The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

The crater, the middle part of the fallen space station, is called the Grand Cross.

The Grand Cross not only includes the space station cabins on the ground, but also includes several basements that were dug later.

This is not only the residence of Meg and other core personnel, but also the core weapons depot, warehouse and communication center of the crater.

There are still many electronic devices in the Grand Cross that can be used, and information from the outside world can be obtained through wired and radio, and even some terminals can still be used.

Of course, these devices can still operate normally thanks to Tal, a versatile man, who keeps repairing them.

Meg, the leader of the crater, usually sits on a high-backed chair in the lobby on the first floor, either talking to his men or drinking and daydreaming.

It is the same now.

"Tsk tsk, awesome, kid, you killed 4 people in less than an hour after arriving." Meg sat on a high-backed chair, holding a bottle of wine, and said sarcastically.

McCarron quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "It wasn't him who started it. Besides, those four idiots aren't ours."

"Damn it, don't I know? If not, I would have had someone shoot me!" Meg angrily scolded her capable subordinate without any hesitation.

Marvin felt that Meg was not very angry at first, but she became even angrier after McCarron interrupted.

He asked Meg, "What do you want to do?"

The crew-haired woman looked at Marvin coldly and said, "According to the rules, I'll deduct 200 bottle caps from you..."

Marvin readily agreed, "Okay."

"But..." Meg changed the subject, "I'm still investigating the East District Prison. If your information is confirmed to be true, you have to help us get rid of those bastards, and I'll make up for the 200 deducted."

"Only me?"

"That's definitely impossible. McCarron will bring someone with him."

It seems that Meg is not a difficult old silver coin, and the doghouse can't keep leftovers. She showed her cards after a few words.

Marvin thought Meg was up to something bad, but it turned out that she just wanted to borrow his force.

He was not opposed to this, since he had to improve his favorability anyway, so it didn't matter.

But how to fight, he still had to think about it.

The terrain of the prison must be narrow and cramped, unlike Grafton City where guerrilla warfare and sniper warfare could be fought, and the danger was much greater.

There were no suicide soldiers with mini nuclear bombs among the super mutants in Grafton, but the East District Prison, which was the base, was not necessarily the case.

If you encounter such a self-destructing reckless man in a narrow room, it would be quite troublesome. Whether you get bombed in the face or teleport through the wall, it is not a good choice. You have to make a plan in advance.

But it would be easier if there were teammates to share the firepower.

"No problem, I'll come here every day, and let me know if there's any news."

"Great!" Meg was very happy, "From today on, you are a friend of the crater, and you are always welcome."

This kind of insincere verbal praise is meaningless, Marvin changed the subject and said: "I'm looking for a job, do you have any difficult enemies?"

Meg took a sip of wine, lowered her head and thought: "Let me think..."

Marvin saw that he couldn't get an answer for a while, so he turned to ask the one-eyed dragon: "Where is Tal? I found the amplifier."

Meg didn't look up, but waved to McAllen.

"So soon? Let's go, I'll take you to find Tal."

...

There is a spiral staircase in the big cross, and there were originally several space station cabins below, which should have been broken during the crash. Now it has been dug into several basements.

Tal's residence and workshop are below, and next to it is the weapons depot.

When the two came down, Tal was wearing a soft hat on his head, with a pile of lenses and various precision tools of various sizes on the soft hat. The engineer was welding something carefully under the work light.

Marvin stopped McAllen who was about to call for help. He knew that such delicate work was afraid of being disturbed and it would be troublesome if he made a mistake. The two of them waited boredly by the side.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. A few minutes later, Tal stood up and stretched: "Finally got it done..."

"Tal!" McAllen had been impatient for a long time. He immediately called out: "Marvin brought that amplifier."

"Really?" The engineer pulled off his soft hat.

Maybe he had worn it for too long, and the hat pressed the hair on the top of his head against his scalp, but the curls around were still messy and fluffy, which made him look very funny now.

"Pfft, hahahaha..." McAllen pointed at Tal and laughed loudly.

