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"HAPPY NEW YEARS GIFT" 10 Advance Chapters

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Rebecca had been feeling down, begrudgingly adjusting to the new armor after being outmaneuvered by her daughter Tanya. It wasn't that she disliked the protection—it was the confinement. Back in Night City, she thrived in her element, wearing her usual bikini and oversized jacket. She preferred freedom of movement, and all this new gear felt like a cage.

But all that gloom melted away when her favorite little prince, August, came running towards her, his bright eyes full of excitement. He was her sunshine, always finding a way to lift her spirits. At six years old, August, the reincarnation of Mikazuki Augus from Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, had an unshakable bond with his mother.

"Momma! Look what I got for you!"

August beamed, his small arms stretched wide for a hug. Rebecca crouched down and scooped him up, her earlier frustration fading as his warmth filled her heart.

Trailing behind him were two B1 Battle Droids, lugging a large crate between them. Rebecca raised an eyebrow, curious about what was inside.

"What's this, my little prince?"

She asked, her mood already improving as August giggled in her arms.

"I asked Grandpa Viktor to make you something special."

August said proudly. He waved at the droids to drop the crate, and when they did, the heavy lid slid off with a thud. Inside was a massive, cross-shaped weapon—The Punisher, reconstructed from Trigun. August had seen it in one of the shows his father, Six, brought from his system rewards.

Rebecca's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. She knew the weapon, had loved it the moment she saw it in action during one of their many family movie nights. The cross-shaped weapon was larger than life, imposing and powerful—just like her.

"Oh...my...god."

Rebecca whispered, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she inspected the weapon. She set August down and peppered him with kisses all over his face.

"You little genius! This...this is perfect!"

August laughed, clearly pleased with himself, as his mother's mood did a complete 180. Her eyes roamed over the Punisher, taking in every detail. The side arms of the cross were compartments, storing multiple weapons and tons of ammo.

The lower long side concealed a GAU-19/A rotary heavy machine gun that fired .50 BMG rounds. With this beast, she could tear through enemies with ease, leaving nothing but a wasteland of destruction behind.

But what really caught her attention was the top section. August's addition—a Tesla Cannon—could fire massive energy beams capable of burning through even the most resilient armor.

And when the Punisher was in its cross-shaped form, it generated an energy shield that could protect her from almost any incoming attack. This was more than a weapon—it was a fortress.

She hugged August tightly again, feeling her frustration over the armor melting away entirely.

"You're the best, you know that? Momma's gonna have a lot of fun with this."

She whispered in his ear, smiling from ear to ear.

August smiled, but in his usual, calm way. He wasn't just proud of making his mom happy—he also knew that, like him, she was a warrior, and warriors needed the right tools.

As Rebecca admired the Punisher, Six stood by watching, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He could see how much the weapon lifted her mood, and he was glad. Between Tanya's strict command style and August's quiet thoughtfulness, it was clear their children were something special.

Rebecca glanced at Six, grinning mischievously.

"So, you give me fancy armor I don't want, but my boy here? He gets me exactly what I need."

She playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

Six laughed, shaking his head.

"Hey, I don't mind. As long as you're happy—and with that thing, you're probably the most dangerous person in the Mojave."

Rebecca hefted the Punisher with ease, feeling a new rush of energy course through her. She wasn't just Rebecca from Night City anymore. With this beast in her hands, she was unstoppable.

"Let's see someone try to mess with me now."

She muttered, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she playfully swung the massive weapon around.

Six knew better than to get in her way when she was in this kind of mood. The Punisher had not only cheered her up—it had rekindled her fiery spirit. 

As Six and Rebecca walked through the growing settlement, their son August perched happily on Rebecca's shoulders, they couldn't help but smile at how lively things had become. Their children, all reincarnations of powerful individuals, were already showing their unique strengths and quirks.

They passed by the training grounds where Tanya was with Ron, overseeing the new batch of Brotherhood of Steel recruits. Her commanding presence was already a force to be reckoned with, even at just six years old. Ron seemed proud of how quickly she'd adapted to the leadership role, barking orders like a seasoned commander.

