This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 281.1

At the west gate of the outpost, inside a wooden barn.

A behemoth was lying on the ground, its huge tail curled up in a ball. Its amber pupils were idly cruising around.

As long as one was a wastelander, no matter an ability user or an ordinary person, they would be afraid once they laid eyes on the monster. They would also admire the power of the man who could defeat and subdue the creature from the bottom of their heart.

As one of the existences at the top of the food chain in the wasteland, Deathclaw was definitely a tier 1 or even tier 0 existence in terms of strength, speed, concealment, and constitution.

How strong it was to be able to restrain the monster with just a few chains and a collar!

But…

The Deathclaw had obviously become a little bit laid-back, the fierceness in its eyes had obviously been replaced by laziness, and it wasn’t as violent as before it was caught.

What was the use of being fierce?

Most people in the outpost weren’t even afraid of it, especially that human being dressed in iron armor.

Deathclaw’s IQ was not high, but that was only relative to humans.

Compared with small animals such as hyenas, jackals, and brown bears, it was still smarter, and its mind could reach the level of primate cubs.

That was precisely why the feeling of fear brought to it was particularly obvious.

Whenever it showed unfriendly behavior or even a disobedient gaze, it would feel as though its brain was frozen.

If it was docile and obedient enough, the man would feed it a few more mice or hyenas.

Over time, it figured out a new way of survival.

Recently, the human was doing something new again. He was calling it Neeko every time he was feeding it.

The Deathclaw didn’t know what he meant, but the armorman who fed the lizard would reward it whenever it showed a response.

Who cares what it means?

Maybe it’s that human’s name.

Neeko didn’t care much about things that it couldn’t understand. For it who abandoned its wild nature, eating and taking a nap was all it needed.

Crouching on the ground, it closed its eyes, planning to take a nap before lunch.

However, at this moment, a group of noisy voices disturbed its sleep.

Neeko opened its eyes, only to see a small bug walking towards it noisily, followed by several blue coats.

While walking forward, Garbage bragged to his online friends. "... Honestly, I feel that I’ve become super strong! Let alone a mere Deathworm, I can even kill a Hive with just one slap!"

Night Ten suddenly spoke. "Speaking of which, when is the mating season for lizards?"

Old White thought for a while and said, "It seems to be spring."

Quit Smoking asked curiously, "Do you think that Deathclaw will court Garbage?"

Tomato Eggs stroked his chin in thought. "Maybe it will. After all, this guy is already cheating."

Everyone was unanimously optimistic about this couple, only Garbage clicked his tongue. "You bastards! Your thoughts are really dirty! Discussing this every day, are you playing a game or are you looking for a relationship?!"

Night Ten said with a playful smile, "Okay, okay. You don’t have a pee-pee, you’re the boss."

Being poked at the sore spot, Garbage glared at him angrily. "Get lost!"

Garbage was certainly not looking for courtship.

Although he had the body of a lizard, he was still a human being in spirit. Having a reptile partner was somewhat too much for him.

What’s more, he didn’t have that thing either.

The sequence of mutants, whether it was a lizard or a rat, was an eunuch without exception. Maybe it was too novel, so the developers simply didn’t build the model that it should have.

Whatever it was, Garbage didn’t think it was important. After all, it was a game.

Being strong was more than enough to him, and nothing else mattered!

How was he supposed to prove that he got stronger?

For lizards, the most direct way was of course to gain recognition of the same kind, especially the females of the same kind.

The amber pupils of Deathclaw looked over from the wooden shed.

Seeing that the beast noticed him, Garbage held his breath, stared at it firmly, and released his aura.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, just stared at each other for about half a minute.

Neeko, who was crouching in the wooden shed, seemed to have understood what he meant. It snorted mockingly, blowing away a few straws that landed at Garbage’s feet.

Its huge tail coiled in the other direction, and its amber pupils closed casually, ignoring Garbage completely.

"Pfft… HAHAHAHA!"

Unable to hold back his laughter, Quit Smoking burst out laughing.

Although the rest of the people didn’t laugh, they also had strange expressions on their faces.

Garbage blushed and gave an excuse, "It might be sleepy."

"Okay. We get it, Garbage," Ample Time patted his tail in a caring manner and continued, "Let’s go to Remote Creek Town to collect materials and forget this."

With the help of the weird food taster, Irena, Tomato Eggs recently developed a new treatment for monster meat.

When marinating the monster’s meat, as long as it was sprinkled with some Buffalo Grass Powder, the unpleasant smell of blood could be removed, making it less unpalatable.

Sprinkling some gin and chopped shofar potatoes after the meat was pan-fried to the point that it turned golden on both sides would ensure it would not only become a delicacy in the world, but also provide a BUFF bonus of 5% extra metabolism and 7% constitution.

Because the taste was similar to beef, and it could provide BUFF bonuses, the demand for hunting monsters in the Hunter’s Guild had suddenly increased recently.

Gale, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, "I’ve heard that female lizards would raise their tails when courting their mates."

Quit Smoking raised an eyebrow slightly. "That means it didn’t like our Brother Garbage?"

Tomato Eggs asked with interest, "What about the male lizard?"

Gale continued, "I remember they would wag their tails."

The most educated person in their midst was Professor Gale. So no one doubted him.

Night Ten suddenly smiled mischievously, and looked at Garbage. "Brother, do you… Want to give it a try?"

Garbage growled instantly, "Get lost!"

It would be very embarrassing if he succeeded.

But it would be even more embarrassing if he didn’t succeed!

Although his intelligence attribute was only 3, he was not stupid!

Gale stroked his chin in thought, then spoke suddenly, "By the way, there is actually one thing that I have always been concerned about."

He had searched for information about lizards for several hours the day before, but he still couldn’t figure it out.

When Garbage heard that Gale hadn’t stopped, he felt a bad premonition.

What’s his problem? Why is he targeting me today?

"... What are you concerned about?"

"I remember before... Didn’t you tell me that you have 4 points of intelligence? You haven’t awakened back then, right?" Gale wondered, "Why did it decrease after awakening?"

Quit Smoking looked at Garbage in surprise. "Is it true?"

Garbage gave a dry cough and subtly averted his gaze. "Don’t pay attention to these details... Don’t you want to go to Remote Creek Town? Let’s go now. Otherwise, we won’t be able to catch the bus."

"There are 9 additional attribute points in total from LV0 to LV9, but he hasn’t increased a single point of intelligence. If it were me, I would be embarrassed to mention it too." Ample Time patted Gale on the shoulder and said with a sigh, "Please understand his feelings."

Garbage: "&@%￥!"

...

It’s been 3 days since the Tide ended.

The spore cloud gathered in the northern suburbs was receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the morale of the survivors in the northern suburbs has reached an unprecedented height.

Their heightened morale was not obvious among the players.

After all, in other games such as Azeroth, Skyrim Province, or Hyrule Continent, they had already saved the world countless times.

A city was too small for them.

A Hive?

Evolved bodies?

It was just a LV10 to LV20 main storyline boss, and that was all.

However, for the survivors living in Clearspring City, especially the northern suburbs, defeating the Tide had a completely different meaning.

In the eyes of the vast majority of Clearspring City survivors, the Tide was an existence that only Boulder Town could deal with.

When the gray-green fog filled the air, most people could only choose to avoid dangerous urban areas, or reduce travel. They would curl up at home and pray, praying for the end of the Tide to come as soon as possible.

Those blue coats from Shelter 404 did something they didn’t even dare to think about before, and even got rid of the Tide faster than Boulder Town!

Compared to them, those megalomaniacs who lived behind the wall no longer seemed that powerful anymore.

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