This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 265.2: Mosquito’s Business Sense and New Blood

Although Mosquito was always complained about by other players as a profiteer, it couldn’t be denied that Mosquito’s hands-on ability and efficiency were definitely at the highest level among all players!

It took this guy less than 48 hours to go from a forum post to a new factory with 20 people.

While other players were still arguing about the market size and posting their own design drawings on the forum, the gas masks produced by Goblin Technology had already been placed on the shelves at the North Gate Market.

It was the perfect interpretation of ‘time is money’!

The design of the gas mask was quite simple, even to put it bluntly, it was copied directly from a World War II movie.

The awl-shaped outline and two oblate filter tips the size of a fist were very similar to the design of the gas mask in Back to Wolfenstein. Adding 2 resin lenses sandwiched between 4 aluminum rings, the whole thing was like a replica of the M38 rubber gas mask!

And because Wasteland people didn’t have high quality requirements, as long as the gas mask was working properly, Mosquito’s product could meet everyone’s needs. The material used for the mask was even less than half of the M38 rubber gas mask!

Mosquito simply named it N19…

Since the cost was only half of the M38, the serial number was also halved.

Although the gas mask looked terrible, it still looked much better than the one that Escaping Mole made out of garbage.

In addition, there were also 20 gray-black protective clothing made of chemical fiber cloth that were being released at the same time.

Although Slime Mold and spores had no direct damage effect on the contacted targets, for those players who fought deep inside the infected area, this kind of protective clothing that could cover the whole body without affecting their mobility was still a little better than nothing.

At least, it was a little bit better than body armor.

In order to save players’ money, Mosquito was quite considerate when setting his prices. The price of 1 was set at a ‘mere’ 80 silver coins.

If players chose the set of mask and chemical protective suit, it would only cost them 100 silver coins!

He was truly a considerate businessman.

The person in charge of sales was a little girl from the Frost Spear Tribe. Mosquito did not offer her a basic salary but promised her a 15% sales commission.

According to the price of 10 silver coins for a mask, she could get 1.5 silver coins for every mask sold.

In order to make money to support the family, the little girl was also full of energy, and started hawking hard as soon as she started working. Her exotic face and pleasant voice quickly attracted many players.

However…

Not long after the booth opened, some players immediately discovered the problem.

Silver Sword yelled, "Wait, why is the price of the whole set more expensive than buying it alone?!"

Hearing this, Quit Smoking who was just about to buy a set, hurriedly pulled his arm back. "Fuck! You’re right!"

"The despicable Mosquito definitely lost his mind!"

"It’s too scammy!"

Seeing everyone’s displeased reactions, the little girl from the Frost Spear Tribe looked nervously at Mosquito standing beside her for help.

Anticipating that someone would complain about his pricing, Mosquito picked his ear with his little finger, stood out from the crowd, and said nonchalantly. "What’s up with the loud noise? There are gifts if you buy a whole set! Can’t you see that we also give away a sapper shovel and a belt?" ɌÁ𐌽Ꝋ฿ÊS

The sapper shovel was assembled with a custom-made cutter head from Steel Plant 81 and a wholesale wooden handle from Woodworking Cabin. The total cost was only 5 silver coins.

As for the belt… It was even cheaper. It was cut from the leftovers of the leather factory to make clothes, and the wholesale price was only 3 silver coins.

Selling at a loss?

That would never happen.

He had to make a little profit at least.

Silver Sword mumbled, "Can I just buy the mask and sapper shovel?"

Silver Hand added, "All I want is a gas mask and belt!"

Mosquito shook his head repeatedly. "We don’t sell them. The sapper shovel and belt are gifts, not for sale!"

Silver’s Father sighed, "Damn it!"

Quit Smoking also continued to curse. "@#￥!"

Although they were cursing, many players took out their VMs to pay for the sake of the gifts. Looking at the sold out gas masks and protective clothing, Mosquito’s face was full of joy.

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...

The third day of the release of the Alpha 1.1 version.

The countdown of 400 helmets ended and the players who had been looking forward to it for countless days finally got their wish and logged into the game.

When they opened their eyes and let the dazzling white light reflect on their retinas, almost every face that was facing up was full of surprise and shock.

This light!

This wind!

This realistic touch!

And that solemn broadcast!

The immersive shock hit their faces, and every frame and every decibel made them feel that the money was being burnt during the development of this game!

And this was just the opening animation...

"Holy freaking shit! I’m really going to play such an awesome game!”

"Isn’t this much more powerful than the Metaverse?!"

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"I want to cry!"

"Open the door! Let me out!"

"... You can only go out if you wear pants? Why do I need to wear pants? Can I not wear them?"

"Can I take it off after I go out?"

