the sneak attack by the mutant yesterday?" Ample Time thoughtfully said, "If this attribute is used well, maybe it will be quite incredible… It's a pity that you have it..."

"Piss off."

"Ahem."

Chu Guang, who entered the room, coughed, interrupting the players' conversation.

Perhaps it was because last night he had used the identity of the game designer to chat with them about the favorability setting, but the eyes of the four players looking at him were different than before.

For the players' sense of immersion, Chu Guang decided to continue to maintain his majestic image, and continued solemnly.

"Time is running out, I'll make a long story short."

"The work that needs to be done has been piled up, but not much time is left for us. In order not to affect the follow-up plan, we must rush to complete our outpost on the surface before winter comes."

"Food, drinking water, fuel... These all need to be stored, as well as fortifications and surface shelters."

"I have compiled all the work that needs to be done on the schedule. You can check it on the sign at the entrance of the nursing home."

The players' eyes lit up, and there was an eager expression on their faces.

‘The dev completed the mission system now?'

"That's the basic situation. If there are no questions, we will set off."

"Wait, wait a minute, Administrator!"

"What is it?"

Night Ten flushed and raised his hand.

"Please, if I may ask, where is the toilet?"

...

The toilet.

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This was indeed a problem.

The B1 floor of Shelter 404 was more like a reception area. Although there was a compartment for the culture chamber, there were no living facilities inside.

Looking at the players who rushed out of the nursing home after arriving on the surface, Chu Guang suddenly realized that with the influx of players, not only was eating and drinking a problem, but shit would soon become a big issue.

There was a public toilet on Bett Street, where human and animal feces would be collected and sold to the nearby Brown Farm.

After coming to the nursing home in the Wetland Park, Chu Guang would always find a safe place in the woods to solve the problem, but he had not considered 100 people's defecating problem.

Not knowing if they had eaten something bad, all four players came back limping.

"It's so uncomfortable not to have a toilet."

"There is no paper! Damn it, I wiped it with the leaves... almost injuring myself."

"+1."

"Fu**. Why do I feel like my a**hole is burning… Do you feel it?"

"No."

"Did you wipe your butt with nettle leaves..."

"What, what is a nettle leaf?"

"It's nothing, you just need to endure it."

"???"

Chu Guang looked awkward when he heard him.

He seemed to have forgotten to tell these guys that they could use a piece of cloth to wipe their butt, which was also a little knowledge he learned from the survivors of Bett Street.

However, they didn't seem to give him a chance to speak.

So they could only endure it.

After all, he also had the same experience.

"Administrator," Ample Time said respectfully as he limped to Chu Guang, "I propose that we should build a toilet."

Night Ten: "I agree!"

Old White: "I agree! With the toilet, we can also dig a big pit, collect the feces, and mix in the compost with plant ash and woodchips, so that aerobic bacteria and fungi can decompose the organic matter to heat up and kill the disease-causing microorganisms and pathogens in feces to make fertilizer."

Ample Time: "Yes, and not just for fertilizer production, we can also mix and seal part of the feces and organic residues, so that anaerobic bacteria can convert it into combustible methane! This is how the biogas digester in my hometown was built. The biogas produced can be used to illuminate and generate electricity. "

"This idea is good, I will consider it." Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

Biogas.

He had been worrying about survival before, so he had completely forgotten it.

In my impression, although there was no biogas digester on Bett Street, there was one at Brown Farm.

Seeing the expression of approval on the Administrator's face, the spirit of the four players was even more invigorated, and they all started to brainstorm.

It was not that difficult to build a toilet, even a biogas digester. The only trouble was the sealing and gas storage materials.

Fortunately, though there was a shortage of pretty much everything in this wasteland, there was no shortage of plastic.

Especially beverage bottles and garbage bags.

Because burning produces toxic gases, few survivors would burn those things, and at most use them to set fire.

