This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 544.2: 5th City?

Spielberg also openly shared everything he had seen in the projection room.

Whether it was Boulder Town’s past, the hundreds of predicted outcomes, or the tens of thousands he never even got to finish viewing.

"... Honestly, it’s not just Mr. Fang Ming, I also thought Boulder Town was beyond saving. But the outcome surprised me. Maybe, like that green-haired girl in one of the endings said, we do have a capacity for correction. We haven’t fully internalized our fate as slaves."

At that point, Spielberg let out a sigh of relief and suddenly burst into laughter, like a child who had just walked out of an exam hall.

After listening to the long tale, Chu Guang truly felt happy for those people who had redeemed themselves. But more than anything, he felt a chill running down his spine.

He had only spoken casually at the time, not realizing he had nearly gotten a kind-hearted girl killed.

If she hadn’t bent down to pick up that hairpin, she wouldn’t have fallen behind. If she hadn’t held herself to such high moral standards, she wouldn’t have stepped forward at that moment.

In truth, the woman she had saved wasn’t even a good person.

Although the outcome turned out fine, if Spielberg’s story was accurate, Elisa had been teetering on a steel wire, with a bottomless abyss on either side.

That was the abyss of human nature.

Without Worker’s Daily, without the Worker’s Union, without Bore’s story, even without something half-decent to serve as a guiding principle, or if the writer in front of them had been a little more capricious, the tragedy might have already unfolded.

Chu Guang couldn’t help but feel a chill running down his spine when he realized what her fate could have been.

The fact that she had survived was a miracle in itself...

Of course, she wasn’t the only miracle.

Had Fang Ming not intervened, Spielberg would have died in prison. To be simultaneously hunted by two god-tier nobles, yet saved by an AI who had rediscovered humanity... It was nothing short of hitting the jackpot in a lottery.

The fact that he was still alive, sitting in front of him peacefully and recounting this story, was in itself the greatest miracle of the Boulder Town Revolution!

"Who is your leader now?" Chu Guang finally asked the question that mattered most to him.

Spielberg shook his head. "There isn’t one... Someone suggested copying Ideal City’s model and forming a council so that we can govern ourselves without a ruler, continuing the tradition of no human lord in Boulder Town. However, we feel that Ideal City’s system isn’t quite right for us, at least not yet."

"You’re right about that." Chu Guang nodded and continued, "That would just be creating a new inner city."

"So, someone proposed that the militia and Worker's Union each elect a representative and rotate the role of city lord... but Joey thought having a militia representative serve as city lord was a bad idea. He believed there were opportunists within his ranks. Right now, we haven’t decided yet. For now, we’ve set up a Crisis Committee and are drafting a constitution before slowly transitioning to a new government."

Spielberg added sheepishly, "They also asked me to check if you... would be willing to take over this mess. We’ve seen your constitution, and what we want is pretty close to what you’re already doing."

The rules of Ideal City were poison to nearly everyone in the wasteland except for Ideal City itself, but the New Alliance’s motto was a perfect fit for the reborn Boulder Town.

They were only 20 to 30 kilometers apart. Drawing lines between them felt unnecessarily divisive.

Yet the mess left behind by the inner city residents was enormous. They were basically beggars, ashamed to even ask to move in under the same roof.

Seeing Spielberg’s nervous expression, Chu Guang felt a tangle of emotions. He had originally just wanted to poach a few people, not bring down the whole wall.

Still... He certainly wouldn’t abandon them now.

There wasn’t a need to mention 500,000 people. Even if they had 5,000,000 people, as long as they embraced embracing progressive ideals and wouldn’t rush in to wreck the community he and the players had built, they were comrades working towards the same goal.

As for why... There was only one reason he could accept them. The New Alliance was not an empire. It was the alliance that was built for the rebirth of human civilization, a coalition of all survivors.

He never forgotten what he said back then. The New Alliance was a place all survivors could gather around to find warmth.

“Welcome to the New Alliance.” Chu Guang smiled at Spielberg. "We welcome you to the New Alliance family. You’ve already broken from the past, and we’re glad to have another comrade to end the Wasteland Era."