The loud noises were exactly the same as before.

Finally, when the broadcast was over, more than 400 newcomers rushed out of their rooms and squeezed into the lobby under the guidance of the broadcast.

It was different from Shelter 404.

The poorly maintained Shelter 117 was slightly outdated, but it was relatively larger.

However, the newcomers clearly didn’t care about that!

Being able to become the one-in-a-million lucky player and witness the birth of an epoch-making game was already a joyous thing in itself.

As for which shelter they were born in, no one cared.

Under the gazes of expectant eyes, a blue exoframe strode up to all the players.

The shiny armor and the powerful warhammer caught the attention of the players as soon as they appeared.

The visor of the helmet opened. Glancing around at the players present, Chu Guang cleared his throat, and re-read the opening line that he had come up with great difficulty in a solemn tone.

… "This year marks the 200th anniversary after doomsday. Fortunately, we have successfully survived the most difficult years. To be able to stand here today, you are already more fortunate than 12 billion people before you. I now need you to recognize what situation you are in as soon as possible, and then fulfill your declaration under the banner of the Federation of People. We will rebuild our homeland!"

"This robot next to me is my assistant. You can call it Little Seven. You can ask it any questions about the shelter or other things you don’t understand."

After the routine was over, Chu Guang handed over the rest to his assistant Little Seven and the old players on the side.

The threat of the Tide was looming and everyone needed manpower.

Those creative players were more capable than himself when coming up with ways to play Wasteland Online.

All they needed was a little guidance.

After the mission of Passing The Torch was finished, these newcomers should have a basic understanding of the rules and gameplay of the game.

After the intro animation ended, the newbies swarmed away.

A player who was looking around curiously walked up to the Quit Smoking and asked curiously, “Boss, how should I play this game?"

Hearing someone calling him Boss, Quit Smoking was overjoyed. He quickly put on the air of a wise master, and calmly glanced at this player. "What is your ID?"

The player smiled. "Old Six! I’m very good at using a sniper, and I can snipe while moving, jumping, and even without aiming. Oh right, where can I buy a sniper in this game?"

Quit Smoking looked at him with a caring face, and said patiently. "First of all, a basic LD-47 assault rifle costs 200 silver coins. If you are new, I recommend the PU-9 which is easier to control or the bolt-action Ripper... Before you want to buy any guns, you should first check your pocket."

Old Six touched his pocket and found a coin with N and F written on the front and back.

"Uh, I only have 5 silver coins... What can I buy?"

Quit Smoking looked at him in surprise. "The novice gift package actually increased to 5 silver coins?!"

He only got 1 silver coin when he first entered the game, but it now has multiplied by 5 times!

Old Six was stunned. "Is it a lot?"

Quit Smoking smiled. "Probably enough to eat a bowl of noodles."

"..."

Quit Smoking and patted him on the shoulder. "Don’t be discouraged, that’s how everyone was in the beginning. In short, you get a Passing The Torch mission first. I’ll take you through the novice mission. When you save 500 contribution points and 50 silver coins, buy a VM first. Without the player interface, it’s very inconvenient to do everything."

Old Six was startled. "What?! You have to spend money to buy the system interface?!”

Quit Smoking nodded. "After all, it is a function that we forced the developers to make. The game didn’t even have a user interface at the beginning, and there was no currency for trading."

"Holy shit!" Old Six looked at him enviously, "Boss, you must be a pro, right?"

Quit Smoking said with a mysterious smile, "I wouldn’t call myself a pro. This game is very deep, and there are many good players. I am just kind of average."

Hearing this, the eyes of Old Six lit up.

He has to be a pro!

"Boss! Can you also take my friends?"

Quit Smoking said with a smile, "Sure, I can take 4 apprentices, how many of you do you have?"

“Not many, including me, there are 4 of us!”

Damn?!

4 of his friends got the invites?

Quit Smoking looked at him in surprise, raised his arm, and clicked on his VM.

"What are the IDs of your friends?"

"Free Sniper, Prop Master, and Lost Newbie!"

Uh. Those IDs sound like something FPS players would come up with.

Quit Smoking entered the nicknames on the screen, clicked on the application and as long as they confirmed it with Little Seven, the mission of Passing The Torch would officially start.

"It’s done... By the way, you must have been waiting for the qualification for a long time, right?" Quit Smoking asked.

Old Six smiled with embarrassment and scratched the back of his head. "I have been waiting for quite a long time… Anyway, I only filled out the application after seeing the promotional photos of the new map of the Alpha 1.0 version. So I have been waiting roughly for about a month."

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion, "This game is so popular recently, there are already hundreds of thousands of applicants!"

"..."

What the heck?!

He called one month a long time?!

His originally good mood crumbled instantly.