This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 8: 8: You can actually eat food in this game!

[Active substance extractor instruction manual:]

[1. Active substances are the main raw materials for synthetic clones, including but not limited to: the minerals needed to form the human body, 20 common amino acids, 2 rare amino acids, etc. ]

[2. Active substance extractor uses animal carcasses as raw materials. Among them, the Phylum Chordata Mammalia primates have the best extraction efficiency with an extraction efficiency of up to 90%, followed by non-primates, with the Invertebrate Phylum having the lowest extraction efficiency of less than 10%. ]

[3. The extraction efficiency is also related to the degree of spoilage. ]

As the task of recruiting players was completed, rewards and instructions arrived together.

Inside shelter 404.

Chu Guang looked at the instruction manual projected on his retina by the system, eyeing the block of iron that looked like a coffin beside the conveyor belt at the same time.

According to the instructions, this thing was a device used to produce "materials for synthetic clones" - that was, "active substances".

In short, the function was similar to recovery using corpses?

However, looking at the description in this manual, mutants' bodies seemed to be within the scope of recovery.

Knowing the usage of this thing roughly, Chu Guang dragged it into the elevator with a trolley picked up from outside, and followed the elevator back to the surface.

He didn't want to get bodies into the shelter.

As for the power for it?.

He would eventually find a way to get it.

The elevator rose slowly, stopped steadily, and opened.

As he pulled the trolley out of the elevator, Little Seven's voice chimed from the building at almost the same time.

"Master!"

"What's wrong?"

"There is a situation... a big black bird is attacking your players on the north side of the nursing home!"

A big black bird?

Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment. Then his face changed immediately, instantly dropping the trolley in his hand and hurried towards the outside of the nursing home.

...

"Damn! Brother Night is really good."

"He's really good at rolling on the ground! Did you learn it from Dark Soul?"

"Fu** off, I was attacked! Don't just stand there! Hurry up and help me!"

The woods north of the nursing home.

A black bird stood on a ten-meter-high tree branch, its sharp eyes locked on the players on the ground.

The bird's legs were slightly bent, and its large wings were folded back, ready to launch at any time.

After hearing the movement of Night Ten, the other three players quickly put down their work and rushed over with their axes.

Maybe it saw the crowd below, as the bird did not immediately start the second round of diving, but instead stopped in a place out of the reach of everyone to wait for an opportunity.

Gale leaned down, picked up a black feather on the ground, and examined it.

"It seems like it's a crow."

"A crow? This big?!" Glancing at the scratch on the wood next to him, Night Ten stepped back as he spoke with lingering fear.

"It should be a mutant... Mutants produced by gamma rays or other things as such. I have seen the settings on the official website." Ample Time stared at the bird cautiously, not daring to relax for a moment.

Night Ten: "There are settings on the official website?! Isn't it just an application page?"

Gale: "That was a few days ago... The official website was updated yesterday with new features, haven't you seen it?"

"Let's talk about that later. What should we do now? We can't just keep staring at it, right?" Night Ten took another step back nervously.

Now the one closest to the bird became Gale.

Four people and one bird were stuck in a stalemate.

At this moment, a "swish" sound passed over the heads of the four of them, and slammed straight towards the bird.

"Ka!"

Although the stone did not hit it, it shocked the big bird. It flew up and jumped onto another branch.

When it flapped its wings and finally stabilized its figure on the branch, it saw the person on the ground picking up another stone again and throwing it towards itself.

The bird was enraged.

It was the first time it saw a guy who dared to attack it in its territory.

Its bent legs suddenly exerted strength, leaping into the air from the tree branches like a cannonball that dived at Chu Guang.

Sharp claws stretch forward like an open hook.

However, it was an animal after all. Even if it grew another head, it would not be able to understand the slight sneer on the corner of Chu Guang's mouth.

Throwing away the stones in his hand, Chu Guang skillfully grasped the steel water pipe inserted on the ground and thrusted the sharp end forward fiercely.

There was no time for the bird to dodge. Although it flapped its wings in surprise the moment Chu Guang picked up the weapon it hadn't seen before, it was almost impossible to stop its momentum.

The water pipe was like a javelin, plunging into its chest fiercely.

"Ka--!"

A shrill scream echoed in the forest.

Bloody feathers flew around in the air.

Looking at the big bird struggling to fly away, Chu Guang silently stepped forward and picked up the bloody water pipe from the ground.

"This is not a crow."

"Its scientific name is Falcon... probably from two hundred years ago."

The four players stared at him dumbfounded, and were stunned by this smooth movement.

