I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

After receiving the good news, Sun Yang immediately asked the Oasis Research Department, which had already died of overwork, to add this matter to the subsequent research list.

Sun Yang has repeatedly stated that there is no rush to research these technologies and that they can take their time, so the morale at the Oasis base is still relatively high.

Fortunately, the intelligent entities responsible for making and researching bigger and better weapons welcomed Sun Yang to bring them new machinery and wreckage. For them, there was nothing more interesting than disassembling and analyzing more novel technologies.

After all, most AIs don't have the ability to think outside the box; they focus solely on their work. This is unlike highly intelligent humanoids and humans, who may have flashes of inspiration, but certainly can't match the focus and willpower of AIs when it comes to work.

After Sun Yang took away all the scraps worth picking up from the wreckage and the launch silo base, he followed the postman team up the stairs.

During their journey, the Postal Team had EDE unlock other devices. After rebooting the main unit, the door to the other bunker was finally opened. A few surviving Iron Guards were patrolling nearby. The Postal Team looked for an opportunity to blast their heads off, then quickly assaulted them until they were incapacitated.

The eyeball robots controlled by EDE and Sun Yang immediately stepped forward to take the programs of these Iron Guards offline, and finally handed them over to Sun Yang for recycling.

The final section of the passage led upward, and the postal team trudged along its crooked path. It wasn't a long path, but there were still a large number of red-skinned ghoul corpses on both sides. It seemed they weren't arriving here for the first time, but rather arrived in multiple batches, impacting at different times.

I don't know if these zombies still have their intelligence or not. You can't aim and fire a bazooka accurately while going crazy.

The postman pushed open the door. It was already noon. It had taken them all morning to reach the base. As soon as they were outside, a rustling sound suddenly came from the eyeball robot.

"...I received your signal. It's weak, but at least it's there. You're here, that's good. You might be curious, maybe. Just like the sound of NCR, without passion, without strength, and sickly."

The hoarse and deep voice that belonged only to Ulysses came out from the eyeball robot.

213 Communication with Ulysses

"Your heroic deeds have long been spread throughout Mojave. You gave strength to the two-headed bear, and gave these hypocritical villains, Kimball and Crocker, the strength to continue to survive. Now... let's see that power, that 'belief', postman." Ulysses' words came out of this EDE.

[Reverse positioning successful.] Ariana reported.

Did he successfully open the box already? That's right, even Ulysses couldn't master this strange technology. Reverse positioning is unthinkable in the Fallout world. Sun Yang didn't say anything, but silently glanced at the other party's location.

It was far, incredibly far, and they would have to overcome countless obstacles. Sun Yang planned to wait and see, letting the postman team finish their conversation with Ulysses before taking action.

"Hmm... Before we officially start this conversation, I have a few questions for you. Did you give up on delivering the platinum chips and ask me to take over?" the postman asked.

"Yes. I expected the Mojave Desert to devour you, but you are stronger than the Mojave." Ulysses said it readily.

"Ulysses, that's your name now, right? It was you who trained the White Legs Tribe and ordered them to hunt down my tribe?" Joshua stood up from behind. He also had questions to ask the man.

"Governor Malpas? Or should I call you Joshua Graham? Yes, it was me who trained the White Legs tribe, taught them to use modern tactics and weapons, and found the secret Spanish arsenal to arm them. It was Caesar who gave the orders, and I was carrying out his will at the time. If you want to seek revenge from me, I can understand." Ulysses remained calm.

"We'll talk about revenge later. Let's settle your issue with the postman first, then discuss mine." Joshua clenched his fists several times, then unclenched them. He wasn't completely quelling his rage towards Ulysses, as he claimed, but his strong willpower kept that rage from escalating.

"Thank you, Joshua. Then Ulysses, you'd better tell me who you are and state your intentions." The postman faced EDE and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm a Postman, Postman Number Six... I used to be Postman Number Six. Just like you—and not like you, you use it as your name, and I use it as my identity. We're not alike, but we overlap in some ways. In every way."

"It took me too long to find you - now, it's your turn to come to me. I thought that chip would bring about your end, but no... you are still very lucky. Storms, bullets... sand and wind, you are still alive, but only for now." Ulysses gave his response.

