This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 298.2: Corps System

​East District of Clearspring City.

A five-meter-long Deathclaw with a collar hanging around her neck was running quickly through the ruins with a man and an exoframe on her back.

"Why don't we take the car?"

"Tires can't go through ruins. This is the fastest means of transportation."

"I'd rather go slower, didn't we walk slowly last time?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, my time is precious."

Neeko, who was under them, let out a grunt of dissatisfaction. However, the deterrence that penetrated into her marrow made her dare not make any mistakes. She could only vent her emotions on the concrete stones beneath her feet.

Sitting on the Deathclaw's back, Chu Guang felt like a dragon knight in heavy armor.

Sadly, this dumb lizard has no wings.

Maybe I should give her a mechanical prosthesis when there is a chance?

Just when Chu Guang allowed his thoughts to diverge, they had already arrived near the Third Ecological Protection Park. The Deathclaw's presnece had scared the surrounding monkeys away.

No mutants dared to come close along the way.

As for the crunchers, daylight was not their time of day.

At the guard post near the ticket gate of the Third Ecological Protection Park, 2 soldiers on duty with rifles on their backs cast awe-inspiring eyes at Chu Guang, and made a military salute with their right fists on their chests.

As expected of the administrator!

No one else in the wasteland would use Deathclaw as a mount!

"Dear administrator!" Carrying a coffin-like box and wearing a battle-damaged exoskeleton, Old White stepped forward and said respectfully. "We have brought the fuel rod you asked for!"

"Good job. Just leave it here." Chu Guang nodded approvingly, jumped off Deathclaw's back, and gave a hand to Yin Fang who was sitting in front of him.

Finally touching the ground, Yin Fang, who was about to fall apart, lost his footing and almost fell.

Neeko let out a loud snort, which seemed to be mocking Yin Fang, but after being reprimanded by Chu Guang, the lizard quickly became obedient and lowered her head on the ground in an aggrieved manner.

Old White looked at the monster in surprise.

Was that the Deathclaw that nearly wiped them out?

Why did it become the administrator's mount?

"Your mission has been completed. On behalf of the Alliance, I thank you for your contribution! Now go back and take a good rest!"

With a swipe of his index finger in the air, Chu Guang settled the mission for the members of the Bull and Horse Squad for Yin Fang.

Seeing the changing numbers on the VM settlement interface, the faces of the 5 players showed surprise expressions.

In the last link of the mission chain, in addition to the basic income of 1300 silver coins and more than 500 contribution points per team member, there were side mission rewards of 1200 silver coins and 200 contribution points.

This is so awesome!

Seeing the excited faces of the players, Chu Guang couldn't help showing a smile.

He could actually buy a fuel rod with just tens of thousands of silver coins.

His players were simply too capable!

It would be even better if they were willing to sell the silver coins they got cheaply to Lifestyle Profession players to invest in production and expand exports.

Or it would not be bad to go out and buy other treasures back.

Well... How to play the game was the players' business. What Chu Guang had to do right now was to build a good environment, so that more players would have the opportunity to enter the game to work for him.

Chu Guang opened the box and took a look before closing the box again and carrying it in his hand. He then looked at Yin Fang who had just gotten off Neeko's back and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."

Yin Fang's legs were still shaking from the bumpy ride. However, since it was Chu Guang's request, he had no choice but to respond with a sad expression. "No problem... But let me take a break first. The bones in my body almost fell apart from that bumpy ride earlier."

Neeko snorted again, as if mocking how weak Yin Fang was.

But very soon, she received a smack on the back of her head from Chu Guang. Grumbling, she lay on the ground, lowering her head, and not daring to move anymore.

"It will be easier when the underground passage is cleared in the future."

Chu Guang casually replied to Yin Fang, then took out half a hairless hyena from the package behind the armor, threw it to Neeko as a snack, and continued to issue orders with the neural connection device, telling her to wait for his return at the same place.

After passing down his orders, Chu Guang took Yin Fang and the fuel rod and walked towards the subway station.

Neeko happily gnawed on the half of the hyena on the ground, making cheerful creaking and chewing sounds. The NPC soldiers next to her looked at her nervously, and unconsciously grasped the rifles in their hands.

The swaying iron chain always gave them a sense of insecurity, as if the monster could break free and pounce on them in the next second.

However, this Deathclaw didn't seem to have any intention of escaping. After finishing eating the bone, she curled her tail in a circle, taking a nap at the entrance.

The monster had been completely tamed.

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Seeing the administrator left, Night Ten glanced at the balance on the VM again and couldn't help gulping. "If this is converted into RMB..."

Even if the price dropped a bit...

It would still be worth tens of thousands!

"Can you have some ambitions?" Ample Time patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Let's exchange some special products and take them to Boulder Town to exchange chips. Isn't it much better to upgrade our equipment?"