Dang!

So strong!

However, they didn't know that for the majority of survivors who could walk alone on the wasteland, this level of skill was nothing more than a basic ability.

In the past five months, Chu Guang learned nothing but how to throw a javelin. He could hit anywhere within 10 meters.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had a chance to stand here and show off his skill.

"Falcon?! Are falcons always this big?" Gale was surprised. This subverted his perception of birds.

Ample Time swallowed.

"Because of gamma rays?"

"It's not just gamma rays. Viruses, bacteria, genetic weapons... all kinds of factors have contributed to everything we see today. Of course, mutants are just one of the threats we face. In some cases, people are even more dangerous than them."

Chu Guang looked up at the pine tree in front of the four players, and then said.

"The falcon just now probably made a nest on this tree. It's no wonder that it wanted to attack you even if it was outnumbered."

Generally speaking, birds seldom actively provoked terrestrial creatures that were larger than themselves. Their diet was mainly based on mutant cockroaches, mice, and squirrels.

Although the bird flew away, it didn't fly far, and it was probably waiting to die on a nearby tree.

Although the penetrating power of this sharp-pointed metal water pipe was not strong, the hollow inside was a natural filler. As long as the bird was wounded, it would definitely die.

Let alone a bird, even if a person was stabbed by it, it would be difficult to suture the wound.

Night Ten lowered his head in shame.

"Sorry... I only focused on cutting wood. I didn't notice it."

"Don't be sorry," Chu Guang looked up, "Bird eggs are a good thing."

There would be a delicious meal today.

...

Chu Guang's judgment was quickly verified.

Under a crooked tree, he found the dead black bird.

After bleeding it with a dagger and peeling off its feathers, Chu Guang threw it into an iron pan and put it on a stove made of bricks. He stuffed dry branches and dead leaves under the stove and lit the match he bought before.

Before the water boiled, Chu Guang took the blanched bird out of the pan, skewered it with steel bars, and grilled it directly on the fire with eggs.

There was no salt or spices.

But even so, it was much better than green wheat paste.

"This thing... Can it be eaten?"

Looking at the "mutant" on the iron grill, Night Ten instinctively disliked it, but couldn't help but swallow after he smelt the meaty aroma.

‘You can actually eat food in this game!'

This was definitely an unexpected surprise for foodies.

It also made him instantly feel that the hard work of this morning was worth it.

"You can eat it when it is cooked, and I will tell you what can't be eaten." Chu Guang slowly turned the grill to let all sides of the food fully heat up.

There were not many opportunities to eat game in the wasteland.

Even if he could catch edible game like this occasionally, it would quickly spoil due to lack of preservation methods.

Here, salt was a scarcer resource than electricity.

Especially for survivors living in inland cities like Qingquan City, it was not realistic to use a lot of salt to pickle food.

As for something like a refrigerator, Chu Guang heard that there was one in the town mayor's castle, but Chu Guang had only heard of it, and had not really seen it.

Of course, the survivors also had some other methods.

For example, Mr. Brown's farm, the survivor's stronghold near them, produced a tobacco leaf rich in aromatic compounds such as tar and aldol, which could extend the shelf life of food for several months even if it was smoked without salt.

"Administrator, may I ask how much wood we need?"

Waiting for the food to be cooked was a torment.

In order to divert attention from food, Ample Time took the initiative to ask a question.

Upon hearing this question, Chu Guang replied casually.

"As much as possible."

The players looked at each other, showing little enthusiasm.

Chu Guang didn't pay much attention at first, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

They were "players", that was, "outsiders".

Unlike him who had come to this world long ago, they could leave at any time, and there was no urgency to survive.

Even if he told them the importance of storing wood, they would never really understand what this sentence meant.

The player's identity determined that they thought differently from his perspective. Even if they didn't mind working for him, it was difficult for them to continue to work for him when they were not rewarded.

Since he gave them tasks, naturally, there must be rewards.

"Let me think..."

Chu Guang touched his chin, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he thought of an idea.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, let's count today's results."

"If a tree is as thick as an arm, for every meter, it will be counted as 1 point contribution. If it is as thick as a thigh, every meter will be counted as 2 points—"

However, what Chu Guang didn't expect was that before his voice fell, the four unenthusiastic players holding the bowl stood up all of sudden.

"Administrator, I suddenly feel not very hungry."

"Me too."

"Anyway, it'll be a while before the meal starts, so I'll go and chop down two more trees!"

"I suddenly want to chop something!"

Chu Guang: "......?"

He hadn't even said what these contribution points could be used for