This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 245.2: The Graveyard of Civilization

Chu Guang immediately looked at the paper bin squatting in the corner. "Little Seven."

The signal light turned on slightly, and the camera looked over curiously. "Yes, master."

Chu Guang ordered. "Help me get a drink from the fridge… Mhm, milk is fine."

Little Seven started to buzz in a high pitch, "Huh? But Little Seven has no hands."

"Then go find Boss Xia, she should be off work at this point. You can ask her to bring it to me," Chu Guang thought about it and continued, "Mhm, remember to warm it up."

Ample Time’s post was still very informative, and it was worth studying. After reviewing this post, he planned to play a round of Stellaris to get some inspiration. And while doing his research, he often liked to drink something.

He had already quit drinking alcohol, so he didn’t ask for it.

Too bad there was no cola. Otherwise, it would be perfect.

Little Seven, who was rolling its wheels and drooping its camera, reluctantly went outside the office.

After a while, Boss Xia, who was holding a bottle of hot milk, pushed open the door and stomped in. She snapped at him the instant the door was open, "Can’t you ask your players to do it?"

Didn’t he say that the time after work belongs to myself?

This guy really likes to boss me around.

Chu Guang gave her a strange look and responded matter of factly, "How can I trouble my players with this kind of thing? Just leave it on the table, thank you."

Xia Yan rolled her eyes, walked over, and slammed the bottle on the table. "You’re welcome!"

At this moment, she suddenly saw the computer screen and asked curiously, "What’s this?"

"This is the forum I told you about."

Xia Yan, who was staring at the screen, frowned for a while. She eventually muttered, "What kind of text is this?"

Chu Guang said casually, "Another kind of language. If you studied the things I gave you seriously, you wouldn’t have asked this question."

When talking about learning, Xia Yan, whose slacking tendencies were immediately exposed, blushed. "Huh?! Who cares about that?”

Looking at Boss Xia who turned and walked out the door, Chu Guang smiled lightly and continued to look at the computer screen.

If only she can study as seriously as Xiaoyu.

Unlike her, Xiaoyu could already recognize more than 1,000 characters in just less than half a year.

That little girl’s memory was indeed unusual. Chu Guang felt that way before, and even had some suspicions about whether she had the potential to awaken. ?Ä?????

Awakening was not unique to players, and it was not uncommon in the wasteland.

The view of the vast majority of wastelanders was that awakening required a life-and-death crisis, but that was not absolute.

Some intelligence type and strength type players had proved that through slow accumulation and exercise, it was also possible to selectively express genes and make adjustments that were more suitable for the wasteland environment.

Chu Guang, who tapped his index finger on the mouse and stared at the computer screen, thought for a moment. "This situation is indeed worth noting. I should ask Hyrja to examine her one day."

...

The next day.

At the north gate of Longevity Town, there were squeaking noises early in the morning.

A fat big rat was now riding on a motorcycle with a strange shape, looking at the north with great ambitions.

A group of little rats were noisily surrounding the motorcycle, curious but did not dare to approach, so they could only squeak at him.

Make Me automatically translated those squeaks into "Awesome boss" and "So cool" in his mind.

After all, he tried to understand it from the perspective of those little rats, and found that he was indeed quite impressive.

As all rats knew, machines were the creations of the former overlords, humans.

Being able to control the wisdom of human beings was more than enough to show the bravery of the Horned Rat.

It was simply awesome!

Mosquito standing next to the motorcycle checked the equipment, wiped the oil on the butt, and looked at the fat rat riding in front.

"... A nurturing cabin, the radio station, and the materials for assembling the power generator, I have tied them all on the portable steam engine for you. Do you want to come down and check it?"

Make Me answered casually, "No need, I can’t wait anymore! Hahaha!"

Mosquito rolled his eyes and continued: "To adjust the speed, you need to shift gears. The gear shift mechanism is on the left grip. Speaking of which, is your skinny arm strong enough to move the gears?"

Make Me snapped with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean! I’m also an LV5 player, alright? How can you question my strength?"

Mosquito chuckled, "You think we don’t know how poor your stats are?"

The initial attributes of the Ratman sequence were all 3 points except for his perception stat, which was 5, and the upgrade points were randomly added to the attributes without any rules to follow. So Make Me’s attributes were extremely messy, and his stats were not even as good as a new intelligence type player who had just entered the game.

Except for the buff of Fast Synthesis, he seemed to have no other advantages.

Oh yes, there were his rat relatives as well.

Mosquito subconsciously glanced at the energetic rats squatting next to the motorcycle.

He couldn’t help feeling that when these rats got together, they became fearless; they were not even afraid to look at people around them anymore.

Make Me sneered, "Stats are for the weak! We summoners don’t need the attribute panel."

"Haha, anyway, just be careful. It’s okay to die, but try not to break the motorcycle. This thing is not easy to repair."

After taking a piece of wood and stuffing it into the feed inlet of the portable steam engine, Mosquito patted it and said with a smile. "Bon Voyage. Take care of yourself!"

This motorcycle was designed by him overnight for Make Me, modified from his Hell’s Breath.

Because the seat cushion of Hell’s Breath was too high, it was still a bit difficult for the rat to control. In addition, Make Me needed to pass through large forests and hills to the north, so Mosquito had to redesign the layout of the motorcycle and move the two wheels on the side to the front and the back.

The U-shaped seat cushion was between the portable steam engine and the front wheel. Considering the off-road performance, the front wheel was enlarged. It now reached Make Me’s chest when he stood next to it.

Since there was no rear seat cushion, the luggage that needed to be brought to the north could only be tied to the top of the portable steam engine to maintain the center of gravity.

The cost of the entire motorcycle was around 1,000 silver coins, so pricing it at 2,000 silver coins was quite reasonable.

Make Me, who had just gotten rid of the newbie title, certainly couldn’t come up with the huge sum of money. However, for the sake of the master-student relationship, Mosquito allowed him to pay 400 silver coins first, and the remaining 1,600 silver coins could be paid back in installments.

If Make Me lost the motorcycle, he would go bankrupt immediately.

However, Make Me, who was sitting on the Goblin Motorcycle at the moment, not only had no worries about going bankrupt. Instead, he was full of hope.

The night before, on the official website forum, he also read the long post by Ample Time. It made him so excited that it completely ignited his desire to explore new maps.

"West Continent City!"

"Nice!"

"Listen up, marauders there! Here comes your granddaddy rat!"

The preheating of the combustion chamber was completed, and the portable steam engine started to turn, making a tractor-like roar.

Quickly, the clanking sound of the portable steam engine resounded at the north gate.

The group of rats squeaked loudly, they were either frightened, excited, or spinning around on the spot in panic.

It moved! It moved!

Seeing that the wheel before him started to turn, Make Me shouted excitedly, "My minions! Follow me!" [1]

"Target West Continent City."

"Let’s go!"

Seeing their boss heading north, some timid rats took the opportunity and slipped away, but some also jumped onto the motorcycle and chose to follow him on the expedition, like the groundhog that got beaten up by Make Me.

A few female rats stared at him with glowing eyes.

Standing at the gate of Longevity Town, 2 players with hoes and pickaxes in their hands happened to witness this scene.

"What the heck is that?"

"Skaven Ratman’s Doomwheel?"

"I knew at a glance that it was made by Mosquito..."

"Damn, that thing can actually move!"

"Sick!"

1. TONIGHT WE STEAL. THE MOON! ?