I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Okay. I roughly understand. Anyway, this Appalachian Valley is a very important place, but the commander doesn't know? So what is the commander's opinion?" M4 asked.

"Once things in the Mojave are almost resolved, our people will prepare to head to the East Coast. Although I am quite confused by the East Coast environment depicted in Fallout 4, it is undeniable that compared to the well-established NCR West Coast, even though the East Coast has a large number of armed forces, it is still in a state of warlord separatism." Sun Yang moved his shoulders.

"Before going to the East Coast, I need to go back to the Dark Souls world. According to the theory researched by Pascal, the traces of my activities in the 'subspace' are gradually becoming less conspicuous. I need to go back to Rumi. I haven't been in contact there for too long, and I am quite concerned." Sun Yang explained.

"Then what should we do? Go back to the main world and wait?" The AR team asked about the next plan.

"No, that's not necessary. The humanoid team will gather at my place after the mission. You need to expedition to the Capital Wasteland to see what's going on there. I don't know much about the Capital Wasteland, but I at least know that the Brotherhood of Steel entrenched there will expedition to Boston, Massachusetts in 2287." Sun Yang decided to hand over these tasks to the humanoids under his command.

During the battle, Sun Yang gradually realized the problem. His combat effectiveness was limited to a little armor, and he could only bully the Mark I robots with little firepower. Whenever he went out without a humanoid and encountered a Ranger armed with anti-material weapons, he would inevitably be shot in the head and killed.

Although you can obtain souls by killing people in other worlds, in the several worlds currently active...there are no living people in the world of The Last of Us, only zombies and animals.

The Advanced Warfare world was indeed full of people and fierce fighting, but the firepower there was also plentiful. A humanoid could go in and fight the soldiers in power suits, and if Sun Yang went in to stealthily absorb souls, he'd definitely be taken down by the chaotic weaponry—the firepower density in Advanced Warfare was far greater than in the Fallout world.

As for the current radiation, there are no living things, few living people and many animals, and there is no place to absorb souls in large quantities.

I can't rely on teleporters to open blind boxes anymore, right? What if I get a Warhammer 40? Someone like me, with lots of souls but no defenses, will be decimated by the Four Gods in no time.

After much deliberation, I decided to return to Dark Souls, my hometown, to farm souls. I'd really go after bosses and monsters to get gold. Enemies with strong souls that don't throw a bunch of rockets are my favorite.

"It's decided. There shouldn't be any other enemies in New Vegas. Although the postman looks awesome, she's actually quite reliable. At least her fighting ability and her talking skills are reliable. Once she kills all the puppets we sent out, we'll start preparing to evacuate." After Sun Yang finished speaking, he began to plan silently in his mind.

The Great Mountain Thought Body here can assist the Oasis' scientific research and provide additional insights. By spreading this cultivation technology, NCR's agricultural productivity will increase significantly. I'll then find some raw materials to exchange for these finished crops.

Although Sun Yang had considered using high-tech planting technology to force everyone here to become employees, that was obviously not feasible.

There aren't many people doing this in the End of America world, so even a few hundred people can only do a little bit of work. But NCR should just send its own troops to continuously attack Sun Yang's production base.

There's a difference between working for yourself and only getting half the rewards for working for someone else. More importantly, the thought of managing the food, shelter, and sanitation of hundreds of thousands of people, while also negotiating the specific details with the complex web of NCR factions, gave Sun Yang a headache. He just wanted to be hands-off. His favorite games were the ones where he could just complete infrastructure construction and then have resources automatically generated without causing any trouble.

In reality, it's not that easy. He'd have to deal with hundreds of issues every day, which would be incredibly troublesome. Care? Seriously! I need to rest. I need to go out and fight and show off!

It's better to just acquire them honestly. Improve their basic productivity, and then think about other things... Sun Yang is also doing this to develop and plan for the future.

