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Ding!
[Quest: The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly. Complete]
[Objective: Successfully eliminate the crooked guards by 48 hours]
[Reward: Super Rare Gold-Tier Item summoning ticket]
Ding!
[You have leveled up!]
Upon reaching the skill screen, Six allocated all 15 points into GUNS. In the perk menu, he selected Intense Training, which increased his LUCK to 9.
With this upgrade, Six became invincible with any weapon, excelling in every category. His father was astounded by his prowess, finding his skill extraordinary for his low level.
"I feel like I'm cheating... which is great! I enjoy cheating; it simplifies things. But only when it's absolutely necessary, like evading certain death."
After swiftly concluding his confrontation with the guards in the Mojave Desert, Six began looting them. But as he started with the guard leader, a game check appeared.
[PERCEPTION Check: 6]
[PERCEPTION Check Pass: Receiving 50 MSP]
While searching the guard leader, Six discovered a hit contract on his family issued by a manager of the Crimson Caravan.
Ding!
[Will Host Want to trade the corpses for 500 MSP each] [y/n]
After pressing [Y], he inquired why the corpses were valued so highly.
[Human corpses are valued higher because they have various uses, such as experimentation, rituals, transplants, and more. Living humans are priced at 1000 MSP or higher, depending on their uniqueness.]
He sprinted a few kilometers within 3 minutes, breaking the world record from his previous world, to loot all the guards and traded their corpses with anything else that would take up space. Six remained unphased by the effort. Gazing upon the expansive desert night unfurling below him, he marveled at its beauty. He then went over his findings;
-.357 Magnum Revolver
-9mm PistolX2
-Laser Pistol
-Cowboy Repeater
-Hunting Rifle
-Service RifleX2
-Merc Adventurer OutfitX4
-Caravan Lunch
-Gecko SteakX6
-Pork n' BeansX2
-CramX3
-.308 RoundX29
-.357 Magnum RoundX43
-5.56mm RoundX76
-9mm RoundX41
-Energy CellX23
-Legion Slave Trade Location
-Hit Contract
-Super Rare Gold-Tier Summoning ticket
Holding his Super Rare Gold-Tier Summoning ticket, he felt a surge of excitement reminiscent of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Tearing it open in anticipation of a chocolate factory, he was instead met by a pale-skinned girl falling onto him. Curiosity piqued, he examined her closely, only to receive a kick to the face, followed by a shotgun aimed at him.
But Six finally got a good view of her. She was a short-stacked girl with a flat chest, Aqua Marine hair done into twin tails, with pink tattoos at her neck midriff, and her thigh. but the one thing that caught his attention, was that she was half naked in only a two-piece black bikini.
"Where the fuck am I, Choom?!"
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Where the fuck is this place?!"
"Where the fuck are my weapons?!"
"Fuck!!!"
"Ugrh. Get this straight Choomba! Nobody... and I mean NOBODY, kidnaps Rebecca! And gets away with it!"
Rebecca maintained her shotgun aimed at his head, shouting at Six while straddling him.
"Funny! But sorry, darling, I'm typically the one on top."
Six swiftly knocked her shotgun aside as she fired, missing his head by inches. Seizing the weapon, he tossed Rebecca off making her land on the ground, and pinned her down by stepping on her waist to calm her.
"Argh!"
"Argh! Wahhhhh!"
Trying to restrain Rebecca was like trying to hold an angry cat; she writhed and scratched at his leg.
After a few minutes, she finally settled.
"Fine, fine! I'll calm down... Just hand over Guts."
"Guts is your shotgun, I presume?"
"Obviously, Gonk! It's all I've got since you managed to abduct little old me."
Six worked the action of Guts, ensuring it was empty, then released Rebecca and returned her shotgun. She embraced it as if it were her child.
"Nova! I'm sorry, Guts! Mama will never lose you again~!"
He proceeded to inform Rebecca of her location, her current predicament, and what her future might hold.
"So, to clarify. I'm in a world with robots like mine, along with a bunch of other advanced mumbo jumbo, but it's all 50s themed?"
"That's ridiculous!"
"You expect me to buy any of that, Choom?"
Six allowed Rebecca to survey the Mojave desert. She gaped at the landscape in astonishment.
"Holy Shit! I'm in nomad territory."
"Wait! Is that a two-headed cow?!"
"But-but-but... I thought all animals were extinct?"
Six raised his arms, presenting the world like a showman.
"Welcome, Rebecca, to New Vegas, in the post-apocalyptic nuclear world of Fallout."
"Imagine it like Night City, but with more desert and mutated creatures trying to kill and eat you!"
"Huh! So, it's pretty much like Night City, big guy."
