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FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Four
I was already approaching Normar's house when the call chirped. I allowed the connection. Alex's happy face appeared in front of his eyes.- Hi Tim. How are things progressing?- Fine. Swinging slowly, - I said, trying to drive away the gloomy expression from my face.- This is good. Knocked out something?- No, not really.“Well, don’t worry, now you just need to level up, pick up equipment and gain experience in fighting monsters, and then when you join any group or clan, that’s when the earnings will go,” he said. “Wow, are you level five already?” Solid! There should have been as many as five points of characteristics. I hope you didn't throw everything into the spirit?- No, of course, I added one point to the physique and agility.- Well done, when you start to master the professions in parallel, then they will be needed. And then, let's go to the mines - the work is not dusty, but you can get something sensible - you will immediately get a good profit?- Not until the miners do
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Five
I entered the room, the smell of engine oil and melted plastic tickling my nose. - And you're not really encrypted, - I said, looking at the shelves. You think the police don't know what I'm doing here? They just turn a blind eye for ten thousand credits a month. Okay, tell me what you need. “SMT-79 pistol,” I said. The man chuckled and walked over to the left wall. He pressed a barely noticeable key. There was a buzz, the wall lowered, and behind it opened a row with a hundred different pistols, submachine guns and automatic rifles. "Good weapon," the man said. “But, as you know, I have everything modified here. - That's why I came to you. I need a stealth version. Slightly shortened barrel and built-in deceiver detectors. - A homing bullets you do not need in addition? he asked, smiling. No, I can manage without them. - I see you are well aware of what toys and modifications I make. There is such a pistol - it is especially popular, so you often have to buy original pistols
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Six
Abaddon.2069 year. The 4th of October. 11:55 am.Here I am again in the rift. A warm wind blows in your face, you smell of pine needles, you can hear the singing of birds and the distant murmur of a stream. Clouds of dust are knocked out from under the soles, which settle in yellow spots on dark bows. They are uncomfortable, old and fresh seams are visible in several places, which means that they have recently been repaired. Moreover, I have a feeling that the right shoe will soon “request porridge”, at least the sole is already slightly bent. And my clothes are also not new: there are small holes, the fabric is worn, there are patches in a couple of places. Not to mention the fact that the pants are torn in several places, as well as the sleeves of the shirt - thanks to the wolves. In general, the wardrobe should be changed, but not now, but tomorrow. As soon as the changes in reputation take effect, and I will have a discount on goods in the city, then I need to update. Now it is w
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Seven
“Sorry Tim, I can’t talk. I’m here among my own people, it won’t be cool if some checkpoint checker is not only familiar with some player, but also friends with him. Okay, we'll talk later when I'm free."It's clear. Well, later means later.I was about to move past the city, but I remembered the spell shop. I'm sure my gob of flame works on skeletons, but it's pretty weak. But how does lightning work? I suspect that the dead are immune to it.With these thoughts, I made a sharp turn, and soon a small shop building appeared in front of me."Welcome," a familiar perky voice rang out as I stepped inside.Behind the counter is the same girl with freckles, dressed in a hoodie and a dark, wide-brimmed and pointed hat.“Hello,” the girl said and smiled. Thank you for not telling dad.“Nothing, Shilna,” I said, waving my hand. - I'm Tim, by the way.“Nice to meet you,” she said, narrowing her curious gray eyes with a smile.Attention, the level of friendship with Shilna has been increased.Y
FAULT ; ARTIFACT twenty eight
“Sorry Tim, I can’t talk. I’m here among my own people, it won’t be cool if some checkpoint checker is not only familiar with some player, but also friends with him. Okay, we'll talk later when I'm free."It's clear. Well, later means later.I was about to move past the city, but I remembered the spell shop. I'm sure my gob of flame works on skeletons, but it's pretty weak. But how does lightning work? I suspect that the dead are immune to it.With these thoughts, I made a sharp turn, and soon a small shop building appeared in front of me."Welcome," a familiar perky voice rang out as I stepped inside.Behind the counter is the same girl with freckles, dressed in a hoodie and a dark, wide-brimmed and pointed hat.“Hello,” the girl said and smiled. Thank you for not telling dad.“Nothing, Shilna,” I said, waving my hand. - I'm Tim, by the way.“Nice to meet you,” she said, narrowing her curious gray eyes with a smile.Attention, the level of friendship with Shilna has been increased.Y
FAULT ; ARTIFACT twenty nine
Even so, assuming ten points of mana was regenerated every six minutes, I was able to deplete it pretty quickly. So I had to drink a large can of mana recovery.Meanwhile, another skeleton came out from behind a tree. Raising his cudgel, he hobbled towards me, hissing like a leaky car tire.- Well, come, come here, - I said, creating another block.* * *I walked around the cemetery once again, but the dead are not visible. I looked at the experience points.Experience to next level: 1573 out of 3000Considering that I received "knowledge", and with it twenty experience points, it turns out that I killed about 33 dead people. Just thirty-three heroes.Smiling at this thought, he moved through the cemetery to the exit. The clouds thickened even more, a heavy thunder is heard, as if mountains are collapsing in the sky, now and then blinding discharges of lightning spread through the clouds like a river. They seem to be waiting impatiently when I leave the shelter to fall down in streams
FAULT ; ARTIFACT thirty
Exag.- A mortal, and even a man, - he said, wrinkling his lips and twisting his lips.At that moment, it was still possible to rush sharply, to slip to the left between him and the wall - there is enough space, but it was as if some kind of paralysis seized me. The legs refused to move, moreover, the strength seemed to have gone out of them, because of which it was difficult to resist.What is a mortal doing here? I thought I did a good job...He paused, looking behind me. I felt sweat immediately cover my back. Fear blocked movement. Something like that happened when I fought for the first time as a kid. Then for the first time I hit a person in the face, overcame this barrier of fear. Then more than once I had to deal with other boys, but after overcoming this barrier, there was only adrenaline and ... excitement. Where did it all go? I became too cautious, decided to avoid dangers. matured. And now I'm back at that point again. Just like when he ran away from the guy with the knif
FAULT ; ARTIFACT thirty one
Time to respawn 0 seconds.I mentally prepared for the fact that, when I appeared, I would find myself in a room with the God of Chaos. So, when smells, touch and sound suddenly returned, I didn’t jump up as if I had woken up from a nightmare, but froze, didn’t even twitch and only barely breathed.- Fool. Like everyone else Sol summoned. He had the potential to be used, but he chose not to submit, but to die. I hope Saul is happy. Five hundred years ago, he had a chance to completely destroy us, but this did not happen. Since then, we have become smarter and stronger, but the quality of his heroes has not improved at all. Although their potential is clearly higher than all the most powerful warriors in this world.There were light footsteps, and then the crunch of glass. I opened my eyes a little, so that from the outside it seems that they are still closed, but in fact there is a small gap.Abaddon froze in the center of the hall, fingers studded with rings ending in long claws clut