Not far from them, Levi and Mikasa, the reincarnations of Levi Ackerman and Mikasa Ackerman, were sparring fiercely with wooden swords. Even at their young ages, the precision and speed of their movements were impressive, their skills a testament to their former lives as elite warriors in the world of Attack on Titan.

The siblings showed no mercy toward one another, each strike a deadly dance of skill and control. Six watched for a moment, nodding with approval before moving on.

The quietest chaos, however, was happening nearby. In one of the storerooms, their mischievous 3-year-old daughter, Sasha, the reincarnation of Sasha Braus, was up to her usual antics.

Known for her bottomless stomach in her previous life, little Sasha had somehow roped her 2-year-old baby brother, Lambo, a reincarnator from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, into helping her steal food from the settlement's storage.

Lambo, holding a small stuffed cow as his lookout tool, was standing guard, his eyes wide with faux seriousness as he tried to emulate a proper sentry.

Meanwhile, Sasha was crouched in front of a pile of supplies, nibbling on whatever she could get her hands on—dried fruits, jerky, and some freshly baked bread from the nearby bakery. Her small frame was surprisingly adept at sneaking, and she had already stashed a few snacks in her little pockets.

But their fun came to an abrupt halt when they heard the unmistakable footsteps of their parents approaching.

"Gotcha."

Six said, his voice was both amused and stern as he swiftly caught Sasha by the back of her shirt just as she tried to scurry away, much like a startled cat. Her wide eyes looked up at him in horror, her cheeks still stuffed with food like a squirrel preparing for winter.

Rebecca couldn't hold back her laughter as she set August down to join his siblings.

"You just can't help yourself, can you, Sasha?"

She teased, crossing her arms as she watched the scene unfold.

Sasha squirmed, her tiny legs kicking in the air as Six held her aloft, but it was no use.

"I was just... uh... making sure the food was still good! Quality control!"

She blurted out, her muffled voice barely making sense through the food in her mouth.

Six raised an eyebrow, shaking his head.

"Nice try, but I think you've had enough 'quality control' for today."

Lambo, seeing his partner-in-crime caught, nervously glanced around, his grip tightening on his stuffed cow.

"I-I was just the lookout! Lambo didn't do anything!"

He protested, though his guilty expression betrayed him.

Rebecca crouched down to Lambo's level, gently patting his head.

"Don't worry, baby. We know it was all Sasha's idea."

Lambo's expression softened by his mother's touch, relieved that he wouldn't be in too much trouble.

Six set Sasha down, giving her a playful tap on the head.

"Alright, you little food thief. You're coming with us. No more raiding the storage without permission."

Sasha puffed out her cheeks, a bit of the old rebellious spirit flashing in her eyes, but she knew better than to argue with her parents. "Fine," she muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Rebecca grinned, taking Sasha's hand.

"You know, if you're that hungry, I'll make you something special later. But no more sneaking around, okay?"

Sasha's eyes brightened at the promise of food.

"Really? Something special?"

"Really."

Rebecca assured her, knowing that would keep her daughter in line for at least the next few hours.

As the family gathered up their little band of superhuman children, Six couldn't help but feel a wave of pride. They were a wild bunch, each with their own strengths and personalities, but they were his family. And in a world as harsh as the Mojave, that bond meant everything.

Together, they left the storeroom, heading back into the bustling heart of Goodsprings, their home and the foundation of Six's grand vision for the future. The Mojave was unpredictable, but with his family by his side, Six knew they could handle anything that came their way.

Level: 16

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 95

ENERGY WEAPONS: 36

EXPLOSIVES: 36

GUNS: 100

LOCKPICK: 39

MEDICINE: 100

MELEE WEAPONS: 39

REPAIR: 100

SCIENCE: 100

SNEAK: 39

SPEECH: 39

SURVIVAL: 39

UNARMED: 39