This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 244.1: Ratman, I Choose You!

Longevity Town.

A fat rat leading a group of little rats was following a little rat through the wasteland covered in a thin layer of snow.

Soon, the little rat leading the way stopped beside a field ridge. Standing next to a frozen bush, it squeaked at the fat rat, its face full of grievances and sadness.

"Is this the place?" The fat big rat spoke in human language lazily and leaned its head forward to take a look. Seeing the hole hidden under the bushes, it widened the hole with its two front paws, and quickly caught a groundhog who was still sleeping in the hole.

The groundhog who was pulled out of the hole was furious. Just when it wanted to see which idiot dared to disturb its sleep, it was startled by the big face in front of it.

Ahhh! What the hell is this?

Before it could react, the big fat rat suddenly slapped its head left and right several times, making its head spin.

Seeing this, the group of little rats on the side squeaked loudly, seemingly to cheer for the big rat excitedly.

Make Me couldn’t understand what those minions were saying, but he could sense that those rats should be cheering for him, so he started to slap the groundhog even harder.

At first, this poor fellow still wanted to resist, but soon it found that it was no match for the meter-tall rat in terms of constitution or strength, so it had to roll on the snow, turning its belly, begging for mercy.

"Are you sorry? Mhm? Are you sorry?" Make Me pressed the groundhog’s head, bared its front teeth, and made a dangerous threatening hiss.

"Woof, woof, woof!" The groundhog turned its belly, not daring to resist any longer, and just begging for mercy.

Hmm, it seems to be surrendering itself.

After understanding that look, Make Me let go of his claws in satisfaction.

But why does this groundhog bark like a dog? Is it a game setting?

Make Me put one foot on the groundhog’s belly, looked at all the rats around, and said imposingly, regardless of whether they understood or not. "This guy has been defeated by me, and will now be my little minion."

"If anyone else dares to bully you, take me to find them. This Horned Rat will fight them for you!"

Looking at the big rat showing off its might, all the rats cheered and offered their worship.

Although the big rat spoke a weird language that sounded like the language spoken by those damn humans, it didn’t matter to them.

To them, the ugly beast was the strongest mutant in this area. Whoever could defeat it would be their king!

The groundhog felt very sad. It had been sleeping soundly earlier, but it didn’t think that it would suffer a terrible beating first thing in the new year. ?????Ë?

How can a rodent do this? It has no honor!

Just like that, the rat army had a new member. The last time it was a mutated squirrel, this time, a groundhog.

Leading more than 20 rats, Make Me ran across the ridge that had just been made and began to look for the next target.

It was a method he recently discovered.

Taming those little beasts was actually very simple. He just needed to beat them up so badly until they exposed their belly, and beat them even more till they beg for mercy.

In the world of animals, fists spoke louder than words. It would be pointless to reason with those rats because they couldn’t understand human language; trying to talk to them would only irritate them.

Looking at the eyes of the female rats following behind Make Me, there was more than just worship in them; they were filled with ardent light!

Recalling how he was treated when he first entered the game, Make Me couldn’t help sighing.

Alas, the world of mutants is so much better and simpler. It’s not like the human world at all!

Makka Pakka was plowing the field when he noticed a group of rats beside the ridge. Just when he was about to get rid of the rodent, he suddenly recognized that the fat rat who took the lead was Make Me. So he let go of the hand on his waist and asked jokingly, "Dude, what are you doing? If you have nothing to do, come and help me plow the land."

Make Me rolled his eyes at him. "Get lost, did you not see that I’m busy right now?"

Makka Pakka continued with a smile, "Busy my ass. All you do is fight with rats every day. If you keep doing this, It’ll take you a long time before you can even reach LV10."

"What do you know?" Make Me raised its nose and said triumphantly, "Look at the group behind me, they are all my newly recruited minions. Am I awesome or am I awesome?"

Makka Pakka chuckled, "You’re very awesome indeed. But I don’t know how many shots they can take from my Sickle rifle."

Even a mutant rat, the kind that would reach the height of an adult human calf, would be killed with one or two shots.

The combat power of the mutant rat was basically equivalent to the mutant cockroach. Those creatures were the weakest mutants in the wasteland, and they were weaker than hyenas.

After all, when hyenas were hungry they would hunt Crunchers. But when rats were hungry, they could only go after cockroaches.

When Make Me heard what was said, he quickly warned Makka Pakka, "I’m warning you, don’t you dare do it! They’re all my pets!"

Makka Pakka burst out laughing, "I was just joking. You really think I would do that? But you’d better mark them, or they will be killed by others as wild monsters."

"Uh… Now that you mention it, I really do need to mark them." Make Me noted it down right away, and decided to mark his minions later on.

It wasn’t easy for him to gather his group of minions.

He couldn’t let other players mistake them as wild monsters and kill them!

But before that he still needed to expand his rodent army.

So all the way until the evening, Make Me had been wandering in the wasteland west of Longevity Town, looking for smaller rodents such as groundhogs and voles to bully, while doing his mission and recruiting more minions.

Occasionally when he encountered a few that didn’t want, he would stab his dagger into their stomachs.

That was right.

The Ratman genetic sequence was different from other sequences. There was no debuff from Rough Hand. Make Me could use the tools as well as other players.

He even ordered a set of special Ratman gloves from Mosquito. There were steel claws on the gloves, making them much more deadly than his claws.

After those who refused to surrender were killed by him, they would become the food for his minions.

Those rats were not picky about food. No matter if they were the same species or not, they would eat everything, never wasting anything.