Spielberg looked at him in delighted surprise. "You’re going to agree?"

Chu Guang nodded. "But we won’t let you join immediately. You’re a settlement of 500,000 people. We need a stable transition period, and we hope you understand."

Spielberg nodded quickly. "I understand! I’m not the only one either, others will understand too. If we opened the great wall now, Clearspring City would be flooded with marauders."

"Not just them," Chu Guang added, "There’s also the Tide that will arrive next year. We need Boulder Town’s fortress to help shoulder some of the burden. Who’s the representative for the Worker's Union?"

"Lorette," Spielberg answered immediately. "We all agree his speech in the broadcast room played an irreplaceable role. It rallied more than half the workers and stopped more than half the violence."

Lorette?

Chu Guang paused, his expression turning strange. "Isn’t he a carpenter?"

Spielberg widened his eyes in surprise. "You know him?"

"No... It's nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

History was always a convergence of countless coincidences into inevitability.

After a moment’s pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said, "I'll give you a copy of our laws. You can consult everyone and make some amendments. Also, I’ll send some specialists to help. Some are from the House of Refugees, some are experts from the shelter... They can help you deal with practical problems."

"Thank you so much!" Spielberg scratched the back of his head awkwardly and added, "Right, we still have to elect someone to take the lead. That’s something we all agreed on. Maybe... You could decide for us?"

"You should decide that yourselves. The New Alliance only handles high-level planning, ensuring our laws are properly implemented across all settlements and maintaining their military security..."

Seeing the panicky Spielberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued, "Actually, you don’t need to consult me. So far, you’ve done very well. You’re fully capable of completing the last step, electing a new city lord yourselves."

"Of course, if the new city lord fails in their duties, or betrays our ideals, I’ll have no hesitation in removing them."

If a group of slaves had won the battle because of a violent upheaval, Chu Guang would never give them the power to determine their own fate. In the end, it would just turn into another game of power, and he wouldn't even allow them to join the New Alliance in the first place.

For people like that, following behind the New Alliance as vassals, like the Lion Kingdom or the Honey Badger Kingdom was their destiny.

They could wake up from their bad governance once they figured it out.

But the survivors of Boulder Town were still salvageable. They had redeemed themselves, by shutting down the cannibalistic casino on their initiative.

Miracles like that were rare, but since it happened, it should be allowed to continue.

The original residents of Boulder Town said there was no living city lord. As such, their wishes should be respected.

Spielberg was a bit disappointed, but also felt that what Chu Guang said made sense. It could also help calm some internal voices that still distrusted the New Alliance, after all, the Worker's Union would rather elect one of their own than have the New Alliance choose a new overlord for them.

To think the New Alliance didn’t even care who among them stepped forward as a representative... They never had any intention of playing lord over them.

Spielberg felt a weight lift off his chest. "That said... We hope you can take over the militia and their equipment stockpile as soon as possible. Joey’s a good man, but at a moment like this, good intentions aren’t enough."

Chu Guang nodded. "No problem. I’ll deploy the First Corps and the Burning Corps to maintain order and help reorganize Boulder Town’s militia. From now on, their salaries will be paid by the New Alliance’s logistics department."

Silver coins were already circulating in and out of Boulder Town. A good portion of the Burning Corps had also made their way inside. The job wouldn't be too difficult.

Spielberg nodded in acknowledgment. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

There was only one question left on his mind. "The city lord... I mean, Mr. Fang Ming, is he really gone?"

He remembered Fang Ming once told him he would spend his final days on the northern shores of Linghu Lake.

The Boulder Grand Building had collapsed earlier that morning. There was no doubt he was gone.

Seeing the sorrow in Spielberg’s eyes, Chu Guang pondered for a moment before speaking slowly, "My assistant told me that when he left, he had no regrets. He was glad that you all found a conclusion he had never predicted."

"If you don’t want to disappoint him, then carry his memory forward. Walk into the new era!" Chu Guang finished.