If they looked carefully, they should be able to find a lot in the nearby area.

Therefore, another task was added to the task board—collecting plastic bags and bottles.

"Administrator, I have an idea for the generator." Gale, who had not spoken before, suddenly declared.

Chu Guang looked at him.

"Tell me."

Gale continued on.

"Generally, cars have on-board generators. I would like to know if there is a road nearby? Or a parking lot is also fine. If we can find a car, this problem should be solved easily."

Chu Guang said. "Cars are not hard to find. There is a parking lot near the wetland park where we are located, but I have seen all the cars there, and there is nothing worth recycling."

"I want to give it a try," Gale said, not wanting to give up. "If we find a working generator, we will be able to use electricity at the outpost on the surface!"

"Then you can go, but I can't let you go alone," Chu Guang glanced at the players in front of him, his gaze fell on Night Ten, "Go to the parking lot with Gale and take a look."

Night Ten said with great enthusiasm.

"Yes!"

The genetic sequence of Night Ten was the Perception type. The crisis intuition could come in handy.

Before they set off, Chu Guang asked them to take two short knives that were originally used for mowing. Those things were better than a heavy axe when they encountered mutants.

In addition, Chu Guang also repeatedly told them that if they encountered mutants, they must avoid fighting and run as long as they could.

But if their opponents had discovered them and showed obvious hostility, they shouldn't leave their backs to the enemy in any case.Doing so was equivalent to suicide...

Holding a map of the wetland park and a simple compass, Gale left the nursing home with Night Ten.

Old White and Ample Time who stayed looked at Chu Guang and asked.

"Administrator, are we continuing to cut trees now, or?"

Chu Guang glanced around and counted the dozens of unprocessed logs on the ground.

"You don't need to cut down the trees today. You have to solve the toilet problem first... You can get a shovel and an axe first, I will teach you how to do it."

...

The parking lot was southeast of the nursing home.

After 200 years of neglect, nature had completely consumed this place.

The roots of the trees pierced through the hard concrete ground; knee-high bushes and weeds sprouted everywhere.

The rusty vehicles were covered with vines, and through the broken windows, one could even see the moss covering the seats and air-conditioning vents.

Seeing all this before him, Gale finally understood the words of the Administrator.

There was really nothing worth recycling here.

Night Ten also showed a troubled look..

It already looked like this, what kind of generator could they possibly find?

"Do you want to go back?"

Gale was silent for a while, and stepped forward, not wanting to give up. "We are already here after all."

Night Ten shrugged and followed.

After knowing him for so many years, his biggest impression of this netizen was stubbornness, but he still didn't know what he was doing in reality.

Many of the cars in the parking lot had rusty hoods and couldn't open them at all. Gale had searched many places, only to find the one that could barely be opened.

But after opening the hood, he was stunned.

It was……

An engine?

"What's wrong?" Night Ten leaned over and asked.

"It looks like an electric engine... but I'm not sure," Gale said, frowning. "Do you know anything about cars?"

"I didn't even have a driver's license, so I don't understand this." Night Ten said helplessly, "I thought you've been working for many years, you still haven't bought a car?"

"I live in the dormitory of my department, I just use a bicycle."

Gale unwillingly continued rummaging under the hood, even went around the back of the car and lay under the car...everything that could be checked was checked.

But suddenly, his hand stopped.

Noting the expression on his face, Night Ten asked.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a bit strange... I can't find the power source." After wiping the mud on his face, Gale frowned, thinking for a long time, "I can probably locate the engine, but... I can't find the power source."

"Could it be that it has already been disassembled?" Night Ten suggested a possibility. "After all, it has been two hundred years. It is normal for survivors to search here."

"It's possible."

Closing the hood habitually, Gale was in a mixed mood looking at the waste cars in the parking lot.

In fact, there was another possibility.

In the setting of the game background, the technological level of the pre-war society was sufficiently developed, perhaps to the point where the fixed power supply could be replaced by a remote power supply.

