Chapter 71

This game is just too realistic.

Recently, it's getting dark earlier.

In the wasteland, it's just past 6 PM, and large areas of the city and forests have already turned dark.

To guard against ambushes, the players set up torches outside the base's walls, placed tripwires in the woods, and hung warning bells.

In a little while, it will be morning in the real world, and many people have to go to work during the day. In the end, only 20 players stayed, while the other 30 chose to log off.

However, among the 30 players who logged off, half of them said they would be free in the afternoon and would return after noon.

This would allow them to rotate with the players who were online during the "early night."

Chu Guang carried Xiao Qi back to the shelter for charging, then sat in a chair in the community hall after seeing off a batch of players. He opened the system panel to check his points.

Including the 100 points rewarded for completing the generator side mission, his current reward points have reached 122, enough to buy one advanced blind box, two intermediate blind boxes, and two lollipops.

Additionally, as Chu Guang expected, with the completion of the last side mission, he indeed triggered a new mission to open the B2 level of the shelter.

[Mission: Eliminate the Blood Hand Clan entrenched in the abandoned tire factory to the north of the shelter.

Type: Side

Reward: Access to B2 level of Shelter 404]

"…Resolve the threat from external forces, and then the next level of the shelter can be opened, is that the idea?"

It makes sense.

I hope the next level has some good stuff, at least not like B1, which is just bare except for 100 incubation pods and a computer.

"System, open the administrator's allowance!"

A pale blue holographic screen appeared in front of Chu Guang, showing three options.

Without hesitation, Chu Guang selected one advanced blind box, two intermediate blind boxes, and used the remaining two reward points on a basic blind box.

With a slight tremor, the alloy door embedded in the wall opened.

When he saw the large item on the conveyor belt, Chu Guang was completely stunned.

This...

Is it a weapon?

A square-headed long-handled warhammer was steadily inverted on the conveyor belt.

The silver alloy handle was about as tall as a person, and the hammerhead was a bright silver metal arc, roughly the size of a human face.

The hammer body had two recessed metal grooves, one in front and one in back, with steeply carved patterns connecting the two circles, giving it a sci-fi look.

However, even by trying to understand the taste of the first-generation administrator, Chu Guang found it hard to associate this thing with a weapon.

Is he supposed to swing a hammer in close combat?

If it were an axe or a spear, it would be fine, but swinging such a heavy thing, he would be shot full of holes before he even got close!

Walking up, Chu Guang gripped the hammer handle with a strange expression, expecting it to be heavy, but to his surprise, he lifted it with one hand.

"Huh?"

The weight was not light, but not as heavy as he imagined, about 20 to 30 kilograms.

Chu Guang tapped the hammerhead with his finger and didn't feel it was hollow.

Is it made of aluminum alloy?

Or titanium alloy... or some special material he doesn't know about.

At this moment, Chu Guang noticed three touch buttons on the hammer handle.

Out of curiosity, he touched one of the buttons with his index finger.

A faint hum sounded, and before Chu Guang could react, high-intensity air currents suddenly gushed out from the four sides of the hammer, propelling it forward.

Chu Guang, holding the hammer with both hands, almost lost his grip and nearly smashed the alloy door, scaring him into quickly lifting his finger off the button.

"Damn?!"

Is this hammer equipped with nitrous acceleration?

This is something!

Chu Guang was still surprised when a semi-transparent pale blue holographic window popped up in his field of view, floating next to the hammer.

It was like a label.

[Item: Nitrous Power Hammer]

[Description: By interfering with the nitrogen flow in the armor through a special force field, it achieves functions such as defense, offense, and mobility.

In A mode, a vortex of nitrogen can be formed at the top of the power hammer, creating a defensive shield with a maximum radius of 1 meter, deflecting and reducing the kinetic energy of projectiles, providing good defense against light weapons.

In B mode, nitrogen can be compressed at the front of the power hammer, forming a 2-3mm thick nitrogen armor, which explodes upon contact with the target.

In C mode, high-pressure nitrogen can be ejected from the back of the power hammer, providing directional acceleration.

This product is recommended for use with assault-type power armor. In B mode, it can effectively damage light armor targets, obstacles, and cover.]

[Note: Due to the lack of an internal gas storage device, it cannot be used in vacuum or underwater environments.]

Following the system's instructions, Chu Guang tried it out and finally understood how to use it.

In simple terms, the hammer has an internal device that can interfere with nearby nitrogen molecules.

A mode is like a defensive mode, adding a shield in front of the hammer.

B mode is like a charge, releasing compressed nitrogen on the armor surface upon impact, creating a shockwave similar to an explosion.

C mode is like adding a thruster to the back of the hammer, making it useful for both running and swinging.

Additionally, the power source for the nitrous power hammer is a micro cold fusion battery, located at the front of the hammer handle where it connects to the hammer body.

According to the glow marking at the end of the handle, the battery is fully charged. As long as it's not used continuously, it should theoretically last until the equipment is scrapped.

However, it can't be used continuously.

According to the system's instructions, continuous use will cause the internal circuit components to overheat, and the warning light will flash for three seconds before triggering a protective shutdown.

Playing with the power hammer for a while, Chu Guang couldn't help but marvel.

Technology beyond the realm of understanding is truly no different from magic.

Not to mention how it controls nitrogen molecules, just the micro cold fusion battery at the end of the handle is already in the realm of science fiction for him.

