The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

After studying the new functions of the learning machine, it is time to add points again.

[Name: Maven Goidemar]

[Race: Mixed Human]

[Gender: Male]

[Status: Slight Radiation Residue]

[Energy (Chaos Magic): 1403/1440]

[Strength: 38→40 View Profile]

[Agility: 40 View Profile]

[Constitution: 45→46 (-1, Radiation Residue) View Profile]

[Perception: 40 View Profile]

[Spirit: 38→40 View Profile]

It may be because the values ​​of various attributes are high, or it may be because of the many times of experience, this time the points are not particularly uncomfortable, and it is also very fast to adapt.

In less than an hour, Marvin completed the adaptation process.

There are still 7 ability points available. In the wasteland, it is better to improve the firearms ability first. Marvin first upgraded the "Firearms Mastery", which requires 2 ability points this time.

[Gun Mastery: 1 + (When using live ammunition and energy guns, accuracy increases by 55%, stability increases by 55%, physical consumption -11.2%, slightly improves gun sense talent, and has a good learning talent for gun knowledge.) (Next upgrade requires 2 ability points.)]

Gun Mastery became Gun Mastery. The term "gun sense" is too abstract. But after Marvin picked up the gun, he understood that gun sense really exists.

Similarly, when he read the book "Carls Tactical Shooting Method" again, the feeling was also very different, as if he suddenly became "smarter".

So Marvin upgraded two levels again.

[Gun Mastery: 3 + (When using live ammunition and energy guns, accuracy increases by 65%, stability increases by 65%, physical consumption -13.6%, slightly improves gun sense talent, and has a good learning talent for gun knowledge.) (Next upgrade requires 2 ability points.)]

The two most important things, accommodating large energy facilities and artificial intelligence, have been completed. There is still a large server unit missing, and there is no clue at the moment.

The next step is to follow the people in Shelter 76 to explore. As the protagonists of Fallout 76, they will definitely have in-depth contact with large organizations such as the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel. It is not wrong to follow them.

Whether they can accommodate more servers, energy facilities, artificial intelligence, and whether they can complete Gaunt O'Dimm's mission depends on them.

...

The next day, Marvin teleported to Morgantown. He planned to go to the airport to find the KMI-8789 signal amplifier.

Tal provided 4 locations. Morgantown Airport was the only one he had been to, at least he didn't have to walk.

Morgantown Airport is a very small civil airport. The terminal building is about the same size as the long-distance bus station of Dongda. This kind of signal amplifier only exists in the communication system. Even if the specific location is unknown, it should not be difficult to find.

The entire airport has been screened by the boys in the shelter for many times. There are not many monsters. This is another reason why he chose this place.

This time I didn't meet anyone else. I spent some effort to find the electronic components in the cabinet on the 4th floor. It was exactly the same as the one in the picture. There was also the LOGO of Roco on the back of the circuit board.

But he didn't know whether this component was good or bad, because the whole airport had no electricity.

In addition, the combat kill prompt of the learning machine seemed very reliable.

At least every time [Scorched Man Killed] appeared, the enemy would not move again.

After that, he had to go to the crater to hand in the task, and continue to brush up the favorability there, waiting for the shelter boys to deliver it to the door, and the plan could proceed.

...

About a quarter of the entire northern Appalachia was covered with pale soil, sulfur-smelling poisonous fog and swamps with strong radiation. This terrible place was collectively called the Toxic Valley. There were many mutant monsters of various kinds wandering in the Toxic Valley.

Big ants more than one foot long, formic acid can corrode metal, and sharp jaws can bite through tires.

Fortunately, these ants are not numerous and only occupy a small area, otherwise there would be no living space for other creatures in Appalachia.

Huge mutant scorpions, called radiation scorpions by the wastelanders, the smallest is about the same size as a motorcycle, and the largest is as big as a car.

Radiation scorpions appear in groups, and like ordinary scorpions, they attack with their front claws and long tails. Their thick carapaces can effectively defend against small-caliber bullets and laser beams. Moreover, these large reptiles are agile and good at digging holes.

Fortunately, the mutant scorpions have no medium- and long-range attack methods, so for Marvin, it is the difference between one cut and a few cuts.

Mutated bears, the radiation mutation products of black bears or brown bears, are called monsters by the wasteland people. Their hair falls off, revealing diseased skin, and their eyes are red and bloodthirsty.

Monsters are about the same size as ordinary bears, and they still retain the habits of beasts. They only bite and like to walk alone.

Therefore, although the monsters have a hard skull like armor, they are still not difficult to deal with.

Grafton is on the southwest edge of the Toxic Valley, and the crater is on the northeast edge of the Toxic Valley.

He has to cross the entire Toxic Valley diagonally to reach his destination.

Along the way, the reliability of the learning machine was once again verified.

Whether the enemy is a crazy ghoul or a mutant beast, every time there is a kill prompt, the opponent will definitely not move again.

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When the ground beneath his feet turned from white to dark red, Marvin saw the crater.

A huge broken ring was inserted diagonally into the valley, with broken antennas, broken solar panels and exposed wires. This was a crashed space station.

