This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 357.2: Dying of Embarrassment

Using a card was naturally impossible.

After all, the goods sold there had some issues in terms of their sources. Ample Time went to the bank first to withdraw the money and then returned to the clinic.

As one of the earliest players to explore the Boulder Town map, he and his comrades had been doing business in Boulder Town for a long time.

The equipment for making bricks and cement in the Bull and Horse Brick Factory had been imported from Boulder Town in the first place!

Ample Time remembered that he had written the first guide on Boulder Town commerce on the forum.

Among all the goods, the most profitable was undoubtedly psychoid leaves, followed by Blue Umbrella Mushrooms, and so on.

In addition to these high-priced items, there were also some small profits but high-sales varieties.

For example, buying a crate of Nuka Cola and selling it in Boulder Town, players could make a profit of 0.5 chips per bottle.

Although the ordinary locals couldn't afford such drinks, as a substitute for alcoholic beverages, these cheap and momentarily satisfying drinks were quite popular among mercenaries.

Later, the method of mixing Cola with alcohol was brought back to Boulder Town by mercenaries from the taverns in Dawn City, causing the sales of Nuka Cola to peak.

Others might run out of chips, but for the Bull and Horse Squad, such a problem simply didn't exist.

Currently, their account in Boulder Town has a chip reserve of about 100,000.

After Ample Time communicated with Old White and other group members, they quickly reached an agreement on purchasing bionic equipment.

Whether it was useful or not, they would buy a batch to check first.

Even if they couldn’t use them in the end, they would still be able to sell them to other players or donate them to the scientific research team for contribution points.

"... So this is what a 10,000-chip looks like." Dori murmured softly as she looked at the chip with crown patterns on its edges.

Her eyes were filled with amazement, as the event unfolding before her exceeded her understanding.

At first, she thought that the dude she saw was just a bit well-off, generous in his spending, coupled with not being too bright. That was why he spent so much on her. However, she never expected him to quietly produce such a staggering amount, seemingly out of nowhere.

Dori suddenly realized that she couldn't quite understand the person in front of her.

Who exactly was he to be able to casually pull out such a large amount of chips?

Unlike Dori, who was dumbfounded, Gracie's demeanor changed instantly upon seeing the substantial sum. His eyes became heated, and he became much more enthusiastic.

He respectfully counted the chips a couple of times before scanning it twice with a currency verification machine to confirm its authenticity. With a flattering smile, he looked at Ample Time. "Do you need me to help you install them? I can provide surgical services for free."

In Gracie's eyes, the identity of the man in front of him had transformed into that of a mercenary group leader.

After all, ordinary people wouldn't buy so many bionic prosthetics. Only a mercenary group would have such a demand.

And someone capable of casually spending tens of thousands of chips to replace bionic prosthetics for their subordinates was undoubtedly a wealthy client.

"No need, just pack them up for me. I've arranged for someone to come and transport them. You don't need to worry about the rest," Ample Time handed him a business card, "If you come across similar good items, you can find me through the address and contact information on this card."

"Equipment other than bionic prosthetics is also fine, as long as it's weapons, especially those related to the Boulder Arms Industry."

"Absolutely! Hehe." Gracie received the business card with both hands and quickly scanned it. His eyes widened in surprise.

New Alliance Office in Boulder Town?

He's from the Northern Suburbs?!

...

27 pieces of bionic prosthetics were packed into 6 boxes. Although each box wasn't very large, it was not something one person could carry.

Ample Time hired an NPC from the office to move the boxes back to the storage point.

After a busy day, the sky was already dark. Ample Time treated Dori to a meal and then escorted her back to her home.

Standing at the entrance of the apartment, Dori stared at the man in front of her for a long time. A hint of confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes. "... Who are you really?"

Ample Time didn't speak, just took out a chip with a face value of 25 from his pocket, and handed it to her with a smile. "The chip this morning was just a deposit. Thank you for spending the whole day with me."

Just a few hours ago, he had unlocked a new hidden mission, retrieving Boulder Arms Industry equipment not sold to the public from the black market.

The New Alliance needed these pieces of equipment to understand the strength of their neighbor.

Just by looking at the mission description, he knew the significance of this mission was much greater than the others he had triggered earlier.