"I don't think we ever talked, but I found the tape Christine left in the Great Mountains, otherwise I really wouldn't remember your voice," said the postman.

She had always wondered why Ulysses had set this trap, why he had done this. They had never met, not even a memory of each other, so what had driven him to do this?

For money, for fame? It didn't make sense from any point of view. If it was just for fun and excitement, then he was the most perverted and crazy guy in the entire Mojave, and the postman was the unlucky guy who was targeted by this weird thing.

"Words aren't the only way postmen communicate; sometimes it's the paths we walk. But, yes... until now, we've never spoken."

"You might not recognize my voice, but we've walked the same path. From Highway 15 to Primm, that's not the only path you've taken."

"I have been to your home, the place you often return to... Maybe not the place where you were born, but the place where your real life began, in a sense."

"People forget that postmen keep communities going... until the day they die and their breath catches in their throat."

The former Postman No. 6—not his real name, but Ulysses by profession—gave his own words.

"Wait, damn, you went to my house? No, no, no, you mean NCR, right? I started working as a mailman in a town near my home." The mailman rubbed his brow, but Ulysses didn't respond. "So, you're the one who sent the signal to my Pip-Boy? Ulysses?"

"It's me, and that's not my real name, although it's close," Ulysses said.

"Yes, your name is difficult to pronounce. I can hardly pronounce it correctly. Ulysses, thank goodness you don't have any jokes or dark history left behind, otherwise I would definitely laugh at you right now. Imagine how furious and embarrassed you must be."

Joshua, Ulysses' former boss, was not so polite and made a direct complaint.

"This name comes from history. I found it in a book. It is a name from the Old World." Ulysses was not affected by Joshua's words. He continued to explain his words to the postman.

"Ulysses lived long ago, long before the old world set itself on fire and dug its own grave. He truly did something great, a deed that will live on in history, but it has not become a myth."

“In that era, the world he lived in was divided into two flags, and he had to fight to unite the two, to combine them into one flag.”

Ulysses explains the origin of his chosen name.

“Why was that name chosen…” The postman hadn’t heard the story.

"Because 'Ulysses' is not a fictional character. The one who combined the two flags was Ulysses S. Grant, the U.S. Army General who ended the Civil War. Postman, he was explaining American history. Ulysses, you should respect history, not legend." Joshua, who had read books, retorted on behalf of the postman.

Joshua had read books on history, so he immediately realized what story Ulysses was telling.

"History, yes. Ulysses walked a difficult and arduous path, a general like Caesar and General Oliver. He was as tenacious as a Brahman bull and always gave courage and strength to his soldiers on the battlefield."

"He led his side to victory, brought the banners together. And then he fell, sickness defeated him in the very moment of victory. So much for the history lesson, and that's the lesson, if history lessons are to be believed, that's the lesson you should heed."

Ulysses frankly explained more information to the postman.

"America? Combined into one? You gave yourself such a name. Do you want to be the general who ended the American Civil War?" The postman murmured to himself in confusion. "Did you choose this name because of 'Two Flags'? Does this have something to do with the war on the Mojave?" The postman pressed on.

"War, that's what it's called, and we're involved in it. Ulysses is not suitable for the flag he once followed, he doesn't fit in there, remember that. If you always follow an idea, ask yourself what it means, and more importantly, think about what will happen after that idea is realized." Ulysses said in a roundabout way.

"Yeah, you don't fit in there. You realized that Caesar's words were not absolute, and you questioned them, so you left..." Joshua's words well supplemented some blind spots in the postman's cognition.

"I just helped NCR. To be honest, NCR is more reliable than the Legion and House. But its reliability is limited. I am also a little dissatisfied with NCR. Hey... Never mind, I don't know you well enough. After we have a good talk, maybe you won't have such a dull attitude anymore." The postman said optimistically.

"Maybe." Ulysses' tone revealed full of disbelief.

"Oh, by the way, to be on the safe side, I came here. To be more precise, you asked me to come here to discuss something. If you plan to kill me, can you wait until I get the chip first?" the postman quickly added.

