This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 450.1: Theres Nothing We Cant Overcome

Everyone was surprised at how smoothly their epic quest had gone.

No one died, and they all came out of the valley.

What puzzled everyone even more was the situation with Falling Feather.

"What should we do now?" Looking at the expressionless Falling Feather, Mosquito scratched the back of his head and looked at Escaping Mole.

He had just gone offline to try to get Falling Feather to reconnect, only to find that he was stuck in a bug and couldn't be revived.

Escaping Mole thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I don't know... But if this thing is important, I guess the administrator would send a plane to pick us up.

But then again... The mission required us to recover a body, right?

This is definitely a body, right?

If he’s alive... It should be pretty weird, right?

Escaping Mole's gaze towards Falling Feather suddenly became a little warmer.

Sisi thought for a moment and said, "I think so too... Since this mission is so important, it shouldn't end here. We probably don't need to worry about what comes next."

Tail yelled, "Oh! Brother Light definitely has a way to send us back!"

Falling Feather, who was following behind everyone, had no awareness of being the center of attention. He wore a blank expression, even drooling a bit. He didn't seem very intelligent at the moment.

Escaping Mole sighed to himself, "It would be good if Irene was here..."

Everyone returned to the mouth of the valley, found the truck parked by the road, but discovered that the guide had disappeared, and the motorcycle was gone.

But no one blamed him.

As a devout believer, seeing a once-dead god come back to life... If he wasn’t shocked, that would be the scary part.

However, as everyone was about to leave the valley and head home, they were stunned by the scene before them.

A troop of cavalry from the west surrounded the entrance to the valley.

The leader was Lord Sien, and the old priest followed.

Stretching his neck and looking around, Tail teased, "Oh! Sisi! It’s your admirer!"

Sisi pretended not to hear and subtly shifted her gaze.

She was grateful, but she still didn’t like him.

The imposing group of over a hundred cavalry approached, and before Lord Sien could speak, the old priest dismounted first.

Seeing Sesame Paste safe and sound, the old man quickly approached her, asking with excitement, "Miss Divine Envoy, are you alright?"

"I... I'm okay, haha." Sesame Paste's expression was awkward yet she remained polite, unsure how to respond. She quickly turned to Sisi for help.

Sien also dismounted and came closer without mentioning the past. He quickly asked, "What happened over there? I heard the Sky God..."

Sisi answered seriously, "The seal was indeed loosened. The Sky God's bones have been corrupted by evil spirits and have just crawled out of its resting place."

Everyone gasped, and the soldiers who came revealed troubled expressions.

They would even prefer to charge at machine gun fire than face the Sky God!

Sien looked at her in astonishment, while the old priest turned to the Divine Envoy for help.

Seeing the look Sisi passed her, Sesame Paste quickly nodded. "Yes... That's what happened."

The old priest's voice trembled as he asked, "Then... What should we do?"

With a gentle smile on her face, Sesame Paste continued, "Don't worry, we've resealed it... The Sky God's remains have fallen back into slumber, and as long as we don't disturb its eternal rest like today, it will continue to sleep."

Sien looked at her gratefully, then glanced at the others behind her, and said sincerely, "Thank you, you've been a great help to us... I really don't know how to thank you."

"Oh! You're welcome! Just one thing... MURMPHH"

Before Tail could finish spelling, Roshan covered her mouth and dragged her away.

Sisi coughed softly, speaking for Sesame Paste who didn't know how to respond. "... As long as the residents here can return to their peaceful lives, and the chaos sweeping through the desert comes to an end, it will all be well."

Sien shot her a complex look. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words eventually and simply nodded.

Standing next to Escaping Mole, Mosquito turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "If this fella went back to ancient times, she’s definitely becoming a Divine Envoy..."

“Nah, she might be burned as a witch.”

"Heh... That's actually possible."

Watching the two whisper, the expressionless Falling Feather tilted his head, and a droplet of drool fell to the ground.

No one heard the barely audible sound coming from his lips,

"Yi...."

...

The headquarters of the Skeleton Corps was next to the Order of the White Bear. Including the light tank Escaping Mole picked up, 16 tanks and over 30 logistical trucks were parked in the camp.

The players took turns to be on duty and the long night finally ended with the sunrise.

It was as Escaping Mole had guessed, the next morning, a transport plane landed north of Petra Fortress.

The sci-fi streamlined body of the plane was incongruous with the nearby walls and cast-iron cannons.

Yet in the absurd wasteland world, everything fit perfectly together.

"The art director of this game is a genius!" Standing at the camp entrance, Escaping Mole couldn't help but remark.

He wasn’t exaggerating.

To integrate so many artistic styles into the same game, to make them blend seamlessly and realistically as if they were real... The skill involved was simply amazing!