Chu Guang couldn't even imagine the principles behind it.

Take it apart for study?

It's not that it can't be done, but what's the point?

If the material is helium-3, it would have to be mined on the moon, and if it uses some unknown process, reverse engineering would be slower than starting from scratch.

Scientific research isn't about brute force, and it's not like opening a blind box. If he can gather some talent from other shelters in the future, there might be a chance to restore some pre-war technology.

As for now?

Of course, it's just about being able to use it.

Besides the nitrous power hammer, the two intermediate blind boxes contained a box of antibiotics and a treatment needle.

However, what surprised Chu Guang the most were the two basic blind boxes, which contained a bottle of soy sauce and a bag of salt.

Wow.

He was prepared to get two more lollipops, but he got lucky in unexpected places?

Chu Guang didn't know if he had gained or lost...

...

It was 6 PM in the wasteland, which was 6 AM in the real world.

Although many people were still in bed at this time, the opposite was true for the players of Wasteland OL.

Playing the game all night didn't make them feel tired; instead, they felt refreshed after nearly 12 hours of sleep.

Especially the battle against the raiders, which was incredibly exciting!

Almost as soon as they logged off, the official website became lively, with posts flooding the forums and the chat section buzzing.

Knife Under the Blade: "Damn, the battle this afternoon was so intense! Hahaha, I have to go to the construction site in the morning, guys, wait for me to come back."

Quit Smoking: "Afternoon?!"

Knife Under the Blade: "Ah, in-game afternoon! This game is too realistic, I forgot the time. It should be midnight in the real world! Damn, you're up so early, bro?"

Quit Smoking: "T.T"

Old Bai: "Feeling sorry for Quit Smoking, I can't help but want to lend him my account."

Quit Smoking: "Can I?!!!"

Night Ten: "Can your ass, others can't see anything when they wear it, and they'll laugh at you for being stupid. I don't even bother explaining anymore; it just makes me look crazy. Those who understand will understand, and the public beta will prove it."

Proud and Unyielding: "Haha, proving it! More like putting on a brave face with a swollen face!"

Night Ten: "Wait, I'm going to apply for moderator."

Irena: "Proud and Unyielding is here too, have you bought a house on the official website?"

Tomato and Egg: "I knew you guys were all on the forum! I'm here to praise it too. The battlefield environment in this game is just too damn realistic! Compared to those games that look like light pollution, a real battlefield should be like this, with bullets flying everywhere, not knowing if they hit, and not seeing anyone. It's just about feeling good!"

Old Bai: "Hahaha, confirmed as a battlefield atmosphere expert."

Night Ten: "Case solved, turns out you were wasting bullets, no wonder the administrator's face was so black at the end."

Tomato and Egg: "What's wrong with being a cook? I even knocked down one guy with an axe! Only to find out later that I got shot in the leg, but it didn't hurt at all."

Fang Chang: "Are you a Constitution type? How does it feel?"

Compared to others, Fang Chang always focused on game information.

Tomato and Egg: "Recovery is fast! Other than that, I don't feel much. If only I were a Perception type, or at least a Strength type."

Fang Chang: "I see... I understand."

Trash Collector 99: "Be content, I couldn't even fit my fingers into the gun. QAQ"

Night Ten: "Hahahaha!"

Fang Chang: "Uh, that is a problem. How about breaking the trigger guard?"

Trash Collector 99: "I'll wait until I buy a gun, damn, I have to pay Mosquito back first. T.T"

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Good brother, don't worry. How about trying a crossbow? I'll make one for you when the shop opens, it'll be cheap!"

Trash Collector 99: "I'll use a spear!"

Irena: "…"

The forum was filled with a lively atmosphere.

After teasing Trash Collector, they started a new thread, discussing strategies to deal with the raiders.

Some cloud players who didn't get the game also joined in, throwing out some dubious ideas, which left a certain observer stunned.

Fire attacks are one thing.

Water attacks are another.

Is there a reservoir nearby? Where would they get so much water?

Of course, not all ideas were unreliable. One young player was quite clever, thinking along the same lines as him.

His ID was very impressive, called [Spring Water Commander], reservation number 661. From the chat records, he was drawn to the forum from another forum while boasting.

"…If your equipment isn't superior and you can't win in urban warfare, the best strategy is to delay, to drag it out until the roads are frozen and snowed in. At that point, it's not about equipment and tactics, but about supplies, logistics, and morale… if Wasteland OL has such a setting."

"Assuming, I mean assuming. From what you said, these raiders don't produce anything, they just raid and plunder. Where do they get their food, clothing, and entertainment? If they just occasionally raid passing merchants, it's not stable and might not be enough. It's fine in spring, summer, and autumn, but what about winter, when there are no merchants passing by?"

"So there are only three possibilities: either they are frugal and know how to live within their means, or they are supported by a stable, long-term source."

"The first possibility is unlikely. They are bandits. If they had such discipline and knew how to live, they wouldn't be bandits. They would be a powerful warlord even without farming!"

"If it's the second possibility, it's easier to deal with. Clearing the area around the base isn't practical, so cut off their supply lines! Winter is long, and the supplies in the camp will eventually run out. Without support, how long can a group of rabble last?"

"The other possibility is that they are system-generated, like in many games where AI resources are depleted but they keep mindlessly producing troops."

"If that's the case, consider my words null and void!"