I Was Picking up Trash in the Wasteland, and Players Called Me Boss.

[The fourth natural disaster + wasteland + disguised NPC + wits + group portrait] In the 217th year of the Ash Calendar, the Ash Plains Wasteland. Chi Jin has lived for ten years relying on "distortion recognition" - he can hear the fears, lies and trump cards in the radial pulse frequency. Until he met a group of weirdos with "wrong spokes": they were not afraid of landmines when walking, they were called "offline" when they died, and they called the wasteland a dungeon. They thought it was a holographic game. Chi Jin spent three days figuring out a non-existent identity - Mr. Jin. Cool green font, E numbered tasks. The first task was released and the guild channel exploded. No one asked how this NPC knew the coordinates that were not marked on the map. Information is worth more than bullets. He is holding the most valuable item in Jinyuan—— You are not here to play games. You are the game itself. Also known as "Emberfield: Reverberations of Civilization"