[Tags: Transmigrate | Multiple Worlds Fused Together | Red Alert | Fallout | Blue Archive | Game Fanfiction]
When Fallout's wasteland meets Red Alert's steel tide, when scavenging survivors meet base-building commanders, and when the 200-year nuclear winter finally welcomes a light from another world.
On a stormy night in 202X, An Li, an ordinary gaming nerd, plunged into the 2286 wasteland of the Commonwealth, bringing his three game saves with him.
No mandatory quests, no System pop-ups, only a tablet infused with streams of spacetime data. Hidden inside it was Red Alert's base-building system, along with Arona, the little secretary AI who had always been by his side.
While everyone else was fighting over a bottle of purified water, he had already deployed a construction yard, built a mine, and assembled his first squad of conscripts.
While everyone else was hiding from Deathclaws and Raiders, his Apocalypse Tanks were already crushing a Gunner camp, and the glow of his Prism Tanks lit up the night sky over Quincy.
The Institute's schemes? The Brotherhood's steel-clad knights? The Atom worshippers' brainwashed followers?
Before my Red Alert forces, they're all just stepping stones on the road to rebuilding.
I'll stop the massacre at Quincy. I'll bring the sleeping Nora back. I'll turn this land, scorched by nuclear fire, into a place fit for people to live again.
And I promised Arona that once I've sorted out the wasteland, I'll open a portal through time and space and go back to bring the children of Kivotos here.
This time, I'll rewrite every tragedy in the wasteland.
The author worked very hard, so I'll give it 5 stars.