Chapter 203.1: Why Do You Have So Much When We're All Starving?

In the Bull and Horse Club chat group.

Mosquito: Strange, where have all the idiot administrators gone? I didn't see them all day.

Old White: Ample Time and the others went on a mission. I guess they haven't been offline yet. Btw, is it really okay for you to say this in front of me? (Smile)

- Group member Mosquito retracted a message.

Mosquito: WTH! They are still online? Are the characters not tired?

If it wasn't for the fact that the characters in the game also needed to sleep, many people would be online 24 hours a day in the game.

Old White: It seems like they are taking turns to sleep. I just saw Ample Time on the forum.

Tomato Eggs: Speaking of which, have you seen the post that Light posted on the official website? It seems that version 1.0 is about to release the guild system. Should we start a guild?

Mosquito: Is there even a need to ask? Absolutely! Combat Profession players and Life Profession players from the T0 echelon are all in our group. If we join forces, won't we be invincible in the world?! (Big Smile)

Night Ten: I got a question, is the T0 echelon Lifestyle Profession player you are talking about yourself? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mosquito: Yes! Do you have a problem with Goblin Technology? (angry)

Night Ten: I don't. Your technology is so powerful that it terrifies me. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tomato Eggs: (Glance)

Old White: Haha, don't mock Mosquito, some of the gadgets he made are still very strong. If it were me, I might not be able to make them. By the way, Night Ten, why are you offline? Is the mission over?

𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Night Ten: Yes, we're on our way back, and we're taking turns riding bicycles. I was riding the bike earlier, so now, Gale is now carrying me, while I'm leaning against his back to rest. Quit Smoking hasn't mastered the knowledge of logging out yet. He is probably still dawdling online. I just washed my face, and after eating, I'll go online to take over Gale's shift.

Earlier, after Old White rejected the invitation to join them, Night Ten called Quit Smoking over.

The bike produced by Steel Plant 81 had a large frame and was more than enough for two people. So four people could take turns to ride the two bicycles.

Tomato Eggs: By the way, what mission are you doing?

Night Ten: Reconnaissance! Another group of people came to the north of us. There were about 6 trucks. 5 of them had machine guns and steel plates welded on them. Their equipment is obviously better than the group of people we met last night. Most likely, they are troops led directly by the leader of the Bonechewer Clan. They went around the experimental base twice before going up. Right now, they must be furious. I think I heard a few gunshots. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Old White: Haha, the fuel rods and supplies were all taken away by us, and the ones that couldn't be taken away were burned. If it were me, I would be pissed off too!

Mosquito: Don't change the subject. We were just talking about the guild. We have to think of a cool name, right?

Night Ten: Isn't that obvious? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Old White: Yep, there's no need for a question mark at the end of your sentence.☺

The name Bull and Horse Club was about to become an urban legend in Wasteland Online in the gaming community.

It would be too wasteful for the guild to not be called that!

...

"Damn it! So stingy..." In the shelter resident lobby, Chu Guang couldn't help cursing when he saw the reward from the loot boxes.

He didn’t get an exoframe.

He obtained two lollipops, three healing syringes, and an Active Matter Extractor.

Chu Guang didn't understand why the Active Matter Extractor was considered a weapon.

Was it because of its ability to produce Active Matter used to make clones? And clones were considered as consumables classified under weapons?

Wouldn't this categorisation be a bit too far-fetched?!

Chu Guang felt that if the logic could be established, androids should also be considered weapons.

After all, it could be used as a human bomb, cannon fodder on the frontline, and could consume the enemy's physical strength when captured. If that didn't make them a weapon, then what were they?

So...

Can I get one?

"Forget it, one more Active Matter Extractor is not that bad."

When there were only a few dozen players in the past, there was on average less than one death per week. Now that the number of players had increased, and the new underground map was launched, there would be natural downsizing every now and then. In fact, the original Active Matter Extractor has not stopped working since it was turned on, and it has been running at full capacity every day.

Chu Guang did the math. If he ignored the time for refilling and getting raw materials to throw into the extractor, on average, 1 to 3 units of Active matter could be produced per hour.

If he used Slime Mold mutants, the recovery speed would be much slower than that of mammals, and the output per hour would be 0.9 to 1.5 units.

At the same time, factors such as the integrity of the material, moisture content, temperature, degree of decay, and other factors, would have an impact on the amount and speed of recycling.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang made a decision. "The new Active Matter Extractor will be deployed outside level B3."

This also saved the mutants' bodies from having to be cut into pieces, packed, and then sent to the surface for further recycling.

Chu Guang had long regarded Shelter 404 as his home.

Bringing those bloody things home made him feel a little uncomfortable.

...

Level B3, Shelter 404.

Two guards carried a big pitch-black coffin and walked out through the cog-shaped gate.

Outside the gate, there was an underground tunnel not marked on the map, which was connected to the Clearspring City subway network, and extended outward, with no one knowing where it led to.

At present, the progress of the players' mission in the underground tunnel was about 1km to the north and 800 meters to the south. But due to the existence of a hive in the center of Clearspring City, the mission would become more difficult as players pushed near the city center; even though it was still quite far away from the city center.

The construction team at the outpost had built a checkpoint using cement and bricks and sandbags in the tunnel.

There were two guards on duty in the checkpoint, responsible for issuing missions to the shelter residents, but also preventing these residents from bringing some strange things back to the shelter, or attracting some difficult to deal with mutants.

Although there had been no accidents so far, the administrator had deployed a machine gun and 300 rounds of bullets, as well as a simple 12 kilowatt wood powered generator and four searchlights.

In addition, there were two Armour Fist Bazookas in the sentry, which were placed in a locked wooden box, and the key was kept by the captain on duty.

It was like a small bunker in the underground tunnel.

With this, even if players ran into a Tyrant, they would be able to hold on for a minute or two for the gate of the shelter to close.

Carrying the big jet-black coffin-like item into the checkpoint and placing it next to the wood powered generator, the young guard straightened up and wiped off his sweat.

Watching the superior pull out a wire from the generator and connect it to this weird-looking device, he couldn't help but ask curiously. "Sir, what is this box used for?"

Liu Ding, who clapped his hands to remove the dust, glanced at the new recruit, grinned and said. "You wouldn't want to know."

While they were talking, two shelter residents came over with a pitch-black Cruncher.

"We just saw the mission update!"

"Can the body of the Cruncher be recycled?"

Glancing at the subtitles on the VM, Liu Ding followed the administrator's instructions, looked at them solemnly and nodded, "Yes, brave warriors, we will leave this device to you."

With a happy expression, the two players walked forward happily, opened the cover of the Active Matter Extractor skillfully, and threw the corpse inside.

They were no longer newbies.

They could now produce and synthesize their own resurrection coins!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, and staring at the Active Matter Extractor that had started working, Elf Wang couldn't help but ask. "By the way, how many resurrection coins can this thing produce in a day?"

Escaping Mole replied casually. "I heard that one per hour... But the synthesis efficiency of Crunchers is very low, and the specific output is not clear."

"Damn! That's all?"

"Welp, I heard that mammalian synthesis efficiency will be higher."

Elf Wang suddenly thought of something and asked, "Say... How many coins can you get from a living person?"

Escaping Mole glanced at him. "I don't know? Why don't you get in and try it?"

"Are you a devil?"

Liu Ding glanced at the VM, but he didn’t see any subtitles written for him. It seemed as though they weren’t talking to him.

The young guard on the side looked at these warriors with admiration.

When will I be as strong and brave as they are, fighting those terrifying mutants alone...

...