This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 42: Please Have More Self-respect!

"Thirsty… water..."

Not knowing how long she had been in a coma, Xia Yan woke up gradually, only feeling terribly hungry, her throat as dry as a soldering iron.

Her arms felt as heavy as lead.

Her dim vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried to get up from the ground, but after a try, she gave up.

That was until her eyes fell on the plastic bottle and the packaging bag not far away.

Pouncing on them violently, Xia Yan grabbed the plastic bottle. Not caring what liquid was in it, she tipped her head back and poured it into her mouth.

Her thirst was relieved instantly.

Pouring the last drop of water into her mouth, Xia Yan threw away the bottle, and like a starving ghost, picked up the plastic wrap from the ground and tore it open.

Instinct told her that there was food in it!

However, when she saw the black things inside, her hungry expression became stiff for a moment.

What is this...

Smelling it, it doesn't stink.

After some hesitation, Xia Yan finally made up her mind and took a bite carefully.

The moment her lips and teeth touched the thing, her expression suddenly froze, and then her pupils shook violently.

This!

What is this taste!

She stuffed the black stuff into her mouth and licked her lips when she had eaten it completely. She didn't even let the plastic packaging go, turning it inside out and licking it.

At this time, the alloy door in front of her opened.

Xia Yan looked up and saw the man standing at the door.

"Woke up?"

Instinctively shrinking back in fear, Xia Yan hurriedly glanced at her clothes and bit her teeth, and nodded.

"Mhm."

"Is it delicious?"

Although she didn't want to answer, her mouth didn't listen to her.

"Yes……"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"Do you still want it?"

"Yes." Xia Yan nodded sharply.

Satisfied with her answer, Chu Guang nodded.

"What you just ate was called chocolate."

"From today, you work for me, and you need to do whatever I ask you to do."

"In exchange, I can provide you with safe shelter and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of the thing you ate just now."

Xia Yan had never eaten chocolate before. She only heard that it was a popular food before the war, and it was also a pleasure for the upper class of Boulder City.

"... Is this the taste of chocolate?"

Her index finger subconsciously touched her lips. Xia Yan looked surprised, and regret gradually imprinted in her eyes.

Huh!

I should've eaten it slowly!

Of course, Chu Guang couldn't guess what she was thinking.

If he knew, he would probably roll his eyes.

It was just a piece of chocolate...

Was it really necessary?

"Yes," Chu Guang continued looking at Xia Yan sitting on the ground, "So what's your answer?"

"Okay."

Xia Yan answered without hesitation, and she didn't even ask what Chu Guang was going to ask him to do.

After all, there was no choice.

Having lost half of her leg, even if she returned to Boulder City, the final outcome would be nothing more than remaining in the stinking and rotting alleys of the slums.

She would end up like a rotten orange peel.

No one would care about her at all.

If one could live, naturally no one wanted to die.

At least she didn't want to die just yet.

Xia Yan turned her head, closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, and whispered.

"Although I haven't done it before, I-I know what you want… but please be gentle."

"What?"

Chu Guang was taken aback, but after all, he was an experienced person. Seeing her expression, he guessed that she had misunderstood it, so he immediately straightened his face and said solemnly.

"Madam, please respect yourself. I am now discussing work issues with you very seriously."

If you do this again.

Then I can't be serious.

Xia Yan was also stunned when she heard Chu Guang's words.

What the hell?

Didn't this guy bring her back because he wanted to have a baby???

Her pupils shook violently, and it seemed that she was finally able to distinguish between her imagination and reality, and Xia Yan's face gradually turned red.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner of the wall and said fiercely.

"Kill me……"

Chu Guang: "???"

What the hell?

...

After spending some time, Chu Guang briefly explained the situation to Xia Yan who was lying on the ground.

Games were not popular in the wasteland. Explaining the concept of the player would only make things more complicated. Chu Guang was too lazy to explain to a brick wall about players, and simply explained in words she could understand.

"In short, my men and I plan to build a survivor settlement on the surface, expel mutants, take in refugees, and restore order in this area."

After hearing Chu Guang's words, Xia Yan looked disapproving.

How foolish do those people have to be to say such unrealistic words.

Restore order?

Countless people had tried this in the past two centuries, but no one succeeded. Instead, more and more mutants multiplied in the city, and the living space of survivors was constantly being squeezed. Situations were getting worse every year.

"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a wall?"

Xia Yan, whose soul was hurt, said in a slightly ironic tone, "You should go to Boulder City. There are countless people stronger than you. Even they can only linger on the edge of the third-ring line. You think you can do it again?"

"I naturally have my plan," Chu Guang, who had never thought about this kind of thing, looked at her calmly, and continued, "I don't plan to spend a few months to achieve this goal. I know it will take a long time, but I am determined to pay the price of sacrificing several generations to complete it."

Why does she have so many questions?

She is just an NPC. She just needs to listen to me.

Of course, Chu Guang knew that restoring order could not be done with a single sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he killed a few poor marauders living in the outer suburbs.

But this was his background setting.

Or game settings.

At least it had to make the players feel that this NPC was really acting like an NPC.

However, the woman in front of him apparently only heard the second half of the sentence.

Generations?

Xia Yan shrank back nervously.

Sure enough, he still wanted her to have a baby.

"Back to the main topic," Chu Guang coughed slightly, and continued, "You can assemble firearms? And do maintenance for the parts?"

Xia Yan nodded.

"Yes, this is a basic skill."

"Very good," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "From now on, you will be the proprietress of the weapon shop."

"Huh?" Xia Yan looked dumbfounded and didn't understand what he was talking about.

Because when Chu Guang said a certain word, he didn't use the language of this world at all, but the language of the parallel world.

"The proprietress of the weapon shop," Chu Guang stared at her, repeating it one word at a time, and then continued, "This is your job. In short, it is to sell and maintain guns. Whenever people ask you what you do, you just answer like that."

"Sell guns?" Xia Yan asked in a daze, "Who do I sell them to?"

"Shelter residents."

"Huh??" Xia Yan was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"

"Yes, but it's a bit different from the subordinates you understand," Chu Guang paused and continued, "In short, we have just come to the surface. We need to concentrate our efforts to do big things, but supplies are scarce. Therefore, a planned economy will be implemented temporarily, and everyone will work together and eat together."

"When the survival crisis is resolved and all resources become surplus, they need to take the initiative to give play to their enthusiasm for production, consciously step out of their comfort zone, and forge ahead. During that time, the rules of our settlements will change. Resources such as food, medicine, weapons, and others will not be free anymore."

"Since you are talking about Boulder City, you should be aware of such a thing as bargaining chips. It actually is the same thing."

Obviously, this woman did not understand what he was talking about.

For survivors in the wasteland, as long as they had received a little education, the worst job they could take was to be the lackey of a rich man, just like Old Charlie on Bett Street. If you know a skill, you can also get a job in a factory to help powerful people produce metals, dispense medicines, and repair powered exoskeletons.

Only the poor would do business that traded their lives for money.

Just like the lady Xia in front of Chu Guang.

In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession. They were just a group of cheap cannon fodder without allowances.

But Chu Guang didn't care.

All he needed was a tool who could execute his commands.

Knowledge? Experience? Quality?

All could be learned.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at her and said,

"The language of our people is a bit different from that of people on the surface. But the problem is not big. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

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