- X, why is my intelligence only two?
- So you were in life before the game. To increase intelligence, you need to read books and constantly train the brain with serious exercises.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Means. These numbers are not a sentence.
“However,” X continued, “in your case, it will be difficult to do something with the intellect. The nearest settlements do not have libraries and are not designed for the need to increase this characteristic. I'll try to fix this by generating an easy quest before you arrive.
- Why is low intelligence dangerous?
- Nothing, dear. You are still able to think effectively, be smart and absorb information on the go, as you do now. By the way, I like it, I don't like streams of stupid questions.
- You have a boyfriend? I asked, trying to figure out if I was talking to the right person. More on a whim than consciously.
- Serious problems would begin if your IQ was below one. And I can arrange it for you if you ask a similar question again, - the end of the phrase eloquently proved that I was talking to a live girl.
Why did I suddenly decide that it was okay to talk to someone else? There was no answer in my head.
I was joking, don't be offended. What influences the intellect, if not the ability to think?
- The level of intelligence creates a ceiling for learning new things - I heard a muffled click and a second hiss. - To learn some things, you need to expand your knowledge base, and now you have a rather modest one. For a comfortable game for the simplest class, you need to have at least the third level of intelligence.
- Okay, I understand. What does the level give? - asked the next question, continuing to look at the Diary.
- Access to more complex skills, which are called Special. Such skills cannot be lost and are extremely useful. But getting them will be difficult.
- How to level up?
- Don't sit on your ass like you're doing now. Get up, take a bag, a book and go ahead. You will see a mushroom there. Rip it off.
I complied with a creak. Throwing a bag rope over his shoulder, he stood up, feeling a familiar weakness in his legs - more recently I had bloodied my nose because of this.
However, step by step, it became easier for me. Soon I really saw a mushroom. Leaning down, he carefully broke it off.
Performed a normal action: collecting wild food.
One experience point gained.
Glancing at the Diary, I saw a change. Level progress has changed.
Level 1 (1/10)
- Saw?
- Yes. One experience point.
- And this action was common, right?
- Yes.
- There are five types of actions in total. Ordinary, for which experience drips only the first time. Difficult, for them - five times. Impossible - ten times.
- What about two more?
- You can figure out two more. I'm sorry, 67665, I'm not allowed to give out complete information. I am a consultant, not a coach, and I only help you get comfortable with the first steps.
- Order. So myself. So, if I picked up this mushroom and gained experience, then nothing will fall to me for the next one?
- Yes, but! Are you hungry?
Listening to his feelings, he answered:
- Not really.
- When you're hungry, eat. This will give you one more point for surviving in the wild.
- So I get experience every time I do something?
- Just something that not everyone does. Eating a homemade meal that someone else has prepared is rarely your experience. Unless they poison you or you eat a very unusual product with some properties. But otherwise - any interesting event can bring you experience. While everything is clear?
- Yes. The more unusual your life, the more experience you will get.
- Clever. The same applies to long hikes or contemplation of unusual views. You know that even from a distance to see one of the wonders of the world is an experience that will change anyone.
- Wonderful...
- Just keep in mind that the world is dangerous. Now you are in the starting location, there are almost no predators or unfriendly creatures here. But as soon as you start traveling, the world will show itself in all its glory. Sometimes it won't be something you can handle. And in the end you can die.
- What then? End of everything?
- Not. In this world, it is impossible to lose life completely. When you die, you lose all your belongings, get punished by the System, and wake up in the nearest safe place. But don't try to immediately return to the places where you were killed.
- I understand it's stupid.
- Good boy.
- So, the levels increase and I get skills. And this makes me stronger. Yes?
- Not at all. Special skills only help, they do not give much advantage. Your level is an indicator of experience, but not always strength. Roughly speaking, compare an eighteen-year-old and a thirty-year-old. The latter, most likely, has seen more. But the former may be more effective in combat.
- Logically. But how then to increase?