After all, Marvin was not familiar with the other party, so the corners of his mouth twitched, but he held it back.

Tal asked in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"Hahaha..." McAllen continued to laugh.

"Ahem..." Marvin spread his hands to show that he knew nothing.

"Are you crazy? Have you eaten bee feces? Why are you laughing so happily?"

The one-eyed man nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, hahahaha..."

Laugh at this. If someone next to you laughs happily, something that was not very funny will become very funny.

Marvin quickly skipped the topic, stepped over the parts and tools piled everywhere on the ground, handed over the circuit board and said: "Is this it? The cabinet has no power, I'm not sure if it can be used. You try it first."

"The circuit board is fine, the capacitor is not burned, and the solder joint is not loose." Tal said happily, "I think it's okay. You are very good, man."

McCallen finally stopped laughing, and he said complacently: "You see, it's always right to listen to me."

"Go away, you didn't find it, what are you so proud of?" Tal rolled his eyes and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh, by the way, the bottle cap! Where did I put it? Wait a minute..."

Marvin interrupted him and said, "I think you'd better give it a try first. After receiving the money, it means my work is done."

Marvin is still very professional when it comes to commissions. Finding a bad one doesn't mean he has completed the commission. Besides, without Tal's approval, the tasks in the learning machine are not completed. (I forgot to write down the mission in Chapter 16, so I’ve added it)

"God, it's strange to see someone like you who isn't such an asshole in this damn place."

McCarron also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I'm really good at reading people."

"What does it have to do with you?" Tal rolled his eyes again, turned to Marvin and said, "Wait a minute, there is Nuka-Cola on the table, drink whatever you want."

"Get out of the way." He pushed the one-eyed dragon hard, pushed himself up, and complained angrily: "You're blocking the way."

McCarron waved his hand: "Then I'm leaving. See you tomorrow, Marvin."

"See you tomorrow." Marvin waved his hand and watched the two of them leaving, noisily.

"So what were you laughing at just now?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

…

Marvin was sitting on the sofa in the workroom, flipping through the "Wheeled Vehicle Principles and Maintenance Guide" in the [Book].

He planned to repair the car in the lakeside manor so that he would no longer have to walk everywhere. It would be really painful to walk all day. Moreover, we still have to complete Gunter O'Deim's mission, which is most likely not in the Appalachian region, and we don't know how long we have to walk without a car.

But, even if repairing a car is easier than building a car, and even if a nuclear-powered electric car is easier than a fuel-powered car, it cannot be learned in a short time.

The few cars in the manor's garage are like the teachers in the short film, they can be seen but cannot be used.

About half an hour later, Tarr came back and shook the bag in his hand, making a faint clatter.

"Here, there is no problem with the components. Everything is normal now. Ah~ I can rest for a few more days. Thanks to you, Marvin."

[Tip: The task "Signal Amplifier" has been completed. Are there any rewards for the award book "Electronic Communication Technology"? 】【whether】

Alas, another useless book.

Select [Yes].

Um? It doesn't seem useless.

Marvin suddenly thought of something and said to the engineer: "You paid for it, you're welcome. Where did you learn this?"

"My father taught me this. Don't ask me where he is, he is already dead." Tal brought two bottles of Coke and handed one to Marvin.

Marvin took the Coke, unscrewed the cap and placed it on the workbench. Bottle caps are money and no one will throw them away.

The workshop is filled with drawings, parts and tools, not only electronic parts, but also mechanical parts such as bearings and crankshafts, and even a very new tire.

Marvin pointed to the parts and asked, "Can you still repair cars?"

Tal raised his chin and smoothed his hair with his hand.

"Of course. Repairing cars is much more interesting than repairing circuits." He came down frustrated again, "It's a pity that no one in this damn place needs cars."

Marvin's eyes lit up, Tal's answer was better than he expected.

"What if I want you to help me modify my car? At what cost?"

Tal slapped his thigh: "Man, are you serious?"

"Of course. What's the price?"