At that moment, a pilot in an arm sling walked towards the camp. He lifted a finger forward as a salute, and extended his right hand with a big smile.

"Orca 3’s Captain, Liu Yue!"

"Skeleton Corps commander, uh... Escaping Mole."

Every time he introduced himself, Escaping Mole would dig his toes into the ground, wishing he could slap his past self.

Hearing the odd name, the man didn't laugh but his eyes brightened, excitedly gripping his right hand. "Wait, Escaping Mole? Are you that Escaping Mole?"

Escaping Mole was also puzzled by the question.

Who else in the entire New Alliance would have that name?

"Uh, may I help you?"

Liu Yue's face broke into a sunlit smile, his hands busy as he fished a small notebook out of his pocket. "Sorry, can I get your autograph?"

Escaping Mole felt pressured but still took the notebook and awkwardly wrote his name in his own language.

"Thank you!" Liu Yue, hugged his notebook before tucking it back into his pocket and patted his shoulder with a laugh. "Thanks, brother... Your game is really awesome! Too bad I only played a few rounds before being sent here!"

Hearing him, Escaping Mole paused, suddenly realizing something. A fire lit up in his eyes as he asked in excitement, "Wait! You've played my game? Where did you hear about my game?"

"Of course, from Endpoint Cloud..."

Seeing Escaping Mole's astonished face, Liu Yue immediately realized something and slapped his forehead. "Oh, I almost forgot, you've been out fighting and might not know... Soon after you left, many media outlets in Ideal City reported your heroic deeds!"

"I heard a film company plans to adapt your story into a movie! Not only that, but now everyone in the city who's a warmonger is playing Battle Royale! Haha, just kidding, everyone is against war... I hope this damn war ends soon, and we can have a match on Endpoint Cloud."

Looking at the real fan of his game in front of him, Escaping Mole felt dizzy as if he were dreaming.

Seeing no response, Liu Yue didn't mind. He simply grinned while staring at Escaping Mole.

Suddenly remembering something important he'd forgotten to mention, he smacked his head and then spoke of the matter at hand. "By the way, your commander gave you a new assignment, it should already be synced to your personal terminal... Your VM or something?”

He saved the most important news for last.

Escaping Mole raised his eyebrows slightly. If Liu Yue didn’t remember... Would he have left it out completely?

But at that moment, Escaping Mole was too shocked by the news that had traveled so far to care.

My game is a hit?

After a long moment, his eyes wide, he finally managed to blurt out his true feelings. “Holy shit!”

The Enterprise’s transport plane brought not only the New Alliance administrator's mission, but also the fuel needed by the Skeleton Corps' tanks and generators to charge their Electric Mules and Electro Bulls.

Resupply was expected to take three days, after which the Skeleton Corps would continue on their way, heading to the frontlines.

At the administrator's request, Escaping Mole picked two reliable guys from the Skeleton Corps to escort Falling Feather on the plane back to Clearspring City for treatment.

Also being escorted to the New Alliance were General McClennan, his adjutants, and other high-ranking officers.

Those people were all bargaining chips in the ceasefire agreement.

As for the captains and the nearly 6,000 soldiers, they were temporarily under the supervision of the Camel Kingdom.

Whether the nobles of Camel Kingdom were willing or not, they were already de facto tied to the New Alliance's war chariot.

At that point, even the most naive person could no longer fantasize about a chance to bow down to the Army. They could only continue fighting alongside the New Alliance.

Before boarding the plane, Escaping Mole seriously instructed the two players. "Keep a close eye on him."

"If he moves strangely, threatening the plane or the captives' safety, don't hold back, just take him out..."

After he spoke, he mimed a throat-slitting gesture.

He had tactfully discussed this with Falling Feather the night before, seeking his opinion.

When Falling Feather learned that his body had been possessed and might turn into a Cruncher, he was so anxious he wished he could log on and kill himself.

The two players nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, boss!"

"We'll handle it, you can count on us!"

Escaping Mole nodded in relief and watched as ‘Falling Feather’ followed them onto the plane.

At that moment, he suddenly saw Mosquito also heading towards the plane and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

Mosquito grinned. "Just hitching a ride home. It’s too long to wait for the respawn cooldown timer..."

Petra Fortress was indeed quite quiet and interesting, but he still preferred the atmosphere back in Clearspring City. The air there was also more comfortable.

Especially after seeing the Titan controlled by Slime Mold the night before, a bold idea suddenly sprang into his mind.

This time he returned, he would give it a shot!

Escaping Mole paused and frowned. "What? If you leave, who's going to fly the plane?"

"The plane? Oh, you mean the one I flew over in?" Mosquito chuckled, "I've already given that to the Petra Fortress Lord.”

Escaping Mole was astonished. "Huh? You can do that?”