There were always Lifestyle Profession players buying silver coins on the forum.

Building a caravan to expand production required money. So the Lifestyle Profession players would either need to earn from NPCs, or purchase from Combat Profession players.

Ample Time had taken advantage of the decline in the silver coins price before and bought a lot of them back.

After they completed the mission, he planned to purchase some goods and ship them to Boulder Town and use the chips he earned to buy some equipment.

At present, the trade routes have just been restored. It was the time when selling anything would be profitable.

But as the trade routes gradually developed and matured, and the information gap became smaller and smaller over time, the profits would hardly be as large as they were now.

The economic system of this game was affected by supply and demand. It was extremely realistic.

Night Ten scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled. "I just subconsciously calculated it... By the way, when are we going to Boulder Town?"

"Tomorrow. We’ve basically completed all the missions that can be done." Checking his VM, Old White suddenly found that there was a small red dot on the icon of the corps system.

Opening it curiously, Old White was surprised to find that the original level logo became active.

Not only that, but there was also an attribute panel.

[ID: Burning Corps]

[Corps Level: LV2 (+1 assignable points)]

[Scale: 2 (+10 recruitment cap per level)]

[Logistics: 2 (+10 logistics points per level)]

[Doctrine: (Unselected)]

Previously, the page of the corps system seemed to be just a list and level, but now there was even a property panel.

Is this a soft update?

Old White looked at it for a long time but still didn't understand what the attributes meant.

"Our corps seems to have been upgraded." He scratched the back of his head and said.

Quit Smoking immediately moved over excitedly to ask, "We were upgraded?! Let me see!"

"Mhm, the number of recruits in a LV2 corps has increased to 20, and 1 assignable point has been obtained... But I haven't figured out what the attribute panel means."

The scale was easy to understand. It probably referred to the maximum number of people that could be recruited. Logistics probably meant the budget. But he didn't quite understand they would require logistic points.

In the past, ammunition expenditures were budgeted in silver coins.

Would the logistics of the Corps system be separated from the economic system in the future?

There was also the optional doctrine, which seemed to consume points to upgrade.

Old White opened it and took a brief look. It was basically divided into several major categories, including the doctrine of light infantry, the doctrine of mobile warfare, the doctrine of superior firepower, and so on.

In addition, there were some small subdivisions, which mainly provided some strategic BUFF bonuses.

For example, if he upgraded the Mass Assault under the Light Infantry Doctrine, the recruitment limit would be +100%.

After selecting this branch, it was equivalent to directly increasing the recruitment limit from 10 to 20, and the player’s corps would directly become a company at LV5!

Of course, the premise was that there would be enough players to be recruited.

As if he remembered something, Quit Smoking who was staring at the screen suddenly said, "Wait, isn't what we're doing a scientific expedition mission?"

Ample Time knew what he wanted to ask. He nodded and said. "In a team mission, if 4 or more people in the squad are members of the same corps, they can get a certain percentage of corps merit based on contribution points upon the mission completion."

Meritorious points were the experience needed to upgrade the corps.

Quit Smoking was taken aback for a moment. "Oh damn! Doesn’t that mean that when we have more people in the future, we will be able to farm experience?!"

In the future, if all the skill points were allocated to the scale of their corps, they would be able to recruit several hundred people. At that time, if all the members of the corps were doing missions in groups of fours, they would be able to gain a lot of merit points!

Ample Time said with a subtle expression, "That’s possible in theory. After all, quantity is also a kind of strength. However, there is a difference in the income between missions. The mission rewards of those in the tier 0 echelon and tier 3 may even be different in orders of different magnitude, so the overall efficiency may not be high."

After a pause, Ample Time continued to look at Old White who was thinking about how to add points. "Let's not rush to add points. After the update announcement comes out, I'll study it first."

Turning off the interface, Old White said with a chuckle. "I think so too!"

...

At the same time, north of Clearspring City.

Demeter, who was gradually leaving the boundaries of the New Alliance, breathed a sigh of relief and continued northward with the remaining seven subordinates.

The Snake Clan was at war with Red River Town, and the only one free to help them take back the black box was the Fang Clan stationed in West Continent City.

However, what made him confused was that that group of marauders stopped going south after stationing in West Continent City.

At this moment, a group of figures suddenly appeared in the north, just in time to meet them face to face.

Demeter involuntarily clenched the gun in his hand, but after seeing the tattered attires of those people, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

They are just a bunch of refugees.

"Should we kill them? They saw us." Said Urron who had already released the safety catch on his gun.

"There's no need to cause unnecessary trouble. Just ignore them. We are already here..." Demeter glanced at him and comforted, "I know Ted's death has been hard on you, but killing these people won't bring him back to life."

"We've got to save ammunition, and they're not worth it."

Sparing the group of refugees, Demeter squinted his eyes as he watched them leave.

Just you wait.

I will be back!