Tal suddenly calmed down and said, "Well, can you give me a few days to think about it."

He can live well in the crater. Even if he has shortcomings, he is definitely not a fool, not to mention that the two parties have only met twice.

"No problem, tell me when you think about it."

Marvin stood up and left.

He had to find a way to add more chips and let Tal help him modify or build the car.

…

Back on the first floor, Meg was talking to a woman wearing a cowboy hat and round sunglasses at night.

Meg immediately waved when she saw him: "Marvin, I'm talking about you. This is Roxy, who is in charge of the Monster House, which is the bar."

Roxy pushed up her sunglasses and said, "Great job, kid. If it weren't for you, we would have lost a lot of men, especially Wolfhound."

Marvin shrugged and said, "It's easy, and you paid for it."

"Not everyone who gets money will work hard." Roxy shook her head, "Follow me and get your bottle cap."

The two said goodbye to Meg and walked north together.

On the way, Roxy told Marvin about the commissions he could accept.

The first is to clean up monsters around the crater, such as monsters, radiation scorpions, and even radiation deer. There are many such commissions, and many people grab them, but the returns are very low. One monster can be exchanged for 10 to 50 bottle caps.

With Marvin's ability, he can quickly clear away all the monsters around him. If it is just to earn bottle caps, this kind of commission may even be more efficient than high-level commissions in making money.

But he was here to increase his favorability, and this kind of almost undifficult task was really useless.

The second is to deal with slightly more troublesome enemies, such as hunting down traitors and hunting down members of small marauder gangs. This kind of task is too time-consuming, and it takes a long time just to find the person.

Although there are many bottle caps in rewards, the efficiency is too low and cannot reflect his combat power, and the increase in favorability is not obvious.

The third type...

At the Monster House, Roxy delivered 300 bottle caps, pulled Marvin to sit at the round table in the corner, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The bartender trotted over quickly.

"It's mine as usual, Marvin, what are you drinking?"

"No, I don't drink."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"The third one?"

"Okay, okay..." Roxy waved his hand to let the bartender get the beer, and lowered his voice and said, "Actually, we have encountered some troubles recently. You know the Swan Cult, right?"

"Not sure."

In fact, Marvin had a vague impression.

The Mothman seems to be a popular urban legend in the United States before the war. In the Fallout series, such a mysterious monster was created based on the Mothman, and there is a sect that believes in the Mothman.

He didn't know more, so he might as well just say he didn't know.

Roxy took the beer handed by the bartender and took a big sip, sighing with satisfaction. The bartender walked away tactfully.

"I don't know what the Mothman Cult is, and there are people who believe in that kind of thing? Does that ghost thing really exist? Fuck!" She gulped down half a bottle, burped, and continued.

"There is a manor to the west of the Toxic Valley. Let me think what it's called..."

There is a Clancy Manor to the west of the Toxic Valley, which was a mansion of rich people before the war.

Because the manor's buildings are relatively solid, the surrounding terrain is good, and the climate is not as bad as the Toxic Valley, people have always lived there.

It is too far from the crater, and there are no available resources around, so Meg and others have not paid much attention to it.

More than half a month ago, a jerk named Wahag defected with a batch of arms.

This is not uncommon, but they still didn't care.

There are many rules in the crater, and it is not as "free" as other predator gangs. From time to time, there will be small bastards who can't pay back the money or kill someone by mistake and run away.

When encountering similar problems, just send someone to chase and kill, and it is really not worth paying attention to.

But the person sent to hunt down Wahag didn't come back, and another one was sent, but there was still no news.

In the end, they found that Wahag had joined the already powerful Mothman cult in Clancy Manor, and the batch of arms was dedicated to the cult.

And not only him, but the two people who went to hunt him also believed in the Mothman cult.

McAllen, nicknamed "Wolf Hunter", brought a dozen people to fight, but they fled back in disgrace, and lost 6 people.

According to McAllen, the cultists were not only numerous and powerful, but also truly fearless and charged forward under bullets.

If that was all, they could have crushed them to death in a power armor.