"Wow, Preem! There are mutated creatures here. Can't wait to see one for myself."
Rebecca exclaimed, her excitement tinged with disbelief at Six's tale, thinking the Brahmin was a prop.
"Look, there's a running Gecko. Nothing beats visual proof. Excuse me while I deal with it."
He declared.
With a swift pull of his 10mm pistol, he dispatched the gecko, reducing the Mojave's population by one.
Rebecca's eyes widened in shock.
"Holy Shit, choom!"
"All you said was fucking true."
"Oh, FUCK!!!"
Once Rebecca's panic subsided, Six escorted her to the Carrier to introduce her to his family. His mother's immediate response caught them off guard.
"Son, not to intrude, but why are you holding hands with a teenage girl who's walking in her underwear."
Betty kept giving Rebecca judgmental looks.
"Hey Bitch! Just so you know, I'm 20 years old. Grrr."
Rebecca growled at Betty like an irate Chihuahua. Which only made her look more adorable to the grown woman.
"She certainly has a sharp tongue, but is she really 20, Six?"
"Yes, Mom, I found her outside, scantily clad, so I brought her to the camp. I couldn't just leave a defenseless girl out in the perilous desert. It seemed like the right thing to do."
"Defenseless, huh?"
His father snorted, sizing Rebecca up and down, eyeing her custom shotgun. His mother later smacked him on the head, admonishing him not to be rude to the first girl their son had brought home.
"Bless your heart, son, you have a kind soul for helping people in need. If only there were more like you in the world, we wouldn't have so many problems."
She noticed he was still holding Rebecca's hand, which brought a smile to her face, until the little gremlin abruptly slapped his hand away.
Rebecca snorted and attempted to elbow Six in the ribs, but it was akin to hitting a concrete wall.
'Damn, that hurt! What the hell is this guy made of?'
"I can't believe your folks are falling for your horse shit. It's unbelievable; they're all chumps."
"Anyway, I need some clothes; I can't keep wandering the desert like this. But don't worry, choom, I'll probably get my hands on some Eddies soon enough."
"Rebecca, it's caps for currency, not Eddies, and say 'Brahmin' instead of 'horse.' All horses are extinct, so every time you want to curse, just say 'Brahmin' instead."
His mother eagerly led Rebecca into the Carrier, immersing themselves in the extensive array of clothing. With Betty's help, the little gremlin sifted through the garments to find what she wanted.
Eventually, Rebecca was outfitted in a black tank top that bared her midriff, very short cut-off jeans made from an old pair of trousers, held together with a webbing belt, jungle boots sans socks, and black fingerless gloves. A spare Pip-boy from her father completed her look.
"So, Six, you mentioned something about a Merchant System, can I see it?"
Six pondered and asked the system,
'Hey, system, is it possible to share the Merchant System screen with Rebecca?'
[Sharing is permitted only with a companion authorized by the Host]
"Rebecca, would you like to join my party? You'll get access to the merchant system screen if you do."
The Super soldier reached out, inviting Rebecca.
"Weird, but okay! I'll join your party."
A screen appeared before her instantly.
[Rebecca has become a companion]
[Host acquires perk: I Take Dynamite with Everything: +10 Explosion Damage with Shotguns]
"Um, big guy, is this supposed to happen? There's a screen floating in front of me with tons of info."
"That's the merchant system screen, Becca. It shows items for purchase and sale, like clothes, food, and weapons. Everything traded is assured to be top-notch and in perfect condition."
At the mention of weapons, Rebecca's focus shifted. She started perusing the screen, hesitated, and was about to make several purchases. Noticing she could use his account, she saw his balance was 2,685.
Afterward, Rebecca bought an M249 light machine gun, over 1000 Rounds of 5.56x45 Ammo, and 100 Rounds of 12 gauge buck Ammo.
"Hey, System, what gives? Where's my stuff?!"
Rebecca yelled at no one in particular, unaware that all her purchases were stored in Six's Pip-boy. That answered the question if anybody can steal Six's MSP from him, and the answer is yes and no. Because everything purchased will always be placed into his Pip-boy, first.
Level: 2
NAME: Six XI
GENDER: MALE
STRENGTH: 10
PERCEPTION: 10
ENDURANCE: 10
CHARISMA: 10
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 10
LUCK: 9
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BARTER: 41
ENERGY WEAPONS: 26
EXPLOSIVES: 26
GUNS: 56
LOCKPICK: 26
MEDICINE: 26
MELEE WEAPONS: 26
REPAIR: 41
SCIENCE: 26
SNEAK: 26
SPEECH: 26
SURVIVAL: 26
UNARMED: 26