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If you wanted to read 20 Chapters ahead, be sure to check my P-Tang12!!! _________________________________ Sico has always been hospitalized since he was a kid because his body is very weak and the doctor doesn't know what the reason is, so his parents always find a way to make him happy. They gave him a PS4 console to keep him from being bored and distracted. When he downloaded Fallouts, especially Fallout 4 it became his favorite game of all time but someday his body became deteriorated and became weak so he had to be bedridden. Because of that, he can not play his favorite game again and feels sad because of it. He asked his parent to cut his life support system so that he can rest in peace and when he slowly closing his eyes, he made a wish to be reincarnated in Fallout 4 world. Many people don't know because of that wish, a legend born in alternates Fallout 4 world.

A Pre-war man awakens inside a Vault-Tec Vault without having any recollection of how he got there. Only to discover the vault's dark secret that involves the former residents as well as maybe himself. Armed with his new knowledge how will he survive in this new post-apocalyptic world? And how will his actions impact the greater area as a whole? Get 25 chapters early on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/Jareddc

An original novel set in the Fallout universe, written to be accessible to all, featuring unique people and places Fallout: Vault X tells the story of John. A vault dweller, who spent every day of his twenty five years underground. Like his father, and his father before him. Proud to live in the last remaining bastion of humanity, all that survived The Great War of the atomic age. Hidden deep below the surface of the earth, toiling under brutal conditions. Year after year, decade upon decade. All to expand into the natural cave system the Vault occupied, building for the future. However, John knew what his forefathers did not, that everything he’d been taught was a lie. After finishing school at the age of ten, John received his standard issue pipboy. An arm mounted personal computer, worn by everyone in the Vault. Used to coordinate the relentless pace of expansion, needed to work as an apprentice. To learn the craft that would be his life’s work. A noble calling to ensure a future for all that remained of the human race. A quirk of fate saw John equipped not with the crude, clunky, pipboy model his father wore. That almost everyone around him wore. His looked smaller, sleeker, finished in a jet black sheen. And capable of doing far more than its drab counterparts. The world above had been ravaged by atomic flames, yet life clung to its bones. The Red Valley fared better than most in the century since the bombs fell. The clean water and rich soil protected by rolling hills. All spared from direct strikes, for the most part. Life survived here. Trees spawned from charred ground, misshapen, green leaves turned red. Along with simple crops, grown wild at first, then cultivated by the survivors. The scavengers of the old world were inventive, hardy people. All determined to rebuild in the ruins of a world they never knew. In the decades that passed settlements emerged. They grew, spreading along the valley floor. Reclaiming the pre-war remnants of the once industrialised heartland. Salvaging the robotic wonders of a bygone age to build their walls and work their fields. To protect them in the dark of the wasteland. But such things are uncommon in this world, and the rarer something is, the greater its value. And the worth of pre-war technology had not gone unnoticed. The last, real, power in this world rested in the mechanised hands of The Brotherhood of Steel. Forged from the mortally wounded old world military. The Brotherhood used its access to the weapons made for a conflict no one won to strike out into the wastes. Men and women were equipped with advanced armour, aerial transportation, high grade weaponry. Accompanied by the training, strength, and will, to put them to use. They established chapters and set up outputs far and wide. All dedicated to a single purpose. To ensure the technology left abandoned by its long dead creators didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Namely, any hands that were not their own. This is the world John escaped into. A place of horrors brought forth from atomic fire. A place where survival meant battling against the darkness. Fighting a war each day to get to the next. And war...war never changes

mc gets transmigrated to Fallout New Vegas with the merchant system. let the questionable adventure begin.

Will be cross posting to scribble hub under loskro as well for pc users. Alastair Williams was an avid gamer at the age of 20 having played all manner of video games by this point. one stormy day alastair had finally finished fallout three with one hundred percent completion and went to grab another game from his collection called dragon quest 11 when a bolt of struck him out of nowhere killing him instantly. this is the story of how he was reborn in the world of dragon quest 11 with a system remarkably similar to in fallout. This story will follow the story of dragon quest eleven before reaching into various other worlds such as one piece , bleach , marvel , dc , and maybe others. i only own my ocs and all credit for everything else goes to its respective owners.

mc gets transmigrated to fallout new vegas with the merchant system. let the questionable adventure begin.

In the ashes of nuclear war, the Boston Commonwealth teeters on the edge of chaos. For over a decade, the last remaining Strategic Homeland Division (SHD) commander has fought from the shadows, lending her strength and a covert squad of Tactical Dolls to the struggling Minutemen militia. Their quiet victories gave hope to scattered settlements-but that hope dies in Quincy. Betrayed from within, the Minutemen suffer a devastating collapse, and the Commonwealth loses its last line of organized defense. With few remaing T-Dolls , local resources depleted, and allies dwindling, the commander must face a new reality: rebuild from nothing, or let the wasteland fall into anarchy. As factions stir and old enemies resurface, she will uncover the truth behind the betrayal-and decide whether the dream of unity is still worth fighting for. A post-apocalyptic epic fusing Fallout 4 with The Division and Girls' Frontline, this is a story of survival, strategy, and the price of leadership in a world where nothing stays loyal forever. this fanfic idea based from youtuber video and able contact to get permission and revised with them. eh triple fanfic in 1 roll that something not common?

A guy who enjoys spending his free time gaming and working out is suddenly reincarnated into an alternate Fallout world as the lone wanderer from Fallout 3. How will he use his Fallout knowledge to survive in this dog-eat-dog world that has been reduced to a radioactive wasteland for the last 200 years with all sorts of dangers lurking around every corner? | Other information | This webnovel is not based on vanilla Fallout and has a much higher ceiling for power, i.e. higher tier mutants and people with extraordinary powers. If that is what you’re looking for cool, if not, I suggest looking elsewhere. This work is only available on Webnovel, Royal Road, Scribble Hub, Wattpad, FanFiction.net, and Fenrir Realm. Other Tags: Relatively Ruthless MC, Kingdom Building, Faction Building, War, Aliens, Space Travel, Multiverse Travel, Mutants, Magic, Robots, Exploration, Cannibals, Sex, Drugs, Slavery, Galactic Conquest, Cultivation | Links | Discord Link: https://discord.gg/NP8e6CymdY

Born with the legacy of gunslingers and balladeers. our protagonist journeys the Wastes, the memory of his people flowing with him on song and guns.

Case has no memory of his previous life—except for one unsettling certainty: he once played Fallout: New Vegas. Now reborn into that world, ten years before the events of the game, he is forced to survive without knowing who he was in the first life. The Mojave is unforgiving. With Caesar’s Legion gathering across the Colorado and his only refuge among the Desert Rangers, Case has few choices and no room for mistakes. One man cannot rewrite history—but he can be pulled into it, shaped by it, and forced to choose where he stands. Case has only one objective: never be enslaved again. And if that means doing whatever it takes to ensure the Legion never crosses Hoover Dam, then so be it. This is the story of one person whose actions altered the course of the First and Second Battles of Hoover Dam.