This Game Is Too Realistic

Okay.

Facts have proven that Chu Guang misunderstood the system.

There were indeed "five" rewards from the blind box.

The system did not do anything like "withholding a reward", and no "Thank you for your patronage" notifications popped up.

It was just that the reward opened in the fifth blind box was suppressed by the other four rewards...

Presented in front of Chu Guang were compressed biscuits with a net weight of 100g in a vacuum package, and three lollipops with a net weight of 25g flavored apple, banana and mango.

And, a note.

The packaging of the compressed biscuits was intact. It was not bulging, so although the shelf life and production date were a mystery, they should be edible.

This was a good thing.

There were 500 calories stated on the ingredient list. Whether it was eaten dry or boiled in a pot, it could fill his stomach.

As for the lollipops, although the calories were not low, they could not provide a feeling of fullness.

However, for Chu Guang, who was running out of food to eat, it was already pretty good.

But this system was too stingy, the amount of this reward was too little.

Standing next to the delivery port, Chu Guang stuffed the food into his backpack, then picked up the note sent by the conveyor belt and took a look.

Some words were written on it, in the language of this world.

[...Is there any creature in this world that is more suitable to be exploited than players?

They are not only very curious, but also always full of enthusiasm. When they face difficulties, they will not despair. Of course, the most critical thing is that they can even consider issues from the perspective of the publisher and help the publisher to exploit them!

I'm seriously a genius for turning this device into a game!

——The first administrator of No. 404; (Please put this note in the fifth primary blind box, this is the easter egg I left for my successor!)]

Chu Guang: "..."

To be honest, not only did he not feel the slightest surprise at harvesting easter eggs, he was even a little speechless.

But……

What did this device mean?

"Little Seven."

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Do you know the first administrator?"

"No, my main program was only activated when you entered the shelter. According to the data in the shelter database, it has been more than a century since the previous administrator transferred the operation authority."

Chu Guang continued to ask.

"What year was it exactly?"

Little Seven answered.

"January 1, 2157."

When the war ended in 2129, human civilization entered the Wasteland Era. 2157 was the 28th year of the Wasteland Era.

So it was 183 years ago!

Chu Guang has been sensitive to numbers ever since he was a child, especially concerning this kind of key information. Basically, as long as he remembered it, he would not easily forget it.

"In other words, 183 years ago, the first administrator invented this set of devices capable of projecting parallel world consciousness into clones, and packaged it into a game, but didn't use it for some reason, right ?"

Maybe it was because of the nuclear winter.

Or other reasons such as the shelter not meeting the starting conditions.

In any case, people from a hundred years ago should have passed away.

Little Seven spoke again.

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"Probably."

"What's the first administrator's name?"

Chu Guang was suddenly curious about the person's identity.

The person who came up with some strange ideas may not necessarily be a genius, but the word genius was no longer enough to describe a person who could invent such awesome and incredible technology after the decline of civilization.

Projecting the consciousness of the parallel world into this world and putting it into a clone.

Chu Guang couldn't imagine how this was done.

Technology beyond recognition was no different from magic for him.

"I don't know. There is no detailed information about him in the known database. Maybe it was deleted?"

"Forget it... Asking you is like asking a wall."

Chu Guang was slightly disappointed, but not discouraged.

Currently, he's only unlocked the shelter B1 of the shelter.

As the mission progresses, the secrets buried in this shelter would one day be revealed to him completely.

After placing the note into the drawer of the computer desk, Chu Guang tightened his backpack.

Noticing his movements, Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, asked.

"Master, are you leaving?"

There were emotions in its voice, but it sounded pitiful.

"Mhm, the player won't log in until three days later. It doesn't make sense for me to keep guarding here. It's better for me to go back and get ready."

This broken place was said to be a shelter, but there was nothing to eat or drink.

Chu Guang now had half a palm-sized cake and half a bottle of water left, as well as the compressed biscuits and lollipops he just bought with bonus points.

This supply would only last for less than three days.

In the nearby survivor settlement, he had a simple crib with some supplies and useful tools.

Chu Guang intended to go back and slowly bring all the things he needed here.

From now on, this would be his new base area.

"Right, Little Seven."

"What's the matter, master?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"Our official website is too rudimentary. I need you to add a forum, information, and picture function to it. Can it be done?"

To put it simply, he wanted to let players know more about this "game".

It was a bit difficult to fool people into a game with just words. At least, he needed to have something that he could present to them.

"Of course, you have the editing authority of the official website. In addition to the game application page, you can add sub-pages or make changes to existing pages."

"Very good, then I'll leave it to you."

"I will handle it!"

Little Seven seemed ecstatic about the task he had given it. Even the speaker volume increased by half a decibel.

Of course, Chu Guang could also be hearing things.

"Master, when will you come back?"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said,

"Three days at the latest."

"If everything goes well, maybe before tomorrow night."

...

In the Earth, Bull and Horse Club group.

That old brother named Light disappeared after giving them the URL link. Not one person knew whether he went offline or was secretly peeping at the screen.