However, what made them helpless and even a little afraid of the consequences was that McAllen and his team heard a whisper in the middle of the battle.

"Fuck!" At this point, Roxy slammed the bottle on the table and cursed.

The bar suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over.

"Look at shit, drink your wine!"

Swish, everyone turned back to drink silently, the whole bar was quiet, only the distorted blues played on the radio.

"I don't want to set the world on fire. Actually, I just want to start..."

"Fuck! Let's go, let's talk outside." Roxy stood up and walked towards the side door, and Marvin followed consciously...

Roxy leaned against the wreckage, lit a cigarette, and gave another one to Marvin.

Marvin shook his head.

He had been a smoker for decades in his previous life, and he didn't mind trying it again, and he really wanted to have one.

With his current physique, cigarettes are basically harmless to him.

But, not only do the people in the crater not trust Marvin enough, Marvin doesn't trust them too much either.

The woman took back the cigarette carelessly and continued, "I said that the one-eyed man must have taken too many drugs. Damn, he was scolded by Meg, hahahaha."

She scolded and laughed like a lunatic for a while, and slapped herself in the face.

"I know McLennan doesn't take drugs, haha... and, haha... those dozen people heard it. It's really weird. Some people went crazy on the spot and shot their teammates next to them to death..."

Psychic attack? Or illusion?

Marvin guessed so.

This wasteland world definitely has no systematic magic inheritance, he is very sure of this.

Did the priest of that cult get lucky and open the mysterious power, or is there really a "Mothman" in this world? What exactly is the Mothman?

There are many strange legends circulating in the wasteland, some of which have even been passed down from before the war to the present, such as the Pinglin Town Monster, the Mothman, the Wendigo, the Smiling Boy, etc. Some can be explained by science, and some cannot be explained at all.

Meg, the boss of the crater, is a person who has seen the world. Although she is not well educated, she understands one thing: just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Her attitude towards this kind of supernatural monster is very clear, don't provoke it.

But now, the Mothman cult has hit the doorstep.

Since Wahag defected and the people who were chasing him never returned, the Mothman cult seemed to have found a shortcut to expand its power. It began to constantly tempt nearby looters and scavengers to join the cult, and its territory began to expand eastward.

This had to be fought, but before finding a way to resist that kind of mental attack, it was obviously meaningless to attack rashly.

At this time, a group of organized and disciplined super mutants appeared in the East District Prison. It was simply "a leaking roof and a rainy night, a broken ship encountered a headwind".

It just so happened that Marvin, a high-end combat force, came to his door. This was the third type of mission he could choose, and it was also the mission that Crater most wanted him to take.

Meg didn't have the delusion that he could solve the growing Mothman Cult by himself.

The specific task was just to investigate and find out what the whispers were all about and whether there was a way to solve them.

The payment would be made according to the degree of problem solving afterwards.

Investigation, obtaining key information including terrain, number of people, firepower configuration, etc., 300 bottle caps.

Assassination, payment per head, ranging from 50 to 200 bottle caps.

Investigation, investigating the source and cause of the whispers, 200 bottle caps; providing a feasible solution to the whispers, 500 bottle caps.

This was obviously a very professional job, so Marvin naturally took on the commission.

Marvin's current mental attribute is 40. Even if he doesn't have mental defense skills, it is enough to protect himself in this world without magic.

Each world is different, and the upper limit of each world is also different.

When the individual power reaches the upper limit, the world will reject this individual, just like "ascension".

However, all of this is speculation, and what finally gave Marvin confidence was the task prompt of the learning machine.

[Task prompt: Mothman Cult. The Mothman Cult in the west of the Toxic Valley is threatening the survival and development of the crater. Meg has entrusted you to strike it. The strike methods include reconnaissance, assassination, and elimination. The reconnaissance scope includes terrain, personnel composition and number, firepower configuration, important targets, and sect information (including mental attack methods and prevention methods). The targets include Mothman cultists, Mothman priests, Mothman, and intruders. Do you want to accept this mission? 】

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