- Learn new things. Develop yourself. In your case, I would advise you to first raise your intellect, accumulate theoretical knowledge. And then try to put them into practice. If other characteristics allow, maybe you will gain a skill. But sometimes you will have to turn to neutrals or even players for help.
- That is?
- Most likely, if you want to master archery, you yourself will progress for a long time. It takes practice and guidance from an experienced archer. This is where the neutrals will help you. That is, write. That is, not players, but local residents. It's hard to understand, right?
- A little... What are these non-scripts?
- They were created by the System. But do not think that neutrals do not have feelings, intellect and their own will. Sometimes it is more difficult to negotiate with them than with the players. If you don't understand everything, don't worry. After the transfer, the brain does not work well. You have been stripped of almost all of your memories, leaving only scanty knowledge. The minimum necessary to understand the consultant's explanations and not be completely disoriented. Some players are less lucky than you and have to pay a lot more attention at the beginning of their journey. Sometimes they get very lost from difficult words and long explanations.
- After Ivan, your words are like honey.
The girl, for the first time since the unsuccessful start of the conversation, expressed emotion by giggling.
- Ivan is a peculiar guy, but very kind, although he tries to look cool. Judging by the way he said goodbye to you, he liked you.
- By the way, I understand that my intelligence is much below average. So, the knowledge base, as you said, is small. But at the same time, we are talking as if on an equal footing, although I am sure that you are smarter. Is the book wrong?
- Only vocabulary and etiquette are involved in the conversation. This does not apply to the baggage of knowledge, it's just a side of your personality. In life, I understand you were a smart guy and quite well-mannered, but you did not have the right way to create an impressive store of knowledge. For example, a scientist enters the game, his intelligence is seven. He does not remember anything from his life and cannot use the knowledge from there in any way. But during his lifetime, he relied on the brain and trained them to absorb information. And this cannot be taken away from him, even if he can express himself as the last shoemaker.
- Now I finally understand. Intelligence is not how much you know, but how much you are used to using your mind?
- I'm telling you that you're smart. If you continue like this, you'll see, you'll rise.
"It won't be difficult with your help," I answered confidently.
- Uh... Well... I won't be able to keep in touch with you and help you all the time.
I understand that we all need rest. But even a little advice...
- Wait. Will explain. Your number is 67665. This means that in addition to you, there are sixty-seven thousand other players in the game. Right now some are getting advice, but giving it to so many players all the time...
- That is?..
- Yes. Very soon I will unlock the second memory and then you will be yourself.
For some reason, I felt cold inside of me.
- What am I supposed to do?
For starters, don't panic. You are smart, you will figure it out little by little with the help of neutrals, players and your own head. You have a good agility score, usually people have it lower. So don't doubt yourself. Most importantly, remember that this is not a game for everyone. A lot of players take things seriously, and if you start proving to NPCs that you're in the game... You'll get ridiculed very quickly. Or you'll find yourself in trouble.
I was confused, not knowing what to answer. The news of the consultant's disappearance so quickly caused dismay. And X kept talking:
- Remember what I told you. You can deal with the rest without any problems. Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged. And check your diary often. He is your main assistant in this world.
- Wait, X! - I started. - And if I have a question that I can’t find an answer to either from the players, or from the NPC, or in my head?
- Then... There is a communication center in the largest city. You can use it to contact me if I'm available. Only it costs a lot and there is no guarantee that you will hear me. Two minutes are given for the conversation, for this they can send any other consultant. We are not allowed to answer any question, but we will help in any way we can.
- What if I want to hear from you?
- Don't get attached to consultants, fool. We're just doing our job.
But I like the way you do it.
- If you want to say something specifically to me, you will ask the consultant to contact X and pass on the message. We are all colleagues, it can work. This is the only thing I can offer you.
- At least so... Already something.
