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100 Questions 89
Thoughts became even darker. Magic can't be used? You can come to terms with this. But what is this strange reaction of the body to a blow from a baton? After all, they hit the prosthesis. Yes, and the first blow was not so painful when the fingers flew. Sadden, of course. The skin was torn, it bled a little. But nothing terrible.The club looked normal. Wooden. The guards said that magic can't be used. Then why am I twisted?“Grid,” I called, casting aside my pride.- Listen, fox.- What kind of club do the guards have?- Who knows?- You do not know?- I know. She is wooden. Probably.- And that's it?Grid was silent. Grimacing, I buried my face in my knees. They took away my crown, weapon, smoking pipe, bag with the Diary. All have been taken. And now they're going to keep it here? What the heck? What is Beam thinking?- Watch out, it's almost night. The torches are almost out.Torches. They burn for quite a long time. Also weird. In Artilos, they had to be changed about once an ho
100 Questions 90
The door shook from the impact. I just need a little time. Recover. No matter how serious the guard was, it was not possible to break in. Wait, freak, we'll see you.Taking back control of the muscles, he glanced at the indicators in the interface. Mana is enough. The berserk has long since died out, depriving me of part of my strength. Not that important.Rolling away from the door, he let it open with a kick. The guard smiles bloodthirstyly. Not afraid? In vain.Impulse Activation.4 mana spent.This time the hit is accurate. The guard, who had time to approach and swing his baton, lifted himself off the floor. The purposeful flow of air tossed the thin body, disorienting. Gotta hand it to the kid - landed on his feet.Rush forward. knock down. Intercept the hand with the baton. Saddle. Hit.The guard tries to cover himself. He was not taught to fight in this position. And I love close-ups.With all your weight, fall on the left, clinging to the throat. Press into the floor. Strangl
100 Questions 91
They were waiting for me in the dark. The purest darkness swirled with the vapors of the night, and they were pierced by the fire of the fire. Empty mouths of streets going nowhere. Too hard ground, as for the feet of such a lost one. But they waited, leaving a secret among the corpses.- You still killed Beam.I stopped. Pain pounded through my nerves, fatigue huddled in every muscle, lost thoughts were replaced by clear realizations.- Killed - impassively answered, not even trying to see the invisible.- Do you know what you did?- It was revenge.Words of recognition that took on a new meaning. Not just revenge - it was pleasure.- We had an agreement with Beam. Now it's broken.- And now what?- This city is ours.The rats didn't show up, but I was sure I really heard their voice. Despite the death fever bubbling in the body. It was not delusion, hallucination, imagination.- You broke the contract that held us ten years. Now it's our turn to pay for the service. Tell me what do
100 Questions 92
Touching the crossbow, he took it in his hands, tried to pull the bowstring. She cut into her fingers. She walked reluctantly, bending her wooden shoulders.- Come on ... - I asked, pushing it to the limit with the last of my strength. - Ready.It will be inconvenient to use a crossbow at such a pace. It is worth keeping it charged and at hand.Bolt lay in his hand. Turning the tip in the dim light of the stove, he put it into the socket. Pointed at the wall. Narrowed his eyes. Who knows. Will have to check how it shoots. A crossbow is a powerful thing, but very inconvenient for a traveler. Low rate of fire, and most of the creatures are mobile and poorly protected. Except that…I was reminded of Heroes dressed in armor. Which neither sword nor arrow usually pierce. I smiled wickedly. Get a bolt in the chest, which you can also pull out the hell, because it's stuck in steel. Why not joy for a lousy little man? From this point of view, the crossbow can be left.- Well, let's be friends
100 Questions 93
The blacksmith's apprentice looks on with interest. In a small town, such things are rare, so the merchant immediately called the artisan, and he grabbed the apprentice ... And so the four of them stood, crowding around the dagger of the Angel.- The metal is good, - the blacksmith said quietly, pointing with his finger; the apprentice listened attentively. - They call it the steel of the titans. Almost impossible to break, only melted at a very high temperature ...- Are you squeezing? - asked the merchant, looking at the craftsman.“Of course,” the broad-shouldered man replied. - I'll have to kill for this time, but I can.- Why do you want to sell it? - the apprentice asked me.And for this question he was rewarded with looks full of horror. The blacksmith had already raised his hand to slap the back of the head, and the young man dodged aside.“I don’t need expensive things,” he answered, moving the stiletto closer to the merchant. - Noticeable - even more so. I'm just a hunter.-
100 Questions 1
"The best way to win is to avoid a fight"- System U.P.S.The world began to spin, smearing the lights around into solid rings. As they grew denser, they gave the impression that I was not falling anywhere at all. Am I falling? And what were those lights?There were more and more questions in my head. At some point, the essence of what was happening was lost, and then a clear awareness of oneself. I just lay there, watching the wide rings before my eyes.Rings...? I blinked. One, another. There was something uncomfortably shining in his eyes. I sighed, rolling over onto my side. Maybe get some more sleep...Hello player 67665.You are in a game controlled by the U.P.S. system. To get to know the world and its rules, you are entitled to a personal consultant. Activation of communication with him will occur only after your consent.- No, - I muttered, brushing away through the slumber from someone's importunate voice. - I want to sleep.Player 67665, please get up from the ground, you a
100 Questions 2
- 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
100 Questions 3
- 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