Although she already knew that the chip was in Sun Yang's hands, others didn't know yet. Ulysses should be aware of the importance of the platinum chip.

"No, I can't kill you. You have a powerful team, a team capable of destroying and razing the Mojave. I know you and Cas slaughtered the Van Graff family and the Crimson Caravan. You also have Governor Malpas and a robot of unknown origin. Now, you've brought someone who masters the technology of the Great Mountain Range. How can I kill you? Of course, I also don't think you can kill me."

"Let this land kill for you. This is one of the things you taught me. Killing is a personal act, as are oaths and promises. However, the latter is more important to me than the former." Ulysses continued indifferently.

Although Ulysses' tone was calm and indifferent, the postman always felt that his tone was a little hollow when he said that he could not kill him.

"What the hell? When did I teach you that? Are you saying that the package I delivered caused the Great Divide to explode? Also, you swear you won't take my life? Why?" The postman was sweating.

No way, it couldn't really be because I delivered the package? But is there really something inside that can activate a nuclear bomb? With my level of knowledge, I can't tell if it's a trigger device.

The postman's heart was pounding wildly. Even though Postman No. 6 was a ruthless killer, she felt a little upset when she thought that it was her fault that the Great Divide became such a terrible state.

After all, she was born and raised in NCR. If she blew up this important place due to her negligence, causing NCR to have difficulty in supplying Mojave, then even a courier would feel some moral guilt.

"You have no knowledge of this history. The last package you delivered activated the nuclear arsenal here, and centuries of lack of maintenance prevented the silos and thrusters from successfully releasing the missiles they were supposed to launch. The imploding nuclear bombs destroyed the area, and the flames of death descended, tearing everything apart. Then, the Great Divide was what you see now."

"If a postman killed another postman, how crazy would the world be? You have a long journey ahead of you - save your energy and don't waste it on unnecessary words," Ulysses responded.

"This is a rule given by Caesar. His scouts often disguise themselves as postmen and gather intelligence throughout the Mojave region. No one knows whether the postman they kill is also a scout of Caesar's Legion. Ulysses, his experience in the Legion is indelible, and he still inherits some of the Legion's traditions." Joshua added.

"Okay, I roughly know. I want to ask about some recent events." The postman sorted out some clues.

"Okay, postman, if it's important to you." Ulysses didn't mind chatting with the postman.

"So, this platinum chip was originally supposed to be delivered by you?" The postman asked the question that he cared about most and was the core of his problem.

"No, it wasn't mine to send, never was. I refused and recommended it to you, and you accepted, so it was just a burden to you. It could have dragged you down, enough for Death to catch up with you...but you survived." Ulysses denied this.

"That package means death, and that chip means a lot to the ghosts of the old world... However, I think you are more dangerous than the chip itself. Perhaps you have found each other, and then the fragments of the old world will speak to you, waiting for you to use it to awaken something else." Ulysses added.

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean. You just think I'm awesome. If I join forces with that guy House, I can help him find something like the pre-war robot factory and help him upgrade his robot weapons." The postman had a lot of ideas.

"After that, the upgraded robots and factories occupied the entire Mojave, and slowly, with my efforts, House would control the entire United States. Then the whole United States would be doomed, right? What an interesting speculation. No more nonsense, so you gave up this chip just to let me die?" the postman continued to ask.

"We will all die, but we don't know when. You are good at avoiding death, so you can still live for now. That chip will drag you down... The shadow will catch up with you, and death will walk with you. With this burden, even if I don't pull the trigger at you, death will slowly catch up with you." Ulysses responded.

"Okay, okay, then where is the finish line of this journey with a fixed end? I can't run aimlessly," asked the postman.

"At the end of this road, there are you and me. First, you have to find your own way, and I will wait for you at the end." Ulysses said.

"So I have to find the way myself. You are so willing to be lazy, but your mouth is never idle. As an aside, you come from a tribe and you know a lot about high technology. Did you succeed in your training in the mountains?" The postman complained.

