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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.

This is my lemon collection. Would you like to have a sample? It is totally free to try! Come, let me make you a glass. Some lemons are sweet. Some are bitter. Some are rotten. And some are stolen from the stand next door and remixed for your pleasure! But don’t worry about all of that. It is all part of the fiction. Please, come over and have a glass. I have made more than a dozen for you to choose. Since I am such an idiot, I am not sure which glass is full and which glass is empty. The glasses are not even placed in order on the table, so please have a check of the volume before enjoying your drink. Who knows, you might find something interesting. If you love my work, you can commission another piece, to be added to your glass. If you don’t want to, please enjoy while it last! This is my lemon collection, come, come and have a look! Have a drink, it’s totally free! Just don’t get too addicted, because that will not be healthy for you! By the way, no kids are allowed! ******************************** If you didn’t understand all of that, it means that this is my fanfiction collection over the years. Some of them are completed – usually one-shots. Some of them are not – most aren’t. Some of them will make you vomit from disgust. Some are parodied, basing on another story I read somewhere. It is totally fine to parody or rewrite another fanfiction, so don’t b*tch about it. Please read the volume title before you b*tch about why the story just abruptly stopped. And if you want more chapters, you can commission it by becoming my patron. Use my penname to search. ******************************** Disclaimer: This collection contains graphical violence and sex scenes. Absolutely no children allowed to drink my lemon! Fanfiction: Naruto. Harry Potter. Fate Stay Night. Disney, and so on… ******************************** Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

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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.

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

The setting: The mid-Second Great Shinobi War. For eighteen years, I played the part of a ghost within the Hidden Leaf—a "gray man" whose existence was barely a footnote. My plan was simple: live quietly, fade away. But a single moment of soft-heartedness shattered a decade of camouflage. To save a teammate, I accidentally ended the life of an elite Jonin. The secret was out. Like a shark scenting blood, Danzo came knocking. My clan elders sat me down for a "talk" that felt more like a sentence, and the Third Hokage looked the other way, his silence a tacit blessing to my forced recruitment. So, I did the only logical thing. I defected. On my way out, I sent my partner of five years to his final rest, then wiped out a pair of Root assassins for good measure. Due to the "heinous" nature of my departure, I was branded an A-Rank Rogue.