Starting from Night City

He was responsible for repairing everyone's firearms.

Not only was he drenched in sweat from exhaustion, but now he saw the only person in the camp who didn't have to work, swaggering over to him...

Especially swaggering onto his turf, looking around everywhere, acting like some damn Marco Polo.

This made the repairman unable to resist mocking him again.

"Still not leaving, 'Young Master'? This place isn't suitable for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone walked over.

"Old Wei, how do you repair guns? The guns you fixed for me all jammed at critical moments. Are you trying to get me killed?"

Upon hearing someone dare to question his craftsmanship, the repairman immediately put his hands on his hips and glared, "That's your problem!"

"What bullshit! You almost got me killed, do you understand!"

"If that's the case, then don't come to me. Wouldn't it be better to buy a new one in Night City?"

"Go to hell!"

"No, you go to hell! I'm the only one in the whole camp who can fix guns! You should be begging me, not the other way around!"

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, a strange sound suddenly rang out in Su Xiao's mind.

"Zzzt zzzt"

"Loading system"

"Loading complete"

"System online"

A string of data flashed across his retina like a waterfall.

Name: Su Xiao

Potential: 0

Skills:

Firearm Maintenance LV3

I Guess LV???

A massive amount of knowledge poured into his mind.

It was as if he had systematically received an education.

A flash of light gleamed in Su Xiao's eyes.

Doesn't this mean...

Su Xiao's gaze fell upon the pile of scrap metal that looked like a small mountain and the two firearms on the workbench.

He walked forward and picked up one of the revolvers.

A long string of information, visible only to Su Xiao, flooded his vision.

Name: DR5 Nova

Type: Kinetic Revolver

Damage: 238-291

Attack Interval (Rate of Fire): 2/sec

Durability: -10/100

Manufacturer: Dara Institute of Technology

Notes: The Nova is a traditional revolver, reasonably priced and possessing lethal stopping power. Its classic cylinder is reminiscent of the Wild West era.

Although the Nova is prone to malfunction, its design and structure are not complex, making it easy to repair.

It is commonly found in NCPD armories, small corporate arsenals, on the belts of gang members, and in ladies' handbags. In other words, everyone needs one.

Su Xiao's mouth twitched.

A durability of -10, how nice.

How in the world did he manage to get the durability into the negatives?

Next, he picked up the other gun.

The data also appeared.

Name: DS1 Pulse

Type: Kinetic Submachine Gun

Damage: 53-65

Attack Interval (Rate of Fire): 8.89 rounds/sec

Durability: -5/100

Manufacturer: Dara Institute of Technology

Notes: The designers at Dara Institute of Technology aren't afraid to be the first to try something new; you have to admire that.

The Pulse looks like someone took apart a standard machine gun, then had a blind kindergarten child reassemble it.

But! As the saying goes, there's order in chaos. Because Dara doesn't follow the beaten path, the Pulse is smaller than most similar firearms, making it more concealable.

Unfortunately, originality always comes at a price: although this gun's design is unique, its recoil is astonishing, notoriously difficult to control.

There's also a lot of room for improvement in the quality of its parts. In short, the Pulse can be considered a semi-failed experiment.

However, for some people, a very, very low price is enough to compensate for its flaws.

You'll basically find the Pulse is the only weapon available in the slums, and gang rookies will stuff it tightly into their holsters.

As Su Xiao was engrossed in reading the firearm information, the mechanic became both shocked and furious.

"What are you doing?"

Su Xiao didn't even look at him.

He just looked towards the owner of the two guns.

"I can try, but I'll need to borrow this workbench and the tools here."

"Borrow?"

The mechanic acted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "This is my turf, understand? My turf! No one can just touch my stuff..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Nomad interrupted, "Go ahead and use it. This guy can't fix anything anyway."

"What did you say?!" The mechanic glared at the Nomad.

The latter pulled the mechanic aside and gestured to Su Xiao with his eyes.

So, Su Xiao walked over to the workbench.

He took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's see if I can actually do it."

Heart pounding, hands trembling.

The moment he touched the revolver.

The firearm structure of the DR5 Nova appeared in his mind like a 3D image.

And the knowledge granted by "Firearm Maintenance Level 3" allowed him to instantly understand how to repair it.

He picked up the tools and began repairing with clumsy movements.

It took a full hour before he finally managed to fix the revolver.

"How is this possible?"

The mechanic, who had been looking down on him just moments ago, was dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

Chapter 2: Listen to Me, Thank You

The Nomad was overjoyed, holding the repaired revolver and unable to put it down.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

The mechanic beside them hadn't recovered from the shock.

For a long time, he was the only mechanic for the Buckle Family.

But now...

The mechanic suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Just then, another person walked in from outside.

"Su."

"Hey, McCoy."

If you were to ask who had the best relationship with Su Xiao in the camp.

It would undoubtedly be McCoy.

After all, when Su Xiao first transmigrated, it was McCoy who brought him back to the camp.

Without McCoy, Su Xiao would have been gutted by the Random Blade Society long ago.

But at this moment, the expression on McCoy's face was very grim.

Su Xiao's expression also turned grim. "Why the long face? What happened?"

McCoy sighed.

He was actually feeling quite helpless.

He really didn't want to deal with this troublesome business.

But there was nothing he could do.

They were Nomads, people who scraped a living in the Wasteland.

Nomads were divided into different clans, and clans were further divided into many tribes, which were then broken down into families.

His own Buckle Family had once seen a glorious period.

But times had changed.

Su Xiao wasn't one of them.

They had healed Su Xiao's wounds and allowed him to stay at the camp for a week.

--Of course, their kindness wasn't entirely selfless.

It was also because they had discovered a credit chip on Su Xiao.

This credit chip contained several thousand euros.

McCoy had initially disagreed with touching this money.

But Charui—the leader of the Buckle Family—had forcibly claimed it as his own.

He claimed it was all for the family.

Now that Charui saw Su Xiao could walk and jump, and there was no more profit to be squeezed from him, he had sent McCoy to kick Su Xiao out of the camp.