"They are all machines, simple. Radios, old-world technology repurposed by others, historians, couriers, they all carry messages. Traces of the past, a patchwork of history. When I see them, I have already stepped into the Great Divide. These eyebots maintain the other machines, and this one...sealed in the Dawn silo, a symbol of America's awakening."

"It will follow you and obey you. Take it with you until we see each other, and when we meet, there will be no need for it to convey my words." Ulysses gave an explanation of America.

"Okay, then tell me about this place one last time. You know it better than I do. I see you like chatting." The postman was also happy to chat with this mysterious guy.

"The Great Divide, the former Great Divide. This place is just the tip of the iceberg. The army of the old world stationed here makes me still feel their arrogance and fear. The hope of the old world is hidden within the walls and sheltered in the storm. But now, in addition to the ghosts, there are some new residents here." Ulysses also talked about this.

"And in the Great Divide, sleeping are the giants of America, all sleeping beneath the ground. You saw a locked silo down there, more than one in fact. It would only take a few of them, the ones locked underground, to tear the earth apart... and then raise dust, gravel... dust in the sky above. Even now, living here still requires a vigilant look, keeping an eye on the streets below. This is the way of life in the Great Divide now - under a threat far more powerful than the storm, for those new residents." said Ulysses.

"New residents? You mean those red-skinned zombies? They look like they're from both NCR and the Legion." The postman touched her helmet. She didn't want to take it off in this terrible place, as she felt it would expose her to a lot of radiation.

"Most of these new residents are not locals. They come with duties and purposes, and they are all ready to kill each other. But the Great Divide is stronger than them all, and it has left its mark on them. The radiation has given them a new mark, not a bear, not a bull. Now, they are all equal in the face of history." Ulysses recounted their origins.

"Why don't you tell me in detail how they got here? These are NCR special forces and Caesar's Legion's elite scouts." The postman continued to ask.

"Once, they came to the Great Divide... At that time, the nuclear bombs were dormant in the Great Divide. Both the NCR and the Legion wanted to seize this place. The NCR wanted the supply lines and the pre-war technology here, while the Legion wanted to blow it up and weaken NCR's supply capabilities."

"The Great Divide taught them a lesson about the wrath of the old world. Leaving their bodies intact is a mercy. Humph, they dared to trespass through the Great Divide. This is what they deserve."

"Since then, the Bear and the Bull, the NCR, the Legion, they've all come here. Those who have come, and those who will come, have walked directly into the invisible flames, into the biting cold winds, and into the crumbling earth beneath their feet. Though they once carried different banners, they now hate the others equally: your team and me, and anyone else who has crossed here."

"So these people have red skin?" the postman interjected.

"Just as the fire here burned them from the inside out, the wind of the Great Divide peeled off their skin. Exposing their inner selves... screaming... to the sky. Just as the Great Divide tore them apart, they also tore each other apart, just for fun, like the scratches of some tribes, they fell back into the past history. No matter what they suffered, the radiation of the Great Divide, the fire, sustained them and made them stronger." Ulysses gave a detailed answer.

"So it's the radiation that allows them to survive in this harsh environment. The storms here can kill any creature. And after they become zombies, the radiation will strengthen them and heal their wounds." The postman understood with his limited knowledge.

"You're partly right. I've seen their tactics and movements. Those wounds will heal after the battle, otherwise they won't survive. The wind from the Great Divide has torn their skin. Perhaps radiation is the only thing that keeps them able to walk." Ulysses confirmed the postman's answer.

"Well, I think we've talked enough. You took so much trouble to lure me here and told me so much about local things in detail, so why not get down to business." The postman breathed a sigh of relief, her mouth a little dry.

"America sleeps before you, Postman, its nightmares filled with earthquakes and storms. You must find your own path. This means awakening the American spear from its slumber. As for the method - nuclear warheads can cause landslides, but nuclear warheads can also open up roads again."

"You are very capable. The eyeball robot next to you can help you find the nuclear warheads that need to be destroyed... as well as their activation devices and detonators. The way forward is just below, and the tools are also there. The rest is up to you." Ulysses pointed out a path.

"You think this is the sleeping America? Then in your heart, perhaps I can indeed be called a sinner. Ulysses, you are really intoxicated by your American dream. Very good, I will find the detonator and then come to you." The postman agreed readily.

