This Game Is Too Real

Outside the south gate.

Twenty yaks were being herded by nine well-equipped gunmen, and they stopped fifty meters from the south gate.

Without mutual trust, this was a safe distance for both parties.

There were quite a few players nearby, some chopping trees, others transporting stones. They all stopped their work and watched from a safe distance, whispering among themselves.

"Do you see that person’s arm, is it a prosthetic?"

"That’s not a prosthetic, that’s a mechanical prosthesis!"

"Damn, is there any difference?"

"The difference is... it’s more cyberpunk. And look at the guy second from the left, his entire eye is mechanical! I bet it’s not just a mechanical prosthesis, they definitely have implanted plugins or bionic organs!"

"Did you see their guns? Those scorpion-shaped barrels are so cool!"

"Woah, when can I afford such a cool weapon."