Sun Yang was planning to return to the Girls Frontline world later, but if he went back, it would not be enough to rely on the Skeleton Battalion T-dolls that had been iterated dozens of times, the heavily expanded Heavy Armored T-dolls, and a dozen or so mechanized troops controlled by Iron Blood.

He needed local support there, and the materials used to support him were produced from various worlds. These products would be uniformly allocated by Sun Yang to the Girls Frontline world to lay a solid foundation for him.

So no matter what, it would be better for these worlds to develop stably, at least to have a stable production environment. Sun Yang did not intend to expand his base too much, as that would definitely be too much to manage.

Anyone who has played Hearts of Iron 4 knows that sometimes the game experience is better when you liberate countries and release puppets.

Rather than dealing with the possible future appearance of postmen and NCR guerrillas led by Ulysses, it is better to do business well and buy and sell well.

Forcibly changing someone else's political system? Sun Yang doesn't have that ability. He only knows how to use force, but using force is not enough to build a country.

234 Fallout: New Vegas

Following the established plot, the Postal Squad systematically defeated the newly emerged Enclave forces in the Mojave. The puppets left behind by the humanoids added a rich and colorful touch to the play.

The reputation of the Postman Squad No. 6 quickly grew. After the Postman led the team into New Vegas and blew up the puppets entrenched there with a bazooka, she earned the title of the Goddess of Victory.

At the same time, news of the massacre of the Ettin tycoons spread across NCR territory. The Enclave soldiers, who had been hiding, launched a desperate attack, killing and wounding these wealthy individuals in large numbers.

These high-tech enemies fought for a long time with the elite soldiers in NCR. These private soldiers hired at huge costs were somewhat effective - at least their heavy non-powered power armor could withstand the weapons in the hands of these self-proclaimed Enclave soldiers.

The veterans who had experienced the war were very skeptical about whether these guys who suddenly appeared were Enclave soldiers. But since they insisted that they were Enclave soldiers, it was useless to say anything.

The above is the report from NCR. The Postal Squad has been busy since the operation began, engaging in intense performances with a few humanoid teams, even pretending to rush into the Great Divide and then emerge from the other side.

In fact, when the postman emerged from the Great Divide, Sun Yang had the Great Mountain Range fix the weather control system. However, the effect of this system's deployment was not very good. The dancing dust from the Great Divide sky crashed directly into the canyon, evenly covering the entire canyon.

The research figures and minds stationed in the mountains frantically adjusted parameters, causing rain and hail to fall across the canyon. Clouds remained for the first two hours, but after the last two, the sun blazed down. Finally, they safely shut down the weather control system.

This machine isn't as magical as its name suggests. It essentially controls airflow to concentrate and disperse moisture, allowing for quick adjustments to the surrounding environment. While the effects aren't dramatic, it's sufficient for agricultural applications.

No one could explain this strange phenomenon, and everyone could only believe that the intrepid Mailman team had returned to the Great Divide, entered, and blew up the Enclave base, which contained pre-war American technology. It was normal for some strange experimental facilities to malfunction after the explosion, and some strange weather conditions to occur.

The postman gradually got used to having to brag wildly wherever he went. After all, it was not impossible that the Great Divide was secretly taken over by the Enclave after it was abandoned.

She claimed that she had cleaned up the remaining Enclave troops inside, but the place had exploded once before and exploded again this time, so there was nothing left inside.

After all, even if there were any surviving Enclave remnants, they would not jump out and say anything at this time.

In the NCR, killing the Enclave is the equivalent of political correctness. If you dare to mention this name, you will be beaten like the eighteen princes fighting against Dong Zhuo. The Enclave is the Dong Zhuo who gets beaten.

The people in the NCR actually believed the postman's words. At this time, no one would be so idle as to follow the postman to the Great Divide. Anyone who lived nearby knew what was going on inside.

During this time, Sun Yang slowly arranged for people to cause trouble for NCR. While assigning people to the Postman to improve her record, he also led his own team to beat up those he disliked.