It seemed that the Boulder Town black market system wasn't incomplete; it required players to actively trigger it.

He never thought that the state of realism of the game world would be higher than he imagined.

Ample Time couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. He thought he had discovered unfinished content by the developers, but it turned out that the developers had already completed everything, including the corresponding missions, professions, and gameplay.

It was just that no one managed to trigger them.

According to the introduction of this hidden mission, the administrator didn't want a large group of players flocking to harass the black market merchant, blocking the import of these questionable equipment.

Therefore, the administrator had specifically granted him the ‘Boulder Town Black Market Supplier’ hidden profession.

This profession had no level setting, did not occupy a profession slot, and could only be triggered through hidden missions. It had the exclusive right to import bionic prosthetics from Boulder Town and sell them in Dawn City.

This harvest was beyond Ample Time's expectations.

Despite the NPC before him not being deserving of his deliberate efforts to boost favorability, as he had done with the administrator, he still found himself expressing gratitude involuntarily.

"...You're welcome." Looking at the green chip in her hand, Dori didn't refuse and quietly pocketed it.

After a while, she spoke softly. "We'll meet again, right?"

"Of course, I have a lot of things I want to ask you." Ample Time smiled.

Although he had thought about convincing her to live in the northern suburbs, he realized having a familiar informant about local conditions wasn't a bad idea.

There was much about Boulder Town that he still needed to explore.

"Mhm... It's a deal then. Take care and see you next time." Dori's face showed a happy smile, her green short hair glowing in the sunset.

"You too, take care."

Having an NPC friend wasn't too bad.

Watching the petite figure disappear at the entrance of the apartment building, Ample Time waved and turned to walk towards the other end of the street.

...

At the same time, in the eastern part of Clearspring City.

The entrance to the subway, covered in moss and vines, abruptly echoed with shocked shouts. Startled, a squirrel perched on a nearby tree lost its balance and tumbled to the ground, squeaking in annoyance.

However, the man didn't pay it any attention, still immersed in his own amazement.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!"

The trees!

The light!

And the wind blowing towards him!

It was so amazing!

Staring blankly at the lush forest in the middle of summer, Lin Shengyu looked around in astonishment.

His expression resembled that of a recently discharged mental patient. The kind who had given up treatment.

As for why he was here, it all started on a sunny afternoon.

Because his boss was out for a meeting and the new research direction hadn't been confirmed yet, he, as a scientific research bricklayer, had nothing to do. So, he searched online for some games, and that was when he learned about the urban legend of Wasteland Online.

Actually, calling it an urban legend wasn't accurate, as quite a few people knew about it. However, due to limited official information or some other reason, there were rarely any reports or public discussions on other platforms.

Out of curiosity, he spent a precious 20 minutes filling out the reservation form seriously.

Nothing happened initially, and he couldn't figure it out even after pondering for half a day. So, he left the matter aside.

However, one day after getting off work from the institute, he found a mysterious package with a helmet in front of his door.

The feelings he had at that time couldn't be described using any words.

Especially when he put on the helmet, seeing that mysterious countdown that could be seen even with closed eyes, it nearly overturned his worldview and understanding.

He was standing in a completely fictional world!

Just as Lin Shengyu marveled at the surroundings, other players around him were also curiously scrutinizing him.

"Is this the lucky guy?"

"Why does he look so silly?"

"Alright, let's go. Curiosity has been satisfied. I need to get up in a little while."

At this time, a player with a rifle in his left hand and a dead monkey in his right hand approached and struck up a conversation with him. "Bro, why are you alone?"

Lin Shengyu frowned. "Alone?"

Irene curiously asked, "Yeah, aren’t there 2 chosen ones in this batch of lucky players?”

Lin Shengyu was bewildered, feeling completely unable to keep up with the conversation. "Chosen one?"

Irene stared at him in confusion for a while. "Don't you usually check out the forum?"

Playing MMORPGs without going to the forum to brag would be like missing out on half the fun. Sometimes, he even wished he could spend 12 hours in the game and another 12 hours bragging on the forum.

"Forum? What era are we in? Who still uses that?" Lin Shengyu said with a wry smile.

Irene scratched his head. "Alright... What's your ID? Let's add each other as friends."

"Gugu Bro"

"Gugu Bro? That's quite unique," Irene said, slightly stunned.