"Family is not chosen," I commented without really knowing why. Sometimes friends are more faithful."That's right," he replied. But not the Leproiner family.It was so superb that I thought I'd summon Rexie to eat it in one bite."The Leproiner family is very close... because of the account that brings them," he said, smiling.Adam Leproiner had to lead it with an iron hand. What would he not do to his own family seeing how he treated the Allsionistas who revered him so much."I don't care about your family," I replied. You are the root of all problems."What are you going to do now, kid?" he asked with a smug half smile. You have postponed the data dump. I must admit that I didn't expect something like this to happen, but my hackfronists will continue the work. It won't be today, maybe not tomorrow either, but it won't be long before they take us to the New World.There were two possibilities: kill Leproiner on the spot and send him back to reality, or wait for his hackers to take u
After the storm came the calm, they used to say.Whoever came up with the phrase didn't have to put up with Gina's string of curse words when I finished explaining everything that happened to her about Adam Leproiner: from our talk about his plans to the information about his family's legendary paths and even his abrupt and mysterious death at the hands of a shadow. The latter, not happy with the murder of the tycoon, also wanted to kill me. And he almost did it except for the brilliant idea of throwing me down the stairs.Actually, I didn't know if it was chasing me or it was my lucubrations, but I didn't get rid of the feeling until I landed on my legs after a long fall.I had to lie down on the grass while Gina put me in the broth to relax my muscles. I didn't care that Neo Terra's eternal rain was soaking me to the bone."So that bastard is dead, huh?" It wasn't a question, it was already the fourth or fifth time Gina had repeated it."And Greek and Dagon?" “I asked for.“They are
Two weeks after coming back to reality my body was still in shit. He was stronger, yes, but he was far from an athlete; the physique improved and there was no trace of that extreme thinness that had scared me so much. I was lucky that my mother had left in the fridge foods that help regenerate muscle tone and body fat, products of the Leproiner empire.London was not a pretty city, it had lost the light that had once made it a cultural beacon of ancient Europe. Now it was a mere vestige of the past reduced to dust and stone, struggling to be reborn from its ashes.The world population had been drastically reduced and the birth rate had fallen in recent years, but hope was the last thing that was lost.And if the human being knew anything, it was about prevailing in the face of adversity.According to the latest news, the birth rate had finally increased, coinciding with the advent of the New World. It was the first time, in more than a decade, that such a brutal increase in birth rate
I spent the night as I could. Reluctant to lie down on that mat, sleep finally overcame me. Lucky not to have needed blankets; he preferred not to imagine what summers would be like there.My body rested, but my mind returned to Allsium, like every night. To a virtuality to which he no longer gave too much importance; reality was much more relevant at that time due to the imminent danger that the group was running. Even so, I found out about the worlds to which an adventurer could travel to train without running too much danger, something that in illegality was already a lot to ask.There was a world in Allsium where survival depended on hand”to”hand combat. It was a system similar to Nirn, although it was not infested with spiders and beasts accustomed to the polar cold, but with knights on the warpath. A world created by Polish author Andrzej Sapkowski for his heroic fantasy novels: The Saga of Geralt of Rivia . A classic that was adapted to the video game in numerous editions, all
I went up the stairs to the third floor, took a look around, and saw that there was only one closed door. He was nervous, it was the first time he was going to see Dagon in reality, something he didn't expect to do so early.And less in such complicated circumstances.I knocked on the door a couple of times and, as expected, no one answered. Dagon already spent every day online in Allsium since he had stopped working at the restaurant “ Els Fogons ”. I hit the door with my shoulder a couple of times, but when it wouldn't budge I kicked it down.I entered the hall, two steps later I found myself in the living room. In the background hung a huge painting of the macro”capital Barcelona made by a drone from above, a spectacular image that made him understand the smallness of the human being. Dagon's flat was tidy, clean and very airy, there was hardly anything to hinder my step. The complete opposite of my house, which was more of a minefield.I went to what seemed to be his room and I fo
Dagon had tried to tell me what they were doing in Allsium, but I didn't listen. I didn't want him to understand, but I wanted him to respect the decision he had made. And so he did; there was no one like him when it came to putting himself in someone else's shoes.Nor did I tell him what I did in Allsium at night, during the time we spent staying in some abandoned apartment in the suburbs of the macro”capital. The plan was to reach the coast and travel by sea to the most important port in Italy, which was none other than Genoa. Air traffic had been prohibited for years, so maritime transport had resumed its golden age. Fleets of dream ships traveling at high speed from one port to another. Even so, since the borders had only recently been opened, not everyone was welcome in foreign countries.Although if it was done with a good wad of bills the thing used to be channeled.No more ships would set sail for three days, for we had arrived just as the last one left in the morning. It was
Things weren't looking good, although the Italian had left a message for Gina."There's been trouble on the road from Naples to Rome," Dagon said when he heard about it. The controls are excessive and it seems that Greek can't get past it."And that's why it doesn't connect to Allsium?""I'm not sure," he replied, scratching his head. He told Gina that he probably wouldn't be able to connect to Allsium for a few days.That turned me on. How could it not connect to Allsium? It was possible to connect to the virtual world at any time just by wanting to, so it was impossible for the Italian not to enter.Unless, of course, they could somehow block said access."Is it possible they'll be able to override the virtual signal?" “I asked for.He was left without an answer, Dagon looked at me with the face of a slaughtered lamb and did not know what to say."It doesn't matter," I said. We'll go to Rome, then.While we were paying, I asked the bar owner for the quickest and cheapest route to ge
An hour and fifty photos later, we left there directly towards the Fontana di Trevi; a baroque fountain, another of the wonders that awaited in the corners of Rome."He didn't look like he was in trouble," Dagon commented."I don't know," I answered. He's taking things too carefully, it's not like him."You mean we're going to have problems?""Greek is a walking problem," I snorted. If you said they follow you...That place was impressive, but we were packed in tighter than a can of sardines. The Trevi Fountain was filled with coins thrown by tourists because, apparently, doing it from behind brought good luck.I figured the mob would come in at night to pick them up."There's no one here to figure it out," Dagon said, spinning on his broad axis. I can't tell Greek."Don't worry, he'll find us.""Do you have a coin?" Dagon asked, smiling."You're not going to… Really?""We can't leave without doing it, you don't want to have bad luck for life, do you?"I shrugged and sighed; you could