In this way, the Postman Squad can be seen everywhere in NCR, charging and attacking fiercely, and wherever they go, there are people supporting them. However, Sun Yang's troops are outstanding in that they are invisible and can beat people wherever they go.

The postman was chasing closely, but Sun Yang was also running fast. Every time, Sun Yang would finish a job in about ten minutes, and then the postman would still be dealing with Sun Yang's puppets more than ten kilometers away. No one would say the postman was slacking off; Sun Yang's actions relied on the transmission beacon, and it would be a miracle if the postman could touch it.

The Postman and Sun Yang continued this two-person show for about two weeks, and the NCR was almost overwhelmed. The enemy's guerrillas were too powerful, even more powerful than the roaming Deathclaws.

Soon, however, the NCR no longer had to bear the brunt of the pressure. Sun Yang had already killed countless people, including almost all the major farmers. The top brass in the NCR were also worried about their own safety, and they didn't dare to go out recklessly, fearing that they would be shot by the Enclave's assassins.

When almost all those who needed to be killed were dead and NCR was on the verge of death after being beaten by Sun Yang, the postman finally caught up with the Enclave's last ditch resistance.

Although they could be touched because the battle was over, the public announcement was that the Enclave's technology had run out of energy. These Enclave soldiers had completely lost their supplies and were no longer able to maneuver.

The postman team, like a divine army sent from heaven, breathlessly caught up with the puppets that had been cut off from supplies. In the presence of the Rangers and NCR soldiers who came to help, they gathered together all the things that Sun Yang had placed here and destroyed them all at once.

When NCR officials announced that the Enclave's counterattack had been completely crushed, people throughout California and the Mojave region breathed a sigh of relief. They cheered the name of Postman Six, hailing her as a hero who had saved NCR.

The NCR celebrated this hard-earned victory, and the whole country was jubilant. The postman and her companions were honored as war heroes and attended the banquet of the surviving upper class.

Although the postman should be happy about this, she actually had no intention of feeling happy at all. After all, it was all just an act, and those battles were simply stepping stones, all preparations for the feast.

The top brass of NCR have always disliked someone with no vested interests becoming a hero. If it were someone else, these top brass could still manipulate it, but now they really can't do anything.

Because Sun Yang used his own resources (various broadcast drones) to forcefully publicize the Postman's deeds, constantly giving him kills, and frantically beating up NCR's farm soldiers, Postman No. 6's reputation among the people was very high, and he had a very reliable image.

Even if the higher-ups were secretly planning to send someone to take action to discredit the postman's image, before they could act, wild Enclave soldiers would suddenly appear nearby and kill everyone there.

The top brass, unable to contain themselves, could only watch helplessly as the postman became the voice of the people. She was beloved by all the surviving Mojave factions, and her combat prowess was unmatched. At first glance, she looked like someone who could single-handedly seize power at any moment.

Compared to the NCR top management who were overwhelmed by the situation, the postman's lightning-fast victory over the enemy was much more beautiful.

So, in the middle of the banquet, Ulysses and the Postman put pressure on the surviving NCR leaders with an attitude even worse than during the battle, demanding that they restore the limit on the number of two-headed bulls and cancel the team's excessive taxes.

Of course the top management was not willing to do these things, but the postman ran out to the banquet and waved his arms outside.

She received countless responses from the people outside, even the Rangers and NCR soldiers she had rescued cheered. The NCR leaders who had barely survived finally reacted. Postman No. 6 was now a hero from a bygone era.

But the difference is that the heroes in the novels would be persecuted and despised, and their reputations would be ruined. But the postman in front of him only needed to yell a few words to the outside world, and the excited people would follow him and beat them all to death.

Even if the people didn't take action, the postman could beat them all to death by himself. They didn't dare to overestimate the postman's moral level.

With this move, the postman and her friends also had a chance to participate in the distribution of the post-war gains. The ownerless two-headed cows were auctioned or transferred to the once impoverished farmers at low prices.