Whenever they were eating, Make Me would generously stand by and watch. Although his body had become a rat, he still couldn’t stand eating those creatures he killed. Especially when they were raw.

Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing all the time and as he went further west, he and his little minion came across a hungry mutant hyena.

Spring was coming.

After being hungry all winter, the mutants were about to start hunting.

The hyena Make Me and his little minions encountered had obviously been hungry all winter, its eyes glowing in green when it noticed so many little guys.

Fortunately, Make Me had a pistol on his waist, so he quickly took out the hyena. If it was a close-quarters fight, with his one meter tall body and his weak attributes, he wouldn’t be able to win.

Seeing that their boss defeated the hyena, the rat minions cheered for Make Me excitedly for a while again, and then pounced on the dead hyena to have a feast.

Make Me took out his dry rations and sat on the edge of a field, watching his subordinates feasting on the dead hyena, and nibbling along.

After the rats were full, they burped around the corpse and started their post-dinner activities.

There were quarrels, fights, and couples doing mating rituals; it was extremely lively.

As Make Me looked at the energetic little minions, he felt a sudden burst of joy in his heart. "It’s really not easy."

He took off the VM that was tied around his stomach and glanced at it. On the screen was a mission asking him to tame ten rats.

Obviously, he had over-completed his mission.

Presumably, the administrator would reward him well!

A sense of worry filled Make Me’s mind suddenly.

He had 20 to 30 rats at the moment, and it wouldn’t be a problem for him to gather enough food for them. When there were more in the future, he would definitely not be able to feed them by hunting alone.

And it would be unrealistic to expect these rats to hunt by themselves. These weak minions would even fight cockroaches to a tie, and when they encountered a creature like a hyena, they would be defeated instantly.

They may be large in numbers, but they were actually a group of rabble. Apart from cheering for him, they didn’t do anything to help Make Me in the fight against the hyena.

How do rats live under normal circumstances?

Of course, it is to consume the grains in the granaries of human beings.

Could Make Me let his rats eat the grains in the Longevity Town’s granaries?

Obviously not.

The administrator was not only an NPC, but also had GM authority, which had the ability to send him to the gulags!

It wasn’t about whether he would be able to respawn or not.

Violating the server regulations would cause him to be kicked out of the game!

Moreover, every player only had one account. So even if there were not so many rules, he still wouldn’t offend other players and ruin his reputation.

Since he couldn’t touch the granaries in his home territory, then he could only go after other people’s granaries.

Make Me couldn’t help but look towards the north with ambitions.

Perhaps…

He should request a for saving the gaming progress from the Administrator.

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Just when Make Me was thinking about how to trick the administrator to give him a nurturing cabin, Makka Pakka was sitting on the tractor on the farmland not far away, stepping on the accelerator excitedly.

There was a long row of harrows hanging behind the tractor, turning the soil with a thin layer of snow up. "MUAHAHA! This thing is awesome!"

Wasn’t this much better than the farming simulator?

The newbie, who was standing beside him, said with a proud smile. "See? I told you it would work, but you didn’t believe me. "

Although there was no technical difficulty in improving the harrow behind the tractor, the efficiency of plowing the land increased more than twice.

As for the harrow originally made by Mosquito, it was estimated that the crazy man copied it on the internet. It might work well on the farmland that had been plowed before, but it was less useful when it came to plowing the wasteland. Sometimes it would get stuck in the soil, and other times, either the grip was not firm enough, or it would simply slide around on the snow.

But after the harrow was improved based on the newbie’s instruction, the original problem was solved immediately.

Mosquito standing aside said with a look of shock. "I’m sorry for doubting you! Boss, what do you do in real life?"

Beating Tiger smiled with embarrassment. "I work in the tobacco industry."

Before Mosquito could react, Makka Pakka, who was driving the tractor, was shocked and almost drove the tractor up the ridge.

"Holy shit?! Tobacco industry?! What kind of tobacco are we talking about here? Do you sell weed as well?"

Beating Tiger answered quickly, "Of course not. I’m working for a legitimate tobacco company."

"That’s awesome!" Makka Pakka looked envious.

Working for a Tobacco company… He must be earning a lot of money.

Mosquito was also envious, but what he envied was totally different. "That’s such a cool job. Do you have endless cigarettes to smoke in the tobacco company? Can you smoke unlicensed cigarettes casually?"

Beating Tiger said with a look of melancholy, "Sigh, there’s just too many sorrowful memories. I thought the same before I entered the industry. Only until I became a tester did I realize how wrong I was. I was asked to smoke several packs of cigarettes every day, and after smoking, I had to write a report as well. Only when you experience it personally will you truly understand the pain I had been through."

Makka Pakka gasped, "For real? But that sounds actually quite nice to me."

Beating Tiger rolled his eyes. "Nice my ass! I nearly vomited at the sight of cigarettes back then!”

As it turned out, turning his hobby into his job wasn’t as good as it seemed.

Mosquito asked curiously, "Brother, are your lungs still okay?"

Beating Tiger sighed, "It’s alright I guess. Later, I was transferred to a different post. Now my daily work is dealing with tobacco farmers, and I need to check the fields every day. It’s quite relaxing."

Makka Pakka asked curiously, "How big is your tobacco field?"

Beating Tiger thought for a while before he replied, "I’m not allowed to tell other people too much information, but the project I’m in charge of has over 50 square kilometers."

Makka Pakka yelled in fright, "Holy shit!"

Mosquito couldn’t hold back his amazement either. "Wow!"

No wonder this guy knows so much.

This is simply incredible!

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