But no matter what possibilities there were, it was not a good thing for him.

It was impossible to find generators from scrap car bodies now...

...

Meanwhile...

New progress had been made in the construction of toilets.

Under the command of Chu Guang, Old White and Ample Time first dug a two-meters by three-meters pit that could bury one person in the open space outside the nursing home. Then the sawn logs were inserted around the pit as a wall, some gravel blocks and leaves being added in after.

Once the cesspit was built, the construction of the toilet was much simpler.

Chu Guang directly asked the two of them to build two simple sheds on the side of the cesspit, and use plastic pipes removed from the outer wall of the nursing home to connect them to the cesspit next to them.

In this way, a simple toilet was complete.

"Stool and urine have to be stored separately, and they become viscous when mixed together. Moreover, the urine is sterile and can be directly watered on the crops... But that's enough for today." Looking at the results of the two men's work in the morning, Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

Old White and Ample Time, panting while leaning on the shovel, looked at each other with helpless expressions.

Although it was a 100% real virtual reality game, was it really necessary for it to be so real?

"There is also a problem with showering... There is a water source within one kilometer nearby, but there are many mutants near the water source. You must be extra careful when taking water."

The construction of the bathhouse could be the next mission.

The smell was a trivial matter, but it could be a big problem if they got sick.

"Administrator." Ample Time raised his hand.

Chu Guang looked at him.

"What happened?"

"I think we should consider security issues," Ample Time said. "From the mutants we met yesterday, this wasteland is not safe."

‘Duh.'

‘Isn't this obvious?'

"I know, but the problem of hygiene should not be underestimated. There is not enough medicine in the shelter. If an infectious disease is caused, the consequences will be very serious."

On the contrary, the safety issue was not so urgent. The mutants in the wetland park were not as active as those in the city. There were no survivors nearby. Even if there was danger, they could hide in the shelter.

But the hygiene of more than one hundred people was a big problem.

Every household on Bett Street used iron buckets to fill water, put it on the roof for heating and disinfection, and scrub the body once every two or three days. It was not because of how hygienic the people there were, but because if someone was too smelly, they would really be driven out.

Ample Time and Old White looked at each other.

‘Is there a Mysophobia setting in this administrator's AI settings?'

‘If this is the case, I need to pay attention to it in the future.'

"Speaking of... there is one question I have always wanted to ask, why is there no material reserve for such a large shelter?" Old White interjected, "And we have only been on the B1 floor, what about the other floors?"

"The other floors are not open for the time being, they will be open in the future."

Chu Guang did not explain the reason, but simply stated the facts.

Although the two players were curious, seeing that they couldn't get an answer, they didn't insist on it. They simply treated it as a game setting.

At this time, Night Ten and Gale, who went out to explore, came back.

Looking at Gale, who was covered in mud, Chu Guang asked.

"How is it? Did you find the generator."

"I didn't find it, but it's not completely without gain."

With that, Gale opened the plastic bag that he had picked up from an unknown trash can, revealing it full of blue mushrooms.

These mushrooms were not big, only the length of the index finger. The surface was covered with small translucent cilia, and one could see the colorful luster along the lines.

Chu Guang glanced at the mushrooms, a surprised expression appearing on his face.

"Where did you get this stuff?"

With a hint of complacency visible in his visage, Gale reported truthfully.

"There is a concrete sewer pipe structure near the parking lot. It is about the height of two people. There were a lot of these mushrooms growing in the pipe. I'm not sure if I can eat it, so I picked a little back."

In fact, he wanted to have a bite at first, but the game was so realistic that he hesitated for a long time.

"Its name is Blue Umbrella Mushroom, and its scientific name is 'Blue Angel'. It is said that people who eat it will be able to see the real angel in at most an hour."

"Don't doubt it, unless you are a mutant immune to poison, you definitely can't eat this thing."