The remaining high-ranking officials didn't get anything. However, their subordinates either supported the postman or ignored them - because during the battle, Sun Yang only considered whether they still needed to be alive, and didn't consider whether to keep their property.

As a result, the surviving high-ranking officials had little money left. Those who fought for money no longer cared about them, while those who fought for patriotism stood by the postman - after all, she was the one who distributed the means of production herself and announced that the government would change the tax system.

Afterwards, the Postman revisited the Followers of the Apocalypse and asked them to return to NCR. The Followers of the Apocalypse returned to NCR with their technology because of their good relationship with the Postman.

Then they kicked out the incompetent managers such as the Director of Research and Supervisor of NCR and began to carry out scientific research tasks seriously. The top management of NCR could not keep anyone and could only watch the drastic changes made by the Postman.

The agricultural technology brought by the Followers of the Apocalypse solved the problem of crop yield decline that had plagued NCR for a long time. However, NCR's scientific research department spent a long time trying to solve this problem but failed.

The original Research Department was disbanded, and the Followers of the Apocalypse became the sole organization in NCR dedicated to scientific research. The agricultural techniques and properly cultivated seeds they brought back reached the ears and hands of every farmer. The famine that had plagued NCR no longer needed to be solved.

Sun Yang fulfilled his promise and never harassed NCR again. The Postman also had to fulfill his duties and completely change the current situation of NCR.

With the Postman in charge of diplomacy and Ulysses, Cass, and Joshua providing advice, the Postman team traveled all over NCR and Mojave. Although the battle was over, the kind-hearted Postman still traveled for a long time to solve various problems for the surviving NCR.

After confirming that the postman was alright, Sun Yang issued a call to all the humanoids, calling on them to return to the main world, and the subsequent exploration missions were handed over to the AR team and the rebellious team.

Aliana also received the instructions, so she picked up the gun and said goodbye to the postman neatly. However, the postman did not think so.

"Wait a minute! You're not going to take risks somewhere else, are you?" After running around and around, the postman, who had never run so many diplomatic missions in his life, was a little exhausted. "Please take me with you! I don't want to do this crap job anymore! I want to leave!" The postman howled.

Just like that, the postman team was easily disbanded. This group of people came together because of the postman, and eventually disbanded because of the postman.

Postman Six, a skilled diplomat, handled various NCR affairs both domestically and internationally. From difficult faction negotiations to delivering packages, she handled everything. However, just as NCR began to regain its footing, Postman Six bid farewell and disappeared from view.

Some people say that she is used to freedom and was inspired by the mission to save NCR and Mojave, and now she is just back on the right track.

The postman is a solitary creature. Although he sometimes stops, most of the time, he always walks through the wasteland alone, enduring one dark night after another alone.

After completing a series of diplomatic missions with the postman, Joshua Graham voluntarily left the postman team. He returned to Zion, where the natives welcomed their leader as always. They were especially amazed to see him return with his arms and hands intact.

After going through so much, Cass wanted to take a break. She reopened the tavern her father had inherited, hoping to settle down for a while before doing other things.

Ulysses, this madman with excessive thinking, amazing will and unique ideas stayed in NCR. He borrowed the reputation of a postman and confronted the NCR officials who were not so bad but not very good either, and would fight at the slightest disagreement.

Although the postman thought he looked miserable, Ulysses later told the postman that he actually enjoyed this kind of life. At least attacking NCR officials was more interesting than sitting alone in a place with my thoughts.

And so, our Postman No. 6's adventures in the Mojave come to an end—for now.

In this new world built on the Mojave Wasteland, the battle continues, and the blood is shed. Many lives are born, and then they die - just like in the old world.

As Ulysses once told the postman: The trauma inflicted on the Great Divide and elsewhere will happen again and again.

If war cannot change, then humans must change—along with their symbols.

Remember what you seek, even if it may be nothing... Just as I follow you to the end, whatever your symbol is... Sling it over your shoulder and wear it with pride.