Under the ring is a large complex of buildings, and there is cultivated farmland next to a swamp.

The sun has disappeared behind the mountains, the sky is getting darker, and the temperature has finally dropped. The tattered sails of the wind turbines are slowly turning, and miscellaneous lights are lighting up one after another, casting strange shadows.

From far away, you can hear the movement in the residential area, shouting, quarreling, swearing, and the noise of machines. Fortunately, there is no gunfire.

This is the crater, where chaos and order coexist.

The central part of the circular space station is tiled in the center of the settlement, which is the core of the crater, where the leaders Meg, Tal and other important people live.

The circular section on the north side was transformed into a bar and hotel called "Monster House".

There was a wooden bridge across the swamp before entering the settlement. When Marvin crossed the bridge with his overstuffed backpack, the guard wearing a linen hood next to him just glanced at him and paid no attention.

Marvin didn't know where the people he knew were exactly, but he didn't rush to find them, and instead walked around inside.

It was still evening, and he didn't believe that the people here were good children who went to bed early and got up early, so it was still early.

There is no fixed market in the crater, or in other words, the entire crater is just a big market. Looters or scavengers will spread their stalls everywhere. The sellers rarely shout, but mostly stare at the passers-by. The eyes are not very kind.

Marvin didn't plan to buy anything at the street stall, but came to sell something.

He has saved a lot of loot, and there will be more in the future. He needs to find a buyer who can cooperate with him for a long time.

He was carrying a bulging backpack and looked very unfamiliar. He looked like a fat sheep. So, before he even found a store, he ran into trouble.

A man with half his left arm missing and strange patterns painted on his face blocked the way.

"Man, Premium Jett, do you need it?"

"No need." Marvin took a step forward and planned to go around.

"Don't go!" The man blocked again, "Bali pills, X potion, I have them..."

Stared at by Marvin's cold eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Marvin kicked out.

Bang, the man who weighed one to two hundred pounds was kicked more than two meters away by his kick, and fell to the ground with a thud, vomiting.

"Fake!" the passerby who was hit yelled. When he turned around to look for trouble, he was stopped by his companion.

Except for the two people who were hit, everyone nearby just glanced at it and ignored it. They were doing what they were doing.

Marvin only used 3 points of force in that kick. After all, he hadn't figured out the rules here yet. But one thing is for sure, don't use your gun easily.

After wandering around for a while, Marvin finally found the store. On the wall of a tin house was written "Guns, medicine and everything!"

Bang.

A lean man was thrown out of the store.

A short, fat middle-aged man in a dirty suit walked out of the door. He said impatiently: "Don't come in without a bottle cap. This is not a church. Get out!"

The middle-aged man looked up and saw Marvin, looked up and down, and immediately changed his face to a smile: "Welcome, welcome, want to buy something?"

He patted the writing on the wall with his fat hand and said, "I have everything."

Marvin asked: "Do you want to put away your weapons?"

"Hehehe, of course, of course, high price! Come in quickly."

Suddenly a cry came from the distance: "Stop! It's you, the white-haired boy."

A shirtless and muscular man strode over, followed by two people, supporting the man with a broken arm. All four of them had similar patterns painted on their faces.

The middle-aged businessman immediately put away his smile, retreated into the shop, and leaned against the door to watch the excitement.

Standing in the shadow behind him was a man carrying a shotgun and wearing combat armor. He looked like a bodyguard.

The muscular man asked with a fierce expression: "Did you hit me?"

Marvin nodded: "Yes, I did it."

People around them stopped what they were doing and stood up to watch the excitement.

There aren't many entertainment activities in the crater, so they won't miss it if it's lively.

But only these people nearby, after all, fighting is not uncommon here. But it seems that someone has already started a gambling game.

"Hey, you're quite sensible." The muscular man spread his big hands like cattail leaf fans, "Pay compensation!"

"Hi, Marvin."

It was McCarron. He was leaning next to an abandoned car. When he saw Marvin looking over, he nodded and reminded, "Don't shoot, anything else is fine."

Marvin raised his hand and said hello: "Thanks."

"Wolf hunter?" The muscular man's expression changed several times, ranging from surprise, fear, and ferocity.

He said viciously: "So what if you know Wolf Hunter? This is a matter between you and me, and he can't interfere."

The three horse boys behind him also took out daggers, finger tigers, and pipe wrenches.

Marvin slowly put down his backpack.

The muscular man's face became more ferocious and said: "Compensation..."

Marvin activated instantly and crossed several meters in one step. He deflected the opponent's hasty slap with his left arm and hammered the opponent's stomach with an uppercut.

He didn't stop, and with his fist, the muscular man weighing several hundred kilograms directly knocked over the three horsemen behind him.

There was cheering from all around, "Hooray Shete... Such great strength..."

Marvin nimbly walked around the muscular man, kicked away the dagger stabbing his calf, and then kicked the man in the neck.

Gaba, Ma Zai’s neck fracture was broken and he collapsed motionless.

[The looters have been killed. 】

I accidentally used too much force.

In this case, he no longer holds back.

Bang, Marvin kicked the man with a broken arm in the heart.