- But don't get attached. This world is only a conditional game. For you, this is real life. Listen to the System's prompts, communicate with players and learn from your mistakes. Right now, if you go towards the sunset, you will come to the nearest settlement of NPCs. On this we will say goodbye, number 67665. I hope that if we hear again, by then you will have a new name that reflects your good heart. I will activate the second, last piece of your memory. And I beg you - whatever you see there, try to endure this blow. Each of the players carries a heavy load on themselves, but in this world you have a chance to be free from worries. I wish you good luck, handsome!
- Spa... Si...
I couldn't speak another syllable. My legs buckled, it seems that they stopped holding at all. Flashed before my eyes. This time not with light. And darkness.
I opened my eyes to a completely different place. Their hands were tied with something strong. A man was tied to a chair in front of me. The head was lowered helplessly. There was gray in his hair.
- You know ... - this time the language was familiar, but the words quickly melted away, leaving only the meaning. - Such a piece of shit is not worthy of life.
The man was grabbed by the hair, lifting his face. I recognized myself in him. Only more mature. And much more battered.
I didn't see who was holding my father. The head didn't turn. Staring fixedly at my father, I froze, paralyzed with horror.
We have long warned that this will happen. You owe us a large sum. Even this apartment won't cover it. You remember percentages, you bastard?!
A strong blow with his fist made the father shudder.
- You babbled about your son for so long ... He is the last thing left for such a nonentity, right? Even your wife is long gone. Because you are a loser, - someone's hand reached out with a smoldering cigarette butt to his father's face.I screamed as I saw it contort in pain. But dad didn't cry. He bravely endured, not allowing himself to give up.- Hold on , dad! I pleaded.It floated before my eyes. What he saw was covered in a veil of tears.- Shut up the child.This time they hit me. The grip on my hands loosened for a second. I'm not bound, I was being held... A crazy idea popped into my head for a second.- ***! Don't touch him you bastards! - growled the father, trying to get out of the fetters of the rope.I did not hear my own name, instead of it there was only noise, as if from interference. But I knew that my father was calling me.- Do not worry. We won't touch him. We'll sell it to pay your debt.The hand that had just held the cigarette butt approached the throat of the
Performed the usual action: building a fire.An experience point has been gained.We express our sincere satisfaction. Without the necessary memories, you were able to build a fire. As a result of mental effort, you get an intelligence point.Congratulations! You have moved away from the level of the uncouth savage, now you have fire. Keep developing further.“Here you are, vicious bastard,” nevertheless, I did not hide my smile.No matter how the System tried to mock me, I really came out victorious from the fight with stupidity. And now all I wanted to do was look at the third level of intelligence in my Diary.He opened the book, anticipating a pleasant sight ... and froze.Intelligence: 2 (1/5)- You're kidding me, you stinky hyena! I roared at the top of my lungs. - One point?! For that?!I fried mushrooms with an extremely gloomy face. Having flown away into heavy reflections on the methods of execution of the System, I did not notice how I fried the mushroom until a spark flash
"If you feel unwell - most likely you are hungry"- System U.P.S.Eloquence (initial, passive): Verbal skill. Your sense of inner rightness impresses others, which increases your chance of convincing the interlocutor by telling him the truth by 2%.Sadly, he closed his diary. He extended his hand.- Farewell, my friend. We had a lot of fun, but everything comes to an end. Like a fox dying under the light of a clear moon, you will die under my gaze.Unclenching his fingers, he watched sadly as the book fell into the embers. The flame shot up for a second, after which the Diary disappeared.- That's all. No problem - no sadness, - I dusted off my palms and looked at the sleeping Alliel.I didn’t manage to fall asleep, and the girl was asleep, smiling contentedly at something in her dream.And so what should I do? Not with an elf, of course, but with skills. With pumping. The system mercilessly scoffs, one skill is more useless than another. The snake throw is available once every three