The original topic about "fully immersive virtual reality game" was almost gone, but a few minutes ago, the old brother's action of pulling the admins into a small group caused everyone to discuss it again.

Quit_smoking: [Damn, this guy is serious? ]

This Quit_smoking was also an active member of the group, although it was not a group admin.

White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Mhm, after you applied, he created a small group and invited us into his group. (Scratching head)]

White_horse_passing_a_crevice was the owner of the group, and was naturally also in that small group.

Upon hearing this, the members of the group became excited instantly.

[WTF! This is scandalous! ]

[Do you know the name of the company where Brother Light works? I want to report his unethical practices! (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

[Get lost. Company my ass! Last year, there was a company doing VR development, but not only did they lose all investments, even the boss of that company was sent to prison! Nowadays, no one is interested in doing VR anymore! ]

[Don't you want to talk about this thing in private? Light might be reading the chat at the moment. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

[Do you know why he is doing this? Is he trolling us? ]

[Who knows, maybe he wants to lure you into some gambling sites! ]

[I think he is just a troll! Kick him out. ]

The topic was getting stranger, it even reached the level of personal attack.

Ye Wei frowned and just when he wanted to say something, he saw the group owner stepping in.

(The whole group has been muted)

White_horse_passing_a_crevice: [Don't be like this everyone. The new group members may not know Light, but he is actually a good guy, although his marksmanship is a little bit sloppy, his eyes are a little bit blind, his skills is a bit sh*t, overall, it is not a bad guy. ]

There_will_be_ample_time: [I don't believe that Light would engage in an online gambling business. We are not sure if his account has been hacked. If it is, our management team will take care of it. After I remove this restriction later, please change the subject. ☺]

(The whole group has been unmuted)

Since the group owner and the admins all said this, everyone stopped talking about that topic for their sake, and quickly changed the topic to discuss the European Cup.

Ye Wei did not watch sport, at least, not football.

Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, the numbers showed that it was already 18:00. It was time for dinner.

After uploading the unfinished homework to the cloud disk, Ye Wei pushed aside his chair and got up. He went downstairs to the cafeteria and ordered a spicy chicken fried rice, which he enjoyed a lot.

When he wandered back to the dormitory, he saw the cardboard box on the table.

He was dazed.

‘Express delivery?'

"Ah Wei, what did you buy? Such a big thing?" One of his roommates asked curiously, causing the other two also to lean over to take a look.

Although they were curious, all of them respected each other's privacy.

Before Ye Wei came back to the dormitory, they didn't touch his stuff. Now that he was back, they could finally ask Ye Wei.

They were very curious about what he bought.

"I didn't buy anything… Who sent this thing?"

The three roommates looked at each other.

"I did not notice……"

"I didn't pay attention either."

"I don't know, I just went to get takeaway."

‘Huh?'

‘This is creepy.'

Usually express delivery would be sent to the express station downstairs in the dormitory, but today it was delivered to his room.

What was even creepier was that he never wrote down his room number in any of the online shopping sites he visited.

‘Are all delivery drivers this incredible nowadays?'

He opened the cardboard box, seeing a helmet inside.

The shape of this thing was very similar to that of a motorcycle helmet.

The only special thing about it was that it did not have a visor. His whole head would be covered if he wore it.

At first glance, Ye Wei almost thought it was a pot.

"What is this?"

The guy at the next table picked up the helmet and fiddled with it. He put it on his head, took it off, and returned it to Ye Wei confused.

"How would I know?"

‘Is it really a pot?'

Ye Wei also tried to put it on his head with a dazed expression.

It was pitch black.

However, just as he was about to take it off, a light blue light suddenly penetrated the darkness and reflected into his retina.

[Waiting for game activation: 71 hours and 19 minutes]

‘This…… Is this a gaming helmet?!'

‘Holy sh**.'

‘How did it get here so fast?'

Ye Wei was stunned.

"Can you not see anything?"

Taking off the helmet, Ye Wei looked at the roommate who was wearing the helmet just now.

However, that roommate looked at him with a dazed expression.

"See what?"

Ye Wei hurriedly said: "That countdown! It says ‘waiting for the game activation!'"

"Huh? This thing is a game console?"

"Move, move, Brother Liu has bad eyes, let me have a look."

Another roommate took the helmet and put it on, but after a while, just like the previous person, he took off the helmet in confusion.

"No."

"Let me try it."

All three roommates tried it now, and without exception, none of them saw anything.

Glancing at each other, they all looked at Ye Wei in unison with a strange expression.

"Brother."

Ye Wei: "...What?"

"Do you… want to go to the hospital to check your head?"

"Get lost!"

Ye Wei snatched the helmet angrily and put it on again.

The small light blue prints arrived as scheduled.

[Waiting for game activation: 71 hours and 17 minutes]

The countdown was reduced by 2 minutes.

Not only that……

At this moment, he suddenly realized that no matter which way he turned his helmet, the countdown would always appear in the center of his field of vision.

Even if he closed his eyes.

When Ye Wei took off his helmet, his face was filled with disbelief.

‘What the heck?'

‘Am I seeing things?'