Kaka, poof~

The thin man with the broken arm had a large rib sag, and died of blood spurting out.

The muscular man did not bother to vomit, and stood up.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

He pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired two shots.

The bullets were very fast, but people still needed to raise their hands to hold the gun, and people were not much faster, so both bullets were empty.

The two were only two or three meters apart, and Marvin approached in an instant, holding a sharp short knife in his hand.

The knife flashed, and three broken fingers flew up. The knife flashed again, and the side of the muscular man's neck was cut open.

"Hey, hey, hey..." The pistol fell to the ground, and the muscular man covered his neck and breathed hard.

The last henchman took out his gun in panic, but he couldn't turn off the safety.

A short knife nailed into his forehead, and the henchman's eyes were empty.

"Roar!... Well done!... Fuck!"

Cheers and whistles rang out around him, and there were also curses from a few people who lost money.

McAllen walked over leisurely. Although he had never seen Marvin's skills, it was impossible for a guy who could kill more than 20 super mutants by himself to have any problems in such a street fight.

After carefully studying the battlefield situation in Grafton, he felt that the battle was Marvin's massacre of super mutants.

However, he did not expect Marvin to be so decisive and kill them all in one go. It might be a little troublesome.

McAllen called the people who were watching the excitement nearby: "Gunpowder, take a few people to collect the bodies and bury them directly in the fields. They can also be recycled."

"No problem, Wolf Hunter, it's so easy to make money, don't you bet?"

"Okay, Gunpowder, do you know him?...Fuck, don't run, compensate me with bottle caps...Stop!"

Marvin picked up his backpack, patted the dust, and greeted McAllen and asked: "I accidentally killed one, so I just killed them all. Is it okay?"

"Well, there are a few small problems. After all, there are dead people." McAllen said a little embarrassedly.

"Oh? Tell me."

"You'll have to pay some money."

"How much?"

"200 for four people."

If the electronic component is fine, Marvin can get 900 bottle caps this time, which is a big deal.

Although it seems a bit painful to lose 200, he doesn't really care.

Besides buying some food to satisfy his hunger, he doesn't really need bottle caps.

What Marvin needs now can't be bought with bottle caps, it depends on chance.

Taking commissions to earn bottle caps and selling spoils are all to make himself look less different and to keep the persona of a bounty hunter.

Thinking of this, he said, "That's OK? Where can I pay it?"

"Come on, I'll take you to Meg. Just in time to get the reward for saving us."

"No hurry." Marvin said, picking up his backpack, "I have to sell some things first."

"Then I'll go with you. Colt, that profiteer, is not easy to deal with."

...

"Welcome! McAllen, it looks like you know each other well. Do we have another tough guy?" The short and fat middle-aged man in a wrinkled Brazilian suit asked with a smile while holding the counter.

There was a wall behind him that was covered with weapon racks, covered with various guns. The counter was made of iron sheets, and you couldn't see what was inside.

The bodyguard who had shown his face sat in the corner without saying a word.

"Colt, this guy saved my life and Tal's life. I warn you, don't be too shabby." McAllen pointed at the counter and said.

"Oh? You're the guy who killed more than 20 green monsters by yourself? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Great." The profiteer gave Marvin a thumbs up, and pointed at himself and said, "You can ask around. I, Colt, am the most fair businessman in Appalachia."

Marvin didn't believe the businessman's words. A businessman who could open a store in the crater and make himself fat couldn't be a simple guy, nor could he be a good person.

He dumped the contents of his backpack on the counter and said, "These are not all. Whether you plan to do a one-time deal or a long-term cooperation, it depends on the price you give."

Although he didn't lack bottle caps, he didn't want to be fooled. Marvin believed that benefits were much more effective than threats when dealing with businessmen.

"Oh?" Colt asked while inspecting the goods, "How often, how many are there?"

"Once every 3 to 7 days, the quantity depends on what kind of enemies I encounter."

"No problem, but the quality is a bit poor, um, 78 bottle caps."

"Wait a minute!" McAllen, who was chatting with the bodyguard, walked over quickly, glanced at the guns and medicines piled on the counter, slapped the counter, and angrily sprayed the profiteer: "You son of a bitch profiteer, do you think I don't exist?!"

"Oh my, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth." The middle-aged fat man slapped himself lightly and said, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. 86 bottle caps."

McAllen stared at Colt with his one eye and said, "You'd better know what money you can be greedy for and what money you can't. I'm saving you, idiot."

"Yes, yes, 105 bottle caps, is this okay?" The profiteer said with a bitter face.

McAllen snorted coldly and turned to chat with the bodyguard again.

Marvin watched the interaction between the two with great interest, lowered the moral bottom line of the profiteer in front of him, and at the same time remembered Macallan's favor.

"Okay, pay."

Colt counted the bottle caps while muttering: "You must come again, otherwise I will lose a lot of money."

Marvin swept the bottle caps into his backpack and replied: "Three days at most."

The profiteer's face was happy and said: "Then it's settled!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, Marvin, let's go."

“Okay.” Marvin didn’t know who he was answering. He glanced at a samurai sword on the weapon rack and turned to leave the store.

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