Just one block away from the surgery site, a man was looking at them with a telescope.☆→☆→,

Su Jing turned around consciously and looked at the man from afar, without feeling any threat on him. At this distance, the man had only a vague black shadow, and he did not see the long coat on the man and the thirteen five-pointed stars behind him. Su Jing casually continued to interrogate the woman.

"What is your purpose for? I have seen many believers of Chaosism, who always like to direct the world to chaos. A chaotic world is their final goal. But I think you are not like that kind of person. You will inevitably hide a deeper purpose after your actions."

"What is your purpose?"

"…God killing." The woman rolled her eyes, and her consciousness seemed a little blurred, "Kill all the giant gods."

"What is she talking about?" The brunette girl didn't hear it very clearly, "God killing? Are we not on the wasteland? Could it be that the screenwriter has a series of threads?"

"Caiser, Kimball, Elijah, Pos, Robert House...all will all die." Eve's expression became more and more slow. Su Jing pulled her chin and found that the temperature of her body surface became very hot, as if she was in a huge confusion.

"Is she crazy?"

"I think it's like... something went wrong with the previous brain surgery." Su Jing tried her forehead with the back of her hand. Her long platinum hair was soaked with sweat, which was so hot. "Send her to the medical department."

"We don't have a medical department!" The mechanic spread his hands and complained.

"Damn it." Su Jing thought for a while, "Take out the ice pack in the medical robot reserve. If she continues to have a high fever like this, her brain nerves will be irreversible."

The storage module of the medical robot uses liquid nitrogen to refrigerate a considerable amount of ice, blood bags and other medical equipment. The two of them piled up the ice on the woman's body, temporarily stabilizing her body temperature.

What they didn't know was that there were two memories in the woman's mind that were clashing. Sometimes it was a postman named Eve, and sometimes it was a bloodthirsty machine that killed others. In between the two, there seemed to be a voice that was changing her. When she was in a coma, something seemed to have changed her forever, not that successful head repair surgery. Maybe it was the Tesla coil, was it really done by that country doctor?

【All the giant gods will fall.】

She heard a man's voice echoing repeatedly in her mind.

[We will devour the flesh and blood of the giant god, we will devour all the gods, and then we will build a new world on the corpse of God and rebuild our...America.]

Something wrong. This shouldn't be like this.

[We want to take back what belongs to us, which you once taught me, and now I will teach you this again. Eve.]

Who are you?

[Who am I? I am your shadow, I am the lonely soul wandering in the Grand Canyon, I am the man with questions, I am the messenger of the glory of the old days, I am the observer, thinker, rebuilder, I am your fellow traveler. I am your apprentice and mentor, I am the man reborn from the fire of disaster, I am the man carrying the banner of the old era, I am also the Avenger, asking you for those Avengers of life. You and I will reunify the world under the same banner. I will make you the supreme God, just because you have seen me the brilliant possibility, just because I am... Ulysses.]

This name is like a key, making her feel like she was struck by lightning for a moment.

"Ulysses is here, Ulysses is here!!"

She rolled among the ice and muttered randomly.

"Ulysses?" asked the brunette girl suspiciously, "Who is that?"

"..." Su Jing frowned, "It's a trouble."

"Explain it."

Su Jing considered the wording: "Uh, you know that as a game, all people in this world can calculate numerical abilities. In this game, the special system uses strength, perception, physique, charm, intelligence, flexibility, and luck as the seven-dimensional ability to judge a person's basic qualities. There are different standards for different numbers from one to ten. Generally speaking, the ability of ordinary people is about 4 to 5. Some people are very smart and strong... The designer of the game uses this to shape a person."

"Well, maybe I understand."

"As the protagonist, the initial available attribute point is about...40 points. I haven't played for a while, and I don't remember it very clearly. This value is already higher than that of normal people. It is said that the fourth generation that has not yet been released has been downgraded, and only 28 points are left." Su Jing continued to explain, "And the character 'Ulysses' appears in the plot, the attributes are full of seven dimensions."

“Wow.”

"If the protagonist of "Fallout: New Vegas" we are in now is the postman, that is, this woman, there is another shadow protagonist in the story, whose footprints are all over the wasteland, even one step earlier than the protagonist. If the story of the "postman" and the major forces in the Mohavi Wasteland is the main line, then his story is the dark line of the story. This man named "Ulysses" is the unquestionable second protagonist. However, the development now is completely different from the plot I know."

Su Jing looked at the direction of the figure he had seen before, but could no longer see the person. He raised his perception to the limit, and felt a sense of dangerous approach, but he could never catch a special breath.

"In the entire world of radiation, the characters who are fully fully equipped with seven dimensions, except for the two special opening conditions of the waves, NCR and Caesar, each, there are only the ultimate waves, SSL, Horigen, and this Ulysses in "Fallout 2". Even this postman is so difficult to deal with, and that Ulysses will probably only be even more difficult to deal with."

"Then what do you think are my seven-dimensional attributes?" the mechanic asked with a pistol turned around.

"As you, your intelligence has probably broken your mark long ago." Su Jing patted his girlfriend's flattery, "The charm has probably been full, and the strength is about 10 with the help of auxiliary equipment, and the agility is about 9, Lucky 5, Physical 6, Perception...4?3?"