"The Great Divide will show you the greatest malice, which may completely crush you. Time will ultimately prove who is stronger. The road ahead will be increasingly difficult and treacherous. Postman, I have left signs for you and used colors to guide the route. As long as you are smart enough, you can read those signs."

"They will take you home again, to its end - perhaps they will make you remember why you wandered." Ulysses left this sentence and disconnected the communication.

"Wandering? My hometown is in a village on the west coast, not here. Why did Ulysses say this is my home? I didn't give birth to a child here. Do we have different understandings of home?" The postman said a little confusedly.

But no matter what, the postman team, who had been talking for a long time, could no longer wait. The team members around him were already impatient, so the postman had no choice but to lead everyone on.

The postman could only set off on her journey with a lot of questions and a swollen head. She had heard so much that her brain was unable to process it all.

214 Dawn Town Melee

After emerging from the silo, the postal team officially encountered this desolate wasteland. Before them lay a mountain of collapsed skyscrapers, tens, hundreds of tons of construction debris piled haphazardly in front of them. The exposed steel bars were broken, their tips stained with rust.

After emerging from the silo and looking down, one could barely make out a shattered road. The tunnel at the end of the road had collapsed, and it seemed that unless the loose rock in the mountain wall nearby was cleared away, the road would never be able to be opened again.

Both sides of the road were littered with dilapidated and damaged military trucks and cars. A car even crashed into a nearby bungalow. The supplies transported by these vehicles had long been looted.

Next to the abandoned bungalow, there was not only a car with its front end flattened by a collision, but also a large bullet with a red tip lying there.

"Am I dazzled?" the postman rubbed his eyes. "That thing, why does it look like a nuclear warhead? I've never seen anything like it. Has anyone seen it in a pre-war magazine?"

"That's a tactical nuclear bomb, a nuclear warhead with a power limited to one city block... How can this thing be left lying around in such a ghost place? This is not Dawn Town or Hope Town. I think it's more appropriate to call it Nuclear Bomb Town. What's the mentality of the people living here?" Joshua glanced at the Geiger counter on his protective suit, which had already started to ring.

"Perhaps Ulysses didn't know this before. Perhaps Ulysses felt that only by mastering these old-world nuclear bombs could he challenge forces like NCR, Caesar's Legion, and House, and truly revive the pre-war America. But what exactly is the America in his mind? Should the pre-war America be the New Vegas that rivals House? Joshua, don't you find that strange?" The postman went down cautiously, trying to stay as far away from the dangerous tactical nuclear bomb as possible.

"We've discussed this before. It's not the complete picture of pre-war America. It only shows the tip of the iceberg. To be more precise, it only shows the prosperity and decadence of the American upper class."

"House is a complete elitist, but America was not built by them. It was built by hundreds of millions of ordinary people on this land. Can you imagine House working in the fields under the scorching sun, carrying bags of cement to lay the foundation?"

"He can boast about his knowledge of pre-war America, but ultimately, he's only interpreting the past from his own perspective. Isn't his view one-sided? I'm not sure Ulysses ever talked to the ghouls who survived the war."

"Only after coming into contact with ghouls of all classes did Ulysses gain a vague impression of the old world of two hundred years ago. However, perhaps it was precisely because of his contact with all kinds of pre-war people and objects that he refused to cooperate with House."

Joshua shook his head. As a man who had been through a lot, he had considerable experience and knowledge, which he had a thorough understanding of due to his extensive reading in childhood.

Just as the intelligent postman and Joshua were discussing, Sun Yang immediately showed an ecstatic expression and ran towards the tactical nuclear bomb.

"Hey, boss! Don't come near! You'll get radiation sickness!" the postman roared. Sun Yang didn't feel anything special when he approached. Although it hadn't been mentioned for a long time, the physical fitness of the undead was far superior to that of humans.

Not to mention Sun Yang's strategy based on the original game's point allocation strategy, which adds a lot of adaptability points. In the original game, adaptability is used to enhance the value of rolling invincibility frames, potion drinking speed, poison resistance, and other special effect resistance.