People change, changed by the paths they take. And this path has come to an end.

The bloody killings seemed to be decreasing little by little, and civilization seemed to be growing slowly and struggling on this land. It was not like the civilization before the war, but it was not very similar to its original appearance either.

It still has to go through the test of countless years and prove its position in the long river of time.

Because, war, war never changes.

(Fallout: New Vegas Vol. 1 ends.)

Well, I have to admit, I was a little overwhelmed. At least it shows one thing: an overly complex background is not necessarily suitable for adaptation... The carriers of novels and games are still different.

Many things aren't easily adapted simply because I like them; it requires experience and the ability to deconstruct them. At the beginning, I had a lot of fun writing about the strange postman and Ariana's interactions with him. But as the story unfolded, the scope of New Vegas grew, and my adaptations became increasingly difficult.

In the end, the Postman inevitably faces the weighty topic and negotiation of Ulysses, which is arguably the core of New Vegas, but also the most difficult part for me to adapt. I don't know Ulysses as well as I thought, and it seems that only by the end did I have a clue.

Others can figure it out a little by tapping on it, but this person's background is too complicated, which makes it difficult to figure out what he wants to do and what his needs are. Even if we understand it, it is difficult to explain it.

I'll try to return to my previous style, perhaps with a slightly more playful feel. I chose the subject matter, and if it doesn't fit the style, I'll have to make a choice, that's all. I'll continue writing.

I can only say that I will never touch a weird guy like Ulysses again. It is simply a torture to my spirit.

Volume 6: The Interweaving of Fallout 4 and Dark Souls 2

235 Homecoming

"Pooh!"

It's been a long time since I last felt the water in a flush toilet. Although it's not very comfortable, it's very familiar to be honest.

After the matter on the west coast of the Fallout world was almost resolved, Sun Yang couldn't wait to pull the trigger. Theoretically, there would be no problem this time, but if he was thrown into another world, he could only consider himself unlucky.

Sun Yang held the teleporter in his hand, lay on the ground, and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling in front of him.

"Me? Where am I? Where did I teleport from before?" Sun Yang slowly got up from the ground. He touched the floor, which was cracked and covered with dust. He looked around and it took him a long time to confirm that it was his room.

I’m back, back to the familiar world of Dark Souls!

"Bases everywhere, if you hear this, please respond. If you hear this, please respond." Sun Yang suppressed his ecstasy and skillfully opened the window to check the situation in other worlds. Then, the humanoids from each world reported their situation to Sun Yang.

The main base of the KENSHI world, the breeding farm base of the Meimo world, the base for receiving materials for advanced wars, and the mountain base of the Fallout world all responded.

"Looks like I've made it back successfully," Pascala, who was at the Oasis base, pointed at a screen and tapped on it for a long time. "As expected, the soul is energy, and life energy is also energy, and it accounts for a very high proportion... My formula was correct!"

"So? This conclusion sounds very impressive." Sun Yang slowly got up. He felt pretty good this time and there were no strange problems.

"I've come up with a safe and effective formula. As long as you don't exceed the upper limit of the fluctuation, you won't be hit by a warp creature mid-flight!" Pascal said with a smile.

"It's not that simple," an old man, always dressed in a large robe, walked out from behind the window. He looked tired. "You robots, soulless, are jumping to superficial conclusions! I say again, it's not that simple."

"Strider? I haven't seen you for a while." Sun Yang thought about it and realized that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

[Because I'm involved in analyzing this damned subspace theory research, the teleportation technology of this world numbered "Radiation," and all that other shit. Naturally, you can't see me.] Strider also looked like he'd died from overwork.

"Aren't you enjoying your research? You even used your own arm as a test subject?" Pascal asked Strider next to him.

"Because I'm the only one here with a soul that can power these devices. Oh, and you buried a dwarf in the ground?" Strider revealed his silvery left arm. "Those minds remind me of my colleagues. You don't want to waste lives, but at least you need volunteers."