"What about you?"

"All 10. I think my charm and luck must have exceeded the upper limit."

"You want shameless."

"don't want."

The two of them glanced around but found no trace of the enemy's attack. When they turned around, the woman buried in the ice disappeared.

“…”

“…”

"When is this...?!" Gai Qi was still a little unresponsive and stood there stupidly.

"It must have been used equipment like the invisible boy..." Su Jing laughed in anger and looked at the ice on the ground. He could still see that someone was lying here just now, with shallow footprints circling from the sides of the two. "It seems that the other party is really interesting, it is really Ulysses. It took only a little time to find our loophole."

"You can still laugh?" Gai Qi kicked him gently, "Why did the person she finally caught let her run away again!"

"It's okay. I've probably figured out the front and back joints now." Su Jing hugged the mechanic in his arms and kept rubbing his head. "We can't be disturbed by their dynamics. They hit theirs, we hit ours. As long as we establish a strong enough force, these guys will not be able to interfere with our strategy. So, what we have to do now is to return to our original mission and do whatever we should do. Since we are here to suppress bandits, we will kill these demons before leaving."

"As for this postman and Ulysses..." Su Jing looked up at the sky, "Of course there will be someone to deal with them."

She seemed to have a long dream, and in the dream she remembered how she became a postman from a loner in the wasteland. It was just a chance to start.

She hid in a pre-war vehicle in a heavy rain. The radiation in that area had basically recovered. It would rain occasionally in the sky, but the rain was not safe. She found a corpse in the car and a pack of letters. She used the letters to keep warm. Then at dawn, she replaced her already ragged mercenary costume with the uniform of the postman that smelled like a musty smell.

During her travels, she would occasionally take out the pre-war emails to read them to pass the time. The yellow and fragile letters record the memories of those families, greetings and stories of ordinary families in the United States of America before the great war. She used these letters to describe in her mind the glory and peace of the past of this fragmented country, the past that did not have to worry about food and clean drinking water, the past that did not have to worry about bandits and beasts rushing into the shed, the past that did not need to bring a gun when going out, not all men, women, young and old have to learn to use guns.

There is no such past in this world.

Doesn't exist anymore?

She trekked one by one, traveling aimlessly until she stayed in a place called Dawn Town. This place was still very pure. The people of the NCR had just arrived here, and the townspeople still retained the simplicity and hope of the past. Here she found the shadow of the past America described in the letter. Although this is just a small town in the watershed, it is a seed, containing the seeds of the bright future of the old world. This town has a church, a library, a school, and preserves the family relationships of the old world and the virtues written in books.

"I'm a postman," she said.

ncr believes that the Great Divide is a key road to Mohavie. So she became a real postman. She brought letters from the outside world to Dawn Town, making it connect with the outside world. Gradually, the place flourished, and the number of postmans and messengers began to increase. She was no longer alone. Sometimes she performed Shakespeare to the children in the town, telling them about the glorious and great country on this land.

"Our country can only be built by our hands," she said.

The turning point of the story happened after Ulysses arrived.

It was a deep and confusing man.

"You changed the watershed, in your own way," he said. "You let me see what a person can do alone, and I decided to change the world with you."

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a roll of quilt, with the wet cloth on her head still cold.

Someone is stirring something with a spoon, it smells very good.

"You're awake, Eve."

“…Ulysses?”

She struggled to get up, and Ulysses sat opposite her, cooking some kind of broth with a helmet on the bonfire.

"you……"

"Your body is still very weak. Although you have the kind of physique that has always amazed me, you are not omnipotent. You still need to replenish your energy, otherwise your body will also die of exhaustion."

"What did you do to me?"

"..." The man's face was faintly visible in the fire. I don't know if it was a habit. He always hid his face under a small filter mask, and Eve could only see his eyes. This habit might have been developed after he lived in the Grand Canyon, where the radiation and smoke were enough to kill people.

"It seems that you have finally woken up. I think your previous state of dismay will continue to be preserved. It seems that the surgery performed by those two people on you was very successful."

"I...I don't know..." Eve's eyes became chaotic again, "I don't know who I am, nor who you are. It's just that some voices kept talking to me, as if someone kept looking at me...I don't know."

She curled up in the corner of the bonfire and looked at Ulysses in panic. She seemed to remember him for the last second, but in this second she had become the woman who had lost her memory again.

"You are Eve. The messenger Eve." Ulysses served a bowl of broth, "and I am Ulysses. Our goal is to destroy all the giant gods entrenched in the wasteland and rebuild our country after the second end of the world. Have you forgotten?"

"Rebuild our country?" The woman's expression was a little confused.

"Yes. The stories you once taught me are now taught to you again." Ulysses turned his back slightly, "Did you see that our first conversation started with this coat."

She seemed to remember the pattern of the thirteen white stars. So the inconsistent memory surfaced, making her remember her first encounter with the man in front of her.

"The pattern on the back of your coat is interesting," she told the new postman, a taciturn man with a mysterious aura, his dark skin was like the inhabitants of the tribes in the East, but he was not as rough as those barbarians, but with a silence that was like ice-receiving people, "It is the flag of the United States. You carry a flag that has passed away."
Chapter completed!