By the logic of most games, you just piled the most expensive gear onto yourself. But Wasteland OL was a completely different story.
Whether it was equipment, levels, or the players' own experience, they were only some of the factors that decided victory or defeat, not all of them.
The overly realistic collision volumes and physics system often filled combat with uncertainty.
Just like rolling dice.
An experienced warrior had a higher chance of rolling a high number, but one tiny mistake or momentary hesitation could make the dice roll again.
If he could reload a save, Ye Wei swore he would never have spent a million silver coins on an iron coffin like some sucker.
Although the OD-10 "Dragoon" was equipment for orbital airborne troops, its lightweight design was only relative to the T-10 "Champion." It was meant to be dropped into cities to work with armored units and lighter infantry in street fighting, so its armor was still fairly thick.
If he really wanted to parkour between skyscrapers over and over, he needed a more maneuverable, even lighter "special operations model."
It would be even better with optical camouflage and chemical thrusters.
"Cough—!"
In the pitch-black tunnel.
Abruptly waking from unconsciousness, Ye Shi, lying atop the elevator car, convulsed like a corpse coming back to life and coughed as he sat up from the dented metal shell.
"Fuck, I finally made it up!"
Yellow exclamation marks flashed across his tactical visor, but thankfully, the power components and mechanical structure had not been damaged.
After moving his limbs and confirming that the motors in every joint of the armor were functioning normally, Ye Shi finally let out a breath of relief and swiftly climbed to his feet.
If the power armor's cushioning lining had not absorbed part of the