So, you need to carefully monitor each of your actions. Despite the weakness of the skills, one dangerous one has already appeared among them. Addiction. Intuition tells me something: at least a thousand times in the game, but drugs will not forget to bring weakness with them. Judging by the recollection of my last day of life, I was stoned with something. And obviously after a fight. If we assume that in this state I have spent most of my life since the death ... of the murder of my father, then the conclusion suggests itself. Sagging intelligence and strength. Drugs exhaust the body and turn off the head. Maybe for a slave of criminals this is an acceptable process, but for a new life it will have to go a different way.So far, drugs have only aroused my interest. According to the System. But I give a tooth that skills in this "game" leave with the same success as they come. It was not for nothing that X advised to look at the Diary more often. It is important to check with the curr
Hunger hit sharply, as did thirst. Almost swept off my feet. It is understandable - for two days there is nothing but mushrooms.But it didn't matter. I knew that it was not far to the settlement of people. Somehow I managed to recognize the clearing where I first appeared. She loomed ahead like a wondrous mirage. Only a knife stuck in my belt, and a slight increase in performance proved that I didn’t just disappear for a couple of days.Rare Skill Integrity: Having chosen your path, you will not forgive yourself if you turn off it. The decisions made bind hands, not allowing to break the promise to themselves or others.Attention! Due to your unique stupidity, you have blocked two skills and risk even more. To drop the Integrity skill, force yourself to break a promise.Empathy Skill (Initial, Passive): You attach importance not only to your own emotions, but also to those of others. You are able to feel the echoes of someone else's mood with all the inconveniences that follow from t
- Guessed. Well done, - the interlocutor nodded approvingly. - In general, the salt is that we do not have porridge. On the ass snatched all the heroes. Just someone for the good, someone for the bad. There are no obvious advantages to being Recognized or Rejected. Everyone decides for himself. In this regard, our System has acted very cleverly. Equally neglects both good players and evil ones. Both those and others must constantly swing hard, because buns do not fall from the sky. But at first it is much easier to be recognized. This is the only plus."Great," I yawned. - How to swing?- Ho! It's too early for you to swing. To begin with, you have to pull yourself up a little, because with your characteristics you will not level up, but will fill a couple of dozen in the death counter.- And what is so wrong with me? I asked without much interest.- And the fact that the most important indicators are very sad, - the big man raised his finger up. - Strength and intelligence - that wil
- Hello, - they answered me in a businesslike manner and immediately stated. - Cool you solved the conflict, I liked it. In honor of this, I can treat you with fermented ale. It's sour and doesn't smell very good, but one cup won't hurt. And still drunk.“Oh, come on,” I readily agreed.- Seriously? - the boy suddenly looked up at me, and I saw that his eyes were of different colors. - He's a wanderer. That is to say, corrupted. That is, it did not sell on time. Sour. And it's ale, it's supposed to be bitter, not sour.- Dear, I spent two days in the forest without water, and when I came to the city, they tried to beat me twice. I'll drink everything now except piss, cum and spit. Moreover, it's free.- Understood you, sir, - the guy answered with a laugh, leaving an unfortunate stain and briskly grabbing an empty mug. - Then I'll treat you without question. What did you do in the forest for two days?- Helped one good ... person, - I smiled.- NPCs do not suffer like this, - the youn
- Not that word! And if a newcomer to the guild, then he can only have a partner from there. And I will not be accepted into any decent guild of the Recognized, especially on favorable terms. Comfortable for me, of course. So I do what I stagger, die and drink beer. There is nothing else to do! At all. This bastard really set me up. And all because, you see, I didn't fuck with him. Although I said from the very beginning that we can only have one time, we are just partners. So I knew it would hit him.- Only once?.. Did you bet him at cards, or what? I asked in bewilderment.This world, it turns out, is even more complicated than it seemed at first.- Never mind. In general, this is such a fucker. I honestly don't know what else to add. Is the beer even tasty?“Yes, very much,” I nodded, and immediately drank a couple of sips. Little ones. Savoring.The taste was very familiar and the body accepted it willingly. I felt like I was back to something familiar.- Well, drink, enjoy. Deser