This Game Is Too Realistic

The unnamed river was surrounded by burnt mud and tree trunks.

The previous fire had been extinguished, and the torches surrounded the open space, enclosing the twenty-nine dejected prisoners.

It was already late at night, and it would be dawn in a few hours.

Night Ten, who was guarding on the side, yawned and looked at Old White.

"How long will the Administrator be back?"

"I do not know."

"Where is Gale?"

Ample Time gestured to the cave-dwelling dug halfway by the river with his chin.

"He still has a class in the afternoon, so he went to sleep there."

It was actually very convenient to log off in this game. In addition to logging out safely at the resurrection point, players could be disconnected anywhere as long as they lost their consciousness.

This includes but is not limited to being knocked out, or falling asleep normally.

It was just that the genetic sequence progress couldn't be saved in this way.

Hearing that Gale had actually gone to his class, Night Ten asked suspiciously. "Didn't he send the PPT to his assistant?"

"I don't know, maybe he’s still worried about his students. Anyway, the team battle is over. He looked pretty worried so I let him go offline first. When he wakes up, he can take over."

As the oldest member of the Bull and Horse club, Old White was probably the one who had been in contact with Gale for the longest time, and was also the person who knew him best in the club.

"... Gale may look like a guy who likes to brag in the group every day, but in reality, he is actually a very honest and diligent man. He has no other hobbies except games."

Night Ten chuckled. "Honest and diligent? I don't see it. But he does look like a wild person secretly."

Old White laughed. "Haha, you only dare say that when he is not online."

Night Ten: "By the way… after we log out of the game, our in-game characters would have no responses no matter what you do to it, right?"

"Probably so, meaning that logging out of the game in the non-secure zone is actually quite dangerous if no one is watching," Ample Time glanced at Night Ten, "What do you want to do?"

Night Ten rolled his eyes. "I didn't want to do anything, I was just thinking… If we are all offline, couldn't the NPCs do whatever they want to us in the culture chamber?"

Hearing such a dirty thought, both Old White and Ample Time choked on their saliva.

"Pff."

"Ahem! That's enough. Please don't use your nasty thoughts to speculate on others. Moreover, this kind of unprovoked speculation has no meaning at all. You have neither evidence to prove it, nor evidence to falsify it. Similar questions include but are not limited to, ‘Have aliens been around us all the time?’, ‘Is our world actually a game?’, and ‘Is the science that we know is still valid outside our 'apparent horizon'?’ Infinite suspicion is purely seeking trouble, unless you can find reliable evidence."

"What do you mean ‘nasty’?! Can't I be curious about it? Otherwise, what do you do when you stand guard? Just stare into nothingness? And why do you sound more and more like Gale?" Night Ten rolled his eyes silently.

Ample Time shrugged. "No, it's just that people who think about this problem are very problematic."

Old White nodded in agreement, giving Night Ten another strike, "Yes, and I don't think anyone will do whatever they want with your body."

Night Ten: "I said what if! What if! Sigh, there’s really no common language with you old people."

Ample Time: "..."

Old White: "..."

At this time, Tomato_scrambled_eggs and three other players walked over from a distance.

Seizing the opportunity, Night Ten immediately changed the subject.

"Yo, Brother Scrambled Egg, why are you here?"

"I'm here to change shifts. Didn't the administrator say that I will be on duty after two o'clock?" Brother Scrambled Egg saw that there was a missing person, so he curiously asked, "Where is Gale?"

"Logged out. Something came up IRL, so we'll carry him for a while."

Scrambled Egg nodded in understanding. "Oh..."

It felt much more comfortable when someone came over to take over the task.

They could go offline and have a meal before coming back to play again.

Old White carried Gale on his shoulders, handed over the matter of guarding the prisoners to Brother Scrambled Egg and others, and then left with Night Ten and Ample Time.

This time it was Scrambled Egg's turn to feel bored.

The four little players stood on guard with serious faces at first, but seeing that the captives were all asleep, they also stood and chatted together to pass the time.

"Too careless. If I knew it would be so boring to stand guard, I would've gone to the warehouse to buy some meat and charcoal to have a barbecue here."

"Yes, speaking of which, Brother Scrambled Egg, is rhinoceros delicious?"

"How would I know..."

"Aren't you a cook?"

"Which restaurant dares to cook that??"

"I heard that rhinos are on the CITES, the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora. It seems that the minimum punishment is five years in prison, and there's no upper limit. However, there are probably no wild rhinos in our country. You have to go to South Africa."

"... Well, there should be no problem in-game, right?"

The players were chatting.

At this time, a rustling sound came from the woods on the side.

The group of people immediately became tense and tightened their grip on the guns in their hands, but soon relaxed.

The one who came was one of their own.

"How are the prisoners?"

"They’re all here, dear Administrator."

"Very good."

Chu Guang nodded, looked at the players next to him, and ordered. "Bring these people."

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